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Upon Espying Aesthetically Pleasing Females

I admit tubby distracted by a modeling
female physique when attempting to write,
an aching agony rips thru this son,
gripping with hard on – tight -
by Dickens constricting sensation,

who orbited the sun LX times
coon sitters himself heterosexual male,
where slumbering testosterone forces unite,
no matter my libido feels
deadened, this despite

the above mentioned
asthma ordinary devoid sexual drive,
when these eyes (brown and myopic) sight
even just a picture
oven an attractive gal fanciful flight

evokes dormant longings
crashing thru concentration
without any invite
sparring dueling animal urge,
I know ain't right

since being married,
and all (witches nothing to celibate)
boot even if aye hapt tubby
dim witted with cerebral blight
prurient predilections, would

nonetheless prevail causing affright,
whereby the photographed lovely lady
dashes out like shuttered image,
though only so few inches in height,
would make a bee line into an

unreachable cubbyhole,
 not totally airtight
just enough breathing room
to await darkening hour of night
than with lightspeed akin to meteorite

off into the farther reaches with a blink quite
invisible this quasi
holographic like pseudo sprite
leaves yours truly in the lurch ignite
ting a supposed sexual propensity gone cold

nay, no can do, cuz 
untethered high as a kite
electrifying animal desire forced to bite
the dust, though thankfully concupiscent pang
ordinarily not the least bit aroused, aye attest

nope, not lascivious provocative
Barenaked Ladies can NOT excite
an older fellow, whose adolescent body
seethed with hormonal secretion,
and any pretty young thang did alight

a stick up between still skinny legs,
hence people watching
(particularly gals), a birthright
even migrant and/or
teenage mutant ninja turtle doth delight

tool hook, but NOT touch
most times an effortless fight,
yet every once in a while atavistic
pulsations, asper call 
of the wild bobwhite

overrides instagramming, snapchatting,
and twittering uber with such might
even erupting sexless interludes of eunuch
or "FAKE" shining knight

chess moonlighting also  as “FAKE” playwright,
hence if perchance a beauty catches me sight
lack of youth in your favor
from my penitent penile plight!


My Stranger Part 1

"My Stranger"

There's a man that walks in the ends of my dreams;
He never comes into full view.

Keep this a secret, my dearest friend, 
For I will tell no one but you.

He's dark, yet calm, 
and always searching.
For what? I do not know.
Whatever it is, it must be important.
This, his efforts show.

From my eye's corner, I see him hide
For he knows I'm about to turn.
As I do, he escapes my view.
This obssession with him burns.

At times I feel a fear from him,
Though mostly it's respect.
He's my villain, my nightmare, the Stranger,
And yet it's him I want to protect.

He haunts my head at night,
And fills my thoughts by day.
The contours of his person are not strange.
They are much like my own, you could say.

The librarian that runs the library of me, 
Despite my orders, gives him the key.

He runs through my soul, 
Like a child on the loose.
With this, his juvenile side,
No one can call a truce.

My heart in starting position,
Waits for the shot of a gun.
His eyes fall upon me,
And with an urgency, my entirety wants to run.

Never prepared am I for his eyes. 
Yet, his gaze I fervently want to hold.
At one time I tried to catch it, 
But as I did, found I had been too bold.
I lost hold.

He holds me in the palm of his hand,
But, he doesn't know his power.
With a flare of emotion, I'd be crushed,
And over me he'd tower.

With one move, I could break,
But, I don't even feel the bend.
Yet, in women this falling apart,
Is just a becoming trend.

So, I won't follow through.
I can make it on my own.
No matter if my Stranger deserts me,
Or gives me a home.

Once I was desperate for the knowledge,
Of why he constantly sought,
The reasons for my every whimsy,
My every careless thought.

I was trying to fortell when my path,
His would cross. 
Or if it ever would.
I know I sound rather lost.

Strange as he seems,
My stranger dearest,
Twisted is he, 
But his heart is the purest.

Dark is he, but calm overrides,
Like calm before a storm.
Only I see energy,
In the face they call forlorn.

From my eyes, he no longer hides,
As it's me he seeks to find.
Yes, it's true, he's in clear view.
And, smiling, (surprising?)ever so kind.

Premium Member Multiplying Green Paths

Polypaths
lead neuro-systemically back
to Mother/Child original wombed attachment

A remarkably warm
and wet counterpoint
to a sterile anthrosupremacist theory
of Original Separating Sin.

Instead,
in this organic preternatural 
panentheistic
spiritual experience
of win/win healthy wealth,
co-attachment overrides win/lose
zero-sum compromised
competitive relationships

Patriarchal
and capitalist self creationships
come later
as post-partum polarizing issues
aggravated by contemporary
climate pandemic anxious 
post-millennial expectations

Not supporting child-conceiving,
child-weaving,
child-rearing maternal
maturing ecofeminist instincts

Substituting win/lose separation anxieties
EarthMother apartness
sacrilegious loneliness
autistic detachment
relentless aching solitude
absence of warm humane touch
and transcendently divine revision

Moving toward lose/lose claustrophobic
degeneration of a healthy
maternally wealthy
root secure resilient attachment

AND
devoid of a wealth-feeling child
securely unwounded, emerging
from EarthMother's green womb
of co-enlightenment
spiritually opening
and then naturally closing
then co-empathic redisclosing
remembering tombs of ancient co-intelligence
multigenerational
interdependent webs
integrating EarthTribe enlightened
empowerment.

Original Sin
implies our Creator of Integrity
made us
an anthropomorphic mistake

Inadequately assumes
that humanity's spirituality
is dualistically severed
from divinity's naturality;
that Yintegral deep Flow
is not also Yang widely polycultural Strength
of polypathic cooperation

This, in turn,
confuses a LeftBrain monotheistic dominant
either/or unmindful anthrosupremacist way
of ZeroSum calibrating
win/win regenerative 
analogical health/wealth 
Child/EarthMother care

Which could not support
Lose/Lose Original Sin
of degenerative genocide
inspiring evangelical red terrorist 
desperate, 
Seize the AnthroSupremacist Day,
ecocide.

The Journey a Birthday Wish

Diamonds don’t glisten until they are put through the fire,
Making them precious commodities for the buyer
Butterflies don’t flutter through the air,
Until they breakthrough their fibrous tares
Life is a process just like the rest,
But after the trials we get Gods intended best.
Dreams seem to vanish into a summer breeze
But all dreams are born when we bow to our knees.
Surrender is simple when you have tried it all
I know of one who hears your every call.
There is nothing that he doesn’t already know
And he is not amused by our humanistic shows.
He simply accepts us for where ever we have been
And he is not sitting there counting our every sin
His love melts away the frozen rivers and valleys
He overrides are initial internal tallies
Waves of refreshing wash over our souls
Your best interest is his eternal goal
There is no place to run from his infinite eyes
And he is one being that will never tell us lies
The deepest of wounds fade away
When we allow Jesus to come into your day
So, whatever the hang-ups
Whatever the fears
Just know that there is one who sees your every tear
This birthday year
My hope for you my dear
Is to know eternal love
That is given from up above
I pray you lay it all down
And in return receive your glorious crown
For you are daughter of the creator
Despite all those cuts from those past traitors.
You were made for greatness, that’s why you are still here
I declare this is a turn around season, a brand new year
I pray Healing rains fall on your sweet face
And replace all the fears with his awesome Grace
I pray that peace will flood your soul
And that you will allow God to make you whole!
You’re a treasure that awaits a grand discovery
At the bottom of an ocean or even a sea
And once it comes to the surface you will drip with delight
Because joy comes in the morning after a long, daunting night!


By: Sabina Nicole
Written for someone special...
Form: Rhyme

Senses

She pervades and unveils all that I have kept hidden for so long
I do not know her but I hear her voice in and around my mind
It is weightless and I know she wills it in sound with ease
She is harmony, a beauty I would be so favoured to find

The friendly nudge at my side when I need it most
I do not know her but I feel her on my skin magically without touch
She engenders love innocently in all she does 
It is a glow around her that is infectious and unrivalled by much

Her soul is saved for me and her gaze meets mine softly as does the sun at dusk
I do not know her but I see her eyes piercing mine 
Without force nor resistance there is a wild and untainted kinship forged
She is a reflection that light overrides darkness, a sign

Her essence is the burst of aromas that fill the air around me 
I do not know her but I taste the very air she breathes so tangibly
It is crisp and light without a hint or trace of impurity
A fresh tonic to heal, to restore and to strengthen vigorously 

As if I wonder and follow her, unaware yet willingly
I do not know her but I smell her presence in rooms she has visited
A remnant I could not mistake for any other if I tried
There is something to be said for peace so beautiful and unlimited 

Have you ever tasted the air in such a way as to be swept away by it?
I dare to say I have and yet quietly here I sit 
How strange are these things that unequivocally bind me to her? 
I dare not think on it, for rationality will not explain what is and what will occur
In spite of total darkness between our paths and the questions I have  
I sense I will know her because once paths cross, we will reach out half and half
© Ember Bond  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Ill Suited For Madcap Twenty First Century World

Aghast at explosive industrialization/
urbanization once sacred wild woodland
whittled away overlain bumper crops
comprising trappings green lighted
supposedly signaling progress unwittingly
overrides avast enclave (teeming with

diverse flora and fauna passively cleared,
dominated, expropriated by dictate of
commercialization, exploitation, fabrication
fueling amalgamation, fabrication, lubrication
oiling cogs and wheels sustaining, murdering
guaranteeing production trumpeted at

expense native flora and fauna acquisition,
cooptation, extermination, gratification
decreed domination *****sapiens usurped
law of land i.e. eminent domain foisted
upon unsullied "new world" defining
European age of exploration, whereby

pristine undulating immense acres
indiscriminately partitioned, (despite
indigenous peoples unrecognized precedence
to remain holistic caretakers of Mother
Earth tendered, predicated, linkedin with
generations worth of sacredness, which

spiritual reverence meant naught to
unwelcome trespassers solely hell bent
to force acquiescence, compliance,
obeisance,... to warlords, whose cruel,
diabolical gall lee jeepers libidinal
incursions sought extinction toward

defenceless native inhabitants subject
to machinations spelling extermination,
yet their restless spirits infiltrate occupants
of once happy hunting grounds devoid
without a trace, when this bucolic tract
devoid of present schlocky vinyl zoned

abodes, whereby fast disappearing vestige
alluding to pastoral vista spurs overactive
imagination regarding yours truly, who
chiefly hankers he got born during
sparse population versus pell mell hustle.

I Never Left You

I NEVER LEFT YOU

When youthful restless hearts hear defining calls
With volcanic strength they will respond
The impetus for adventure overrides
All rational thoughts, out of window they go
For youth knows no bounds of daring appeal

Twenty I was, when I heard the “buzz”,
With gusto and a lick of good sense I made the run
Carpe Diem was my exalted, exuberant cry
So I followed the path to places to me unknown
To her, I whispered with pain and sorrow
I must seek what the world to my lot bestowed
But be assured that one day for you I shall return 
Feeling liberated and not knowing why
Effusive and with feigned bravery I bid to all farewell
The beyond had the smell of fragrant thrills 
From America to America my journey began
Imbued with hope, dreams, and strong will
I began carving a new life, a new beginning 
Dreams, goals ,and desires within me abounded
To fail was never a contemplated option
For failure the young bravely defies

All those memories of a half century ago
Come back to me in flares and bursts of fading energies
Now that I am approaching the sunset of my days
Wondering wastefully how it might have been
Had I not pursued the Echo of that life changing call
That outcome will never to me be known
But oh! How I long and yearn for that love I bid farewell
My ashes will one day fertilize a seed above that green hill
From that seed a tree will grow into a refuge
To shelter, in hot, sunny or stormy days, living fragile things
Then I shall sleep eternally in tranquil peace
Knowing that I kept, though belated to her my promise 
And in serene harmony, proclaim, “I never left you my beloved Brazil”'.

Miscarried Ascendence Toward Heavenly Bliss

Though joyousness impaled,
albeit skewered over poker hot coals
courtesy roaring fiery
molten psychological magma
kindling sparks incinerate
nonetheless inchoate coalescence

asserts, damned feeble endeavor
fostering, glomming, harking
futile hellbent fixation manifests
imperceptible yearning inclination
atavistic aspiration toward archangel
fleetingly overrides pathos

prevalent within pathetic psyche
regarding mental health
linkedin to mein kampf
oft times erratically spiraling
courtesy grievous gravitational heaviness
simultaneously tripping hair trigger

well targeted landmines cratering
impacting cerebral spheres
out of the blue er...
rather fifty plus shades of gray
egregiously, demonically, catastrophically
blasting aching dormant sentimentality

good times with mine
then adoring little girls
sentimentality mythologized
instantaneously vaporized
i.e. hotmail kamikaze outlaws
indistinguishable from in laws

deep seated bombardiers
devastatingly explode
housed deeply within
subterranean nooks and crannies
loosed blade runners
likened figurative windmills spin

madly maxed out
ache'n throb exhausts me
frenzied furious fitbits,
while archenemies incessantly lob
hand grenades pepper spray
senselessly, shamelessly, spectacularly

strafing third eye blind
quickly, nee instantaneously pulverize
incinerating insight into bajillion little pieces
also vaporizing sanity
into smithereens
futile writing relief,

a weathered vane effort
undermined attempts
to accrue spiritual succor
analogous to volcanic bombs
raining nsync with deadly earthquake
forlorn hope for salvation nil!

Premium Member Jealous

It’s past midnight and sleep has walked out on me, yet, again.
I stand in the door way to the quiet patio, now bare ...
There’s a frost advisory tonight so precious plants are safely housed  
As I stare into the vastness of navy skies, listening to the hush
It’s a beautiful autumn night, a bit chilly, but I really don’t mind
Some old song is being played softly on the radio..
And I smile faintly listening to the words 
I turn it off, still sky gazing as my thoughts gather wings 
Finally, I sigh and give in to the tugging desire of my heart
For it seems it will give me no respite...
I am wondering how you spent your day.
What delights did your eyes behold? 
What beauty thrilled your heart and soul? 
And did it bring you close to tears?
Soon, jealousy overrides my melancholy
However, it’s my decision not to resist; I welcome the injected pain 
Somehow it makes me feel more alive as it drives the numbness away 
I try to imagine the simple things you touch,
The people around you who breathe the air that you breathe,
Every cup of java which touch your lips...
Leaving playful kisses, instead of me,
I think of your smile so alluring which makes beautiful flowers blush...
Yes, and I am jealous. That I can not deny 
 AsI stand in the doorway, leading to my quiet patio
Washed in silvery moon light casting shadows on the wall
My heart fills with anxiety; shallow breaths barely escaping...
Solemnly, I lean against the patio door, so needing your embrace
And all I hear is your name whispered by the brisk autumn breeze!
~*~

Premium Member SILENT VOICES, PRIVATE THOUGHTS

Your sensualness illuminates my world of secluded dreams
Conscious thoughts, no longer kept as silent partners of my heart
Allow me to touch the secret depths of your heart
A gentle idea, from our hidden corner of special times
A mystic spectrum unlocks a glowing crystal of our thoughts of mind
Your arms are the safe haven of which I only dreamed
A mile is but a second, when I dream of our next embrace
Boundless ecstacy of passion, trembling, shaking, captivating
Your essence remains long after you are gone
Sweet smell of a senuous aroma, lingering
Your aromatic flavor breezes past my enlightened senses
I'm thrust deep into your warm bundle of love
Rapid beating of hearts, moist palms, as our tongues touched
Caressing your breast softly, gently stroking your thighs
Holding tightly, we squeeze gently, as wet kisses warm the passion
Slow motion, no rush, no hurry, long, loving, careful rotations
Soft hands gripping firmly, your fleshy bottom as passion sways
Trembling limbs, exploding feelings, sheer delight
Bodies twitching, heart beats slowing, minds still wondering 
We touched until our desire overrides our anticipation
Temperatures rise as your hips produce a cadence
Being inside the sweetness of your cherished flesh
As, I softly brush your lips with mine, tenderly kissing your lips
Together, our bodies moved with grace and eloquence

Author: Floyd Neal
Date: December 2006
Inspiration: Thoughts and Desires of a new Love
© Floyd Neal  Create an image from this poem.

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