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SEASONS NOW AND AFTER Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud
8/8/25
As summer winds to an end, there's a pitch
Summer's last breath rocks with school-aged kids
Soon, the air will be filled with excitement
Like hens racing for corn at feeding time
College kids are racing off to their schools
With the new school year, friendships are renewed
Back-to-school shopping and clothes are noted
On-campus parties under the radar
Drawn lines in the sands, aphrodisiacs
And heaps of gossip, stories, rear their head
This yearly song finds all school kids singing
The thrill of late summer, school, brings sweet dreams
Virgin Conjuring’s
If I were a virgin I would lock up all the birds and bees
Keep them in little yellow boxes in the attic
And never feed them aphrodisiacs
If I were a virgin like Sir Isaac Newton
I would do something good for humanity
Have an apple fall on me and explain gravity
If I were a virgin I would become a cartoon
Just like Kim Jong-un, of North Korea
And pretend to be human
If I were a virgin in a strange religion
Where sex was a sin and crime all the time
Suicide and lobotomy would be on my mind
If I were a virgin, which I doubt very much
I would probably have to be age four or five
Living on a desert Island with no women by my side
If I were a virgin things would be different
I would suffer from malnutrition
There would be no reason for living
If I were a virgin……..
My name is Aphrodite and
my offering to man
is fierce love.
I spread it out before you
like a lavish bridegroom’s dinner
with foods named aphrodisiacs rightly after me!
Caviar, oysters and shrimp;
spears of warmed asparagus and
artichokes stripped of leaves to dip in luscious butter;
truffles too with fragrant muskiness;
all foods of succulence - to stimulate your appetite.
My tender lips are moist - champagne to further whet desire.
You drink me in. . .
Entreating you to take your fill, I whisper in your ear,
“Partake of me, my love. Take more and more.”
When your feeding frenzy
is at its peak -
that’s when I offer you - dripping from my fingers - sweetest fruit:
honeyed figs with cream, peaches, plums, and kumquats;
and last: one red well-ripened berry.
Utterly sated,
drunk from delectation;
motionless, you lie there on your bed.
And when your eyes move rapidly
beneath their heavy lids,
I slide my body carefully off yours,
slip back into my gossamer-thread gown,
then tiptoe to the door; turn the knob;
and without looking back,
step into night.
You waken and want to feast again
but find that I have parted.
(to banquets such as mine, one rarely
is invited more than once).
And so you live and love,
knowing that you can’t resume -
ever in your life again -
a coupling so completely gratifying.
Your passion was consumed in
your consuming of this goddess!
I take from men again . . .again. . .
and then again.
But the nourishment that I require
always must be fresh,
and that is what
eternally
sustains me.
For Deb's Contest: category Unreal
Singapore tryst
Old times bordering;
Restored trade regime
Old Chinatown alleys
Winding streets await;
Takeaway souvenirs
Buzzing bazaars
Colourful wares shout;
Attractions ply
Smith Street
Chinatown circuit;
Oriental stuff
Strange name
Telok Ayer Street?
Meaningful glimpses
This Chinese temple
Tourists assemble;
Photo snapshots
Old men playing
Chinese chess;
Stone table forum
Street vendors
Crafts and wares;
Brisk commotion
Somnolent sunset
After light drizzle;
Swamp of human faces
Lost in the crowd
Two tiny specks
Seeking ***** bargains
Tucked in a corner
This awkward shoppe;
Viagra and company
Loud music blasts
Accompany footsteps;
Curiosity in-transit
Sea of faces
Mini United Nations;
Cosmopolitan nuances
Old shop houses
Clusters of modern comforts;
Brisk eateries
Chinese medical tonics
Healthy equilibrium;
Discerning aphrodisiacs
Feel the pulse
Crowd en passant;
Curious eyes feast
Bumpy movement
Feet gravitate;
Looking and searching
So much to see
Discover again;
That long-lost find!
Leon Enriquez
15 Apr 2014
Singapore
Clouds explode and bloom
Flower petals fall as rain
Sunshine picks them up again
Counting each scented one
He loves me
He loves me not
(The rhythm of a young girl’s dreams)
Aphrodisiacs of soothing fragrance swirl:
Lavender, Honeysuckle, Roses
Magnolias in the summer
Frangipanis for the evenings
In Spring, Wisteria, in time for beginnings
Lily-of-the-valley, delicate but tough
Jasmine, so calming at the pressure points
Young girls twist daisies together, a friendship chain
Before candy necklaces became all the rage
Aloha leis welcome us into the warm island sun
Anchor us as friends to the Pacific chain
Should cataclysmic clouds explode and bloom
Showering all mankind with potent petals
How dangerous our scented love becomes
A contagious infusion of happily ever after
My love has been out of town for weeks and weeks,
And I want to make a romantic dinner for two;
Something really special and sexy and delicious,
So, I spent days planning the menu and setting the mood.
~ The Menu ~
Appetizers
Krug Clos du Mesnil, 2000, Champagne
Raw Wellfleet Oysters on the half shell
Arugla Salad with Olive Oil and Vinegar dressing
Main Course
Chateau Ducru-Beaucaillou Saint-Julian, Red Wine
Truffles
Fettuccine sprinkled with Basil and Red Peppers
Steamed Asparagus - Eggplant and Chives
Dessert
Cacao Chocolate Ice Cream with Almonds
Cafe
Now, I researched all these foods for one quality,
One thing they all have in common, all are aphrodisiacs;
Primal, sexy food, believed to enhance love making,
It is going to be an evening of passion and romance.
I decorated our outdoor deck with strung lights and lanterns,
Arranged the table for the best view of the lake;
Then, I took a bath with saffron leaves like Cleopatra,
And when my love arrived we kissed, and with soulful looks,
We went outside to dine.
__________________________
October 4, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/A Romantic Dinner For Two
Copyright Protected, ID 15-714-420-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, For All Ladies and Brave Men,
sponsor, Judy Konos
First Place
His underbelly is soft but please don't push his buttons
He looks rather docile if you simply leave him alone
Feeds on leaves and fruit and won't kill if you're tame
And respect the elegant majesty that treads firmly on grass
If treated correctly and let him be he is a friendly companion
He looks like a Unicorn adorned with a gregarious nose
Eats what nature has given only as much as he needs
Has few 'natural' predators other than human creatures
Who misinterpret their task on this planet as unruly force
And slay for fun or trophy hunting and belligerent pounce
Unlike Pinocchio he has two spikes a long and a short one
To use for foraging digging up water and breaking branches
But when threatened protects family kind with true honesty
Lowers his snout to the ground and locks intimidating horns
Charges only in self-defence and attacks as a last resort only
I wish I and my fellow *****sapiens comrades would copy
Such moral correctness rather than killing unneeded prey
Whereas rhinos use upright posture and magnificent skills
For sexual prowess and marking their own territorial ground
We grind their sharp body parts into aphrodisiacs myths
Sell to high bidders and pretend such behaviour is normal
Discard their mutilated bodies in a landscape of terror and
Wonder why sometimes they pierce in just retaliation
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you
And I do not wish my prominent bits on somebody's plate
21st December 2019
He was sure he'd put his cylopedia on his chair.
His wife's photo had been over the stair.
But his book was in the tub, gave him a spasm
The photo was torn, and the book open to "org!!!".
His best friend wouldn't answer his calls.
He tried to ask why, found invisible walls.
There were rumors online, rumors in the street
He suspected a flame behind the heat.
After Deutschland unified, Stasi files confirmed.
It had been a plot, the whole story he learned.
Rumors were spread, and objects rearranged
The problem hadn't been that he was deranged.
This also happens when criminals extorted
the victim not exaggerating, no matter what reported.
deliveries vanished, vandals, broken windows
not just bad luck, not just the way it goes.
Small acts get less attention than major crime.
Victims learn not to report every time.
There's no point when perps can plausibly deny
And if you can't get help, why bother to try?
You might be sure you didn't park on the curb
You might be nervous, after your fifth dead bird.
You might interpret all sorts of things in your path
When skeptics quite rightly, give a scornful laugh.
But then again, we know it has happened before
That the victim knows what's happening, but others ignore.
I've been there, and I've felt the pain
It takes background, to be able to explain.
I drank unsuspecting, drink had an aphrodisiac
I staggered through the streets, couldn't prove the attack
I was desperate for sleep, a stimulant in my brain
Couldn't knock on a random door, no shelter from this rain.
I claim I don't have a paranoid mind
I do jump to conclusions, but can leave them behind
When science is perverted, gaslighting gets a boost
And bad guys have another tool to rule the roost.
But how can any victim know when this is true?
Sometimes is just sheer volume, that breaks through
Sometimes no witnesses, sometimes effects are inside,
So between the victim and his audience an impassible divide.
My most beautiful Muse
To my most beautiful Muse,
We are yet to meet, but I see through,
Your pain; for it is clear to hear,
Within your most delicate of words.
So softly spoken,
With no need for reaction.
Simply speaking the truth,
About this undeniable attraction.
This connection between us,
I see words pour between us and from us;
All around the world, love becomes much clearer to see;
To all of us
And the love of lust, this thing brings to us,
Proves that love is the greatest of all aphrodisiacs…
That are known to us.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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