Long Collab Poems
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Their meeting of hearts in joyous touch
Beating in sync, naked chest to breast
Roaming hands in wondrous clutch
Torso's of they in loving impressed
Their meeting of minds, thoughts wed to lock
Thinking out loud, he knows her path she knows his art
Thighs twine in pumping match
Hips to hips pressed tight in dance
No other moves but fearless thrust
Moans and groans a steady hush and rush
Eyes lock as hands fit in clasps
Silence shattered by pulsing heights
Mirrored actions in talking attraction
Absorbed we be loving rhythmically
Tongues fencing clashing reaction
Deeply she feels her loving of thee
Climax reach they fall to deep
Still entwined soaking sweet and sweat
No other words but I love you they said
As 'til death do us part, both do pledge
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©O. E. Guillermo and J.A. Fraser 14.30pm, February 28, 2015
Richard:
Sometimes words speak louder than actions
Is it possible that that could be true?
Spoken hastily, without compassion
Have such words been spoken by you?
Eileen:
Such words have been spoken by me
making others dejected and blue
Words that stole the sun from the skies
But they've never been spoken by you
Richard:
Words can also be very uplifting
Even if those gifted are just a few
Removing sadness, comforting hearts
Have such words been spoken to you?
Eileen:
Yes, such words have been spoken to me
They’ve refreshed my soul like the dew
My heart takes to wing and it flies
Because of words spoken by you.
And so our dear friends come and hear
This message, you know it's quite true
Words spoken can heal or can harm
What words will be spoken by you?
A Richard Lamoureux and Eileen Manassian Collaboration
HEAVEN THROUGH THE EYES
Won't you tell me places called heaven on earth?
for so long, so long, I tried to search and search
Come east. Come west. North to south, I all reach.
my quest began since day of my birth. . .
It's pre-historic paleolithic age, this beautiful place
Karnataka's architecture amidst it's greenery.
Heaven through my eyes seeing such scenery
to walk it's ground my thoughts gently grace.
Meandering many miles from a dripping spring,
the Fraser River in it's glory catches my eye,
heaven through my eyes as I stand nearby
to hear it's lapping waters as it sings.
This magnificent fissure, one of earth's abyss,
the Grand Canyon on the Colorado Plateau.
Heaven through my eyes, in erosion flow
resided the ancient Pueblo whom lived in bliss.
Supple strong arms cradle me from harm
Salty tears they slowly fall, to flood
cracking gradually sadness that long clog
Heaven reveal to my eyes your charm
behold thee not by a necklace of glitter
but a love so peaceful and oh so tender
that 'til this life is through I'll remember
no longer do I want ever be shut!
as all these infuse in me reasons to smile
and again take a look at yellow horizons
with it's curly shaped clouds white and some blue
Heaven is revealed to my eyes by the presence of you!
Evergreen leaves so lush cluster among trees
Daisies, magnolias, orchids they paint a beauty
Ocean blue touch the sea's face of purity
Heaven through my eyes displayed for free!
Beyond this life, beyond this whole wide world--
do you believe a place called heaven up there?
If you do, won't you tell me a clue to exactly know where
and what to do for so long, so long there I like to curl?
©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo
01:00 pm, December 26, 2014
Written By: D. Collins 5/22/24
My Boom-Box played this beautiful collab.
Two blood brothers rapping like we never had.
Talent is talent, and it ain't my fault.
They mastered the 187 on an undercover cop.
An NWA remix with a Puerto Rican twist.
A touch of Heavy D. with a dot that doesn't miss.
They're native New Yorkers, so you know they spit fast.
The way they pass the baton will knock you on your ass.
Spitting it Ill-Na-Na with a Puerto Rican roll.
If you're not listening, then you don't know.
They were rapping extravagant in front of our nose.
That remix of 187 with Big Pun and Fat Joe.
Why sit with a frown is there a need?
Yes she whispered in my ear, I think I peed.
My knickers are wet, I dare not move at all
If I stand up, down they will surely fall
Your knickers are wet, ha I did scoff
But I made sure I did, no laugh or a cough
For under my seat I would then have to peer
As there may be a puddle just under here
Went shopping before we met for lunch
Hoped lollies would stay frozen, so I could crunch
Put it in my handbag, sat upon my lap
Decided to eat quickly, so no mishap.
But lunch took quite a while
We had a laugh and a smile.
The lollies got hot, and then they did melt
I felt a cold patch sneak under my belt.
I swept off the table cloth wrapped it round like a toga
To everyone watching I said ‘it’s a new move in yoga’
To the bathroom I ran and locked the door
I dropped my wet undergarments, onto the floor
Knickers now down, I could see the stain
Was orange not pee and that I still maintain
I sniffed at my undies and then I did think
They smell of oranges, as I rinsed in the sink
I hadn’t peed at all, twas not a mishap
My ice lollies had melted, wetting my lap
Next time you see an old dear with a wet patch on her frock
Remember it might be a lolly, so you better not mock
One day you know that old dear will be you
So to yourself and to others you must always be true
A wet patch you may see, but no lollies are there
So offer her some wipes, but don’t sit on her chair
© 2013
Collaboration between Seren Roberts and Mandy Tams
You possess me with those eyes of pyromania
a tidal wave of temptation thrashing into my need for euphoria
romanticized on appetite for agile reckoning of kiss ravishing, harnessing my hysteria,
plumed with lashes lent from love's wings, curling wet wishing
brows preened sexy mean, fur strip stiring me,
hypnotized by your hot umber rings
I learn how suspense stings
circles of crave unbuckling my brazen brandishing,
deep set on my desire I'm unraveling for the vixen fire, heart sweating,
born from the brown of beauty's sweetest warmth
eyes that bite and suck the stress
right out of my soul's duress,
for you I go forth...
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You possess me with those eyes of eagle blue
you use a single glance my hesitancy to unglue
soaring in the sky of my sweetened fantasy
these blue crystal orbs foretell of ecstasy
But first...the hunt...looking for prey - it's true
it's you - the Eagle
brutally brave and fiercely famished
you glide on the wind of my desire
your wings ablaze with fire
your eyes fierce, Oh, how they pierce
again and again
my inner sanctum deep
their hue puts the sky to shame
demanding passion and cravings untame
they bore deep into me
slashing bonds of inhibition free
Our eyes speak
Brown and Blue
Me and You...
in your eyes the need to seize
in mine, the need to please
yours dominate
mine capitulate
yours subjugate
mine consummate,
your eyes speak...
mine respond...Bonded, we belong
Eagle and Dove
poetry love
Our eyes speak...
A Collaboration Made From The Quills Of Justin & Eileen
CHARIOT OF FIRE
I stand in silence and behold the sight,
staring in wonder, waiting for thunder.
A chariot of fire travels through the night.
The white-winged horses gallop in full flight
pulling at the reins; flowing are their manes
I stand in silence and behold the sight.
Where are they going? There’s a shining light
leading all the way, so they will not stray.
A chariot of fire travels through the night
amidst the heaven where in pure delight
resides the Master, the sweetest lover,
I stand in silence and behold the sight;
Blessings whisked to amble slowly with plight;
heartbeats race to sway, courage on display.
A chariot of fire travels through the night
armoured by God’s spirit. They ride like knights
fearless from pain; victory, their peak gain.
I stand in silence and behold the sight;
a chariot of fire travels through the night.
©O.E.Guillermo and P.Callus
Written last 5:07 pm, November 17, 2014
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION - collab with JA Fraser
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION
Proudly standing amidst three lochs, verdant hills
a Castle enciente breathing beauty but sadly chants
passed feuds sparking battles having harried their foe
and it's demise caused by Frigates cannonball screams.
Colonel MacRae-Gilstrap rebuilds now redeemed:
stoned arch bridge supersede the sea highway flow,
circular stairs and ceilings with coat of arms grants
changes made but its history today remains still
Tourists not deterred by ghost tales scary extreme
But await they exercise for imaginations to show
the setting, a romantic reincarnation that enchants
attracted lovers to celebrate their matrimonial thrill
Eilean Donan Castle in its stunning reachable location
pose the Western Highlands of Scotland a temptation.
Written by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser
8:46 pm; August 18, 2015
Walking slow on a forest path
Gentles the soul with still repose
Beneath shadows of the sun’s wrath
Breathing wonders beyond meadows
Destined to silence, so pleasing
Erasing the dark with dawn’s dew
Kissing away the doubt, easing
Sorrows and worries, fetching new
Mercies each morning, heart dances
Birds sing in harmony, enjoy
Their chorus of nature's glances
Troubles fade as trees nod with joy
Sauntering along with the breeze
Sunrays pouring into the core
As day breaks, woody smells do please
Empowering musings galore.
Form: Rhyme (8 syllables)
27th March 2023
8/1/12
Another collab with my history fanatic friend, Justin Connor =)
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Two nations, the United States and the Soviet Union
Both very powerful,
Now hold the fate of the world at stake
Attempts to overpower the other
Only bring fear and trouble the hearts of the people
Threat by threat and nuclear bombs
Stirred up adrenaline and false alarms
Will our lack of unity save the world?
Or will it merely produce tension?
Once allies in a conflict that involved the world
Now fighting each other with words instead of weapons
One wrong move from either
Could be the next world predicament
And if nothing is done
More tension will surely arise
Liking a quiet bomb ticking away
Is the great nations’ cruel silent treatment
But no one is keeping it low
Everyone knows and fears what lies ahead
So who will be the winner—the great?
The red, white and blue, or simply the red?
Or will Cuba set up a missile tow?
To shock the Americans into panic
And rush the Russians back into the snow?
Now one nation in the Caribbean
Will be the center of attention
The two superpowers now increase tension
Their decisions will decide how the world looks tomorrow
As the scare smears their eyes with wars of sorrow
How long will the world fight over naught?
It is about time to stop the nonsense
Not two nations, but two leaders decide to make a deal
And realize that it is better to have peace
Than to rain fire on the world
We realize there is enough turmoil to go around
And for now we can all take a deep breath in again
But paranoia and tension take years to heal
And when we decide to breathe out again,
We must expect anything