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Long poem by Gregory R Barden | Details

One Kiss

Your silken skin gleams opaline,
Bathed in Luna's soft wash of azure ...
Like a porcelain Madonna by Michelangelo
Conjured to life by the magic of moonlight,
Your eyes open just long enough to affix mine
And affirm I'm in a mode of veneration, (you're casting the line).
 
The soft details of your visage above me
Are close enough to occupy my entire gaze,
But far enough that I can interpret your every expression,
And you're well aware of it, (setting the hook).
 
As your gentle sway attends the cadence of my heart and core,
You teasingly open your eyes just far enough
To let me know they're rolled back in an aspect of rapture,
And by seductive design
You nip your lower lip with your teeth and hold it there,
(Reeling me in, your carnal captive).
 
The beating catches in my chest and takes my breath with it,
Heaving up and arching you with it's wake.
As you take advantage of my movement,
My breath finally returns in a guttural sigh,
And as if trading an erotic dialogue,
Your supple chili pepper lips curve into a gentle smile,
Born of the knowledge that I'm now completely at your mercy.
 
The spice in your smile freezes my gaze to your mouth,
And my mind's eye conjures up fresh, plump raspberries
And whipped cream,
Making me thirst for the nectar-sweet taste of what's inside.
 
As if my thoughts were your own,
Your smile relaxes and parts just enough to tempt me
With the fleshy fruit of your tongue,
And I reach up with my right hand to the back of your head,
(My left hand has it's own quarry).
 
Weaving my fingertips through your hair,
I pull your head downward as you relax,
Until your face is just close enough to be out of reach of mine,
And you turn it quickly to the side
So it's completely bathed in moonlight,
(You know well how that slays me - the moon painting your skin).
 
Eyes still closed,
The sexy smirk returns to your face
With the confirmation, (via my sighs),
That your seductive game is having it's desired affect.
 
Repeating the process, you turn your face back toward me
And play peek-a-boo with your tongue,
Opening your smile just enough to torment me with it's moist gleam,
Bouncing playfully just inside your mouth,
As if waiting for it's first taste of ice cream.
 
You relax your neck
And I pull your head gently but firmly down again toward mine,
But as before you turn your face at the last moment,
Smile sensuously, and taunt me with your parted lips,
Your sugary tongue making more of an appearance each time.
 
After tempting me with this ritual, 'juste assez' ,
You stop one more time short of my face,
But this time it's MY mouth that stays closed.
You softly brush my lips with the tip of your tongue and wait,
As I continue my role now of the reluctant lover,
Turning the tables of this tease, (if only in my mind).
 
We both know it's all for show, however,
And that you're in complete control of the game,
Holding all the carnal cards, as it were.
 
Very slowly and deliberately,
Your eyes finally open and hook with mine,
The reflected light of the moon just enough
To sparkle life Into that gaze that RUINS me -
Sullen and vulnerable and YOURS -
 
Yours, to the depths of my bare soul, where I can't run or hide
Or escape the grasp of your heart on my very being,
Where love's visceral truth cries out for it's own knowledge,
Where it longs to be consumed by it's own passionate hatred
For anything that isn't US.
 
My breath is gone again,
And this time it keeps catching in my gut,
And I keep gasping for it's return,
But that LOOK holds me boundless,
As my body holds yours.
 
Our spirits are melded so completely
That I almost feel ALONE,
We are so much one element that "we" feels like "I",
And it terrifies me.
How can I be looking into your eyes
And feel so completely taken by you
That I AM you, and you I?
 
I have to close my eyes for an instant,
Just long enough to remember where I am and WHO I am,
And when I open them again yours are closed, (thank god),
And my breath finally returns in a massive surge of adrenaline,
My dopamine-filled blood rushing throughout,
My skin awakening to your touch.
 
I look up at you
And the sexy, knowing smile is still warming your face,
(My reward is close now).
 
My hand is still on the back of your head,
And I relax my grip just enough to let your hair fall,
And you shake it gently so it now hangs about your face,
Framing it like an angel's halo.
 
I very softly pull your face down toward mine one more time,
(Still smiling, I'm helpless before you),
And just before your nose touches mine
You twist your head slightly to match me,
And your hair falls thickly between our mouths.
 
At last I am rewarded for my patience,
At last you reel in your helpless catch ...
Having driven me to the brink,
You finally take pity on me.
 
With your mouth open, I drink you in
Like a man who has crossed a desert without water -
Spicy smile, raspberry lips, creamy tongue, angel hair,
A salty tinge from your glistening skin -
All are a honey tangle in our mouths,
Stirred by a love, passion, and closeness unimaginable.
 
I close my eyes and give in to it ALL,
Letting you take me ...
Willing to do all you wish ...
I am home, I am complete,
I am fulfilled and nourished and quenched ...
I am a fool for your kiss ...
I am YOURS.


** TENTH PLACE in the "Help Me Fall In Love" Poetry Contest, Mystic Rose, Sponsor. **

** FIRST PLACE in the "Your Best Free Verse Love Poem Poetry Contest", John Hamilton, Sponsor. **

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by norman russell | Details

Forever in my heart

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

Copyright © norman russell | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Maria Williams | Details

Sound of Silence - Lady Hawke - with Darren White

Synopsis
The lovely Lady Isabeau and her lover, medieval French Knight Etienne escape to flee the lustful advances of wicked Bishop of Aquila causing them to run afoul of him. The evil-bishop places them under a curse preventing the lovers being together in their mortal form except in the fleeting moments of twilight and again at dawn. At dusk, she transforms from hawk back to woman but alas he changes into a wolf. At first light of dawn she transmutes back to hawk as he reverts to his mortal knightly form. Through the daylight hours, she sadly rides untethered on his arm In - The Sound - Of Silence.
                 
                 Yesterday’s love with evocative thoughts 
                 She watches for change in horizons light
                 Her coal black eyes and hawk like stare
                 Peers anxiously for her loved ones sight

                 Her clarion call as he comes in view
                 In mortal form he does appear
                 Her amplified thoughts for avian release
                 To grasp what little time - for fear
                 The darkness that will steal from them
                 Time so precious they hold so dear

                                                         'So vague I know her yet so well
                                                         The sight of her makes my heart sing
                                                         I wish to hold her I wish to tell
                                                         Her all the love that I will bring'

                A fleeting state of obscurity
                Is twilight time between Sun and Moon
                A cursory moment for Loves Embrace
                As darkening sky arrives too soon

                She must flee her lover’s jaws
                As mortal state is cast aside
                And primal instinct takes predatory form
                To darkened woods she runs to hide

                                                         'I growl, I run, I chase her, need
                                                         To catch her, capture, not let go 
                                                         My teeth, my claws, I need to feed
                                                         But who am I, what changed me so'

                In dawn’s first rays comes transformation
                Mortal to Hawk she must keep this alliance
                Then swoop to her loves outstretched arm
                To travel by day in the Sound of Silence

                 And thus they live a Jealous one’s Curse
                 Denied the love that was once so pure
                 Bestowed by a man from Hells own gates
                 In vain her love he tried to procure

                                                      'Je suis Etienne - I am Etienne
                                                      Remember me here - in this cage
                                                      Don’t hurt her or kill her, I’m a man
                                                      A wolf I hurt, inside I rage'

                   So Evil does what Evil wilt
                   Her love for this bishop will never be
                   He portrays a picture of what he’s not
                   From his evil curse they must break free          

'Etienne mon amour - I know thee well 
In my malaise, I fall, I cry
Je t'aime for a moment more
With broken heart - I change - I fly'

                    Unwavering credence in good endures
                    Shackled even in their depths of sorrow
                    Questing release from their dastardly doom
                    Yearning the twilight hour - tomorrow

                                                         'Isabeau mon amour, we will survive
                                                         This evil curse will not prevail
                                                         On wings of love we’ll soar so high 
                                                         Je t'aime we won they failed'

Acknowledgement:
To my good friend Darren White for collaborating with me on this melancholy story. 
My deepest appreciation to the master of languages for adding a romantic French touch.

Footnote
Critical on transformation to mortal, unprotected and naked she speeds away on Etienne’s horse to escape the slashing jaws of the wolf.  A cowardly plot undoubtedly designed by the evil bishop to meet her end, in her avian form or as a mortal, at the predatory jaws of her star crossed lover.

A solution to their quandary may manifest in the person of an escaped thief who serendipitously befriends Etienne - But that’s another story…

Lady Isabeau’s voice can be envisaged in the plaintive, haunting strains of the lead Violin. The resonant tone of the Wolf, Etienne, can almost be heard in the rich sonorous timber of the bass Cello - brought to us by - THE MUSES rendition of - Sound of Silence 

Copyright © Maria Williams & Darren White | 19 June 2017

Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Maurice Yvonne | Details

Hot And Cold Comes The Night


LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION You must know I cried yesterday and I think I broke the world so I braided some words into twine planted some sweet and sour coated seeds I grew free standing expressions and then I joined them with left over thread to present these interlocking pieces in their proper order regardless of the number they wear in an attempt to confuse and deceive. I offer this humble list for your reading enjoyment It is an honour to have you visit my page. The pleasure I assure you is all mine WORDS ON PAPER - THE LIST FIVE I loved you centuries before we were born. You lived in my dreams before I ever slept. When others wasted time picking flowers I waited for when it was time to pick you. Love calls you in the natural scent of your partner. You'd feel their touch in the vacuum of outer space. Your desire for them would melt away the ice age. I want to find a door in the brightest part of the sky I could open to erase what was, to shine a light so bright it, like a book of golden words, would write ideas so vital as to eradicate even a suggestion of our mournful past. I want to be that magician who does not bother with illusion but rather heals wounds and shatters burden. TWO We were at the fair, joviality in the air. A memory filed, I was a young child holding balloons floating round like full moons in vivid colours bright. Fixed on this joyous sight I was on Cloud Nine proud these were mine. If I had not let go of them. If I hadn't watched them as they flew higher and higher as my heart sunk lower and lower I might of never learnt what it felt like - hurt. Hope gloats, hope floats. either your way or just away. THREE sometimes the afternoon sun is.....too hot to walk barefoot........on the concrete path still even then.......I refuse to wear my hat I guess I'll never change, I'm just like that. sometimes when I jump in the lake in late summer... with all of my clothes on...I do it in the evening......as I go down...way down to the bottom...there's a gentle peace overtakes me..I want to stay down like a rock... revel in the ecstasy...not swim back up..........not ever SEVEN ours was a paper mâché love living in a cut out cardboard home with a macaroni art painted lawn and nothing real to call our own nothing solid that we could hold. we tried stacking lego bricks but you have to be able to pop your cheek to qualify as a kid - to get a license to build. the castle we assembled didn't pass the test. so much for fairy tales - hello reality check. we rolled the dice but our thimble went straight to jail and our mouse ended up trapped. can you hear that buzzing the operation failed. where are you going? your tricycle is still in the shop and I might as well tell you..............I have no eights................."go fish!" we fell through the bunny hole where i - jack fell ddddownnn nnnnnnn and broke my crown and you - jill came tumbling aaaaaaaaaaafterrrrrrrrrrrrrrr EIGHT it is a choreographed ballet our love stands strong legs at the base digging deep build roots delicate hands branched out reach high long slim fingers define twigs draw space the body of our trunk thick sweet filled music fills our human needs one sound wind pixies dance meticulously the air sunlight leaks effectively through dark spots lifts carries holds and shapes our smiles it is a choreographed ballet our love in sync our bodies their senses once immersed in I now us ONE I know the last thing I want to feel as I leave this world, it is your lips on mine. When I take my last breath I want to feel yours with its loving touch. NINE Always, no matter the roar or intensity of the storm how severe the attack even out of the norm Always, i offer my hand with sincerity aim to deal with it peacefully. Always! SIX then suddenly it hits like a swarm of locus. a deep dark manifestation that greases my mind my very existence in its unforgiving sense of doom. every bone stiffens, when I move, a sound of dead dried out forest twigs breaking against the boots of hikers echoes in the confined space of my skull. i reach for a pill slowly it dissolves under my tongue i wait and i wait and i wait ... my body is soaked in a sweat with its own cold and hot tap. i assume the position, lying on an unstable floor. the creature depression is now in full control of my faculties. this too i will survive ...that is what i do...what i do...this is what i do.......somehow i survive. FOUR there is a deafening hush... silently raging through the core of my existence...still...I am humbled by the light and the love I have witnessed in my brief appearance...........here on Earth there is a river...that walks at my side... walks with me........at the same stride... April 14 2015 Armand

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details

Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 24

In the morning, he was tetchy, but gentle,
Sitting beside me till my eyelids opened
I sat up, yawning, and rubbed my eyes
His hand brushed a dry tear off my face

“You are alive and well, I see, gentle spirit,
Even with me you thrive on the hidden joys of that furtive heart
The life in your eyes thrills me,
Drains me of my angers
And threatens my nature
I question you with curiosity only you can conjure,
Why here? And why now?
This is the Millennial Age,
The precious priests of God are preparing
In a time of jubilance and celebration,
Knowing I cannot touch their elation
With my trying and tempting claws
God granted you and your brethren
This time to wallow 
In only exaltation and peace,
Free from sorrows and pains that I alone inflict—
And yet you are here with me
With no momentous hesitance,
No second thought. . .
Suffering freely with me
Singing songs with me from your incomparable heart. . .
Do you see any flames here?
Of course not!
They never existed to begin with,
Only the pressing darkness pervades—save your probing light—
Yes, He could not even grant me the privilege
Of a nice prolonging burn that destructive fire provides!”

Calmly, I replied,
“The only Hellfire I see resides in your heart,
In those eyes that are capable of hate so atrocious,
But no, not at all, 
Not in your miserable dwelling, oh Prince. . . 
I must warn you,
The more you abide in this light, 
The more challenging it will be to let it go,
I know you do not want to hear this,
And somewhere inside you know this,
But I will say it again and again—
If you are a rebel of God,
In the end, you will mercifully die a rebel of God,
And all your followers shall die with you
Do you not see the responsibility you carry?
Are you heartless to all of those whom you need? 
To me?
He will not torture you, He will not burn you
Heaven knows He will not sear you soullessly
Oh, Prince, have mercy!
This is why I cry at night,
This is why I am here with you!
This is why I fear for your soul that I know you possess!
Tell me this is why you brush the dried tears from my eyes,
You see the light and you want to keep it,
Make it your own,
But it is not yours, it is not mine—
But it is the very Spirit of God,
The very Spirit you despise
And the very Spirit that shall smite you.”

He shook his head and hushed me, singing,
“This is not the end as you are so quick to envision,
Oh love, do not fear such garbage!
This is the beginning of a brand new element,
A brand new creation original to our conjoined minds
And brandished hearts
You are your own,
And I am mine
Though together we are fate
I am flattered you should consider my future in these dreary days,
But you are mistaken—I am whole, and I am mighty,
My future is magnificent
Yes, with you, even more so
His blows are powerful, but they shall not end all that is me!
And you, in your surety of my soul, 
You should know very well, 
That I could not give up my own
To release you from this prison and into the destruction of freedom—
Into the heart of end
Into the end of passion as we know it!

Oh, you make me shake with wrath and desire all in one!
I was born in hell,
I will remain in hell
I am miserable, I am mad!
You know it!!!
But you are here to share in the madness, so listen:
Let me be the only reason you are here,
Do not spark the flammable workings of shady minds past mine 
Do not listen to the demon,
She is jealous of us,
And I have put her back into her place
She cannot be your witness
For she sees less than us all…”

“Who is she?” I whispered to him, startled,
Just noticing her dreadful, glowing eyes,
Watching us in the dark

“She is nothing,
She is nobody
A follower
A simpleton
If you are prudent, you will
Pay her no mind...”

My attention averted to the fear of losing him, 
And I sang,
“I pray, for the angel you once were,
To heed my plea for your life,
Soon the day will come that I will leave you
And your company, only darkness,
Will bind you in its voids forever
I love you, oh Prince, 
This I do not fear to say,
For the Son on high loves you more,
And I will never give up on you
Do not deny the power that I bring from God
To not deny your end if you should turn your own way
It will happen,
And I will watch you die,
Or I will watch you live!”

His changing eyes burned menacingly into mine
He knew well the courage in my heart could not be drained
And the love in my soul could not be extinguished

“I am the Great Fallen Angel,
And I will rise again! 
Dark as ever, 
With or without your company
Consent, and save me,
Reject, and face my fury!”

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Alfonso II Warally Chris | Details

My Wedding Day

MY WEDDING DAY

I called her honey, baby, 
My best friend, my bride,
You are so beautiful. 
She looked at me with smile face, 
Smiling loudly.

I said, 
“Oh, God bless me with a wise 
And humble woman!
Today, I am saying, thank God!”
I saw her coming to meet me,
She was coming to kiss and hug me publicly.

People who saw her running,
They taught that she was drunk.
Yes, she drank much love and went crazy of it.
She was drunk,
She was drunk with love!
Loved her first and last man.




Her mom screamed, 
“Come back,
Come back, come back Rosa,
Come back so I can dress you well.”

She could not hear, 
She was thinking of her husband to be!
The father of her new prince and princess, 
Who would make her African queen.
The mother of the nations. 

She was in white dress,
So white like snow,
Coming for the white wedding.
She rushed like a white jaguar,
Which had seen the white doves from the sky?

My workers saw her coming from the high mountain,
And cleaned the special white sofa.
I ran fast and met her half way. 
They blew the trumpet,
The King and Queen of Africa arrived.
All the people bowed down in honor of them.

People from cities and country came to see their queen.
She was so beautiful like other African women. 
Her big eyes shined like a white diamond,
Wearing a diamond crown,
While sitting on the white sofa.

It was the wedding day,
The day of our gladness and joy.
She always dreamt of me, 
The only man she loved.

Sometimes she looked for me in her white bedroom,
Screaming around night,
“Where are you, my sweetheart?  
When will you marry me?”
Her dad and mom realized 
That she was fool with love,
And no one could heal her beside her lover.
The handsome man she had seen once and loved deeply. 

Then she said, 
I know the word "love" very well than you:
Love is patient, and it is not proud. 
Love is kind and it does not envy.
Love does not boast, and it is not rude.
Love does not rude, and it is not easy angered.
Love keeps no record and it is not self-seeking.
Love does not delight evil but rejoices with the truth.

Love always protects,
Love always trusts, 
Love always hopes,
Love always perseveres,
Love never fails.”
She hugged and kissed me strongly,
People, wow, you fulfill your mission.

The wise man said,
"The princess in her gown
Made with threads of pure gold 
Is like a pearl in a gold setting 
The bride in her beautiful clothes, 
Is led to the king.  
 
Her bridesmaids following behind her.
They came filled with happiness.
Filled with happiness, 
They enter the king's palace 
King, your son will rule after you 
You will make them rulers throughout 
The land.
God will make your name famous forever
People will praise you forever and ever!"

When she laid down on 
a golden king size bad,
Laid on my chest,
My heart was so content. 
Envisioning a prince to come,
It was impossible and possible,
I saw him calling dad and mom, 
He was on the golden throne,
Dressed in golden garment with golden shoes,
Six stars were surrounding him.

I was so comforted,
God showed me the prince to come.
The Queen heard that news and denied.
It was like a daydream to her, 
She did not trust me.
When the boy was born,
The future King, 
The prophet of God Chris came to bless him,
Before he could enter the palace.
The Queen and I were in the golden garments.

The Joyous choir sang a song,
"Africa,
Africa a beautiful land 
Africa a multi - colored land 
Africa a very rich soil
Africa my real dwell

Africa politicians, church leaders, 
Tradition leaders, hear the words 
From our hearts and bring peace in Africa.
I can see violence and vengeance,
          Tribalism and racism,
          Afro-phobia and xenophobia
          In Africa, oh, oh!
          In Africa, he, he!
          In Africa, hue, hue!
          In Africa.

I can see the terrorists and rapists,
          Abusers and destroyers,
          Discriminators and destroyers 
          Colonists and evangelists,
          In Africa, oh, oh!
          In Africa, he, he!
          In Africa, hue, hue!
          In Africa.

I can see the hands of God up
Upon Africa, upon the Africans
Bringing their salvation
Bringing their solution 
Freeing them from the slavery 
Freeing them from the colony. "  
Beautiful women of Africa
God loves you.

(By Alfonso II Warally Chris)

Copyright © Alfonso II Warally Chris | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details

Light on the Devil's Chord - Day 8

Contemplating on a previous conversation with Job and his wife,
I drew a breath of relief, remembering my humbling purpose
Sin was imminent on my brow, though I was beyond its impetuosity
Suffering dines with long-lived perspective, sharpening what would be—
In the wrong claws—feeble, bittersweet and opaque….

“You wish to humble me, woman,
Though only ride upon the uproar of time-ticking eruption
Breathing as if your own endurance will salvage your soul
You are in MY prison… MY pain . . . MY pride
No word from your conscientious lips changes who I am
Who I was, and who I always will be…
Humble me, woman, I dare you to cross that line,
Happily I will drink your sadness of futility like freshly squeezed wine
In time, babe, in sweet high-fly time…
I will sing with you like ever I did before,
Remember those duets?
Those dances we both know you floored and wanted more…” 

My eyes opened to his mind and I crept to his side…
“Job spoke to me about the death of his wife and children, 
How he sobbed and pounded the earth with his fists, 
Fumbling in the thoughts of “tell-me-what-have-I-done-to-deserve-THIS?”
He suffered because of you, as I do too,
And as all demons will agree, 
His self-absorbed mind recalled all of his right doings
He examined and uprooted all of his blooming flowers,
So that all his once good deeds began to rot in God’s eyes
For his self-righteousness gutted the wounds like hungry growing flies…”

He laughed, his voice deep, ravenous and dissonant in the tunes surrounding…
“Speak of good Job, as he suffered for me, 
Too good for the boils and scrapes of death surrounding so free,
The claws crushing his useless frame,
Mortality was his challenged artifice for stupidity,
Crying for silly things long gone…
Long taken for my amusement… he sung a sadder tune than you, dear daughter of dawn
He cursed his life once filled with blessings, 
Never resting his mouth….never resting…
Just as you hold on the sudden gift of immortality,
Just as you wrestle with your  ever-flawed will,
The same human qualities of foolishness reside in you still…”

He turned to me, looking in my eyes with accusing glee,
Masking his pain for my pain…..
So in stronger melody, I again sang,
“The sufferings prolonged his existence to prove his endurance was not in vain,
To prove he could see beyond his self-indulgence—beyond material things…
His human ways humbled you to shame…
For he sustained himself in all of your inflictions to gain….
No longer was he clinging to his glorification
No longer did he feel the need to proclaim his righteous endeavors,
For the true leader can use the worst intent as a tool,
As useful trial and test, 
Not only to humble the fool, but to fatigue the evil pest.” 

This infuriated our Prince so that he clawed the ground near my feet,
Seething in the words that kept running from my mouth, 
Words that intended to speak of Job’s heroism,
And not to illuminate a weaker spot in his most hardened plate of armor

“I bargained for the amusement, not the outcome
I was never a tool for your God,
But a tool to my own pleasure and divide
I will never tire…I swear I will never tire…”

This was his only musical argument…

“We must look beyond ourselves in the face of horror and helplessness,
For in Job’s suffering, many others soon to come witnessed his miracle of atonement, 
As a human I once was, treasures I sought from above, 
And not in the achievements…the monuments of words etched in stone…
No man of faith needed a clear stand of history…
His suffering was rightfully recorded to let rise the glory of better things…”

Demons from all sides laughed, and The Devil stood still,
Livid with my swaying presence

“The longer you detain your humanistic frame,
The rise of your sure desire,
 The longer you fight in your trial you have created…
The more futile you will become,
The more fulsome in this prison I will be….” 

His claws carved a circled in the muck around us,
Zeroing in and demanding my interest…

“The more you dwell on such sufferings of the past,
And I mean not Job’s………
The more you will enjoy the pain I inflict upon you…
This I vow, woman, for you have crossed the line…
And you are in my circle now….” 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Kody Walters | Details

The Virginity Hearse

The Virginity Hearse
Camille, Camille
The thought of you still gives my entire body chills
Camille, Camille 
Though at the time you left it empty, a part of my heart you will forever fill
Native American and Brazilian
Your beauty truly is one in a million
I remember the first time I laid eyes on your flawless tan skin
It was an instant attraction
Every night we’d Skype til 2, 3, or 4
I’d close my laptop always longing for more
A month and a half in
And the conversation is happening
See I’ve always been one of those guys that feels you shouldn’t have sex unless you are in love
You shouldn’t do it unless you’re married is the message from the man above
See Camille knew my V card was still in play
But she and Satan also knew a 5’3 naked hourglass body is an easy way to persuade
O’ Camille, Camille
You seduced me with such skill
Camille, Camille
What we had felt real
In Anderson is where this vixen stay
And she begs me saying, “Come see me on Valentine’s Day
Let me be your first
Then we can call the virginity hearse
Camille, Camille
You’ve got a deal
Camille, Camille
It’s with you I shall share that thrill
Day after day ticks bye
The night before Camille tells me she no longer wants to and I ask why?
She replies, “Because you’re my boo
And if we have sex the first time we meet no more will I want to be with you”
But as we talk and the hours tick bye that night
You change your mind and say alright
I want to be your first, let me be your first
Then when we are done we can call the virginity hearse
The day arrives and I buy a dozen strawberries dipped in chocolate
And a box of condoms which slide into my jacket pocket
She calls you while you are on the way
Breathing heavily on the phone, saying “You’re letting precious time fade”
When you arrive she opens the door with a smile
And when you see her in nothing but a t-shirt you say to yourself it was worth driving all those miles
O’ Camille, Camille
How did I allow you to get me in this ordeal?
 Camille, Camille
Within 10 minutes into your room and bed we did spill
That morning the virginity hearse did come
I lay there with her in my arms my entire body numb
Valentine’s Day though was still young
And lunch time had begun
Now at Texas Roadhouse we find our seat
And though I have an empty feeling inside me my food I do not really eat
A million thoughts in your mind do play
You know this girl you do not love but you cannot undue the events from this day
Hand in hand into the mall you do go
You buy a sexy Fox shirt for your lady being model in the window
The day is going as planned
In the car in her angelic voice she sings Crawling Back to You, saying this is dedicated to my man
Your next adventure for the day takes you to the movies to see a chick flick
But watching The Vow, only feels your conscious and heart with confusion making you sick
After the movies back to her place you go and back to her bed you do lay
Giving her a back massage, a nice touch to an amazing day
As you leave you think she seems kind of distant but she says she just has a headache
Saying” Call me when you get back home, and thanks for an amazing date”
O’ Camille, Camille
With you my V Card I did kill
Camille, Camille
You’re my girl, but what my heart and my conscious are feeling is surreal
We talk later that night 
And I can’t help but think something in your voice doesn’t sound quite right
Days go by with just a text here and there
Then I find out why you seemed distant and it’s almost more than my heart could bare
“I told you that if it happened the first time I’d hate myself and not be able to be with you
The past few days have ate away at me and I’m sorry but I have to bid our relationship adu
O’ Camille, Camille
My virginity like a thief you did steal
Camille, Camille
You left my heart scarred, a part that will never heal
You were the first but not my last
However I wish I could go back and change the past
But it has already come and gone that virginity hearse 
Camille you drove that hearse, and no matter how bad I may want to for that there is no reverse

Copyright © Kody Walters | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Peter Dome | Details

Perfumed Letter

My darling sweet sweet  love Pete
its been over three long months seems like eternity now since you departed and my world stopped
And my sun became cold
 
I miss you more with each breath and I take
Every heart beat beats for you and only you my love
How are you they say the war will be over by xmas
I try to imagine what it's like over there in France
I hope you are fed well  and the war will be over soon
 Must seem strange to be so faraway when you never even left the village before
 
Great news Mr Higginbotham
Has promsed you a position as an apprentice at his office on your return!
With great prospects oh it makes me happy
 
I stand by the bay window looking out  like a lost soul every single waking moment
waiting for you to come home safe to me
And take You to my breast once more and feel your warm embrace
And your tickly mustachie on my skin again
I dream about you all the time
 
Mr Kitchner has told us to be strong and carry on
I've heard some terrible rumours about the war over there
In the village but don't believe such a place exists
 
Strange to see the milkman Bob in uniform
His wife like most women now are taking over the mens jobs
Ma ma says'' it's not befitting a lady to wear trousers
How shameful wouldn't happen in her day oh no''
 
Your Aunt Bessie is in hospital having an operation on her leg she sends her love
Diasy wanted me to go to the pictures to see Charlie Chaplin
But I declined I can't think of anything but you
I looked in the mirror today and saw you looking back
 
Oh and guess what
The squire has a motorcar yes, I seen it myself on the back road
A little man with a red flag ran in front
Frightend all the horses Mr Figgs wasn't too pleased with his dray.
I was in the post office on snail hill
And Mrs Stubbs let me us  the new telephone yes!
Here's me Mrs Stubbs told me to shout'' Ahoy there''
I phoned My uncle Jim why I couldn't belive when he replied I tell you.
it was so clear I thought he was in the room ha ha
 
Mr and Mrs Pettinger next door their  dog Button has had a litter of puppies
Oh they send their greetings, They say I can have one
Thought it be company while your away I'll call it smiler after you
 
Haaaa...... I miss you so I wonder what you are doing both day and night
Miss Smith the seamstress has made me a new dress
I bought it with some money I've been saving in my piggy bank
The same lady who made my wedding dress you know tall well spoken you know
Do you remember Mr bluette when his camera exploded in a puff of smoke
Chocked the lot of us ha ha it's funny now
I had it made especially for you darling for your return and renewel of our voes
 Molly told Sally and Sally told me there's a flu pandemic or something sweeping many countries
Hope it doesn't come here
Mary had ten children all told died of a fever years ago
All buried together in the church yard remember
 
I pressed the flower you gave me the day you left to go to war
In the Bible It will stay with me always to the grave
 
They say this war will end all wars is that true?
You looked like a proper man all smart like in your uniform
I was so proud
the girls in the village were so so jealous
Seventeen and so handsome
 
I wait and wait my love and hope one day soon
You'll walk through the garden gate and shout ''Peaches'' as you always do
And we walk hand in hand by the old oak on to the bejewelled meadow
Adorned with dainty butter cups
The place you proposed and gave your hear to me
Then ypu lay me down on a bed of clover
with the naked sky looking down
And the warm sun caress our bare skin
And the soft breeze gently teases stroking our bodies as you give yourself to me
As the day we wed
Oh what rapture what bliss I hunger for you so so much!
I pray your safe return and read your letters to me over and over
Keep them close to my heart
I am nothing wthout you But everything with you
Oh how my heart yearns for thee
I must go and put our kitty to bed oh sisters
stay safe my love Your girl your faithful wife
 
Ann x




Peter Dome. Copyright.2017.


Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Maria Williams | Details

Slow Hand - An Erotic Romance

Walking past each other and just by chance
My heart skips a beat and my knees turn weak
Your eyes lock with mine in a fleeting glance
In a ricochet of emotion I just cannot speak 

Our time cut short on that exotic island resort
Mutual attraction that grew, our emotions weren’t slow
But alas contact lost aft’ that last kiss at the port
Intimacy so fleeting - regrets of letting you go

We were star crossed lovers on that fateful day
I remember that last time when you held me so tight
Now per chance we meet thousands of miles away    
‘Neath the same blanket of stars and a moon like tonight ~ ~ 

* “As the midnight moon, was driftin’ through ~ The lazy sway of the trees ~ I saw the look in your eyes, lookin' into mine ~ I’m seeing what you wanted to see
Darlin' don't say a word, cause I already heard ~ What your body's sayin' to mine You’re tired of fast moves ~ You’ve got a slow groove ~ On your mind”

Swirling sparkling shades of colours that mix and smudge
It’s been so long but there’s no cause to rush
Run you lips on my neck feel our naked skins touch 
Nipples a tingling and a warm spreading flush

Your soft slow hand feels like flitting fireflies 
You whisper my name, I’m enchanted tonight
Soft moans of pleasure and my passionate sighs 
Play with me, sway with me and feel my delight ~ ~

* “You want a man with a slow hand ~ You want a lover with a easy touch
You want somebody who will spend some time ~ Not come and go with a heated rush  Baby believe me I’ll understand ~ When it comes to love, you want a slow hand”

My nerves aglow like the tips of optic fibres
Your touches trigger firework displays to ignite
Seeking and teasing my spot of torrid desires 
Impatiently craving our eminent fusion tonight 

Opening like a flower dripping with a dewy spritz
Ecstasy overflows with your slow hand in motion
Electrostatic sparks on my tongue, skin and lips
Sip my summer wine that’s the nectar of my passion ~ ~

* “Darlin', don't say a word, 'cause I already heard ~ What your body's sayin' to mine   If you want it all night ~ You know it's alright ~ I’ve got the time”

I tantalise your tumescent core with silken caresses 
Erotically teasing you with tiny feather like tickles
Like the soft waving flutter of butterflies winged kisses 
Thrilling sensory overload of silver waves and ripples

All else out of focus on a soft cloud of passion
Exquisite pleasure on the crest of a fire
No words that are needed or any explanation 
The endless waves of emotion that transpire ~ ~

* “You got a man with a slow hand ~ You got a lover with an easy touch
You got somebody who will spend some time ~ Not come and go in a heated rush Baby believe me I’ll understand ~ When it comes to love, you want a slow hand”

My hips arching high meeting your ardent thirst
Fill my ocean - savour my delight
Rhapsody of fluttering sensations - a volcanic burst 
Come with me - the world’s ours tonight 

Basking in the enchantment of an afterglow
An amorous haze of amber swirls and coral sand
With crystal clear waters and sparkling sand below
At long last I’ve found you in this island fairyland

Acknowledgement:
My appreciation to RP (the Reluctant Poet) for his creative input on a delicate sensual theme that we’ve all experienced sometime.

POTD 16 Aug 2017

* Lyric 'Slow Hand' Music and Video Clip Citation and Reference:
Video Clip and Lyrics 'Slow Hand' by Phantasm 2000AD Published on Nov 2, 2008 Elvis Returns Standard You Tube licence. 

All rights of the Lyrics, video and track belong to the original Copyright owners. The original Lyrics written by J. Warren Bettis, first released sung and released in May 1981 by the Pointer Sisters and subsequently sung by various artists including Elvis in the above clip.

Lyrics of the song in quotes and italics and referenced with and asterisk has been transcribed as a read to be followed with the song. It is not intended to be or claimed as part of the above poetry verses.

Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

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