DANCE
removes
all stressors
when stirred by music
passion ignites movements
for free expression of self
"fun, legal intoxication"
Bartender, bring me a Pink Fuzz
in a tall frosted glass
It's going down velvety smooth
so cold refreshing and citrusy
love its grapefruit aftertaste
that lingers on the tongue
It makes my head feel light
it's magical and so delightful
brewed to perfection
achieving mild intoxication
Pink Fuzz a celebration in a glass
cheers ~ summer is finally here !!
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
"Being alone with Spirit lifts souls with gifts of joy for hearts and light for eyes." Poet
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Whether I am embracing joy or buried in strife,
Your presence has been clear to me all of my life.
Through all years, I have sought to feel You even more
so truth continuously cements firmer within my core.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless
Whenever I need and seek precious time alone with You,
I close my eyes so all of the world leaves my view.
Focusing on a tiny white spot grows an ethereal light.
I see and feel vibrations pulsed exquisitely bright.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless
Within my chest palpitates a genuine, stupendous high
unlike any intoxication to be felt on earth's side of sky.
It is no longer air that I breathe, but Your glory I inhale.
You lovingly wrap me serene in glimpses of divine detail.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless
INTOXICATION
Let me be drunk in the aura of your presence
Let me be intoxicated in the beauty of your holiness
Enchant me Oh Spirit of God
Come enchant me Oh Spirit of Jesus
Let me be drunk… not with wine of this world
But with the Wine of your Spirit
Intoxicated by your presence
Becoming a fire that burns brightly
As I become a change agent to my world
The best friend you can ever imagine
A gist partner that can never be compared
A senior partner that must be acknowledged
The only one who urges me to worship and pray rightly
The shepherd of my soul
My lifeline to heaven
My number one witness bearer
The overseer of the Church
Let me be drunk in the aura of your presence
Sweet Holy Spirit
Intoxicate me with your love, I cant get enough of you
That I might worship with you
That I might commune in your presence
Holy Spirit flow through my soul.
An overdose of poetry,
just one more hit just one more hit;
We could waste it all together,
otherwise known as schedule one;
Just one more hit just one more hit,
heartbeat’s locked in arrhythmia;
A taste of rhymes and side effects;
We could waste it all together;
Make sure you cover all those tracks
so I can’t feel you in my poems;
Otherwise known as schedule one,
my brain’s not really capable
of fighting off your intoxication.
Speeding through the tunnel,
The other side of nowhere, as my brain,
In a soporific chemical induced state,
Plays tricks.
Feeling safe, yet in an instant
The safety is pulled from my consciousness.
In a juxtaposition twixt thrill and fear,
Nicotine smoke catches me,
Senses enlivened to yet another toxin,
Another drug filling me.
He is my all, I know not why,
But as he takes me, reassures me,
Treats me with contempt yet passion,
I am resigned to it.
To the fact I will allow him,
To take me, own me, slowly poison me,
And as I grip on tight he takes me…..
To where?
This must be the ultimate feeling
This love we have for each other
Transcends all that I've ever experienced
Never with any other lover
To experience this feeling of utter devotion
Is the ultimate joy and sensation
This totally amazing thrill of a lifetime
This feeling of pure exultation
Should I die tomorrow I've lived to love
The way we human were meant to
Intensely and totally head over heels
It is the only way I'd describe we two
No other way to describe it that I know of
It's utter and pure jubilation
Most extreme expression of absolute love
Very similar to intoxication
The morning came to me
With an unclear face
The sun shines bright in me
Than it has ever bless the sky
With a staggering feet i stood
Like a man ridiculed by strong wine
Words couldn't measure my mood
Nor the sweetness i felt inside
With a dim eyes of foggy visions
I stare like a partial blind man
With an empty head of no concentration
Lost i was in a world of unusual smiles
I wondered what gladdens my soul
With pleasures so unmeasured
Then i saw your naked star glow
And remembered our last night dance
Your fair figure rest on my bed
Like a seductive statue of romance
The pleasure play replays in my head
and tingles my erotic feelings
I was made hungry in satisfaction
The willing heart of a weak bone
I bow to you to admit every addiction
To your touches and fleshy warmth
With your caresses my little rod
Grew into a long and harder mantle
You made me speak in tongues of gods
Whenever I strike your open heaven
Your burning smoke of temptation
With body that makes me beg for more
Your curves of inhaling intoxication
That empties a man's heart of pains
My creativity embodies
my very mindset
Inspiration expressed
not just an outlet
My discretion as an artist
not to be repressed
Laid out in any form
allowing others to digest
Thoughts manipulated
then conveyed
Carefully constructed,
hoping your amazed
A creative mind never
compromised
My message ambitious
yet always realized
You influence my passions
and intentions
You see your essence
is forever mentioned
Never censoring my
words or ability
You bring about
a flexible Impossibility
Your attention each
word playfully awaits
In anticipation my
ideas will then intoxicate
Appreciating adoration
as words sway
Reciting each verse
in my poetic play
I can’t suppress my
darkest obsession
You see you are
my creative expression
Every line has been
designed you know
Comprised of passions
I need to show
So if this is how
I spark your interest
I would do it all over
again in an instant
Purple lilacs scent.
Roses so royally rise.
Daisies bow in joy.
1-8-2021
11am PST
As the drunk teacher was saying:
The hum of the computer
Was a common feature
In 5 BC one student
Was looking up:
Anachronism
minimum sixty percent alcohol
in sanitizer to kill virus whole
if infected one drinks
wine won't save life beings
intoxication can’t solve any goal
06.06.2020 Chattogram
Your sun-tanned skin,
On which I am high,
Those curls and smoke-stained lips—
Have drugged me long;
Wet afternoons and your hazel eyes—
Immersed me into the foggy fountain!
Our body fluids are well acquainted,
Yet our minds are lost in an intoxicating fume!
Submitted to: Some Kind of Sensual Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Written and submitted on: 04/06/2020
Facts now have alternatives to fortify an elite’s status
Truth has lost its authority
Principles abandoned as minds become amorous to like-minds
Intellectual treachery
Corporations have frozen the status quo
Arrested ideology
Anti-capitalism is pretentious and treasonous
Distrust the politics, kill the new entry
Religion is a sanctuary of poverty walled by tyrants
Machiavellian weaponry
A cloaked politician claims anointment from God
Blind flock in an amen chantry
Jesus misunderstood for good for life is good
Yield to Caesar with slavery
Every system wants a piece of your livelihood
Patriotic puppetry
They invade privacy with dosages of conformism
Online artillery
I am an armoured guerilla in a humanism suicide vest
Blowing up the system
Nature nurtures blooms and blushes
With redbirds, bluebonnets, and bulrushes
And peacock-curtained cirrus evening skies;
That unveil a Milky seine before our eyes,
Alluring our awed admiration
With magnetic, majestic fascination;
Easily eliciting an emancipation
To unparalleled faux freedom;
Fostering fleet-flying feelings;
Sending stunned senses soaring
Inevitably inducing intoxication
Which connects our inebriated emotions
That persuade our treasured, deeply hidden internals
Into exaltation of the high supernal.
"for contest FINETUNE THIS COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier".
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