Long Amazonian Poems
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You Desire For Me to See You Shine
Draped In Fabrics of Shady Thoughts,
Are Images of Perceived Imagery of Me
I See My Image Reflected In Your Eyes
Your Facial Lines Display, Tells Me What you Would Not Say
Imagine Perfection With this Spicy Beauty of Creation
My Heart Beats Have Mastered Navigation
As He Paused In Awe!
Searching Diligently To See Me
Fashioned Memes Created By Un Edited Dreams
As You Search With Your Eyes, Body, Mind And Soul
Desirable Treasure, Uncut Diamond of Pain and Pressure
Behold My Betrothed, The Shrine of My Desire
My Countless Prayers Heard By Sacred Ears
Have Manifested My Requests, I See Her!
Voice like a Soothing Elixir !
I Saw Her Gazing At The Stars, Feet Bared In Cool Black Sand
I Thought Of Her When I Heard A High Note In A Melodic Song
Something About, Whose Right , Whose Wrong
Where She's Weak, I Will Be Strong
With Me, In My Care, In my Arms
I Have Seen Where She Needs to Be With Me
Where She Belongs.
I See You Watching, But You're Not Seeing
Oblivious To The Curvy Layers
Of Soothsayers, Seductress, Beasts Slayers
Galactic Blue Blooded, Amazonian Warriors
Femme De La Creme, Her, She, Me!
I See My Reflections and The 21 Questions In Your Starry Eyes
Adjust Your Gaze, Beyond The Foggy Haze
And Clearly See Me!
- Junior piece of acephalus
go to sleep !
"If you do not do what I tell you,
I'm going to give you serious bronchitis ...!
And if I do, I'll give you a headache.
followed by migraine ...!
your face of stroke ...!
"Father, today you're a maniac,
manic-depressive...
- I do not know bucephalus, it's this virus
that circulates around ... this one of
neurasthenia...?
"What's the matter with you, have you otitis?"
- Not father, it's because of cramps ...
- Cramps, this is your sister's thing!
- It's not that father, it was something I ate ...
- Again eating ...!
-Take this stopper, go ... and go.
sleep later ... take some tsetse flies
to the bedroom you soon sleep ....
- Dad, I'm using another method.
more natural! I loose the lambs.
who are stuck in the closet and start
to count ... and you, your constipation
How do you do ...?
"Now, you little , I use a little
of poison extracted from the Amazonian toad ...
it's shot and fall ... I die instantly,
I mean sleep instantly ...!
"And poor mother, father!"
always with their anxiolytics ...
- It's your mother always with her methods
pseudo scientists, this medicine
allopathic ... with nothing!
It's this passiflora, serene, sleep well,
all natural ... Legal is your sister,
who sleeps all night only with
the hammer I put on her head ...
- Steel hammer, father ...!?
"What, nothing, rubber hammer, these
of disassembling car body ...
- Good evening, schizophrenic father!
- Good evening your diarrhea ... or better
that scientific word dysentery ... he, he, he,
I do not know... !
her biological clock was ticking fast
but everything else was on lockdown
mail order had become her last resort
the sperm bank came to the rescue
mystery seeds arrived in her mail slot
she had not ticked all the small boxes
as she was an equal opportunity virgin
‘use freely and do not return to sender’
experimental design was the message
she prayed for immaculate conception
inserted the mixture of various donors
and awaited for nine Amazonian moons
‘triplets oh my God’ the universe was kind
dissimilar skin tone and allusion to peace
07th August 2020
What a beauty I felt at dawn...
when touching your being
With the gentle warmth of the sun...
successive and deep dreams
fantasies spread around
of my being...
She has the holy fire of heaven
in the hair...fireworks
dancing like wildcats
loving like wild moons.
Her hair as black as a star,
her lips, fruits of Heaven,
her eyes, dark flames,
your round curves,
pure rapture...
Her full wet love
of primal fantasies and dreams...
And she hot like Amazonian sun,
flows the boundless river...
PS ... transcription of the poem O what a beauty i knew at dawn with interacao
and version Tim Clodsey, world poet
boy alkas poetry
The pilot formally announced
the desired cruising height was reached.
At three hundred and forty knots
the plane flew like a cruise missile.
As I peered out of my window
above cotton cumulus clouds
such stunning sights of serene scenes
within my musing mind did meld.
Blue-grey clouds created an ocean
of tranquility and beauty
in which islands of snow-like clouds
reared up like Matterhorn Mountain.
Frosty formations of forests
blessed with Amazonian beauty
with canopies of white for green
punctuated the placid landscape.
Like a giant anaconda
a waveless river wound its way
through the wispy white cloud forest
which lined its lush banks on both sides.
Towards the West, the setting sun
showered smiles of satisfaction
on a stunning snow-covered strand
stretching out to the horizon.
I saw a lofty mountain range
Of fluffy white cumulus clouds
overlooking a vast ocean
with a bow-shaped beach at its base.
The images that each one sees
as they look down from up above
are vast and varied as the sum
of grains of sand upon the shore.
They are the figments of our mind
much like the biases which blind
our eyes to those not of our kind,
and who in thought we have maligned.
If we would only take the risk
of getting close to different folks,
and learning who they truly are
we will very soon discover;
that the biases which so blind,
and confine us to our own kind,
like the images, we soon find
are only figments of the mind.
An amazonian appears over cliff ledge
Looking down at her butterfly allies
To defend her they promise with a dying pledge
In the fields beyond her stone enemies arise
She leaps into the fray, grinding rock into clay,
The butterflies rally with glimmering wings,
For they know her optimal skills have won them the day.
That’s why the butterfly chorus now sings.
Gold glittering on all sides--bright, overpowering, strong.
The butterflies dance in the breeze heading her plea.
CRASH! A landslide tumbles and rumbles… destroying the throng.
All alone now the Amazonian cries…. Two choices fight or flee….
Slowly she arises once more
Looking out at her friends hidden in the trees
She’s damaged- a site to abhor
They betrayed her and now she has fallen to her knees
A light glows from her core
“Petra must be stopped at any cost”
And she lets out her strong feminine roar
Shantelle has defeated the enemy even if she is lost.
March 1 2020
Title Chosen: Shantelle Prime
Shantelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
To encounter you in Cleveland
as if an angel drew my steps
into the intricate re-enactment of
an Amazonian forest
A glass tank with a caption that reads,
"Long- necked South American Turtle"
After intense staring into irridescent shallows
your shape emerges as a living abstract;
a turtle-seemingly carved from an
ancient tree bough,
your long neck, the gnarled branch:
your body an elongated burl
Nearby, a sloth, in an emotion
like sleep, does a slow motion spiral
down a vine clad tree
A creature (my memory refuses to name)
like a crazed artichoke
returns in endless typewriter movements
Eyes glazed, despairing of escape
I am drawn, mesmerized back to the
tank with its oneness of stone and log,
breathing a silent prayer to wonder.
The beautiful Amazonian forest
surrounds me,
It's crispy, clean air envelopes me, and hungrily I inhale,
This New Year, the echoes of fear still in my soul, one by one, eagerly I exhale,
To the gentle, cool breeze,
I softly whisper, "Drown them all in the depths of the sea."
Among the lushness of its canopy,
there is a riot of colours dotted everywhere,
Lost in its serenity and silence,
Abruptly, prattling sounds suddenly brought me back down to reality,
A pandemonium of Amazons appeared.
In this New Year with a soul now free
from fear,
I shall enjoy each step of the way, for
time draws near,
No fuss or worry, just going with the
flow,
Appreciating the beauty in each day,
as they come and go.
by Zyrool
2/2026
A named Mercury plies the air
above his fountain
in the Phipps Conservatory.
Children wet their fingers
in the receiving pool
and stare
up at possibilities
that may enable them
someday
to match the blossoming
in the Amazonian Room.
Co-eds with athletic boys,
muscular Pitts and tall Duquesnes,
meander through
the scented aisles,
enlisting spirits of the place
to augment flirtatious smiles.
Wedding guests accompany
a bride and groom
who set their basic blue
amidst the foil
of dappled bloom
and celebrate their day
with words they’ve learned to say.
Then from a group home crowd
a single swain steps forth
and casts his gaze on all around
and asks the god,
“O where is my Marilyn;
who took my Marilyn away?”
I cannot answer him
and the god above,
as silent as a stone,
appears to have no power--
no balloons or wedding bells
or maps to Love’s sweet bower.
When the saddened lover asks again,
"O Marilyn; who took my Marilyn away?"
she appears,
not taken, only loaned,
to trees and flowers
and charmingly atones
for all her wandering.
Standing before the door,
she smiles broadly at her lover.
I see him see her.
Our hearts soar.
A Prince once met a princess, this was what he thought...
She's not used to someone this young
But at Parlour something Beautiful Sprung
Fate at it's finest.
First person I laid my eyes upon,
turned out to by my highness.
She was lovely down to earth, not to mention the spirit.
I hoped we both could feel it.
So we sat and had a drink.
Hours passed by in minutes, and I just had to think.
She had me at Toika lounge feeling like the luckiest fellow.
If she preferred an orchestra, I'd be her main cello.
Little did she know, this Princess was in the company of a Prince.
Amazonian Tiger scratched me with her caramel prints.
And he was going to show her his all.
Make her truly feel like the angel, wingless born, bet she crawled.
Wish to Be her knight in shining armor and all.
She would have all her angled covers, the second she called.
Never too soon and definitely never too late.
For a princess and prince, to come to terms with their fate.
And in fact, Alana, you bring out my best manners.
And it matters to me.
Cause in your presence I wanna be the best I can be.
Because I know that's what you deserve.
Breathtaking personality, in reality, blessed with dangerous curves.
Always had me listening, as if she had super powers.
If she was a line-up I'd wait for days and hours.
Standing there, dressed up with a smile, holding her favorite flowers.
So don't mind little old me.
Standing her with a lily.
Hope you find it cute, cause sharing this it made me laugh and I felt a bit silly.
Your Prince, Hani G.G.