Long Fundament Poems

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Let Me, Let Me

When my heart returns in the seclusion,
I told him to give me ten years,
In that time, he must see only me
Taste only me, make love to only me
Reflected only in my space.
Like an enchanted mirror or hope,
Our souls will continue to ask
For our morning blessing/
Happy or sad, our morning salutations/
There is nothing more appealing
Then seeing him in his white attires
a baseball cap, it captures the youth of innocent,
Is the fundament of falling in love,
After being in seclusion, it's also terrifying,
A roller coaster of emotion,
a mere Smily hideous gestures/
I can see no wrong now,
I can see no flaws,
I see only what my heart wants me to see
Him! those eyes, those high cheek bones,
While I allowed our souls make love,
Under the warm of the sun,
And the cold from the north,
Entwining into each other’s arms
Who will bless this union?
Who will be there for us,
When it all fade like leaf

*All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.*

Let me love you for now,
Let me smile, while you smile,
Let me , let me, let me..


Premium Member I Hear Them Now

images are slow to fade, where did they go? why were they here?
  pensive pen and ink, a gentle man of measure
  pipe-smoke wafting cool blue persevering pleasure
  cartoon humour designed with careful modest pride
  arm-in-arm soothing his war-time petulant bride
  oft-wiped canvas, woodland, moody misty scene
  roaming through pale paintings where her lost man has been
  merging ever always their special being; are they still near?

  old parental faces time-spun and woven under my skin
  memories upon memories, changing I, changing me
  stories upon stories pile up, changing they, changing we
  falsehood flailing, transition, turbulent knowing
  transcendence, my mind, your mind, all minds are growing
  we are mid-paced sampled brethren, thinking anew
  significance in what we say and what we do
  personalities on kindred journeys beyond kith and kin

  kick string-strung corporeal cans down the celestial street
  where the multi-dimensional membranes quiver
  where energy swims across the quantum river
  where slow light-speed traverses the nebula face
  where superpositions collapse with certain grace
  where fine bits of information feedback feeling
  where negentropy out-runs chaotic dealing
  pick soulful sounding song, counter-rhythmic orchestral beat

  sprung from the fundament, nothing always trumped by something
  prime numbers inflate unfolding untold troubles
  universal endurance, containment bubbles
  pushing, pulling fields, filaments of flexing shape
  veils warp and wrap around a wily cosmo-scape
  intelligent infant guises, gaining in-sight
  impressions crossing chasms to inform the night
  lives on holographic film, many melodies to sing

  I hear them now, voices blending the chords of man and wife
  I feel their presence, though they are forever changed
  I know they are transformed, molecules rearranged
  I share their warm substance, two people that mattered
  I care for their essence, they will not be scattered
  I record them in words, the library of thoughts 
  I sense they are near and far, few and many noughts
  I am listening out for them on the other side of life
© Ian Love  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

humankind

Humankind 

In an article, the question was what is the meaning of life? Many answers were about personal fulfillment and what made a person happy, but no one could answer that question. This I think is because we in the West are not religious, we do not believe in a God we are alone and that is scary and has an echo of colossal loneliness and the universe is empty
Night and day, light and dark, the fundament of
In all religions, perhaps the question of the meaning of life was asked and not answered 
How the man-animal came into being is academic  
But it was an animal that could think and become a human-dominating the living world 
We can assume they were not friendly and had clans going around killing each other as we do today 
The meaning of life is this, with a bit of love thrown for the sake of procreation, that it has no meaning, we live and die and are dead forever
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: ABC

Premium Member naykid edvard''

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                        "hi little birdie"
                     i heard thuh slight
                           uv        neighbor
                               mine
                              yesss
                      front          window
                               mine
                                bed

                       i peek'd out the 
                          diaphanous 
                     'twere        kneez
                                hern 
                                 up
                  fundament fast 'pon
             uh stump back mine cabin 
                enjoy'n this morn'z early 
                   creek's cool cursory  

                             "pissst
                                i'm.....
Form: Epyllion

Premium Member she look'd first

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                         aaah
                      therefore
              az not to be informal
                         front
                     the formal
                  i'll not mention
            her auburn tress's locks
            cascading her shoulderz
                 fundament rest'd

                          nor
                her mamma's firm
                       i meant
                      profound

                yet worst which i 
                    st stutter'd
                      the lock
                      hern lips
                 inviting mine in
                 to her bedroom
                         eyne


Premium Member ::::Love Locked::::

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                     Locked
                  Yes locked
               her tumescent
                    to mine

        I felt her rapid breathe
                        As 
Mine dukes latched to her fundament
             pulling her vibrate 
              'gainst mine wild

             Ourn torsos locked
              Her bulging eyne 
        brimming with love's wet  
                 whilst mine
           reaches hern depth

              Ourn bodies yaw 
           loving each's sweat
        Ourn maws exclamating 
                 Vehemently
                    "yesss"

          As mine lurch retreats
         Ourn together watches
           as the ebb from hern
                     glisters

Premium Member 'bout mine oak floor

.
     
      i watched hern nymph
                 spy my
                  whilst
             'pon      oak
                  mine
                  floor

                she sat

                   wit
                top hat
               kneez up
             fundament 
      locked unto the wood
               aaaan'd
            up her hip's
                limbz
          draped in linen
                went  
            tap     tap
                 tap
                tap'n
             'pon mine 
          Royal model P
         her purty feet's
                digits
           tap       tap'd
                 tap
                tap'd
               spryly
            side mine
                think

Atom

O Quintessence!
That which makes us, shapes us,
Through the dirty day
From dust to dust –

Did they know, when they unleashed you, what they wrought?
Stellar eternity condensed in cataclysmic instant,
Iota wreaking death, and smaller blasphemy – 
Brief man stealing star-power against the night.

Did he know, when he died the little death, what he was doing?
Not you, for true, but great symbolic father in the garden;
Death brings death, seed seed, life life – the third will last

Then may we live in harmony with you, O fundament.
May we find a link that harms not you nor us.
The wild fruit we may not see again,
And End awaits he who tastes the tamed –
Somewhere in between, then, and let it, like a pomegranate,
Sweet us, bind us to it, that me dwell our time
No less, no more.

My Love Is Like

My Love is like a cherished gift I covet in my room;
My Love is like a budding shoot forever caught in bloom;

My Love is like a melody I captured whilst in dream;  
Of a lilting sensuality of a pleasure quite serene.

The passion of my Love can sear and yet can also heal;
There is no bar can measure how intense my Love can feel;

My Love warms me in winter's chill but cools my irate state;
With calming words of meaning my Love knows what soothes my aches.

I have seen my Love shed tears of pain as passions overrun;
I have seen a sorrow in my Love from hurts that I have done;

And yet I felt forgiveness from my Love that is so deep;
Absolving me from my past wrongs and setting me then free.  

My Love lives that which teachings say as goodly souls we should;
Engender in each other and instill within our youths.

My Love is solid fundament of realism pure; 
Not concepts or imaginings of damsels in knight's lore;

And yet the magic that my Love displays for me each day;
Would put to shame all fantasy in children's fairy tales.
Form: Couplet

Mocking Executions

Go on 
tell them

tell them how
your democratic masturbation
searching for solutions
has failed in calculation again

now people with eyes made of glass
are bringing war to us

war has no heroes, only victims
and people who forgot they are

formula is clear
we invaded their way of life
now they are attacking ours

an eye for an eye
until we all became blind
lightless

go on
run
shout your lungs out

when you use weapons
to maintain peace
bloodbath is inevitable
or this is what your real intent was,
is

to baptise us anew
launder in our own blood

on which book 
are you evaluating valuable ones now
while you're designing 
a brand new world
holding blameless victims
as hostages of your fundament

none soil
in blood built
remain peaceful sleep

are you sleeping well
knowing you set
Abraham's children confrontation
as two David's fight
while Goliath is watching from the audience

are you sleeping well being aware
you left no one 
to keep that thumb up
when we all appear
lightless

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