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One woman, so narly and yet
another, affectionate.
As sweet as being in paradise.
Both necessary for us to appreciate life.
Some men are a tad.obese
Many others athletic or thin.
The great variance, is all that all have
something quite lovely within.
Many humans are spiritless having
nothing to do.
Many so spirited, get out of their way,
Much variance in the human zoo.
If someone does not love you, let them go.
Isn't the warmth, far more desirable than
coldheartedness?
Well, OK... then,let's get on with the show.
Find friends that just totally, glow!
2/10/2021
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Do we allow the compelling mind to control our unwilling steps?
Do they obey or deviate from the path smeared with insecurities?
Isn't it sad to seek unfairness instead of much desirable closeness?
Many have adopted this absurd concept that leads to nothingness!
Incredulity is the changeless anthem of the cynical and the stubborn,
within their unyielding spirit lies the ultimate reason of self-treason;
they won't settle for anything less than a bundle of useless allusions:
their trust spurs from doubt, their anger can incinerate aspirations!
" Quell clamorous voices, hush their madness before unrest rises! "
Is this suppression or plain ignorance to compare the final outcome?
The enraged Vaillant emerges from the cussing crowd and shouts,
" Isn't it sad to seek unfairness and desert others that show pride? "
" We'll be defeated and furthermore humiliated, whipped or stoned
in public squares and the mob, as always, is devoid of conscience. "
No interlude can spare lives, no pardon from popes in fancy robe;
no tears from sobbing mothers can halt the ax that drips blood! "
Amidst a flowery meadow we walked this sunny day
Two in love a wandering to find a place to lay
We happen across an Oak tree, as old as old can be
Below it's green filled canopy, we lay in love so free
We chatted and chatted for ages amidst this greenery
Our minds knowing our eventual, to be naked and so free
We turn to face each other, leaning in we share a kiss
Our eyes know our looks, to be in desirable bliss
Lips now touch like whispers, in gentle delightful flow
Urging excites our wants, our desires in us grow
Slowly I undo her buttons revealing charms so sweet
Her body reflects my attention, in pertness rising greet
Cupped I kiss her gently, her hands run through my hair
Her torso openly naked, whilst the Oak can only stare
Sighs now resonate across this meadow of colour
She whispers words of crave, delight my wanting flower
I touch, I kiss and caress, this bloom in radiant pink
Two now become one, as we start to love in sync
Frantic kisses now shared in lusting craving require
Our orchestrated echoes confirm our wanting loving desire
Amidst a flowery meadow we walked this sunny day
Two in love a wandering to find a place to lay
Our passion and love flowed in this lovely flowery place
Below the oldest of Oak trees, lovingly we graced
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I am an elementary school counselor.
Everyone else shuns the sixth graders, they are my pals.
They are the ones I know the best, we have the same humor.
We laugh at the same raunchy jokes,
Although some I have to pretend I do not hear.
I like my day, it is so much fun; every day different.
I glide through it, laughing and playing, in a child-like, happy way.
Until I get a phone call or emergency text from Room 145Z.
Laughter stops. My smile runs off and hides in a corner.
I pretend to be sick, running for the bathroom, clutching my mouth.
I have a walkie talkie. I get paged six ways to enlightenment.
My boss comes to find me; she is the principal. I have to go.
Jumping off a cliff into a murder of crows being killed by wolves
would be more desirable.
I open the door and enter.
They are all over the place, screaming and yelling.
Under tables, screeching and snarling. Spitting and kicking.
"Thank you! " the teacher says. "I will be right back."
Six or seven come up to me and tug on my clothes.
I use the kindest softest voice I have ever mustered.
Two run off screaming and crying because I hurt their feelings.
Sixteen run up to tattle on others.
One pulls my hair to see if it is red all the way to the root.
Another throws up on my shirt.
I have been here what, two hours?
I look at the clock.
Where is she?
She comes running back in. "Thank you!" she says. "I really had to go."
I'll say.
She was gone two minutes.
I am terrified of room 145Z, the kindergarten class.
“There is a charm about the forbidden
that makes it unspeakably desirable,”
Mark Twain
Hark!
does not the exclaim
of pain reign
the winds’ swallow?
skyward clouds of rain
are hollow.
untrammel’d, is it heard
promptly,
by the maimed;
airin’ of songman’s floggin’
for ne’er shalt again
the Queen’s ear be tamed
by lyrics of him, him who sing
courtship ballads.
nor thief nor baron
opt for the Queen’s favor,
in land of Holland,
forbid by King’s order.
erstwhile,
uncouth poet claims
her secret sorrow.
and she?
his verses so hearted
of longin’
There are mouths that speak,
are the words ...
There are mouths that are quiets
are hesitant ...
Bitter mouths,
are hapless,
sweet mouths,
are honey ...
There are kissable mouths,
they are desirable,
biting mouths,
are detestable ...
Friendly mouths,
beloved girlfriends,
enemy mouths,
homeless people ...
marvelous mouths,
they are muses,
crooked mouths
They are
witches !
I needed you
Just you.You. Your name is love. Where have you been?
Not in my mind. Ignorance loved you. I love the love. How?
Love is an untouchable thing. How can I love it? How should I hug the love?
How can I grasp air or water? Love the love it’s not possible. This is a fiction.
Only. Love is evil. Insulting, inviting, attractive, desirable, warm, glittering.
When it’s close you want to hug the love. But you can’t. I can’t. And the love is laughing.
I am suffering. She is an evil mermaid. Love isn’t respect for a sensitive painful heart.
Why? Because the love lives from the suffering souls. So my loved love enjoying my suffering
Sufferings.
Yes. This life is suffering—the suffering. Everything passes, goes away, turns into a mist,
ceases.
The result of a living green leaf is dead fallen leaves. My result is my coffin.
And afterlife, I know, I will meet with love. The only one love. In the endless ocean.
It was worth suffering. I needed you. But you threw me away. You will stay here.
The true love takes me away.
Extinction
Each thing, each being is destined to extinct
to initiate new text in new print.
Life originates, species are evolved
Diversities run swing to get resolved.
Era after Era comes in array
New generation comes, old goes away.
Life is desirable and nature will enable.
Extinction is inevitable, even undesirable
Chances also play big role in evolution
Natural catastrophe cause mass extinction.
01/04/15
Contest No. 233 any theme/form max 10 lines by Brian Strand
Hair as soft as the August moonlight
ran through these warm fingers;
you were very young and bright,
while my embrace kept you from dangers!
Envious glances from other guys
couldn't bother me as painful lies;
they had wished they had held you as sweet Juliet in their protective arms,
but it there was only one Romeo that turned you on with his true charms!
Many amorous words slipped
through these warm fingers as you stared at the mysterious stars,
assuming they never faded,
but awaken by the loud raven's shrill...you saw dew on flowers!
Any devoted lover doesn't need to say
that trust binds two by sharing a passionate kiss;
he can see that light of devotion a breath away
whenever hands touch to feel real bliss!
Fix all your broken dreams and become desirable and wild,
the sooner you do that...the quicker those fantasies will bind;
and may you decide to let them pass through these warm fingers
to find their way back to their realm, let them escape on swift wings!
of part one pertaining to my most recent poetic entry (Inexplicable Quirky Memory Unhinged clasp one) unintentionally got submitted twice, and rather than tamper with attempting to delete delicately, (and probably wreak greater havoc then desirable), this generic human male (meaning thy characteristics of body, mind and spirit) lumped within that general category designated as average.
this chap neither exalts in arrogance, haughtiness, orneriness...nor does emasculate, humiliate, lacerate...his being.
tis modesty i strive for despite the (all to quick to judge via initial virtual impression) predicated on my predilection to populate poems (and/or prose) with ponderous pedantic particular pun dit tree.