Long Ecstacy Poems
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Music is my high,
Soda is my drink.
Sugar is my ecstacy,
Laughter is my drunkeness.
Anime is my anti-drug,
Strobe lighting is my LSD.
Dreaming is my hallucinogen.
Imagination is as psychedelic as I can get.
Being with family is when I'm as relieved as I can get.
Happiness is as sober as I can get.
Masturbation is as stimulated as I can get.
Orgasming is when I am as relaxed as I can get.
Poetry is my coping mechanism,
Art is my creative outlet.
Writing is my addiction,
Reading is my inhalation.
Exercise is my steroid,
Food is my shrooms,
Cooking is my sniff.
Gaming is as tripped out as I can get.
Being with friends is when I'm as hyped as I can get.
Depression is as down as I can get.
Inner strength is as strong as I can be addicted.
Internet browsing is as stoned as I can get.
Dancing is my adrenaline,
Overtiredness is my hangover.
Cake mix is my acid,
Sparkling juice is my booze.
Soberity is my perspective,
Shopping is my drug-dealing.
Healthy as can be, drugs not for me.
WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD
WITH WONDERFUL PEOPLE
PEOPLE WHO LOVE
AND PEOPLE WHO CARE
WHAT A WONDERFUL SCENE
A DYNAMIC WONDER
YOU KNOW THE SPELL
I'M UNDER
I'M IN LOVE
TELL EVERYONE YOU KNOW
I'LL MAKE IT
SWEET AND SIMPLE
TELL THE WORLD ABOUT
WHAT YOU MAKE ME FEEL
IT COME THRU WITH DESIRE
IT SPEAKS IN ECSTACY
IT'S SOMETHING
NOT LOUD
AND SIMPLE
IT'S SOMETHING FOR REAL
I'M IN LOVE
AND I WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW IT
TRY TO STAY COOL
SO I WON'T BLOW IT
JUST TO LET YOU KNOW
I'M IN LOVE
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GOT ME A WOMAN
SOMEONE WHO LIKES
ME LIKE I AM
AINT NO CHANGING ME
SHE LOVES ME
THE WAY I AM
I THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY
BUT
SHE LIKES HER MAN
I'M IN LOVE AND I
WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW
I believe that Heaven is a place
where all our souls, long hidden from our sight
finally blossom, coming face to face
with he who is the truth, the love, the light.
No need for memory, the past no more,
eternity, the now, our new abode,
our life's journey complete, we reach the shore
the terminus for all the faithful roads.
Our loved ones we shall know although they be
in different form, by his divine grace
revealed to us, and through our hearts we see
the real them, no need for form or face.
Cocooned in something we have never known
since though alive, unaware in the womb,
real peace, real love, no fear we shall be shown
a calm sanctuary far beyond the tomb.
A new found freedom, joy, life's battle won,
a celebration, ecstacy, release,
paid for by our Creator's only son
who offers all, alive or dead, his peace.
9th September 2018
For contest 'Describe Heaven', sponsor Faraz Ajmal
This is my gift to you
the rhythmic beating of my heart
this one and only heart
of which you are a part
This is my gift to you
the smile upon my face
and eyes that smile into yours
that make your heart race
This is my gift to you
I pledge to you all my love
and hold you in my soul forever
like a hand fits into a glove
This is my gift to you
all the colours of the rainbow that shine on a darkish day
reflected against the stoic mountains
in a very solom way
This is my gift to you
who has been the master by being
a vow of steadfastness, of love, and faith
and a vision of what we are truly seeing
This is my gift to you
the wanting of your spirit joining with mine
in a dance of ecstacy
that finds us both entwined.
PRESENCE IN ABSENCE
It been long, longer to say you've stayed
Bother not to knock at the neighbour's room for keys
That might have disturbed their sleeping pills
I lost all down the depth of bermuda without conflict
Out of pictures came the memory lane to me piece by piece
Without vice versa exchange with the moon while still asleep
If resurrection for death awaits to revisit
Welcoming without pass, passes through our gate
And when you set to sail home again without leave
See me as a whore in tempest, to rape the wind to ecstacy
Toast with the toasted bread that never ends eating alone
Let the moment go extra mile in mind with you, our walks only a mile can take for you
©Yusuf, A.O.
Is your love stronger than silence?
When words hide
When wounded pride
Holds expression hostage?
Will you sit with me
in quiet reverie
of what used to be?
Must I entice with lines
rhymes that suit your fancy
For you to read me?
Can't you love me in the silence?
You know my heart
My thoughts
My pain
Must I bleed again and again
In a bid for your sympathy?
Won't you let old poems speak for me?
Remembering past ecstacy
when full bloom poetry
was what you wanted to see
Can't you embrace my soul in the silence
Don't feelings transcend
Verse verbosity?
Silence is golden
Once you were beholden to me
Was that only because of my poetry?
Don't shun my idle hands
My silent lips
My tired heart
I'm still the same woman
Who beguiled with a word smile
Come looking for me
Even when all you hear
is my silence.
Eileen Manassian
" In titanium haze of love,
truth is but a mere lie,
never unlocking gold vaults
of feelings, for,
honesty weeps somewhere
in perfumed odes of
inkless pages,
hidden in our forlorn fate..."
If twilight roses were
reincarnated angels,
they would carve
a zillion destinies
with feathered letters,
flickering beneath
butterfly glitters,
adhering glossy
wings of rosemary,
like a balm to
invisible scars
and encasing
my soul in a
hundred hues
of blood.
But, I never knew,
the secrets of
nebulous-cloaked
vengeance which
infused in
nightingale's
forevermore fortunes,
echoing eerie whispers
in elora moors of
scarlet jasmines,
at the jinx of
midnight's omen;
for thou emerged
as a lover in
ninety-nine novels,
but a guised
killer in the
farewell fantasy.
As I float by,
in the swan lake,
losing myself to thee,
I wish upon
defrosting your eyes,
that got submerged
beneath icebergs
of betraying harbinger
and bleed my soul
in frosted heart's
snow-sealed
milky ways,
as these flaked
clayey leaf
pamphlets of
sakura scents
aren't enough
to erase thy
fingerprints from this
poisoned chalice,
that sung sinful
serenades in
deadly paradise
of Eurydice
and sliced my spirit
to sooty shreds,
in this diamond dungeon
behind sage valleys.
Laced in
ash grey lies,
I'm a corpse
enveloped in
crimson croons
of confetti,
whilst lips
soak acrylic
dewdrops of
melting roses,
that once
blanketed our
eden in the
arms of heaven,
with starlit petals.
So, as Nymph,
in the orisons,
with hemlock
fused heart,
be all my sins
remembered.
For, love is a
smoke raised
with the fume
of sighs, demising
to sacrificed
meadows, where,
this kismet tale
departs in the
very ecstacy
of cradling mist,
and thus,
with disoriented
twilight's kiss, I die.
Lost in your love,
I float above the ocean
on wild waves of fevered ecstacy.
I melt into your gaze
as you send me to the moon
with your passionate kisses.
I don’t care where I’m going.
It can be to a brand new galaxy
beyond the stars -
bright stars that glisten like your skin
which feels so right
as it melds into my own.
I only want to live
inside this precious moment,
sparkling for an eternity -
with stars in our eyes
and knowing the bliss
of being as one with you.
Jan. 24, 2020 for Brenda Chiri's Picture Prompt Poetry Contest
and now for John Hamilton's 'Your best free verse 2020' Poetry Contest
"Treasure Box"
The etymologist considered "themselves" singular;
like a butterfly collector they pulled the pincushion
out from the treasure box and proceeded to capture words
pinning them to every wall, they felt a certain kind release,
voodoo prayers ran through their mind subliminally,
the agony of adjectives and verbs being kept
beside ampersands conjoining objective pronouns subjectively
was a fluttering kind of let loose ecstacy
their creation connubial was escoteric, beautiful and ingenuous
and insanely free, in a voyeuristic sense, the art was in the act,
the pleasure was in the generosity of letting them all fly free
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“Collected specimens can be identified to species using genitalic dissections and other internal and external anatomy that only can be studied through microscope work on a pinned specimen. The preparation of the wings spread and legs out, makes all features easily seen, including ones you will never see in a live insect.”
“Gently insert a sharp pin between the veins on the front edge of the left forewing and pull the forewing into place. Place a strip of paper over the left wing and insert pins to hold the forewing in place. Make sure you place the pins around the wing and not through it.”
{Poet’s Note : Second Poem of Set of 5 SPOKEN WORD poems written in SAPPHIC STANZA }
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Trust is substance of things hoped for truthful
kaleidoscopic is mythopoeics of Spirit
collective consciousness seeks sensibility
single songs rooted
Ecstacy rests on belief and compassion
inductive reasoning no toil to rich soil
task completion depends on harmony
fulfilment follows
Use alignment of dimensions acutely
Sisters ! impresss subjective on cosmic mind
ether surely holds what is ached for not sold
bold with Absolute
In relationship serve finely each other
allow answers to birth deeper questions
making muddy unconscious conscious to Light
Love is stardust kites
Wise are wise only because they love tender
foolish are foolish because slender is Heart shut
shadows burn when ascension is not earned
fall not into rut
Timeless presence is what we look for, Femmes !
we are thingness of life, seeking I-ness of life
form comes then disappears like pears on trees
let NO-thing come with ease
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