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Oh, my little angel, looking into your
eyes wasn’t easy as you always had
them closed,
Happy and peaceful as you enjoyed
your afternoon doze,
I wonder as I wander through this
busy world,
Why do my arms yearn to spin you
around in a dancing twirl?
As I recall the voices of you and your
friends from the birthday crowd,
All I could hear was your voice singing
joyfully, making me so proud,
Then, on that beautiful summer’s day,
The grass in the pastures was
lusciously green,
A few wild horses were grazing, your
rabbits were nibbling away, but our
Guinea fowls were nowhere to be seen.
Oh, why, why did you not sleep in
late like you always did?
Why did you sneak into the woods
so far and deep that no one could
have heard your shouts or your
screams?
Silent tears stream each day, and
so I willed the hour of darkness to
come,
In the darkness, no one could see
the sadness or the shell of a person
I had become.
Your presence kept me sane and
focused,
Beneath dim skies, with a heavy
heart, I watched as they laid you
down to rest,
By your favourite spot near the
pond of white lilies and pink lotus,
In this broken soul, the echoes of
your infectious laughter will always
remind me that I was Blessed.
by Zyrool
From eve's mural, she glints lusciously
waking duskfall with bolder hues
and toasted flames kindling warm passion…
that in stylus of breezes which etches
tinted oak, petals, and grass --- her tiara
bursts into sweet madness on earth's landscape:
How she flickers more daring
than a blend of innocence and rawness,
glittering through a ruby camisole
Luna unfurls her exotic angle--
delicate skin fluid, glossy, inviting :
Then to pose against an opaque view
which imprints the alchemy of romance,
this moon goddess ignites all lovers' dream--
until in capricious whirlwind
she evanesces... lusciously radiant.
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3.11.2019
Liquid Luna Lace Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Encultured bodies teach in binary history
of masculine elite win/lose entitled living dominance
and feminine non-elite sadly dying recessive
bipolar cultures.
Elite white straight males
of Western mind
and patriarchal heartlessness
learn to produce predative efficient seeds
donated to preferably receptive women
to carry
and give birth to healthy future consumers
Who increasingly live in crowded
noisy
sleep-deprived cities
of concrete
asphalt
and glass ceilings
Where once lived
less elite organic soil,
rivers of lusciously amazing water,
and blue skies of invitation,
sacredly, not segregatedly,
accessible to all non-aparted species,
all organic creations of good faith embodied character,
hetero and *****and trans and pan-associative
eco-receivers and ego-producers
balancing economic and political empowerment
polypathically
to achieve more resilient polycultural outcomes,
health defining truths of deep polyphonic wealth
resonance
Descendants of multicultural immigrations
producing and consuming polypathic multicolors
polyphonic his/herstories
of radiant Sun and receptive Earth
cohabiting this future light
green-blue LeftBrain healthy home
in ElderRight-hearted wealthy uniting space/time Universe,
interdependently free
to resonantly spiral and revolve
Here with Now
***** with BiLinear
vulnerable with non-violent communion
spring with autumn
courageous curiosity
small-Fall with GreatRapture
featuring more resilient harmonic resonance
Commitment to conjoining EarthBodies
Healthy past ejaculations
into compassionate wealth future
regeneration bodies
communing minds
sacred scriptures
messages
narratives
stories
feelings
thoughts
ego/eco-climaxing,
conscious bodyminds.
Written: March 08, 2025
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The silence keeps us apart—
quivering quietly near the cusp of dawn,
when hushed voices disappear.
It can be both tumultuous and challenging—
dark, dynamic, and daunting,
all at one breath.
Only the windows to the souls glimmer,
mirroring our reflections,
unveiling secrets often overlooked,
a striking scene,
painted in gentle pastel hues —
Intense passion drives us,
fracturing our spirits within.
My heart, once haunted and burdened,
by painful hints of deceit.
Now it dangles divinely from a tree.
Worn and weary,
the tearful, wine-tinted wails linger,
lost in the luxurious,
lusciously dark.
As his crimson-coated souvenirs
spill into disarray.
As I step boldly toward my true self—
I feel the beginning of a reshuffling
emerging from a past, steeped in silence —
I embark on an exhilarating journey,
one that shines as a starry night sky.
Standing before the mirror,
I experience a profound alteration
reconnecting with my sparkling plexus,
of the resplendent stardust within me,
I feel the tides of self-doubt gently receding.
This harmonious melody—
brings to light the hidden strength inside,
allowing me to find solace and peace.
Behold this remarkable wave,
of determination washing over me.
I stand resolute in the face of distress,
shake off gloom heavy grip,
and let pass of the burdens
of anxiety and self-doubt.
I gather my fractured thoughts,
as they scatter across the ground,
and pick them up with care,
grasping the precious insights
that send shivers of excitement through me.
Witness my whimsical mend,
as I become something epic,
allowing my potential to flourish,
nurtured by the legacy of my roots.
Their steadfast support
resonates deep within my soul,
instilling in me courage and resilience,
my needs exceed my expectations.
In honor of the victories
that comes from my success,
and newfound freedom,
I celebrate the journey of
the weary traveler who has
carefully chronicled my life's stories;
my strength has blossomed beautifully.
Now is the utopian moment for me
to seize control of my destiny.
Elongated dazzling radiance cast abeam
sensational blinding brilliance
thru eyelids cast agleam
buoyed upon soundcloud airstream
entire corporeal complex edifice
rocked upon gently
shimmering weightless as moon beam
metaphorically floats yours truly
autonomic kickstarting process
since... flagellation enabled conception
circulating, distributing, enervating...
dna chromosomal genetic
data packets craft
lifeforce fueled bloodstream
aforementioned haploid gamete
kinetic, microcosmic, and opportunistic
unbridled, likened, and fashioned bream
identity guarding, glorifying,
edifying dynamic counterstream
crème de la crème
deoxyribonucleic electric kool aid
acid time tested testicular cream
erecting scalar, singular, stellar
survival of fittest
legendary, mandatory, and noteworthy
twenty three and me crossbeam
cast adrift amidst
one after another
continuous pleasant daydream
wafting mysteriously current
squarely bobbing (think sponge)
idyllically, harmoniously, haphazardly
and gently flowing downstream
nimbly manifesting lusciously
kneading jubilantly inescapable
heavenly glorifying dream
begetting coruscating prismatic halo
quintessentially orbiting eyebeam
orchestrating laser inducted fleam
painlessly piercing poetic pulsating gleam
analogous to virtual reality occurring
currently within whirled wide
webbed dammed headstream.
Meanwhile along Battle Creek boughs
tooting, trumpeting tussling,
nonetheless resolute triumphant hornbeam
built barque remains intact amidst every inseam.
Lumbering ship of state seaworthy
in league with moost any other galleon
forging full steam ahead
lake any other mainstream
weathering riveting pond during microbeam.
Delta breeze brought relief from scorching summer temperatures
Night’s cool vapors dropped morning dew on the terrace furniture
Refreshing nippiness embraced me when I opened the patio entrance
Brought a big smile to my lips when I went outside with a hot morning teacup
Birds were awake making the atmosphere harmonious with their melodies
A sweet momma was busy feeding her chick remnants from the bird feed
Saw a watchful deer standing tall away from the fence in thick bushes
Keeping an eye on her skipping innocent fawn wandering around in nearby thicket
A humming bird was drinking nectar from lusciously smelling Star Jasmines
Few bees were buzzing around savoring reddish-yellow Lantana flower treats
Wind chimes were serenading with their charmingly calming vibrant tunes
Active background lawn mowers were making their usual bustling sounds
A familiar squirrel paid visit to eat sunflower seeds from the hanging bird feeder
Amazed me with her smartness of various tricks to reach to it without a ladder
I sat down with my laptop with my heart filled with Mother Nature’s humble sweetness
Words started coming while I typed and turned into a poem of thankfulness
Breathing feather-whispers ever sweetly
upon my neck, oh, how he pleases me!
Irises beneath long lashes gazing
down at me are gold-tinged and amazing.
Near moonlit water, on a beach are we,
breathing feather-whispers ever sweetly.
Our legs are intertwined; my cheek is pressed
against love’s rhythm beating in his chest.
His fingers trace the line along my spine
as stars peek down at us and brightly shine.
Breathing feather-whispers so lusciously,
caress us, Wind, before the night can flee!
Like ocean’s waves that come to kiss the land,
our passion mounts. Unbridled on the sand,
I give myself gladly and completely -
breathing feather-whispers ever sweetly.
Sept. 13, 2016
For Russell Sivey's' Choose A Topic' Contest: Love and Romance
When will the sky sing to the abandoned arcs of my sonnets?
They remain subtle, yet soul-stolen by the sea of stone,
Could those storms stitch the sublime shimmer sinking through,
Silent yet sudden, secretly sensational,
I’ll play the rays you lusciously left longing for this momentum,
Breathing brassy beams barely breakable by the blades of the blaze,
Teach me the tunes of your truth,
Call me into your chaos with my delusions,
Kiss me when the sun sleeps,
Wear me as the moon dreams,
Hold the crying clouds over the vengeance of our vulnerabilities,
The furious fall is further than we dare speak of,
Let your bones bear the crown I seek to bestow,
For the bolted iron ornaments house the hologram of my ebony emerald enchantments.
A world without you means I cannot see
your sweet sweet smile or beautiful brown eyes
fixated with such happiness on me
as if I were, for you, a precious prize.
It means I cannot touch your gorgeous face
or let my fingers linger on your cheek
as leaning into you, I start to trace
your honeyed mouth, which does not need to speak,
for all I want to do is kiss those lips
with lusciously deliberate delight
as twilight's sun behind the mountain slips
and I am left with holding you all night!
I know a world without you means all this
because for years now, I've not known such bliss.
May 29, 2020
for JCB Burl's "A World Without You" Poetry Contest
A shadow crossed the room
in the corner of my awareness
A cloud outside somewhere, probably,
but for an instant, I thought that motion was you.
Thoughts of you are casually intrusive.
Maybe you’d crawled into my luggage - and hidden.
There’s a complex birthday candle wish.
Desire owes no deference to logic
When I think of you, my tummy becomes warm satin and I know,
that in your hands, I could be boneless and lusciously obedient.
For a while, anyway.
I remember us at the beach, lounging in deep parasol shade,
how your tanned skin glistened with tiny beads of sweat
and your endless legs stretched out like a centerfold’s.
Or you pulling me up out of the pool, one-handed, effortlessly,
with enough force that I briefly flew, and how you’d gently guide me down.
“What are you doing?” I’m virtually slapped out of my erotic fantasy, by Lisa, who’s standing, exasperated, sandaled toes tapping, purse in hand.
“Daydreaming,” I answered weakly, as I jumped up to get myself ready.
Has it only been four days since I left you?
I already feel tragically underheld.
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A song for this:
Ain't it a shame by The B-52s
Locked Inside by Janelle Monáe