Long Feasting Poems
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Feasting on my splendor ravishing to your eyes
Greet me seductively, watch me bathe in sunrise,
Breathing me in, devouring scent of intimacy,
Caressing my breeze teasing you affectionately
Cuddling love’s essence in elysium of my affinity
Holding me in your trance of her magical allure
Enamoring doting senses of passions I conjure
Feeling her tender beats in fragility of my heart
Indulging softly in her fascination for romance
Tempting me longingly in glamor of her glance
As purple cheeks blush, titillating my ruby visage
Fantasizing silken lips inflaming euphoric kiss,
But, dare not pluck me young man, till I’m willing
Undressing sensuously, revealing inner beauty,
Unveiling my core, arousing petals of yearning~
Only then I will be ready, worthy of your promise,
When you present me to her, she’ll be beaming
For I am the rose of her dreams, elixir of ecstasy.
September 25, 2021
Placed 1st: “P” Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Playful
Time disorder is common in a concert meant for those who rush
one organized by adrenaline and moderated by passion
a boomerang transaction, where the receiver and giver are the same
in a speedy interplay, faster than lightening and confusing to the clock,
a deal where the expense is simply the profit.
Her effect in this cold feels like warm hell in cracked ice
proving that sexuality is the best chef, which leaves her expertly baked
for this burning tease to dispossess the rain of its rainbow.
It’s time to do nature’s homework with an instinctive craft
where lust is king and fantasy, on a red bikini.
This enticing invitation with a humid feel can’t be given a missed call
I deserve the death sentence if I let go of this appealing grip.
Sliding through her flat front with a distracted composure
sinking into her back door protrusions with that sense of entitlement
feeling those submissive rib bones like the keys of an organ
all in one body capable of unfreezing the ice of antartica.
Lips melting into mine like a burning candle wax
two mountains with tips, the only gateway to the pink skies
in need of my suck, they stand round, firm and below her rubber shoulders.
She gladly wears my impatience like a fitted leather belt
complimenting it with accelerating moves in dire need of a stabilizer
folding into each other as we dance the ‘lock and key’
then every cardinal point is met by our sliding, rolling bodies
and greeted with the appetizing sounds of our clapping torsos.
Feasting in the accommodation of her wrapped gorgeous limbs
oblivious in pleasure’s park from the blanket of her flesh
erotic hospitality not in history books, served by the sheets of her skin
I’m wild, lost in reality, faded in sanity as both bodies prey on each other
displaying a vigil of powerful affection void of the pause button
for the sun to delay its rise as it hopes for a continuous replay.
Young girls all wish and pray for the day they grow and can become big.
Strong enough to carry the gallon of milk, tall enough to ride the Rollercoaster, beautiful enough to date the boy next door.
But, there is a risk that comes with blooming.
Flowers picked and preyed on, humans feasting on their beautiful and stealing their innocence. As you get older, they will use you for your body until all that remains is a shell of a human, a mere existence of what used to be.
So, dear girl, keep your barbies close, and allow dad to carry you in when you fall asleep in the car. There is a risk that comes with growing up and becoming beautiful
Just a day before this dotting
I woke up anew, fagged
Unto the toilet I beckoned
One, two, three, four, . . .times
Flaccidity ran all over me
I could not stand nor sit down
On my Mama’s footstool
For I was foot-billing a stool
Chewing and gassing out odour
Liken to that of nothing
But a dead vulture in a Hades
My eyeballs ran backward
Deep inside my ringing Golgotha
I assume a skeletal posture
Whose weight is zero square
My path and bearing
Became that of Mr. Air
My belly heavy and aching
Appetite disappears off me
Foods became my brief foe
I groin only in pains of constipation
It confined me to fasting without prayers
Only feasting on fart till nine by darkness
I kowtow to the rhythm of
Fuddy-duddy Fandango in my tummy
I was in an unnamed planet
Does belly ache kills? Many wondered
I woke up unto hunger monger
But I was scared again to conquer hunger
For here leads my maw cupidity
I would have cross to the yonder beyond
Learning not to chew beyond my belly.
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
4th, November, 2005
11.00am
Form:
I put on my black leather trench coat from the wooden coat rack.
Wrapping the navy-blue scarf around my neck, I started to go outside to enjoy the night.
I watch the wind swirl the snow before me in the air and on the ground.
The snowflakes reflect the moon's bright blue light giving it a luster of things yet to come.
With the anticipation of the magic blooming in the air, I walk on.
Feasting on the night display of mother nature and her natural beautify, I gasp in wonder.
The moonlit trees dance as the wind blows off the snow.
I watch as the wind swirl again to the oil lit lamppost giving it a warm glow of radiated sparkling light.
I walk to the bench across the street, hearing the crunch of snow under my feet.
I brushed off the snow on the wooden slat bench and sat down with my unopened mug of hot chocolate.
The wind died down; I open my mug and stare at the crystal-clear sky full of magnificent stars.
There is one star I thought was a meteor when suddenly a loud thunderous clap permeated the air.
I gazed in astonishment at the eight Reindeer and a sleigh driven by St Nick.
I waved to him, and he waved back and wished me a Merry Christmas, and I him.
I said to myself, "Shirley, this is beautiful magic!" as I sip my hot chocolate.
As I enjoyed the warming flavors of my hot chocolate, St Nick landed his sleigh on the street.
I looked up, and he smiles, came over to me, and asked if he could have a drink.
"Yes, you can have a drink," as I handed the cup to him.
He drank the cup empty, smiled again at me.
With the finger to his nose, he magically refilled my cup.
He said to me, "You might want to answer your cell phone.”, with a twinkle in his eye.
I answered the dreaded call from the hospital only to find that my husband has been moved from ICU, and they can only say that it was a miracle.
I cried and cried and gave Santa a hug and thanked him.
He climbed back into his sleigh and nodded to me and said: "a small and insignificant gift can change the world."
In this time of Christmas season, what insignificant gift was given to us?
It was a brisk and clear moonlit night
The moon was out, full and shining bright
Raptor sounds echoed of shrills and shrieks
As the river danced with tiny white peaks
Barren Trees glistened with frosty limbs
Nighttime sounds sing soothing hymns
Nocturnal creatures now actively awake
Busy searching for food scraps to take
A deer appears along the riverbank to drink
Cautiously touching the water not to sink
An owl swoops down with expanded wings
and hoots and coos as his hunting begins
Feasting river rats quickly scurry to hide
As the owl continues to swoop and glide
A fish catch in his talons as he flies to his nest
A feast for his family before he can rest
Nevertheless, I resolved to be a preacher
Waiting as a worker in His vineyard
As a Sunday school teacher for His call
To avoid eternal condemnation
And not been helpless fighting spiritually
Here I am as a teacher
Acting greatly like Bayard
Who is not afraid of the timing thrall
To bewitch code of conduct adulteration
For fairness and quality mutually
We are all different in thought
May be not specific in pursuit
Going will surely be tough
Lasting shall dictate our stand
Not all will stand to the end
Many are dreams we had blindly fought
One deals with it like a brute
Some will handle it very rough
Few gets to deeply understand
The motive behind inability to suspend
Chasing a dream like no tomorrow
Feasting for lent in prayer
To make out for the best per chance
Oiled by grace will
In its just and totality
Electrical engineering work is a course I borrow
Though, Nigeria has got me to pair
With teaching work to enhance
Living and paying some bills
A case study of most Nigerians duality
R. I. P to all the dreams that freeze up
Like a winter snow and get dissolved
Get well soon all dreams that dry up
Like a raisin in the sun to get resolved
Amen!
Unbeknownst to you, I watched you from my perch. I always hated the way your green eyes slithered all over my checkerboard feathers. The way you licked your paws and acted like you were Queen of the house. You played with our emotions and toyed with us, hissing like a wild cat ready to devour.
at a moments notice
you pawed us like mice
that wasn't very nice!
You were Robert's favorite pet, and when he summoned you nothing could deter. He fed you British Banquet and he groomed you like Queen Alice . You meowled and wrapped yourself around him, and all the while you were getting ready for the kill.
Cheesesteak was my name
feasting was your game
that was pretty lame
Stella, Stella go to Hell-a, you could have eaten mortadella. But no !!!
You had to devour poor Charlie, Elizabeth, Macaroni and Sizzle Bacon.
Never mind that you strutted around like a King on a throne,
you repeatedly made me feel small, and insignificant.
empty cage what a shame
Robert just bought a Great Dane
he'll drive you insane!
My name was cheesesteak and he purchased me at Mickaboo.
Thanks to you now I'm dead, so as I wave to you from heaven
here is what I have to say,
" Too doo loo
Yoo Hoo
Poo Poo On You!"
In the evening
When golden sun was lying low
I remember sitting with you
In the soulful shadows
Of autumn leaves and fading bloom
The melting moments whispering
Ecstasy and charm
The time does not stay
But it is kind
To freeze the memories
Nature’s priceless attribute
Making life a continuity
Full of echoes and chatters
Reflecting desire and hope
Oceans are never dry
Beauty lies in endurance
Turning abstract in to concrete
And moments in to truth
The sun is feasting with stars
The dawn will vivify
Your aura and glory
December 21 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Peter 1-5
Key Verse – 1Peter 1:5 Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR KEEPING US BY HIS POWER
Praise be to God for keeping us by His power to:
Stay in His peace
Seek His presence
Share His precepts
Supplicate along His plan
Serve by His performance
1Peter 2:3 Praise be to the Lord for letting us taste
that He is gracious as we:
Grow in His Word along His way
Go through His workmanship
Glow by His worth in His will
Give to His work willingly
Gear-up for worship
1Peter 3:15 Praise be to the Saviour for teaching us
sanctify the Lord God in our hearts and be:
Ready to give an answer about our hope
Responsive to His grace and His help
Refreshed toward His hoisting
Recharged along His hand
Restored for His honour
1Peter 4:2 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for instructing us to live to the will of God:
Feasting in His love and light
Fighting lusts and lasciviousness
Fleeing to His lessons for learning
Focusing on His lifting-up lawful liberty
Following His leadership as well as His lordship
1Peter 5:7 Praise be to the Almighty for
letting us cast all our cares upon God with:
Hope above horror
Honesty along honour
Holiness amidst hatred
Humility against haughtiness
Heartiness around helplessness. Amen!
December 21, 2024