Long Luxuriously Poems
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Amazing antiquated alluring alligators
Bending ballistic beyond belief barbells
Crushing curious crimson crucial crocodiles
Delighting dark dank daring darling dwarfs
Enormously elongated elves effortlessly enthusing eagles
Feeling frisky, ferocious, fervently, fanatically fine.
Green gators goading gregarious grievous gargoyles
Hyped up hungry hippos happily hurrying and heading
Into illustrious inlets, ignoring ignorant iguanas.
Jealous jumping jaguars juggle jagged jade jewels,
Kosher kicking kangaroos kill koalas with kindness
Laughing loons languish luxuriously and lightly
Meaningful monkey mascots masticate meaty meatballs
Nevertheless, nefarious needle noses nest in the north.
Opportune opportunists ostracize osprey and ostriches.
Pathetic purple porpoises propose to propel pouting princess.
Queen quickly and querulously questions this
Respectful, responsible, roughnecks readily respond rapidly.
Sadly sensuous swallowtails sing seriously and solemnly.
Taking terrific tubs of time to think
Understanding unilateral Unitarianism
Verifying various variegated varmints who vegetate
While willing whales wish worm water would wander away.
‘Xacting ‘xpecting ‘xtra ‘xams
Young youthful yellow yaps and yips
Zing zanily and zestily into this zealous zebra zoo.
An aliveness announcing angels,
Beyond beautiful bliss,
Clarifying clearly
Disastrously dynamic diminished-hexaverses,
Eagerly, enthusiastically
Finding fanatical futuristic free-verse
Gyrations guzzling
Haphazardly, happy haiku
Illustrating Images
Jubilantly jiving, juicy
Kindred kindness
Luxuriously languishing
Mystically, magically, memorably
Nimble notations
Opulently
Persuasively, poetically
Quirkily,
Relishing Rhymes.
Succulent, sassy, sensuous
Tangerine Tango-like tankas,
Understandably undecided
Vexingly verifying
Wonderful, wild,
‘xcitingly ‘xhibiting
zany, zealous, zestful Z.
an awesome
benevolent blowy breeze
cleverly concealed, contrived
dastardly deeds of destruction
expressing excitement and enthusiasm
for faithful forever forest firs
giving giant gusts gorgeous guesses
however hardy hemlock heralded heavy happiness
independently indulged, indigenous illuminations illustrated
juxtaposed joyous jumping jiggly junipers
kibitzing killer kleptomaniacal kittens
lounging luxuriously as lemon laughing laborers lollygagged
making monstrously melodic memory music
nebulously needing neverland’s notorious Neptune
Ostentatiously ogling oleander’s offending odors
Promoting promenading, prick preening pines
Quashing quarrelsome Quixotic quails quickly
Reaching Red Oaks’ rhyming rhythm
Securing sassy sexy, sensual sequoia’s secrets
Tantalizing teasing talk toward trees’ temperatures
Understanding unspoken underlying Unitarian underlays
Vexing various variegated veins
Washing wonderful walnuts’ wanderlust
‘xacting ‘xasperating ‘xcitement
young, youthful, yipping
zephyr!
Lying on a sunlit beach on a gentle June morning.
Remembering how to lollygag, feeling luxuriously lazy.
I hear a sigh as my heart slows down, and I begin easy breathing.
I am slunk in a lawn chair, enjoying the sun’s rays warming my face.
Once again, I have to re-remember how to enjoy myself,
To let go, and just be.
A seagull screams. I smile.
Tittering laughter carries from down the beach.
A young child.
I had forgotten how relaxing this is.
Every year I have to come back
In order to experience it, so I can remember.
My eyes begin to close.
My book can wait.
I need to just feel.
I saw a movie when I was a child
called the blue rose
I know that was the name of it
It was a movie of love and romance
Including a handsome man dressed like Aladdin
and a gorgeous princess who had luxuriously shiny black hair
They were a beautiful couple.
I remember it was one of the best movies I have ever seen.
it was luxuriously lovely.
I still have dreams of it.
To this day I have never found this movie.
It possibly had another name, but the blue rose is what I recall.
I was about nine years old when I saw it.
Any clues as to what this movie is called?
I am breathlessly waiting.
Hoping it is as gorgeous as my imagination remembers.
Shiny Lies & Silent Cries
Days under burden, souls on a roll,
Pfft... shiny silver armour the police on patrol.
But what are they saving, when the poor see no shore?
Hoho, darling, the past was grand… now it's just a bore.
Wanna be happy, wanna be sad,
But look at the state of humanity it's gone mad.
Cleansing, crying, whispering alone,
Begging for peace while success turns to stone.
You held me tight, gripped my hand
Inside my mind, it’s hard to stand.
Thoughts and emotions, a ray in motion,
Moon on your head, but where’s the ocean?
It’s dry and dead, the fish can’t swim
The sea’s just a trash bin, filled to the brim.
Soft songs can’t reach our ears,
Because loudspeakers shout our fears.
Dancing in lust, a heavy flight,
Is this chaos really humanity’s light?
No shining armour just pants and bikinis,
Funny, once beggars dressed with more dignity.
The world is vast, but hearts feel thin
This is your sun, dimmed from within.
Do you know when to stop, when to flare?
Is betrayal what you’ve chosen to wear?
They bled for our freedom, stood tall in war
Now we sit idle, letting it rot to the core.
Hearts filled with lust, chasing the gold,
Preying on the weak, growing cold.
Wanna see light? Then take flight
Don't fear the traps in darkest night.
Those trails, though harsh, are God's design,
To remind us all of the divine.
I seek one thing peace in freedom’s name,
Whatever life I choose, I won’t play that game.
No more suffocation, no more fear,
Not for love, nor dreams unclear.
We're all chasing goals, lost in the race
Money, marriage, success… a faceless chase.
But what's the stake? We’ve lost the plot,
Forgotten the soul in all we've sought.
Answers are many, but truth is rare
Life is bull unless you dare
To choose your peace over hollow desire,
To rise above, to not expire.
I want to fall in love beautifully,
Drive through life and live luxuriously.
But what does my heart truly crave?
Will I sell my soul, to be someone’s slave
Akaryu
Nothing's more private than touch;
other senses can't match it.
Without touch's tactile contact,
we'd all miss out on so much.
I bask in the sensation
of sunbeams stroking my skin.
Touch links me to Nature; it's
my tether to creation.
My cat's fur has a soft feel,
luxuriously silky.
And I enjoy petting it,
as her blissful purrs reveal.
When the wind tussles my hair,
I feel its playful hijinks.
And should a fly land on me,
my sense of touch pinpoints where.
Feeling my grandson wiggle
is a joyous sensation.
I love to tickle his feet
and make his belly jiggle.
My sense of touch lets me feel
the reality of life.
Exploring my surroundings,
touch defines what is real.
The night is silent,
A cool, languid breeze
blowing in from the sea,
The sluggish waves
swooshing the shore,
No soul in sight,
Nary a sound,
And, there we lie on our backs,
Bone-ass naked
on a deserted beach
looking up at the night sky
awashed with shimmering stars.
She stretches luxuriously
and rolls over on her side
pulling me close to her,
The length of her body
matching mine, head to toe,
She runs her fingernails
along my chest and
circles around my nipples.
I lower my head to her breast,
Drag my mouth slowly down
across her belly; She groans,
My tongue touches her femininity,
shooting heat through her veins,
Oh, yes! she cries out,
Spasming and digging her
fingernails into my hair--
Ha, the wages of exquisite torture!
A shiver runs through her
like quicksilver.
She jumps into my arms,
I stroke my fingers down
through the dark curls
between her thighs
and test her readiness,
There's a rich soft-earth fragrance
wafting up from her nether regions.
We come together eagerly,
Embarking on a journey to fulfillment,
Fevered skin to fevered skin,
Mouths and hands exploring,
As heat pools thick and liquid
between her legs,
We are in a maelstrom of love.
And then I am inside her,
Filling her, stretching her,
She digs her fingertips into
my back, wraps her legs
around my hips,
She lets her ****** blind her
with a burst of intensity
borne of unbridled passion,
It feels like a thousand volts
rushing through my body.
I ride her harder, faster,
bringing her to climax again
and finding my own end
as I drive deep within her,
She feels me come and
hears me groan through my teeth,
She breathes a sated sigh.
And then...
... Stillness!
The only sound,
The sluggish waves swooshing the shore.
Lusciously lemon-like, luxuriously lick able and lovely.
Flourishing flaky forever fantasized cool, crispy, crust.
Sitting succulently, sending salivating signs impossible to ignore.
I sliced you into six pieces this time, rather than eight.
I am too hungry to have just a tiny bit; I need the whole thing.
Uh-oh. The meringue stealer is coming. I thrust you into a cabinet.
When she goes back upstairs, we will have our time together.
Just you and me. I am grateful for your sacrifice, my love.
The she I am talking about is eight, and looking for something.
I thought we had pie, she says. We don’t, I lie.
I am not about to share you, my love. No worries.
Only my tongue and teeth will violate you tonight.
Fully encompassed in luxuriously thickness of forest foliage,
The dog and I sat down to rest. Me on a felled log,
him,
near a creek’s edge.
Shiny leaves fluttered a silent greeting,
welcoming us, as if she had not seen
such beings in
A long time, maybe hundreds of years.
I marvel at the vast mysteriousness of the woods,
she has kept her secrets through a multitude of sun downs,
and likely
will not give them up.
The enormous spider webs I walked through to get here
instantly feel worth it,
Even if my skin is crawling a bit
as I imagine some of the wee creatures in my hair.
My heart leaps with pure joy as I bend
to select a few pretty rocks from the creek’s edge.
Wading in a bit farther,
marveling at the clear coolness of the water.
Is it drinkable? Yes, it is.
Has anyone else ever ventured this deeply into this silent sanctuary?
I hear a slight noise.
A twig breaking.
The dog barks.
Nothing else moves or makes a sound.
This has become my private sanctuary,
a place where my heart can rejuvenate and relive
These silences on busy days
when nothing else feels silent.