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D-Day Th' Day Cometh

"D"~DAY (TH' DAY COMETH...)


JUST AS PEACE,SEEMED TO EASE US OF MISERY...
DOUBT N' CONTEMPT ARISES,YET 'GAIN TO GREETETH OUR CONTENTMENT
TH' WORLD'S REQUIRING OF INTRICACY,RESOUNDS DINS OF DISDAIN
PLUCKING AT OUR SANITY'S STRINGS,THIS IGNORANCE REWARDS US MOROSE


TO TH' POINT OF BREAK,OUR TOLERANCE IS STRETCHED TAUGHT
REASONING NOW DOUSED OF DEBAUCHERY,OUR EMPATHY WAXES FUTILE
WHEN 'TIS FULFILLED,WRATH WILL RESTORETH SIGHT OF TH' OBLIVIOUS
FOR TH' TRUTH OF THEIR PRURIENCE,SHALL PROVE THEMSELVES PRIMITIVE


TH' PERVERSION OF KNOWLEDGE,ONCE MORE AFFIRMS DESECRATION
BY ADORNING OF GRACE WE WERE REDEEMED...NOW LOOMS DEATH OF DIGNITY
LUXURY SPREADS IT'S ROOTAGE,SO OF IT'S VINES WE ARE ENTANGLED
EXPEL TO HELL THEIR WANTONESS,N' THEIR EGOSTIC DESIRES OF GAIN


ABORTED FROM OUR WOMBS OF PIETY,THEY NOURISHED NO REMORSE
ROES OF REPRISAL THEY HATH CONCEIVED,OF PROFITOUS FORNICATIONS
THEIR SURETY IN AFFLUENCE,SHALL CERTAIN THEIR CONCLUSION
WHEN DULY ACHIEVED COMETH...


...THEIR DAY OF DESTINATION!



~AZAZA~'09


Premium Member addicted to you -

you course in my veins with prurience, wild
          immersing my marrow in urge, recompiled
               teceptors abducted the instant you smiled
     love's effigy flaming, my sinews defiled
all virtue forsaken, as tears from a child
          fidelity's prospects are henceforth reviled

     I inject you, narcotic - my opiate, pure
a caustic and carnal contingency's cure
          delectably dressed with diabolic allure
               such dermal sublimity, surface demure
     I taste of your shapes, corporeal contour

          skin softly savored, goosebumped and bare
               your tang on my tongue, the nectar I share
     our sugar rush potion for ravishment, rare
mixed in a kiss with the strands of your hair

               your ecstatic delirium inculcates my core
     I'm lost to a lust that's not lasted before
tinged with an aching that day would abhor

               velvet and warm are the walls of your fire
     addicted to you with a crave to be higher

          you are my medicine, the tonic I chug

     I am infected, lubricious and riled
lavished in sensual senses so sure
          imbibing the essence of you without care
               mixed in like poison, I stir you and pour
     swallow in gulps, the consequence, dire
you are my opiate ... you are my drug.

               addicted to you.






~ 1st Place ~  in the "Strand Choice M, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

( This is a new form I created named "Minuanetta", with a rhyme scheme of aaaaaa, bbbbb, cccc, ddd, ee, f, abcdef g (title) ).
Form: Rhyme

Parliament

PARLIAMENT

A gathering of owls so wise
Can you see it in their eyes
Open wide as if in surprise
With collective intelligence
And mindset convergence

Wisdom is so easily attributed
And no sign of being inhibited
As knowledge is contributed
To add collective experience
Discovery through prurience

A chance to share information
Decisions based on summation
No evidence of any frustration
Maybe huddled to keep warm
Into a modest group they form

Such a parliament is a collective
Not a government, nor elective
Combining wisdom, is effective
Consider their hunting choices
Plans agreed among the voices
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ripples

Two ripe, moisture-dappled lips
Hunger, unabated, for what lies behind
Entranced by your gaze, I dive ... down ... deep

Rings upon rings, smooth, symmetrical
Indefectible flowing furrows of faultless fluidity
Pulsating circles of rhythmic energy, ever outward
Perfect toroidal expressions of a language, liquid
Loops of sublime, running succession
Ever ordered and expanding ...
Sound? Water? Thought?

Oh, such moments for us are not now abounding
Forever, it seems, has its compass after all

Outward, the repeating circuits continue
Under a perfectly sorrowful moon, you shed a carnal tear 
Red lips turn to plum, and taste as sweet as

Porcelain, your skin glows behind your herbal tresses, fallen
As silk, the strands mix with our mouths and tongues
Sweet, deep, like cotton candy, our lips melt ... one
Seductive and divine, (the first ring of our prurience)
Intertwined, another kiss - immersed, liquescent, (the next ring)
Outward they spread - kiss, touch, explore (rings) ... more ...
Now, endless ... and ever ... the ripples of our passion.





~ 7th Place ~  in the "Ripples In the Water Poetry Contest", Nayda Ivette Negron, Judge & Sponsor.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Internal Inhibition

How fondly he recalls when doting moon stared
Blush of her radiant smile gleamed opaline skies
While cuddling stellar vibes love they declared 
And embracing her allure he venerated his prize.

In womb of romantic night passions-grand aired
Exchanging fervent vows, longing dawn of sunrise,
When revealing prurience every intention bared 
In rhapsodic titillation euphoric feelings surmise.

Alas! soon emotions hid—dispiritedly impaired
When blissful times saddened hearing her cries
As souls, deceptively beguiled, no longer cared,
Silence between them grew stoking sullen guise,

For rise of whimsical day, woefully unprepared,
Shadowed glamorous arc, deeming fate unwise,
And upon sanguine horizons stygian storms flared
As the pledges of forever, destiny chose to revise.

She pleaded to forget the love they once shared,
Its flame was extinguished by whim of disguise;
Dreams they dreamt could no longer be repaired
Once the spark of aspirations abandoned her eyes.

Suppressions of emotions left them bereft, unpaired,
As lovelorn inhibitions roared, to spell their demise
Exiting prized fervor, forsaking dreams unrepaired,
Trapping unrequited love-vibes where passion dies.
 
May 10, 2022
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Internal Inhibition
Form: Rhyme


Cupid Sets Hearts On Fire

Every February fourteenth,
(reference Gregorian Calendar see
High Middle Ages his Saints' Day)
which combs thee
day after morrow aye decree

Tweedledum and Tweedledee
mine near one and same
mean mein near best buddy
donning Harris tweed plus sundry
other manifold couture to express free

expression like... once upon time
innocently naive barenaked lady
Chatterley young hippy feeling groovy,
albeit (think psychedelic) swiftly tailored

Harry styled vested gentry
twills nonetheless seam, née
upon aforesaid occasion intoxicated spree
formerly honored when animalistic glee

burst asunder courtesy biological key
hormones thawing lovely frozen bones
buzzfeeding, delivering, exuding earthy
primal propensities originally
linkedin with Lupercalia

nonetheless, encompassing various
animalistic, erotic, narcissistic... needs ye
not not necessarily be apprised,
where altruistic festive folk would easily agree

to hunker down no matter
sheepishness prevalent within
wooled wide web re:
guarding Islanders at their homes
Islands named total more'n three

amidst Lewis, Harris, Uist, Barra
and several pertinences, all fertile
like lasses christened Galilee,
yet all known as Outer Hebrides.

Now really as one ewe man
misanthrope to another I advise
Cupid doth surprize
god of desire, erotic love,
hoop fully experienced
before permanent demise,
where mortals whisked no matter

sullen sensate (human and/or other) being
vainly, morosely, and futilely cries
passion play his trademark guise
plus tell tale sign tear streaming eyes
(think head over heels
lovestruck gals and guys)

willingly yoking, where
(of quartz) romancing stone 
temple pilot paunches face
(case toward albeit point yours truly) applies

young and old paramours recognize
steeped within storied mythologize
as one after another arrow
(whipped out quiver) guise

nocked, molded then loosed
courtesy once taut than slack bowstring
bedazzles lovers with stars
glistening in their lovestruck blind eyes
any unspoken inapropos prurience,
I eagerly, honestly, and readily, apologize.

Six Degrees of Separation

Advent of mass electronic
     (not necessarily fail
proof), nonetheless spellbinding
     how earthlinked communications
     sent and/or received information
     quicken er than one exhale
     technology over hill and dale
activated on a broader 
     (nee global) scale.

A mere six degrees
     of separation dust achieve
world wide web
     bed humanity linkedin,
     though mind boggling
     and hard to believe
e're since Adam and Eve,
no matter this nonestablishmentarian

     atheist doth heave
such paradigm aside - by Jeeve
his comprehension cannot leave,
to imagine each and all
persons across,
     amidst avast ball
loo ning global schema,
     an arbitrary person can call

upon contact per
     son number one, -
     (a bajillion generations
     since the prelapsarian  fall
crumb, when a dam fool
     with excess gall
on a mid summer
     night's eve) hall
loosed dill lewd did prurience...

Supposedly six relational
     links ironically sea
     ming lee (engulf) you
then according to profound view
and/or me from said initial
     individual numeral uno,
which supposition
    attests to be true

the idea that all living things,
     and everything shoe
fits in "lock step,"
     he/she iz six,
     or fewer steps away,

     (though eighty steps 
     to Jonah IMDb)
seems kinda far fetched to rue
min in nate 
     each other so that
     a chain i.e. (exempli gratia)
     "a friend of a friend."

In a world of six point six
     billion people, aye
find mind blowing by and by
the precept defy
ying believability
     by Jeeves this guy
queried Google,
     and got substantiated - no lie

thee primary, secondary,
     tertiary, quaternary,
     quinary, and senary
     bitty bing well nigh
re: codifying above tubby

     the same thing app ply
ying enumeration and sigh
ting one, two, three...
     six amaze zing thy
and thou unwittingly
     connected, how or why
the human race linkedin.

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