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The prediction business, notoriously crooked
but thought I'd take a quick look at it
Neither to forecast financial ups or downs
turning NYSE smiles to frowns
Nor to set odds on upcoming sports events
too much depends on the element of chance
I'm here to predict something inevitable
as sure as mother's milk is delectably edible
Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese, and Korean-Americans
will learn from the black man, who screamed, "Yes, I can
intimidate the white man into doing my bidding"
and now whitey's afraid of him ~ You know I'm not kidding ...
The Asians have earned their spot at the top of the university heap
but they won't ever get there 'til they stop acting like sheep
Waiting for the 'so-called Wheels of Justice' to grind
is for those who 'to wait forever politely' wouldn't mind
How long did it take for 'Separate but Equal' to be overturned?
from 1896-1954: 58 years of 'broken-windows' schools where ghetto
blacks didn't learn ...
I predict that when Asian-led terror strikes the heart of the system
just watch the phony elites and their friends pretend to be victims
Though the one thing about terror (they forget) is it gets results ~
Check out how Radical Islam, China and Russia exult
;Put a flame to it baby inflame the eyes
FAME is a game of the Lovers disguise
Licks of temptation to the back of heels
Arc in rotation sings a living deal Love
Me! A Lover steals in the night a sight
Eternal delight and peels… ever so and
gently slow reveals a flowing glow.ing
organ turning to adore, yearning fore.
play.... in orgasmic ways
screaming in the wind delicious in
Visible, the touch of a mind
Insatiably delectably easily detectable…
No Fame in a knot but a hottie Flame.IS
... a SuPer.LuminNaughty. Human . ;)~
Fire
Loves
Air in the heART
MatTer is the Water of our
EarTh. Write tHere…is a bit of
SHe.MALE…
Form:
Dusk descending on the shore -
My eyes engorge themselves on orchid and wisteria swirls
which frost a blue-cake cotton-candy sky.
Peacefully, deeply, I draw in breath to savor
that special flavor of the sea. Its salty tang
delectably has mingled with the lime of my man's cologne.
Suddenly,the screech of beach scavengers assaults our ears.
Coming to claim our picnic’s small remains,
the gulls, through sky now glazed maroon, are shadows swarming-
dusk descending on the shore.
Written 9/19/2015
For the MIXED SENSES - Poetry Contest of nette onclaud
THEME: Evening
Idyllic illicit illusion…
Complicit daydream delusion…
Explicit panoply profusion…
Other worldly garlanded gems..
Purring poetic…balletic..stirring kinetic aesthetic..
Absurdly drop atop delicious stems..
Heavenly blue hue...serenity’s serendipitous shade..
Or purple patch so plush…fairies blamelessly blush..
Bucolic blossom hush... mother nature's made..
Garnishing..varnishing.. intricate forest floor laid..
Magical mist…delicate..sumptuously sprayed...
Trysts persist…unctuously dappled glade..
How can you resist..not be swayed?
Flagrantly decadently displayed.
Fragrantly delectably conveyed...
Casts seasonal smorgasbord spells..
Marvel at the mythical majesty..
Spring’s cocooned woven tapestry..
Festooned filigree of bluebell dells
you course in my veins with prurience, wild
immersing my marrow in urge, recompiled
teceptors abducted the instant you smiled
love's effigy flaming, my sinews defiled
all virtue forsaken, as tears from a child
fidelity's prospects are henceforth reviled
I inject you, narcotic - my opiate, pure
a caustic and carnal contingency's cure
delectably dressed with diabolic allure
such dermal sublimity, surface demure
I taste of your shapes, corporeal contour
skin softly savored, goosebumped and bare
your tang on my tongue, the nectar I share
our sugar rush potion for ravishment, rare
mixed in a kiss with the strands of your hair
your ecstatic delirium inculcates my core
I'm lost to a lust that's not lasted before
tinged with an aching that day would abhor
velvet and warm are the walls of your fire
addicted to you with a crave to be higher
you are my medicine, the tonic I chug
I am infected, lubricious and riled
lavished in sensual senses so sure
imbibing the essence of you without care
mixed in like poison, I stir you and pour
swallow in gulps, the consequence, dire
you are my opiate ... you are my drug.
addicted to you.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Choice M, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
( This is a new form I created named "Minuanetta", with a rhyme scheme of aaaaaa, bbbbb, cccc, ddd, ee, f, abcdef g (title) ).
poinsettias scattered all about
it’s a hoopla at the community centre
kids of all ages gathered to see Santa
the sheer excitement and anticipation
a rumbling roar with electricity in the air
he’s on his way but it's a long wait
people make the most of time
getting up on the stage
with a dance a song or a skit
dressed up in our sunday best
suit or dress with fancy shoes
what a sight as you entered the hall
majestic tree at least twelve feet tall
decorated with colored lights and balls
popcorn garland all around
angel starring high on top
no difference through the decades
every kid’s dream come true
to meet Santa face to face
and especially delectably delicious
to whisper in Santa’s ear
all our innermost wishes
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS~ 2023
AP: 3rd place 2020
Come to a place of enlivening comfort.
In this exotic garden, lift your lungs.
Vanilla beans dangle from the vining orchid.
A likeness of birthday cake baking
awakens adrenaline,
as exciting and familiar as friends,
as smooth and creamy as silk.
Rustle sandalwood leaves between your hands.
Explore the bark's core, richness in depth.
Breathe in a fresh, earthy, woody fragrance
like a hug from mother nature.
Lie down upon a pillow of lemongrass,
delectably relaxing in uplifting whiffs,
flowing tresses of citrus refreshment.
Let geranium leaves rain upon your face,
brushes of femininity gently tickling,
sweet and akin to rose's aroma.
As essential oils harmonize,
inhale the fragrance of my skin
as pheromones rise for you.
3-16-2021
Favorite Scent(s) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Antelope graze the savanna,
Without a care in the world,
For literal lack of imagination.
Languishing in a morning moment,
The herd simply enjoys its munching.
Something else wafts on air,
Some chemosignal delectably taboo.
Sweat beads trickle down his temples.
Savanna creatures pay no heed,
While mysterious molecules send and prime.
Stress triggers a downward spiral,
Hit as if hunted, not the hunter.
Amygdala on overdrive, panting,
Heart pumping to limbic arrhythmia.
Such dark surreal safari is unexpected.
Predator feared is no leopard, no cheetah.
May as well be his reflection in the mirror.
Elusive yet eventual, relentless - inevitable.
Calm now, as I elicit the parasympathetic.
I am a safe sacred space where you have come to rest.
-ARCantu, 05/22/2023
Unrelenting blitzkrieg deadly
assault upon psyche
pounded defenseless
vulnerable mindscape accustomed
to shelter within aproned crease
mama proffered manna, especially
when untethered meek docile lad
subjected to blistering hellfire
infamous hoodlums wantonly unleashed
verbal bombardments lobbing poison
spear tipped invisible blackened barbs
manifold times more agonizing
piercing, targeting, xraying...
guaranteed fatal skull and crossbones
unseen insignia wrought utmost damage
one hundred percent accuracy
ferociously besieging, jackknifing, pummeling...
successfully character assassinating,
a diminutive boy cursed with ideal traits
strongly tempted, delectably savored,
violently bullied (short of physical
stature violated, though seditious)
emotional violation wrought lifelong
oppressive worthlessness complimented
amply by absolute zero self confidence
distilled thru conception in utero
until parturition on a bitterly cold
January thirteenth (apparently small,
medium forces at large, sans right
buffalo wing conspiracy) instigating
ear splitting wailing testing threshold
of tolerance, no crying game, but
palpable anatomical and physiological
dislocations afflicting yours truly
with breathing difficulty courtesy
submucous cleft palate pronouncing
strong nasality, when acquiring speaking
ability more cause to ridicule upon
commencing attendance within Lower
Providence School District, where kids
said nastiest, meanest, foulest, cruelest...
unsolicited comments pointedly jabbing air
mocking severe twang plus pigeon toed gait
the latter rectified with custom made
contrivance crafted by papa that forced
little feet turned outward during sleep,
which less significant aberration became
corrected as I got older, but self shaming
and blaming assimilated thru incessant
intimidation, inundation, invitation...
passive personality tacitly allowed,
provided, and enabled entire classroom
to assail helpless looking human creature
'pon entering home burst into tears!
“Painting Dragons in One Stroke”
Beware of angels
with big guns
falling for you
they lose their wings
it’s like clipping nails
they grow back again
eventually
the sun shine comes out to play
the rain springs a well
in the heart good for dipping
sharp fountain pens bloodied
swords brush a new page
alternately pressing
strong and lightly
against the canvas of you
triumphantly sheer
silky as feathers
delectably drawn,
in perilous
Rapture Blue
delicately tasted
as in a ceremony
novelly naked
addressed and undressed
against the glass wall
your true vulnerability
embraced and seen through
ippitsuryu
painting dragons in one stroke
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Moonage Daydream"/ Bowie
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