Long Seduce Poems
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A frozen chunk..
his numb heart thumping against
the malady of raging menace
ears pressed on a twisted loop
his wailing scars defy imprudence.
Gasping as his skin festers
with decaying yellow leaves
awaiting his impending doom
on snow covered in blood red weapons
his drooping eyes imagine his existence
bidding farewell to the soldier
echoing memories of his beloved
rustling leaves wipe in Autumn's whirlwind
smiling faces beginning to dissolve...
Oh but what about angels?
Wouldn't they caress his last wishes..
How he listens to wretched silence
in desolate sounds of trampled twigs..
Envisioning fallacies of resurrection
warm his frozen courage
he succumbs to an eternal slumber..
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Swaying in a hammock of ecstasy
he wakes up at twilight
away from the frozen battlefield.
The sultry aroma of electric waves
twirling to seduce him in azure blaze,
his beloved's fingers entwined
to trace sandcastles on his palms,
an albatross afar orchestrating
vibrating shades of dusk in rhythms,
dancing flames of haloed stars
on a galactic opera in breeze..
His carousel of Cashmere threads is a dream
that pulls him away from dark shadows.
He walks freely on a tranquil plane
immersed in oceans of his symphony,
his love gazes in awe of his courage..
Let his soul rest on his soft dreams
wavering like stars from heavenly willow,
slipping in pirouettes to streams of oblivion
he breathes in the silence of his anodyne...
I just finished Face Timing with Sunny, one of Lisa and my roommates.
She’s an edgy half-a-laugh, and I can’t wait to see her in person.
Sunny’s a slipa and a seductive gadabout - this poem is about her summer:
She’s a treacherous lover whose infidelities could populate
a city of confessions. Apparently, the streets we ignorantly
travel, are crowded with immediate, sordid, physical wants.
And Sunny, she can see them, like blinking neon bar lights,
feel them, like radio waves the rest of us monkeys miss.
Does she seduce the Waffle House waitress (in the restroom),
the professor (in the closet), the Urban Outfitter salesgirl
(dressing room), the dental receptionist (supply room),
the bar girl who rejects everyone else that hits on her
(backroom), or do they seduce her?
“How do you know?” I asked her once.
“I know,” she said, nonchalantly purring like a big, Serengeti cat after a kill. Now, you might ask - it’s legit - how do I know these trysts are real?
Well, at school, she brings a different girl to her room almost every night.
They pass through our common area quietly, on the way to her room.
And, like you and all of us - she carries a camera - and uses it.
Her cloud archive is an erotic, deep dive into a hidden America.
Flipping through it leaves me breathless, and I’m not fem-facing.
If she sold it to ‘The Getty’ they’d have to open a new wing.
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Songs for this:
i wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red
Lava by Still Woozy
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half-a-laugh = someone with a biting humor
slipa = a crazy girl
fem-facing = a girls-girl, a le-boy, a lesbian
you defy my imagination!
and surpass all of my creations
no loose change, we may have to walk it
take our time, like we can afford it
in my hour of early twilight
you take me to a higher insight
I am good, truly gone
where to go and where from
quiet stars falling through my blindness
broken hearts would try to remind us
troubles blow n’ rage in the distance
they rise up n’ still make no difference
one long, dizzy spell of confusion
did seduce my every reason
world outside comes down to
push and shove, black and blue
I can walk and talk at the same time
one steady stream of thought on my mind
well, I don’t know if you deserve this
but you get all my love and service
giving in was always too easy
never did it appeal to me
I left home for the front
restless and bothersome
in my hour of early twilight
you take me to a higher insight
I am good, truly gone
where to go and where from
updated version
Send your gentle rays to wake me
my grieving bedroom seeks your light
blow a soothing breeze, my love
and lead my dance across this day
while I lay atop and beneath you
wrap me in your heated arms
tickle all my senses
with your fragrant emerald grass
at the peak of midday
take me across the horizon
touch me with your golden cascading rays
nourish me as you do the Earth
thrill me with your rain
kiss your splash upon my skin
seduce and soften dirt
melt me as you melt the soil
and father the dormant seeds
buried deep within
an ever-fertile womb
dry your weeping silver
it twinkles on tree branches
in the faintest graze of Sunlight
peeking out behind your quilt of clouds
like a child on Christmas morn
awaiting your coming gift
mother of Earth
eternally maternal
humble me
with your celestial magic
for it’s you, only you
who crafts a balanced arch of elements
sweeping color across the sky
to build a bridge of harmonious hues
where the wetting Rain
walks with the drying Sun
It meets my eyes, a vacant stare.
In nakedness, it seems so bare.
What more of life is there to write?
Sunsets, dawn or the lovers' plight?
Plethora of words prance and tease,
seduce my heart, but give no ease,
instead run wild, like weeds untamed-
they have no form, no home or name.
Blank paper mourns like barren land
and whispers through its outstretched hand-
I'm fallow, yes, but I shall speak
of the secret potions that you seek.
Just trust, lay down your soul on me.
The muse will gush forth fruitfully.
Complete me with your seeds of lore,
open wide the sequestered door.
Let your passion descend like rain
upon this paper's barren plain.
Your inner sun guides what you know-
once bare pages, now a fertile meadow.
heavy legs cannot tell a lie
yellow spots with wings reveal the most truth
visions of black has a punch that can knock you back into reality
when the hand is in a toilet stool full of soggy wet used toilet paper, rock bottom feels like pebbles with incurable toothaches
icicles on eyelashes are the most accurate meteorologists
sweat stained shredded pillows are the pillars of an insomniac community
red devil moons seduce like temptation on angel dust
when a toboggan is over the feet as a wool blanket podiatrist, rock bottom feels like endlessness stopping for lunch but still in motion
heavyweight windstorm powerwalks expose stubborn tears
picnic table graffiti nothingness removes the veil
spinning clock lifestyle shows an age rapidly receding
when the triple layers plastic bag is at its full capacity, rock bottom feels like exactly what it is....rock bottom....
Hey honey, I miss you heaps,
Are you busy or are you alone,
Because I love thoughts you send to me,
When you send me those pics on the phone,
Those mazooka bazookas, funbags of gold,
Where all of my dreams can come true,
They help me through the day at work,
Those perfect soft parts of you,
Your lines, your honest, flawless round eyes,
Staring right into my heart,
Seduce my mind to rush home to you,
So we are no longer apart,
So yeah, honey, I miss you heaps,
And I hope you're in a great mood,
To send me those beautiful thoughts of you,
Those beautiful thoughts of you nude.
We began writing the book together many years ago.
Chapter one, we decided to call: “all systems go.”
I found the old manuscript, it made me rejoice.
Ever glad you and I made the right choice.
The diction was aimed at the average man on the street,
The main character a middle-aged cop on the beat.
Chapter 2: A radio call from HQ. A hit run, car got away clean.
Patrols needed to gather witnesses to the scene.
Chapter 3. The cop we named Sargeant Danno was put in charge.
Locals agreed A red Mercedes they saw. On record their number was large.
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Chapter 4. AI broke it down to 3 possible drivers of red Mercs.
First to the station was Ed Smith. He had a record on all sorts of perks.
Ed's alibi for that night, was that he had done a job on the local grog store.
Said his car was pinched. Danno said the grog shop was robbed the night before.
The second Danno interviewed was a gorgeous socialite, Sophia Day,
She was home alone the night it happened and her car was in for a respray.
The last of the suspects was Professor Edgar a philanthropist of note.
He was up for Citizen of the Year and did not want anything to tarnish the vote.
Famous for holding functions for underprivelidged kids in the neighborhood.
He told Danno he had hit a roo in his red Mercedes while driving in the wood.
Up to Chapter 10: was Danno scouring the evidence trying to understand.
Investigated each in turn trying to trick each one into showing their hand.
Sophia Day had tried to seduce Sargeant Danno with her womanly wiles.
She was with someone's husband that night. That must not come out in trials.
Edgar produced a document from his brother, a vet.
Swearing Edgar had brought a wounded kangaroo that night, no proof yet.
Ed said the grog shop was earlier, but his red car was pinched that night.
He remembered chasing the thief on foot til the car was out of sight.
Chapter eleven led to the answer. Danno had worked it out.
He couldn't divulge his findings til his Captain was about.
I am old now and my memory fails me, I don't remember the ending.
I was excited to read the last page and make my time reading this, worth spending.
Chapter 12 This old manuscript had been with us since before moving to Dover,
and so now Chapter 12 ( the last chapter) Simply said P.T.O.
No other pair; compares beyond
Beauty lashes out; to seduce a smize;
I looked upon; two magic wand
Brown is the color to which is most yawned;
But it is Earth's deepest well of hope; I surmise
No other pair; compares beyond
Blue of grey shade; mirrors all that are spawned
As sapphire gems; adorning cloudy tearful skies
I looked upon; two magic wand
Peridot shines, as planted fields, are lawned
Green; like newfound blades; of springtime ryes
No other pair; compares beyond
Found together; yet self-disguised, in bond
Hazel wins, versus, softest, ambers, tries
I looked upon; two magic wand
Direct through them; my love had to respond
Seeing her; that's simply when; all sadness dies
No other pair; compares beyond
I looked upon; two magic wand
A galaxy of thoughts...
Influential notaries donated
Given to me; freely...
I am most grateful
Educating me, the reader...
I am a learned man
Taking in all that is offered...
I relish the amenities, assortments...gifts
Pleasurable reads comfort my soul
Whilst in solitude...
On quiet lonely nights...
My mind metamorphizes
From a world of hell...
Into a world of peacefulness
Intrigued be'ith my soul...
as the ink spills
Whetten my palms...
stain them eternal, seduce me...
Undress me with your pen
For I...
For I am an easy get
Poetry and me...…………….I do
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