Long Possession Poems
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Gently lying on my bed with my slickly Pink Pajamas,
I fell asleep like a peaceful baby,
then the windows opened in complete excitement,
and the seas breezed in like a stampede,
raising my night dress from legs to Breasts
leaving me nude, cold but blessed,
then came this guy with a bad intention crested on his chest,
I could not picture his face but could see him so well.
As his tongue kiss and lick,
high voltage current crossed my cheek.
the wet flexible muscle moved quite oblique,
then every action from now on seem to click,
causing sensation so quick,
I suddenly became helpless, weak and sick.
He trade his plight on site,
causing hormonal sparks to ignite,
not considering if he is wrong or right,
becoming more real and clean in my sight,
my increasing arousal, making the moment bright.
His groans made the feeling mutual,
producing pleasure beyond the normal ritual,
and making his movement on me so casual,
cupped my Breast to make the feeling factual,
squeezing them like a newly baked dough,
wheezing sounds emerging from my passionate screams,
and making my freezing feet jerk as he plays with the nipples.
Then down the road he goes to my shin,
spreading my legs made the sensation immeasurable,
the gradual heat from his romancing hand, simply unspeakable,
summed up with his commanding domination like a constable,
began an erotic scene so irresistible,
and since I am already grossly susceptible,
I yielded to his masculine touch as though already compatible.
Steadily and slowly, he drives through to my thighs like a convertible,
causing a body rhythm and sensation so explicable.
Caressing them gently as I wished,
reaching the focal point made me feel accomplished,
hoping to treat my secret garden with a mood so selfish,
making it his possession and ecstasy fully nourished,
complimented with a fantasy already established
As he was about penetrating like a beam,
I already reached the next level and ready to swim,
as real as this experience may seem,
I immediately woke up to realize it was just a dream
we are creatures of...
a time lapse
that digest only in fractions...
about 1/14rh of each second
while 13/14ths escape us...
with respect cause and effects
we love the curiosity of cats but...
lay claim to some inner self image
echoes of creations mythological analogies...
from surviving untold 'centuries of millennias'
of change at least as intelligently as cats because...
human kind survives by asking the right questions
which means we as rational beings have a power to see what is...
within/without by way of practical and abstracted logics
so the 13/14ths of the pi that disappeared right in/of the light of day...
off the eye's 'window sill' without our knowing anything
more about it than rational is our choice over confusion and...
we - who what when where and why - wise dream too much
i mean - buttoned down screwed up reality images of ego...
greed power possession and re-vengance as war to serve...
scam artists profiting off the 'who when where and why' that bows...
some to a what that's supposed to be a good reason for their deaths
stan sand
We call it love, but chains still bind,
a comfort built to cage the mind.
We fear the silence, fear the night,
so we stay where wrong feels right.
They claim your heart, they hold your name,
but play your feelings like a game.
Possession dressed as tender care,
a hand that grips, yet isn’t there.
We tell ourselves that love remains,
but deep inside, we feel the chains.
Afraid that no one else will stay,
we trade our freedom day by day.
But love is not control or fear,
not whispers meant to keep you near.
It’s not a prison dressed in grace,
nor power hiding in embrace.
So ask yourself what truth you choose:
to live in shadows, bound to lose,
or take the leap, though hard, alone,
and claim a life that’s truly your own.
The enemy of progress
those whose blood is hostile
and their eyes hold a sword
to the relative
to the friends
who are below them in possession
those who fail to give arms
to the needy
and specs of greed stick to their eyes
for crispy wish for wanting more
The enemy of progress
those who rain of mercy
in their eyes
cannot splash on the family
nor the relative
the good to the outsider
The enemy of progress
the generous whose generosity
is like pouring water
in an already filled container
those whose generosity
are to the rich
not to the needy
The enemy of progress
the salary collector
who leaves work
to a co-worker
or to another person
under the guess segregation
and take seat one on one
for prattling
with the congenial workers
The enemy of progress
able men and women
that ought to work
but embrace laziness
able boys and girls -
graduate
who ought to learn handiwork
or that ought to farm
farming for the society
farming for the community
farming for the state
farming for the nation
and the world at large
but rummaging the city
years after years
waiting for white cola job
The enemy of progress are those
who hail big man in exotic car
with expectation of token amount
The enemy of progress
the young who are dogs of the rich---
the politician
those whose work is to bend
and assassinate
for their masters to have
their way
The enemy of progress
You and I
that segregate
in the family
in the society
in the community
in the state
in the tribe
and the continent
The enemy of progress
You and I
that in one way or the other
causing obstruction
to the well develop
of a friend
society
community
state
tribe
and continent
Looking back, how silly now it seems
That in the forest I would name two trees.
Now I’m leaving, now I say goodbye,
To those two trees, to Ith and Wildernai.
Roaming through the wastelands of the north,
I ran, I walked, I climbed, and I went forth
To claim as my possession that green wood,
And I’d forever keep it if I could.
The shade was lost when autumn took their leaves;
Now winter still, the world so snow white breathes.
I named the first and second, now I stand
Beneath their barren limbs, like outstretched hands.
A world so green that you would never know
Its frozen winter blankets it in snow
Is what I saw beneath the sapphire sky
The summer I named Ith and Wildernai.
It was a while ago I saw that waste,
So to the forest land did I make haste.
In that world so barren, there they are,
The naked lords who reach up toward the stars.
Hello again, my friends, so strong and tall!
You’ve seen the greenest summer, but the fall
Returned to change the season, warm and bright,
And to replace your foliage with white.
The silent solitude that breathed me in
Exchanged for hibernation, cold, and wind
Will come again to claim her from the snow –
The home of those two trees I used to know.
Until that time, however, they will wait,
Still dancing with their graceful, gliding gait;
So patient as I know I’ll never be,
For I’m a human child, and they’re two trees.
So, reaching to the sky, I pluck a twig –
One from Wildernai and one from Ith,
One from Ith and one from Wildernai,
I say my last to them and say goodbye.
Looking back, how silly now it seems
That in the forest, I would name two trees.
The young mind weaved the tapestry of dream
as an expectant mother floating on the wings of cloud nine.
The flower of future she conceived in the realm of desire
caressed gently with soft petals as it bloomed within her.
Longing to see a part of her became reality she waited
with the heart filled with embedded excitement dormant,
that melted away in the nightmare of relentless tears,
for the premature new life was born still.
Her mind took time to rise from the debris of sorrow
to perceive the dented desire of motherhood return.
She counted the agonizing months once again,
spent unsure days in the fear of losing another part of hers.
Her trepidation ended with the first cry of the child in her arms,
the joy of possession flowed like a surging stream in flood,
but it dried soon at the cruel dawn of the smoldering reality,
for the child was born with an impaired brain.
Covered with the encompassing dark dust of despair,
and entangled with the splinters of the broken dreams,
she waited to traverse the tunnel of bleak future to measure
the depth of her misery in the dismal abyss of destiny.
______________
(It is a true story)
February 5, 2021
Contest : Break My Heart, Why Don't Cha
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
"Redemption: The Children of Infinity"
from the belly
of the new world
revolution sleeps
biding its time ;
when all the walls
of Rome crumbled
new empires dreamed
of freedom,
releasing humans
baptised demons
no need for, sentient reasons,
no need for law
religion, politics
justice, judgement
outlawed
now corrupt,
now defunct
in the
One World ;
once humanity
had feelings, then
artificial hearts pumped
cloned thoughts -
electric symmetry,
turned on the hot-wired
bodies of work,
slick with artful
design, the Light
pristine
and transparent
free energy
switches on
the freshly
resurrected,
no veins.
no lush gardens
rooms for bleeding
seeds for blooming
electric gods
breeding the
children of infinity
sinless
without error
valued so much more
worthy
the regenerative
species,
granted redemption
no need for contracts
the soulless
have no need
for such useless
warranties
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
cyberpunk
a genre of science fiction set in a lawless subculture of an oppressive society dominated by computer technology.
“Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth.
I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.”
“Whoever believes in me,
rivers of living water
will flow from within them.”
redemption, definition.
1. the action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil.
2. a thing that saves someone from error or evil.
3. the action of regaining or gaining possession of something in exchange for payment, or clearing a debt.
4. the action of buying one's freedom.
They’ll take it away they’ll take it away
See them talk much of freedom
Just to take it Aa-way…
There’s talk of disruption; there was talk
Of great fear, rumour and murmur
It’s been never real clear
They’ve played in emotion on the health service too…
Elevated to a point; that whatever they’d
Do, would just go unquestioned by the
Many or few.
They’ll take it away they’ll take it away
To protect your dear freedom they’ll take it away?
Even though there are medics who have
Been really brave. Who walked from a
Service that has become a slave
Yes they’d take it away ohh they’d take it away
Your desires inner fire; they’d take it away
But the people aren’t stupid they have
Learned on the way, now they will march in
Their millions, the horizons will sway
There is talk at the bus stop; there is
Talk in the morgues; conjecture on golf
Greens in land and sea ports
The resentment is building as the Knowledge is too, we are not
Medieval
Or illiterate fools
We know there’s a sickness that has
Got out of hand
It’s just plain coercion
We have the following plan
We’ll take it way we’ll take it way, we will
Dance on your evil delusions as we take them
Aa-waay.
©Joe Maverick 22/06/2021
There's a moment everyday where we choose to listen to love or ignore its cry.
Though ignoring it gets easier when we don't even try.
We get so caught up in our own lives that we no longer endear.
Everyday we need to love ourselves and also our peers.
And to care about what's living in the world and not possessing things of the world.
Theres no victory at the end, for the most money someone has gained.
Only being alone with all the possessions that was strived to obtain.
All the while, having life wasted on things that clearly don't matter.
After all, it will be left behind with whatever was our stature.
Before its realized,a little too late,
Take time to love someone and someone's love, appreciate.
If were not willing to love one another, how can we expect a change?
By doing nothing, everything remains the same.
If we don't allow love to drive us, then evil gladly will.
There's plenty of vacancies awaiting love that we need to instill.
As time pushes us along, we continue to develop our own self-distractions.
We're becoming slaves of the world, instead of having love steer our every action.
Consequently, evil's tree of hate continues to grow.
And as long as we're helping it pollinate, then hate will bestow.
We all have a part in how the world blossoms.
To be a benefit, we need to look at ourselves and weed out the problems.
Once we rid ourselves of whats choking our soul,
Then love has room to spread and it's good will surely grow.
Unfortunately, love has been sadly pushed to the wayside.
It's even deemed ludacris and only in our mind.
Contrarily, love is meant to be the focal point of our lives.
And to do what's right knowing God is by our side.
Let's not allow satan to lure us into his game.
For it will only bring hardship and a life full of pain.
Some things of beauty is based solely on deception.
Like an oleander, so alluring, but has deadly poison in its possession.
In order for the radiance of love to flourish, it needs us to convey.
By us being it's vessel, and allowing it to guide our way.
The young mind weaved the tapestry of dream
as the expectant mother floating on cloud nine.
The flower of future she perceived with pleasure
blooming, its petals touching her within softly
sparking so much of adored excitement dormant
that melted in the nightmare of relentless tears
for the new premature life was born still.
Her mind took time to rise from debris of misery
to see dented desire of motherhood to return.
She counted the agonizing months, insecure days
in the fear of losing another pining part of hers
till she heard the first cry of the child in her arms.
The joy of possession flowed like ephemeral stream,
dried soon at the dawn of the scorching reality
for the child was born with an impaired brain.
Covered in the dust of despair beneath ruined dreams
she waited for future to measure the depth of misery.
January 2, 2019
Contest : Misery
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh