Long Exulting Poems
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A re-post of poem 939895 that mysteriously disappeared from PS...
The early morning darkness oozes melancholy whispers
as enraged storm clouds enfold me in a final deathly embrace.
She has come for me.
I can feel her breathy torment
breathe cold upon my beleaguered brow.
A cautious glimpse through my bedroom window
reveals the rage in her nictating blue eyes.
Frozen to my pillow I watch in terror.
Her minacious exhalations mesmerizing me.
Like a beautiful child giddily watching weightless seeds
float gently from blown Dandelions,
I watch transfixed,
as blinding fury strips leaves from trees,
breaking limbs like snapping bones.
The canopy twists in distorted grimaces
her demented smile mirrored in each pained contortion,
her wail echoed in the screams of trees.
They bend and turn and pull their roots from the soil
in vain attempts to escape her wrath.
She has come for me!
There is no escape.
A swirling dance of death and destruction,
bleeding droplets assail the glass.
A thousand tiny fingers tapping, scratching,
try to gain entrance into my final safe haven.
I can feel her drawing ever closer,
hovering above me,
sniggering,
her passion tempting me,
seducing me,
exulting in her conquest for she knows I can’t resist,
draining from me my heart,
my love,
my life.
Her cold dead fingers reach for me in my dream,
stealing my essences, draining my soul,
leaving nothing,
a dying husk of what once was an ebullient life, a caring man.
Then through the night a ray of brilliant light beams hope against darkness.
The angel appears.
Her words beckon me to fight against the demon,
the seductress, the succubus.
encouraging me,
caressing me,
With her agile wit and calm caring mind
she soothes me.
She comes for me,
and I await her eagerly.
Her laughter like the tinkle of sweet bells
vanquishes my night terror, waking me from my dream.
She comes for me,
and I melt longingly into her comforting willowy embrace
as the ravaging misery fights its final battle,
destroying all that it can.
With one last desperate breathe it screams curses into the night,
while my sweet angel strokes me with her words
and her beautiful blue eyes flash a brummagem smile.
09/15/2017
Swan Song
Stealthy killers have crept
Their secret bullet
Reaching this empty nest
Swans too unaware of attack
Arms aimed riffles
Pleasure hunted
Shock
Smile
Blast
Exhilaration
Death
Only one reflection now
No other dark gaze looks back
No other gliding ripples
All reassurance has gone
The lake of desolation
Coaxed her half hearted rage
Bleeds from a crooked corpse
Pathetic winds stir dead feathers and reeds
To animation
No gentle neck arching
Wings now absent haunt the breeze
She is a pose of fear
The air to void to fly
No other yellow bill or back glinting eye
None could vie with her chosen
White beauty now unmoving
Scarlet slash wickedly marring
Maiming her heart with sudden isolation
The ballet of the dieing
Cannot see the cruel eyes prying
Exulting in the deed
Do not hear her lament
Joining in a pact a spur of black
Still mournfully beating
Madness flapping struggled with reflection
To lift his head from under
To breathe till breath would burst her lungs asunder
But lower still he seemed to fall
Days shot sound echoed constantly
Unmoving nights which found her
Till dawn would bring its shadows
Illusions born by sorrows
Sends haunted dreams
In madness before her
Cast the moon in images of death defied before her
A phantom wrapped in eyes of night
And side by side they glide
Mourning on the silver tide
Three nights and no more can the moon contain
In her heart the spur of black
Lay barren ready for a violent ice caress
For paths to cross just once
She vowed in her willingness
To become in her will an ice sculpture of
Vengeance
So harboured deep in proud beauty
A malice in hatreds empathy
Prayed for fate and chance to shake hands
And there on the shore
The assassin stands
Gliding wistfully she
Using all her grace and beauty
To bind her quarry
In her natural mystery
Slipped over the stillness
Approaching with coyness
Mesmerizing light in water gleams
Her fatal white and an arrow beak
Fixed the man by her darkest dreams
Opening wings
Sheds intent glare beguiling
Her neck an arrow javelin
Unleashed her fury broke true and deadly
With lethal intention
And
For her mate
She launched her self upon him
Fragile Steps
Fragile feet broken-in, glass slippers
waltzing through the ballroom.
The sweep of a cerulean gown,
charming, with angel wings.
~
Broken inside, fatherless, feathers
fall around her - weeping. Bullies - dressed
like sisters, tango around her tresses.
Pulling...teasing, stepmother leading.
Ribbons unwound.
~
Her pulse exulting, as the prince
whirls her around the room.
Jealous fans, fluttering, like eyelashes,
in time to the music, unmoved.
~
Scheming scorn of familial-pretense.
Sorrowful chores meant to torture
and keep her fragile heart inside,
as they depart for the Prince’s ball.
~
Her reflection, rare in beauty
shines in precious glass
of chandelier, as if
she, was its magnificent light source.
~
Sitting amidst the cinders,
cold wind rinses the ashes
from her countenance.
A grand dame stands before her.
Salutation of wand.
~
Dizzy and drawn
out into the lovely gardens,
the Prince kisses her tender lips.
Impression of charm and lost slipper
as midnight comes and goes.
~
She steps breathless
into a pumpkin-colored carriage.
The grand dame kisses her cheek,
“You shall see him again”
~
Furious and frenetic,
the “Steps” return,
mocking the humble jewel
who scrubs their smudges from the floor.
~
Shrieking glass falls
as the stepmother’s fortune crashes.
For the Prince comes bearing tidings -
holding a serendipitous glass slipper.
One sister’s feet too long.
The other sister’s feet too fat.
But Ella’s feet, slide in like butter,
and the engagement ring
upon her fragile fingers,
ensure no one will bully her anymore.
~
The kingdom’s token subjects
in that small room,
bow their noses to the ground.
Fragile minds
forfeit
their happily ever after.
10/16/2017
Contest: Fragile
Our window bids good morning
as sunshine winks her delicate light,
cascading against crimson curves
as the yearning spoon is stirred
and dawn shines past a moonlight trite
Fingertips caressing,
hips that beckon a lovers moan,
A slow descent of gentle squeezes
and feather soft ascents.
Securities blanket of manly frame
still wrapped behind me
of a winters night beside me
like the sky robes a shivering slivered moon.
My cradled neck hungers for your breath,
and your kisses suckling twins of softest flesh.
Privation cries to roll deeper into your embrace
finding your manhood foraging my legs,
standing at the ready to enter candy land
through sugar coated gate.
With pause you edge some distance
as your piercing eyes reveal
you've memorized by sense of touch,
every delicacy unconcealed.
A smile pulls across your lips
in silence exulting your pride
As your hand slowly s
li
de
s
only to discover
pools of wanting you
running over.
Lips that must be kissed
savoring the taste lingering on your lips
to share with me a morsel of my passions taste
with longing to be filled.
To speak, my tongue must form in perfect motion
the thoughts I must convey,
so it is to cast my seducing potion
expressing my gift in pleasure's game
At leisurely pace I open my eyes...
Awakening now to an ordinary day
where simple comforts breed the mundane
and poetry abides my habitual escape
from magics rare existence
and remnants of disillusionment remain
Like drive thru food in lieu of a feast
for taste buds grown abated.
Sullenly today, so alone I am,
with hungers appetite so far from sated.
Perhaps I was dreaming of Juliet, consummated in Romero's hands
As disenchantment knocks at my door...
When loneliness comes calling.
Jubilant Joy---
Rejoice;
Rejoicing,
Triumphant
Elated
Oh, I am happy, filled with gleeful joy;
---------God’s given me life, triumphant;
----He’s breathe in me joyous exulting;
----------Now all I see is I feel is
Elation rejoicing with my Savior
For He died for me cause I have sin
He’s forgiven me now I’m full of joy
full of extreme
------------happiness;
---Because of Christ
--triumph or success;
He died on the cross,
Redeeming the loss;
I thank my
Father for--
All that’s He’s
-- done so far;
Happy am I cause am filled with joy jubilant joy;
Thank you Father God for all that you’ve done;
Triumphant, gleeful, exulting happiness so,
I am ever rejoicing in jubilant joy;
Jesus is an anchor in my life
AND jubilant joy;
1/11/19
Jubilant Joy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke |
Tribute to Tina Turner
What’s love got to do with !
Got to do with it !
What’s love got to do with it !
As boy and girl meet :
Love to fit on touch, hand in hand.
They understand what love means,
Heart beats pulsate, accelerate
on physical contacts.
Opposite sexes to act, react, interact
attracting each other.
Love is sexual.
What’s love got to do with !
Got to do with it !
Love is more than that : Unconditional
Illogical emotional .
Emotive urge surging rippling,
coupling two hearts
exulting on exuberance.
What’s love got to do with it !
Two hearts to greet
each other in glory and grace.
Ready to confront and face
any untoward situation
flowing with pearly passion.
What’s love got to do with it !
On ecstatic divinity to unite !
Lips to lips, pressed tight !
Thrills flashed ! Yearnings blushed.
Dreamy desires to deal.
Love to be sealed.
What’s love got to do with it !
As boy and girl meet
and hearts are broken on separation !
Love delight for short period though strong,
but love ache continues life long !
What’s love got to do with it !
05/31/23
What’s love got too do with it
First Place.
Contest by John Anderson
I sat in my yard, revering to the sublime splendor.
A Setting sun lighted wheat fields with a gold fender.
The universe is a celestial art by a creator in the sky,
Waves of fuchsia purple swept over the vast bay.
A vast sense of relief overwhelmed the crowd,
Our balance is being reset by an enigmatic cloud.
On a club seat with a friend-calling stranger,
My plans are drying out, and he rules my future.
Engage in conversation with an utter stranger,
On a bus, train, or airplane, there is no danger.
Do not fear woodpeckers; you're a snug man,
There is a chance that this connection won't span.
Stranger, your smile brightens the world.
Stranger! Can we sustain an eternal odd horde?
Stranger, let's smoke, drink coffee, and talk.
Relationship talk may sneak into silicone caulk.
Lightness after pain bestows short-term happiness,
The agony of aliens sparks elation and craftiness.
When wooing a scumbag, truancy may be attractive,
Where howls prevailed, calm gropes were inductive.
But not everyone I described was abrasive,
People greet, faces saying farewell, prate to give.
No words upright a graceful aura, no weakness,
Laying our sins at God's feet, exulting in meekness.
A stranger might canalize me into his world,
My own is ponderous, but I've done nothing absurd.
Since when I'm with you, I would sure cut loose,
With you, I flee in a sustained way that I can seduce.
My anxious thoughts rip through my wrecked heart,
A genuine man, riven and split into red and blue charts.
I will be a stranger as I wade down the dreary street,
A stranger is resting on concrete, seeking an exit.
Written: September 23, 2022
When you look into his eyes
You must look ever so closely
Past all the cover ups
to an even greater distress:
A stormy & raging sea
If you can look beyond all the hurt and betrayal,
Mistrust & denial
You may just find a boy hovering in the corner
Just acting brave
So others never detect his inner struggles
Has anyone ever gotten close enough to see,
If this boy has a need
Just like everyone else around
Longing for a loving & listening heart
Some wouldn't even notice
Because they only care about themselves
But hidden behind those tall walls
So precariously erected
Is a heart
Hurting & wounded
Some have already broken through the barrier
Before it was so strong
but as an enemy in disguise
Only looking for self-exulting
And just adding to the pile
Of all the debris of people and things
In his past who didn't care
Or truly even seem to understand
About the fragile soul buried deep inside
So He just slams the door
And locks it even tighter
So as to repel anyone
who would try to puncture
His seemingly untainted armor
Will anyone scale those tall structures he has so strongly built?
Break into the inner chamber
that holds his bruised and broken soul
With gentle kind word
And slow,
But steady prodding
God will successfully reach that dying boy
With a touch of light & love
Finding himself
Among the shadows of yesterdays' scars
Now beginning to heal
True freedom
From the grip of another's opinion
Not mattering anymore
Only then will his true self be unashamed to brilliantly shine forth
He can then emerge
into the bold man
God has so carefully planned for him
Now stretching his wings
To fly
The sun melted and fumed smoking in the disoriented darkness of the creeping night.
Exulting to breathe life within tormented crusts of hardened granite and molten lava
Waiting for the cool sheen of the silvery moon to shatter the embrace of dark clouds
Flouting in magic through the slippery soft braided knots embarking to cast its spell:
I have heaved to sighed through erotic tracks stroking each cleft in the shadows bites
Tipping the areolas with sprays to whet by fermenting them into dewy hardened spills
Pouting to the cavity of warmth within sloping soft wet walls endearing them to rage
With wild moves down silky curves in adventure sport to strike the G-lode of delight;
Silent turbulence within the bushes, a drop here, a tickle there as I touched the fissure
Loosing my composure to the rising warmth of sweet aroma, I uncover the virgin cave
Entrance key embedded with in the spruced lofty molds guarding the vibrant embrace
In pleasure the moon grew to color and blush, stretching to yield its spreading treasure.
Cupids head parting cushy narrow folds softly to invade thirsty deep loneliness within;
Piercing, the gorged body slips to embed scraping the walls resisting the torture moves
Freed by lust filled motions cradled to rock desire extruding essence spiced flaming red
Churning to persuade the open lode to strike moments in its rich yellow metallic passion:
Up against the wall in raw emotions, nature takes it own course to strike in ache ecstasy
To wade through smug waters cave hiking gorges, panning sand in lust looking for Gold.
A dragon once saved my soul by giving me a heart, for my love, my magic was sincere.
I was trained in her enchantments, secrets learned in one lifetime briefly forgotten.
A real darkness once clouded my minds third eye.
The memory of that day would not stay away, in time she knew it would rise.
The mystery still carried, her love belonging, a guiding voice whispering.
Hearts never dying has kept me strong, my will never surrendering.
With my magic slowly releasing, my powers increasing, my true self is becoming known.
The lessons, the tests, becoming clear.
For there she still lays hiding, watching from the sky away from the unseeing eye.
The pleasure rises, to feel the breezes wavering from her silvery wings.
It embraces me, touches my skin.
A Knight Rider searches for the soul she saved, for he too carries a heart.
With her crafting she tied us together.
An existing bond that will last the ages, hearts forever drumming as one.
Find me, he has not, imaginably lost in these modern times, I must assume our tests are not done.
He will be aroused to uncover me;once exposed he will know where to find the key.
Discovering a life of sadness forever left to fading.
Souls will stop wandering;hearts will be exulting, tears of loneliness no longer falling.
The dragons passions will then be allowed to reign.
Our souls, our dragon's heart will permit us to find loves solutions.
The enchanted hearts who have found each other, we will be each other's keepers.
As the twin hearts souls are dancing, the magic will be set free.