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I am walking to higher ground.. For that is what I seek..
Walking with bare feet I feel the ground of the earth.
Nature with all its glory.. A vision of beauty ... Hills and valleys..
Green luscious landscapes captured for a moment like a canvas in time.
Divinity speaks to us.. All of the time..
I cannot hear her.. I cannot hear her lovely tunes as it echos in the valleys..
I cannot feel her strong enery everywhere.. I cannot feel her touch as she tries to comfort me..
I have closed my eyes.. I perceived only what I wanted.. For my perception
is my illusion. Divinity is Creation filled with Divine Love.. Containing elegance
and extreme beauty. Experience and gratitude has brought me to this joyful place filled with abundance and peace.
For I can truly say that I have seeked wisdom to higher ground..
I have found it..
Seeking wisdom to higher ground.. Not a destination..
Seeking wisdom to higher ground is within ourselves..
That alone is the key to finding it..
May I love you in my dreams as I love you as you are,
As I loved you from distant past so many miles afar.
May I love the hands that touch me, extensions of your being,
As I love thy tender care of my life’s constant overseeing.
May I love the arms that comfort and consoles me,
As they Wrap me in union once of I but now of “we”.
May I love the smell of your hair, your royal crown, and glory,
As In my dreams, it freely flows, and I never have to worry.
May I love your words you speak, on to each I gladly hang,
As in a hypnotic trance, to each abide again and again.
May I kiss your luscious lips, first the bottom than the top,
As in my dreams, I kiss you forever and never have to stop.
May I lay my head upon your breast, the left one is my best
As when I am tired and weary its’ there I’m calmly at rest.
May I ride your curvy body as if I surf the open sea
As I welcome the all of you that you freely give unto me.
May I bathe in your waters, the rivers formed from thee,
As aye my bravado's restored by your endless energy,
May I take away your troubles, dread, and sorrow,
As I love you yesterday, today, and tomorrow
May you stay with me in the world of my mind
As I forge landscapes of exotically posh design.
May I love you in my inner hopes and dreams,
As I pray not my loves' extreme.
~~~07-03-19
Written for a contest that was actually for a males' love poem to a woman.
I wouldn't mind hearing these words. So there.. You have it!
Twilight, the phantoms of the past cavort
Willow trees bending to the winds of change
Eternity in the darkness of autumn nights
Never knowing whether I shall live or die
Tell me why my blood must feed the piercing thrusts
Yell and scream at me, I no longer fear my demise
Forever young, I dreamed of love
Over the waterfalls my dreams were tossed
Under the bridge where the evil gnomes live, dreams died
Running over my heart, the cold dark water to entomb me
Killing me they seem to feel, will be a pleasure
Not for me to speak up, for I desire it
Insight and realization that for me, illusions exist not
Visions of my body, torn and carved, replay in my head
Ever and ever and round and round
September’s knives shall slaughter me into the ground
Killing my soul was an easy task
Intended kisses you knew could not last
Luscious dreams turned into cold heartless nights
Licking my wounds and weeping in fright
Intense horrors, as the knives dig deeper
Nowhere to run and hide, no hideout for the forsaken
Gone are the hallucinations of a lover’s paradise
Memories of the 24 knives of September
Entwined in blood I shall take them to my grave
you heal my mind with touch of tender tears
and unabashed they linger in my hair
with breath of love you breathe; all tension clears
your able hands relieve me of my care
you heal my soul with words that bring delight
each thought is spoken with a sweet intent
and every wrong I've suffered seems but trite
you love them all away; each one now spent
you heal my body with your luscious kiss
its touches every part in need of love
your hands adore my form, inviting bliss
the healing flows in waves I knew not of
you heal me, and for you it is I bloom
your gifted scent of healing, my perfume
Eileen Manassian
Magnificent and marvelous earth - an abode of ----------------HEAVEN
Obsigning man to live a life in peaceful secure------------------HAVEN
Thriving well to luscious fresh fruits and air surely -------------WILL
Home and support the best possibility of life, humans -------- BE
Enjoin! Counteract global warming and pollution-------------- PRESENT
Remember, each day IMMEDIATE ACTION is NEEDED NOW--- HERE
Elevate awareness! Empower all resources! ------------------- PRESERVE.
Abstain from greed and corruptible acts, instead, ------------- RESTORE
Resurrect nurturance and sensitivity, pour out nothing but---- LOVE
Torment the devil and be like that of a compassionate--------- MOTHER
Hunger! Thirst for better living here on our one and only ------EARTH...
By
Olive eloisa
5:17 pm
April 22, 2014
CONTEST: ACROSTIC/ END LINE WORD
SPONSOR: JARED PICKETT
HONORABLE MENTION.. :) PRAISE God!!!
The night is young
And enticing
Still, a lump weighs heavily on my heart
As I sit by the window
And reflect on the cause of life!
Pray, it would seem that, somehow
People get so engrossed in life
That they forget about its illusory power
Or,
Is it that they simply choose
To pretend to forget about it
And to concentrate on its joys!
Why, life bothers me
It moves me
It pains me
It is like a trap
A wonderful scene painted
Made of a most luscious clear watered pond
But, the moment you approach it
Creatures of darkness jump out
And pull you in,
In their cage where you become
Like laboratory rats spinning on wheels
Going faster and faster
Going nowhere
Yet, having to keep on moving
For such is what is expected!
Pray, the night is still young
Frogs croak tirelessly
Engaged in their own symphony
Leaves rattle by carelessly
Propelled by the winds
Rain drizzles over from the sky
And I can only think of that which life has taken from me
As well as that which I secretly desire
But which I may never get!
Pray, the lump weighing over my heart is growing
Almost as if it were a carnivorous plant
Existing there, in my inner garden
Ready to destroy everything that I treasure
From my memories
To my romantic aspirations!
Why, life is such
Made to be a mere game
Enacted by you and me
But being ruled by the powerful will of Fate
And Death!
Why, on this cold night
I can only sit and reflect
Saddened and burdened!
For Contest:
Sad Free Verse 2017
Sponsored by Laura Loo
Written on 28 July 2017
Oh, Lilith who belongs to the night
seductress of men and women leading them astray
a loathsome baby killer waiting for their births
roaming this world malevolent, wrathful, untamed and evil
first wife of Adam it is said banished from the garden
now, the proud wife of Lucifer casting spells on humans
Writers and poets pen of her beauty, her chaos, her corruption
and seduction in many a guise, she can switch
from demon to lovely woman but within she is malicious
artists paint her as beautiful temptress
or as Michelangelo, as half woman and half fanged serpent
with wings of a night owl embracing and protecting her
Her black hair so luscious seems to be soft to the touch
her ruby lips like fine wine to drink, sip, savor and entice
eyes that turn from depths of beauty to the fire of Hell's destruction
no human can resist her lure of corruption as Lucifer laughs
oh, should you meet such a demon in your life, run away, run
do not let her into your soul . . . do not kiss those ruby lips
It stood; oh so large, round, and pretty pink,
a singular morsel, a missing link.
Arched and quite firm, a culinary treat;
this ripe, randy, raucous piece of pink meat.
The diners sat making naughty noises;
jaws dropped, tongues lolled, not a bit of proud poise.
And, all ‘bout the table gasped in despair,
the fear, the horror, would they get their share?
They'd thought of other uses for that sweet meat
Though what 'twas in there minds, I'll not repeat.
Men paled, lasses flushed, it was quite clear,
As a sharp edged blade was brought to bear.
Eyes covered, groins grasped, lasses faint all round,
Observing the slice, the Lord's knife bore down,
Then, with a broad smile, he mimics a clown
and passed luscious pieces of sausage 'round.
It started when I saw you
Those seductive eyes
Those luscious lips
That pretty little smile...
Those tasty looking hips...
I wanted to kiss you,
I wanted to taste you...
I wanted your body on top of mine...
I couldn't resist you...
The way you talk...
The sexy way you walk...
Every time you look at me,
We would talk and we'd laugh,
I'd blush one second...
Bite my lip the next...
I'm sorry Ma'am...
It must be sex on my mind.
So I decided to take a ride
I drove for miles and miles
Just to get to her...
The house was a deep blue...
But the inside was a dark red.
I was trembling but she was wet...
Soft, sweet and wet...
Laying across the bed,
I slowly began to spread her legs,
She let out a gasp...
The moment I placed my tongue inside...
I went up and down,
And all around, in circles.
Her moan was music to me...
She gripped my head and pushed...
Pushed my face in deeper and deeper...
I loved the addictive taste...
She came all over my face...
And I happily slurped each drop.
But i wasn't done...
I bent her over and did the same...
No shame...
No shame in my sex game.
She's moaning and screaming
And it's all music to my ears...
Definitely sex on my mind...
She sat on top
And began to ride...
Too bad i couldn't hide...
These soaked bedsheets...
Time passed and she kisses me
Endlessly...
Ooooooh, the thoughts of her...
The sight of her...
So seductive...
So juicy and wet...
I reach my climax...
And on her chest,
I spelled her name....
I spelled mine....
She smiles at me and then she said...
Sex was on your mind.
There is no poetry without you
Softly flows the sunset colors
painted on tired skies with fire
Igniting a wafting cloud in orchid tints,
the fresh scent of pine lingering within its escape
Drowsy horizons boast their claim
along seaside waverings in salted mist
Romance swims on shorelines engulfed
with all of the pageantry a white cap stanza can bring
And I whistle as I walk along,
taking in this wonder that has followed me home
Resting on a porch swing, feet off the ground
as morning glories sleep beyond white painted balustrades
Satin fingers intertwine with mine,
milk pudding lips bring their flavor to me
Luscious frosting in a whipped frenzy
coating my mouth in sugary mass
I point to the sky, the stars they beckon,
heart shaped constellations for two
Twinkling in your twilight eyes
as I reach for my pen and pad
Only to realize that this indeed is my imagination,
lounging on a worn out sofa, tattered cushions,
empty beer cans acting like so many ashtrays
leaving wet rings on a table, but who cares
There was a time when poetry flowed
from these nicotine stained fingers
in paisley emotions and violet scentings
climbing the arbor of love
But since you left,
leaving behind the shadows which claim my eyes
my ink is dry and my paper tossed, tiny balls in random patterns
on a floor that begs carpeting, but only bares soiled footprints
As I struggle to my feet, to the front window
desperately waiting for the grass to grow and butterflies…
I stab the wooden sill with my pen, I need it no more, for…
there is no poetry without you…and never will be again
The reason I feel this poem is trophy worthy is it is exactly how I was feeling at the time I wrote it, it came from a very deep place in my heart. It covers the wonderful happiness I felt and the sad loneliness that came afterward which for a time did take the pen out of my hands.