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Nursing is to restoring peace,
restorative win/win justice,
as surgical judging is to punishing injustice,
retributive win/lose justice.
Nursing ecosystems
and nurturing egocenters
can often be used synonymously,
as nursing is to nurturing.
To nurse a baby
ecosystem
is first to nurture a cherished developing infant
non-zero zone egocenter.
We, nurses and nurturers,
share a nutritional history
of healthcare giving safety
and receiving, in return, wellbeing significance
Delivered best
and most durably,
resiliently,
when care works in coincidental resonant ways
Nurturing all win/win
multilateral directions
ecosystemic
metaphoric,
All polypathic nursing selections
seductions
egocentering healthiest wealth,
analogic
Ecological nursing
felt empowerment
and needed co-investment
in ego/theo-logical nurture.
Like a great storm she makes her path,
flying ever higher; blowing wild and free.
The warm winds of her supple breath
caressed an old soul when inhaled by me.
Enthralled a heart; and made her mark;
strong heart being held in passion’s silk chains.
Spellbound is he whom she touches,
with sweet seductions of pleasures and pains.
She’s a lady of worldly ways,
a tender lover; wise beyond her years.
Though her confidence overflows,
deep down inside, she locks away dark fears.
As a hurricane, she’s a force,
yet in her heart burns gentle desires.
Her spirit may rage for hours,
drenching her lover with torrid fires.
She possesses many faces;
a tempestual lady with a tender soul.
Holds the power to break a heart,
with the beauty to touch…and make it whole.
If I were your fantasy man
I’d welcome the morning alarm.
I’d jump out of bed, put my coveralls on,
Match each sleeve of my shirt with an arm
And I’d get on the road, gladly carry the load,
If I were your fantasy man.
You’d e-mail inviting me to take your clothes off
And give you a hot oil massage, if I were your fantasy man.
If I were your fantasy man,
This job wouldn’t be such a drag.
I’d whistle and smile while I worked in the heat;
Eat my lunch from a brown paper bag.
I’d be so damn inspired, hell, I’d never get tired
If I were your fantasy man.
You’d e-mail enticing me with sweet seductions,
While wishing it all would come true, if I were your fantasy man.
If I were your fantasy man
I’d never be lonesome or low.
I’d be dreaming of you fondly dreaming of me;
You’d be with me wherever I go.
I’d take comfort in faith that my trust was well placed
If I were your fantasy man.
If you were mine...
If you were mine…our footsteps would
dance on moonlit verandas
while candle lit shimmers enticed my smiled reflections
with your arms tightly around me
symphonies would play to the rhythm of your charm
as we swayed in the essence of forever
on cloud soft concertos of affection’s melodic whispers
eternal echoes would sing in harmony to your eyes,
hauntingly dark invitations to my endless destination,
soothing seductions comforting weathered longings
If you were mine…satin beaches would
eclipse tan line passions
beneath glistening waves of aquamarine salt water bliss
gently caressing the depth of our love
palm leaf shadows would weave embracing patterns
of ocean fed breezes tickling our naked forms
as sea foam fingers probe pearl smooth valleys
sunset tides would tease beneath star orchid heavens
blooming of every wished for fantasy…
lasting happily ever after upon sandcastles dreams
If you were mine…my world would
be a mosaic of delirious euphoric visions
in constant creative motion delivering sincerely
every ounce of joy your heart could desire
each sunrise would be the sweet essence of your spirit
vibrant in wonders of colorful poetic offerings
versed in accordance with your every need
happiness would begin with promises kept
as we walked along endless streams of hand held blessings,
two hearts loving as one forevermore
If you were mine…oh, if you were mine
Good night Soupers
Dear Donalds and Fans Thereof
I suppose by now you have noticed
there is an unfortunate difference
between draining the swamp
and becoming the swamp.
Swamp life promises fast thrills
but delivers slow and sure decomposition,
decay,
dissonance,
despair,
loneliness at the sadly shared bottom
of the top.
But, the swamp is also rich with creolization opportunities,
polycultural seductions and fertility,
cooperative marshes
trying to breathe
underneath our oil slick
toxic ego-incorporated politics.
To drain the swamp
we must first notice
we have become swamped.
To drain the Trumps
we must first notice
we have become trumped.
*(A lyric on the sweet seductions of a lovely, vampish nymph and man-eater named Lolita.).
With a body so fine and rare
like a lover who comes afresh
with a glow that's both sleek and fair;
and lovely in her fine, smooth flesh;
she sways me so with not a care
as we slowly combine and mesh.
With expert skill that's hard to find
and deft and not so innocent
(and with her hands and unchaste mind),
she unzips my rising discontent.
She pleasures me: I nigh go blind
(as her deftness makes me potent).
With focus and seductive powers
she peers into my fettered soul
and frees me from my iron trousers
which crush my sex and spirit whole.
And in minutes, not even hours,
I'm under her swift, sweet control!
An Ode to the Necessity of Seduction
She had been primping, preparing,
for these moments of beguilement.
Groomed, long before she began to
blossom, reach her time of coming out.
Always possessing the accoutrements
of beauty yet unable to truly fulfill them,
growing into the subtleties, the nuances,
of her awakening without understanding.
So it was she changed from tantalizer,
to temptress, to seductress. Drew to
her that which she desired, took what
she craved to satisfy her needs, to
further the continuation of her beauty,
to intermingle her unique scent
into the legends of seductions lore.
Drawn to her as if in trance-like dance
they came. Each seeking her approval,
her acceptance, the opening of her
ever ripening petals, her willingness
to continue her seduction.
She would, in time, reach fullness,
and succumb, willingly embracing
the gentle touch, the erotic intrusion,
the fulfillment of her season. She
would be no less beautiful only more
complete, knowing that the lovers drawn
to her iridescent center had been seduced
so that seduction’s beauty might endure.
submitted for The Heart of Seduction – poetry Contest
10/2/2014
Rivers flowing red.
Soon you know you'll be dead.
The razors thrown on the floor.
Curtains closed,
You've barred the door.
Silent screams echo the room.
You try to breathe,
But your throat closes over.
Suffocating you.
Your lips turn blue.
You lay and watch your wrists
Pouring out your heartache.
All your pain and suffering
Soaking into the carpet.
The blades glinting; tarnished
By past betrayals.
Each scar longer.
Each pain harder.
The razor bites deeper
Opening up your wrists.
Cos your heart refuses to thaw.
Closed up after years of torment.
The false promises
Words spoken of sweet seductions
And eternal love,
Rust and die
Just like the blades
Embedded in your flesh.
You're getting weaker,
The pain is lessening.
Your release is coming soon.
Take your last breath.
The last thing you see
Before you close your eyes,
Is the razors on the floor
Soaking in your peace.
Low-effort is the mission
Low-effort's a decision
Low-effort ambition
Low-effort nutrition
Low-effort corruption
Low-effort seductions
Low-effort deductions
Low-effort assassins
Low-effort passion
Low-effort fashion
Low-effort obesity
Low-effort poetry
Low-effort parents
Low-effort presents
Low-effort president
Low-effort arrogance
Low-effort adolescents
Low-effort embarrassment
Low-effort communication
Low-effort conversations
Low-effort imaginations
Low-effort motivations
Low-effort deterriation
Low-effort information
Low-effort physicians
Low-effort inhibitions
Low-effort politicians
Low-effort inspiration
Low-effort education
Low-effort vacation
Low-effort nation
Low-effort voting
Low-effort tech
Low-effort sex
Low-eff
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A song for this:
Sexy to Someone by Clairo
act like you know (feat. Muni Long) [E]
Seductions of Sin
With the lusts of the world:
do I thee; threaten more?
Is this what the world has to offer;
since its originated defiance?
That set the scene for this world;
to attest and set afire,
for the rest of 'sin' to complete with such desire!
The call is strong in sin here:
am I too weak;
to resist such pleasurable temptations!?
Is it that, vainglory, do set in from the laws of God,
do I shame myself for the dishonor to self-control?
That 'sin' of the lusts now turns to otherworldly desires;
that the dark spirit brought to surmount humanity!?
Voracity, of man for the embellishing of the world,
is it glamorized in thy eye?
Being envious of what others do have;
only does it dispassionate me too?
And does, avidity, bring on our destruction;
from the wraths and vainglories of man?
I have a chance to survive when darkness has swallowed up;
the virtues that have been set out in front of humanity?
To battle, the end, when that day does it come;
is to bring great sorrows upon the world?