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As I wandered about the lush lawn
In the gazing ball I glimpsed
A breath-taking young woman with a touch of innocence
In her soulful, violet eyes.
I was mesmerized by her beauty
And I had to look up to see that this vision was real.
I did so slowly, and found her gazing a bit boldly
Straight into my very soul.
When she was sure she had bewitched me,
She slowly turned and walked down the garden path
Knowing that I would follow, meek as a lamb
Into her lair.
Into a secret garden she led me,
This girl with the violet eyes and beautiful thick hair
Which she started to unpin and let fall,
Cascading down her back like a waterfall of shining waves.
When we reached the center of the garden,
She turned and waited for me
To come close enough to see the rise and fall of
Her beautiful breasts, corseted to their full advantage.
Though they were lovely, it was the eyes that held me.
She ran a light finger along my lips then pressed it to her own.
It was then I noticed the fullness of her mouth, lips slightly parted
And silently beckoning me to join my lips with hers.
And so I did, and the kiss that ensued was
Warm, and sensuous, and became urgent as it continued.
I felt her tongue and tasted her sweet breath and thought
I might faint at the passion that coursed like lightning through my body.
And without notice, it ended, and I opened my eyes
And found myself standing along in the garden
My very body still on fire with the electricity
Of that kiss.
In a daze, I stumbled back toward the party,
And upon seeing my unsteadiness, my host
Invited me into the manor to cool myself
Out of the heat of the sun.
As we walked through the massive doors,
I glanced up, and over the enormous marble mantle
Was a portrait of the girl with the large violet eyes,
And the cascade of dark hair, and the lips I still felt upon my own.
I asked my host shakily, “Who is that”?
He replied with a shudder that she was Anna,
His betrothed, who had been lost on the sea
And had never been recovered.
Years later I wonder, was she ghost or spirit,
Was she there that only I could see?
The passion, the taste of her lips,
Still electrifies my body and soul as I dream of Anna’s French kiss.
Written 8.22.21
it’s still brick
everywhere in the City
especially Downtown
I wrap the next mula
for my pocket
and catch NYC whip
I stop in the Burg
inside your bodega
I listen to myself for
the first time from the box
this bop electrifies my brolic
while I sip hot Regular Coffee
still waiting for your yerrr
what’s happening at FiDi
fuhgeddaboutdit
I schlep no fronting
cuz my B is always
your word again
that’s deadass
the shunts
dissenting
minorities
and deep
conflicts out
of camera range
I twxt the worlds
from Alphabet City
"The Folk Dance"
On the backs of well formed muscular miners
Working hard in the trenches on a daily basis
For the men who need coal, fat cats and such
Dirty, sweaty and tireless toil try to wear them down
Dehydration and soot inhalation runs rampant
An epidemic throughout lower Appalachia
The jobs they need, for their survival indeed
Their meager paychecks insist they must do it for the love
Ten to fourteen hour shifts and then they collapse on the bed
Six days of the week it's merciless work to anybody
Sunday comes and they can take a day of rest
A certain buzz going around electrifies every last person
Timing is just right to surprise the deserving workers
Since people have prepared to throw down a hoe down!
The good old fashioned type with the elongated dresses
In classic style with seemingly everybody statewide participating
With a do-se-do and an allemande left good country spirits spin uproariously
Twisting and turning to chanted rhythms on a hard packed dirt floor
Inhibitions are nowhere to be found amongst these family friendly folk
Arm in arm with strangers they know each other wants a fair time
Soon the energy starts rocking to the extended company outside
The hootenanny has grown too big for just one barn, they are tireless
"Well Shucks." says the fat cat "I don't work them hard enough!"
Watching from afar he fumbles with his pocket watch just a little miffed
A raucous good time for a genuinely good people
The orchestrator slows it down some and pulls out his granddaddy's autoharp
Relaxing to an old fashioned twang, the couples do their thing
Getting closer to each other rocking calmly to and fro
Feeling four minutes of tenderness with filled loving concentration
Because those seconds are the fleeting ones
Then the banjos bring the pace back up to complement rowdy fiddles
Moving and twirling, elation fills the air for a chance at remembering
Why they are alive for each other, ingenious in its simplicity
While Merriness is their motto
And not even the coal mines can make them forget that
YOUNG MAN BEWARE OF BEAUTY
1.Beauty is a lie
A fake cloth
covering one's body
And the opposite Side
Lies the truth,
Those who know the secret
Secret,
Enjoy it on ugly women.
2.Beauty has its charm
In the eyes.
It is not material at all
But illusion!
It is a great lie.
Those who are mindful
Have enjoyed a lot
On ugly women.
3.Beauty is cheating
In a real life.
It is a dream
Where the butterflies
Harp music
For a broken heart,
The latter of which
Finally,
Open his mouth,
Feel so thrilled
And greening
But nothing materializes.
4.Beauty needs caution.
A one who is safe
Is the one
Who is curious about it.
Those who are mindful
Enjoy a lot
On ugly women.
In ugliness
Tangible commitments
Resides.
5.Beauty is a lie.
The laboratory of one's brain
Must be smart
To processes its features.
It is a bad charm
In a rudiment use by women
To assert
Wrong course of actions.
6.Beauty is a devastating
Mass weapon.
Silently,
Whenever it passes,
It electrifies feelings
And emits
Radioactive rays,
Which shortly
Conjures the heart
But,further more
Makes it more tired
Than before!
7.Beauty is a lie.
Expect zero commitment
In beautiful women.
Expect no dimensional
Heart full feelings!
Expect blurred love!
No mathematics of love
Ever been calculated
By a beautiful woman
To bring to zero
A troubled heart
Of a man in need
Of a heart wash!
8.Beware of beauty.
If the laboratory of your
Brain,
Is such a modern
And,you are bloody young,
Blind your eyes,
Allow your finger tips
On ugly women
And enjoy the secret
Sometimes
Ever not been dreamed of,
Since
It has not been thought
To reside there!
Beware of beautiful women.
In an old thatched house,
In an inhabitated corner,
Of a ghost village,
Lived an old woman.
Aged not in years, but in struggles and tears,
guised with prematured grey hair,
Empty mouth, wrinkling skin,
And unsupporting nerves.
Every morning she'll place a wooden bench in the front of her home,
Her eyes transfixed on the weed ridden road,
Looking for her only son,
Her first and last born.
A son that had gone to the city for years now,
To acquire knowledge to redeem her.
At least , she had thought
But had long been devoured.
Devoured by the lights of the city
Days turned into weeks,
Weeks into months,
Years into decades,
Still no signs for the homecoming.
With undying hope and patience,
She never missed her daily routine,
News had it that her son had graduated and had a government job,
Her smile that day electrifies he dark cubicle.
For days her nights were full of delight,
Dreams of living in a house that glows at night,
Dreams she shared not because, someone might think she's insane.
The monsoon breeze of December hit hard,
Her strength gave in,
She could no longer sit outside,
Her ears now her eyes.
She heard sirens,
She saw a Bentley,
A Bugatti,
Oh, it was a Land Cruiser!
The Cruiser stopped halfway to her mansion, as it had turned out to be
My son will rebuild this,
With shinning zincs,
Her weeks' hunger fed her thoughts.
Why haven't him been here yet?
A hand brought her back from her mansion
Is it you Ibrahim? She hugged the hand
But the hesitation in the hand embarrassed her.
She opened her eyes
In the dark, she could see a figure but can't tell if this was her hope
"How could we tell her this?"
Her bright sight heard
Her hungry heart thumped
"What is it?"
The cries of her neighbors she sees as laughter informed her enough.
She gave the ghost before she could see her hope.
In the thickets glen beyond the forest wild
Lies the realm of the mystical unicorn,
Beauties elegance in motion, gracefully
Prancing with each delicate gallop forward.
She is queen in this ancient domain
Where man hands have never touched,
This unknown lands sacred soil.
Seasonal change lies beyond these
Pastures woven from purity’s innocence.
Here in the valley of evergreen the forgotten.
Magic still lingers as a whispered promise.
A spell cast unto the four winds long ages past,
By the magi wizard's from the olden times
A sanctuary unblemished.
Never shall it taste winters bitter icy hand.
Forever locked in warmth’s season of renewal
And rebirth.
A symbiotic relationship between mother earth
And this mythological creature.
Shall it evermore be so as long as the unicorn's
Thrives so the world remains spring eternal.
Nay she is sadden for she is the last of her kind
But natures kindness bares witness to a miracle
Growing within her womb.
Immortality's greatest gift to such wondrous
Majesty a colt.
To ease regrets tender heart, alone being
Soon to be no more.
Exhilaration acknowledgments is shown,
Within softness gentle brown eyed mare.
Nobility's royal steed stands tall and proud,
Bowing in respects fulfillment gratitude,
Unto Gaia, this divine gift given unto her.
Enchantments legendary creature raises it's
Golden horn towards the heavens,
It's powerful magic electrifies the sky.
Releasing thunders rumbling, causing even
God's angels to weep
With joys pure happiness crystal tears,
Hitting the ground below.
It's loves truest expression without words emotions spoken.
Two spirits mother and son are now united at last.
Together as one living in the isle of the Infinity.
And these immortals gallop racing against
Destiny’s winds,
Never to be separated or alone ever again.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
'
I fell in love with his voice, so confident and
even tempered
Adored his laughter and the rich tones that floated
from his lips
And yet I have never glimpsed his face
His honesty stole my heart, it's skips beats and
melt's at the very thought of him
His imagination captured my mind and engaged me entrancingly
And yet I have never glimpsed his face
His sex appeal is vibrant, coiled, ready to explode,
It electrifies me
Lustily he seized control of my needs and they yearn
to be fulfilled
And yet I have never glimpsed his face
His friendship means the world to me
I crave his attentions, just as he craves my own
I dwell in his world and he in mine
And yet I have never glimpsed his face
I feel his needs as if he is across the room
My needs reach to him across the miles
And yet I have never glimpsed his face
My mind has filled in those blanks
I wonder if they are unrealistic
I tell myself they do not matter, for I love him so
And yet I have never glimpsed his face
Until today
His picture has arrived
I sit staring at it, trying to put all my emotions
and feelings for him, to the image that stares back at me
Now I have glimpsed his face
I sit and wonder if what I have felt for so long, is now gone
Gone with the glimpse of a face that silently stares back at me
I am left with questions and no answers
Is love so dependent on the visual?
Can it be more than just physical desire?
Can love be truly blind?
All of these questions require an answer
Simply with the glimpse of his face
My happiness is stalled and I search
Searching for a way to reconcile my feelings
To be able to return that glimpse with all the
love that is stored within me
Form:
As my dancing feet hit the floor, my eyes were trapped...fixed on the god of a
male,who shines a sure smile at me. Appealing to my eyes from the vibes he
radiates, sending visual cues that i'm the most weak in the game of seduction,
obviously thinks he's the active party but infact is in bondage to seduit in slavery.
Gazing deep in his eyes, i became spellbind that maximize all sensual pleasure,
while discover my inner goddess and revert myself to become his fascination.
An eternal impulse attracts us closer to each, feeling the sharp staccato that
electrifies our dancing feet. Faces pressed intimately close against each other, like
nothing else in this world matter, as he leads me into a back bending dip. In fraction
of seconds, the tango heat takes us on a breathtaking tour filled with adrenalin and
glamour, like swooning ecstasy to passionate affection. Torsos focused, legs gliding,
hips swivel as he swing me into Increasingly risky lifts making sensual electricity
crackled in the air while our feet climb and fall and our bodies fight and reconciliate
simultaneously,making it a slippery game of mutual seduction, suggesting a play
both innocent and titilating.
Twisted like a scarves around his neck and flavor the rhythm as my highest. Feeling
so alive than any moments of our lives as we liberates ourselves to the tango vibes
and feel its beats running through our pulse that pushes us to rise above all
shyness and creates a center of attention where two hearts became a single soul
and the passion we shared takes control.
By kelleyana junique.
Sauna Bath of Love
Magic in her hands’ soft touch electrifies
Reciprocating the wobbly clutch of my giddy spirit
Sailing in the ethereal vacuum of love and bliss;
While lustful heart with vertigo swing and spin:
Ecstatic soul revelling in the pen full of flowers
Wafting aroma from her slippery steaming body!
Tightly packed, immersed in the Sauna of Love
The trapping wetness on her full lips sweetly thaw
With my longing squeeze and a dazed embrace
Melting like warming butter in the humid saucer
That whisks us to nameless frontiers of pleasure-
Fused, you could not explain which was who!
Her bulgy breast swelled by her pining heart
Curve my chest by an irreversible entanglement
As we rise, fall; again and again in each other’s grip
Giants doing blissful time in the wet game of love!
Catch as catch can, losing self is catch that can...
A detached leaf I float, enchanted heart falling...
Heaven is not far when hearts wallow in ecstasy....
Coalescing, floating in the ethereal journey of love
Roving on watery eyes and insoluble murmurs,
Murmurs only the language of love understands-
Stewing, simmering roiling in the closed pot of love
Letting go a spew through the crammed spout;
To waft and into thin air like a genie emancipated.
A parachute, sailing wet with each other cuddle
Rolling and caressing whilst love’s wings cut the air
By the sweet thunder of heart-intoning satisfaction;
Bleary eyes scanning the hazy landscape to fall,
Crash landing with a sweet explosion of pleasure!!!
JM
21st Oct’ 2012
If fear controls your fate,
You'll never be alive,
Not in the truest sense,
But only to survive.
Every single person must
Find their niche in life,
For purpose makes worthy
All other stress and strife.
Otherwise, life becomes
A constant, daily dread,
When one is stuck in safe
With no goals that lie ahead.
Look deeply in thyself,
Seek within to find
That which stirs your passion
And electrifies your mind.
When you have discovered
This in yourself, the treasure,
Bring it out and polish it;
Feel, enjoy the pleasure.
Then every day to come
You will look forward to,
Knowing you are celebrating
What you were born to do.
Everyone has a purpose
From the day of their birth;
A special reason they're put upon
And for, to benefit this earth.
Unfortunately for many,
They live their life unknowing;
Years and years they till
With their magic beans ungrowing.
Many who find not their purpose
Settle for and turn to lesser things,
Caring not how to themselves
And to others what such brings.
So, if your life seems mundane,
Each day just like the next,
Make a change to change it.
Don't simply stay perplexed.
There is a purpose for your life,
But it's up to you to find.
When you do, you'll feel blessed
With a satisfied frame of mind.
To make a better world,
We each must play a part.
Our purpose fulfills our role,
As well our soul and heart.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2016-04-26 13:07:00 (EST)
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