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I accepted that am a girl only after this incident
in which I witnessed peak adrenaline rush !!
That unforgettable day still alive in my vision~
When he held my hands ,
placing it on his shoulders,
pushed me against the wall,
curled up my soft silky hair in his finger tips
and pressed his warm.. already swollen lips
on my forehead;
I was in a crazy drive ..just completely lost in the
extended door of love explore,
doused in unsettling sudor dribbling leisurely;
Whilst undressing my soul,
he smoothly opened my heart and
embraced the throbbing beats.
Hot breaths from lungs continually waltzed over skin.
My ecstatic erogenous nerves thrived
in the phase of flash.
Stirring me throughout with kisses,
his swirling lingua caressed my curves.
Sensual flame unravelled his honeyed
steamy mood as my breathless faint moans
cuddled the heated passion,
his scent entangled to my hair, i inhaled and melted.
His masculine force strenuously spilled intoxication..
And I was his hunt caught to relieve his hunger
and fulfill desired crave.
He was extremely eager to devour,
gazing at his eyes I gulped down the sizzling tremor.
As it was gradually progressing..
I suddenly heard a sharp call through my ears.
"Wake up" !!
And there I lie, sighting the ceiling & fan.
It took so long for me to realize that it was a dream.
Just an incomplete, unquenched dream...
26-6-2020
Second place in the Contest.
Note: Sensuality poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Silent One.
I Adamantly Refuse to Care or Show Concern,
After All
I Served Sincerely and Genuinely, Now I Sever
Hoaxed Mundane Emotions that No Longer Appeal to My Growth
Flippantly Burning Icy Bridges
This is More or Less What You Think
Even More that Spilled Ink!
Pages Stained With Expressions of Clustered Ink Lichens
For I am Sole Custodian of My Emotions
Strolling Flamboyantly Through the Emporium of Memories
Some Insipid, Some Cherished, All Purged for Space
For This is More or Less What You Think
Even More Than Ink!
I Castigate in Order to Reciprocate by means of Detachment
Sharply Dismembering Familial Ties
For I Rather Drown in Water than Blood
My Behavior And Actions May or May not Appear Imprimatur
Shunned Mundane Conformities, Autonomous One
More or Less what You Think
Expressing Choreographed Ink!
Most are Unable or Unwilling to Embrace Their Shadow
A Glimpse In the Mirror Shrouds The True Reflection
My Response is Isolation
Because My Energy is Mines to do As I Please
Such are Normal or Reactive to Both Inner and Outer Influences
I Shall not Partake In Friendly Bantering Where Venomous Strife Once Proceeded!
My Silence is A Science Blaring In Ink
More or Less!
what if every life
was part of a life lived
not just re-encarnation
but something from every life gived
what if we were all Jews
priest of God something God used
once enslaved and often abused
what if one of our souls
were once a Jew
what if we were a child abused
with no chance of living
and painfully misused
to leave this earth
without hope and confused
what if this soul
was a soul God used
what if we were slaves
with a nation to build
plantations and pyramides
or else be killed
what if our lot was part of this plot
and our soul given
to the life of locks
what if our soul was given to war
not to die but relive the horror
not only to kill but have friends killed
to return home disfigured dishonored
and still
to love your country
and your country that love kill
and live with the regret that
your lifes blood was not spilled
what if your life was of a man misused
or even that of a wife abused
with one individual
the cause of your hell
year after year under their spell
no one to hear the screams you yelled
until that day you finally fell
what if you spent your life searching for God.
but you can't see him and to you it's odd.
everyone seems to have a piece of this dream
but to you no shread of evidence was ever seen
hopes die as loved ones go
dispared of life that has no soul
to what purpose was this wicked goal
to give you life without a soul
what if you have a destiny
purposed by God
and what if death be our end
as God gives the nod
then destiny arrives as death resurected
destroying the lies and misdirected
supplying the hope and condeming the greed
waste is our possesion
when we have more than we need
this is the vision that destiny see's
the happiness of heaven
and not earthly greed
what if every life addressed a cause
a time for action no time for pause
what if we knew of every kind of pain
what could we better if we had this gain
an end to all suffering that has a name
an end to all the guilty that play
evil games
Far away on the lonely hilltop
deep in the midst of the moor
a place often shrouded by mist
only deep silence there prevailed
The monolithic stones stand proud
so many things have they seen
watched as blood was spilled
in sacrifice, lust and murder
The chill of this place creeps in
utter desolation is in the very air
a circle built by man for worship
of the darkest kind taking of life
Bare earth surrounds these stones
here nothing grows not even a weed
at night you can hear the banshee
howl to the moon before he hunts
A circle they say shows continuation
here all it symbolises is bloody death
the restless souls within know no peace
this circle their prison from here to eternity
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Form:
I remember every minute of the first day we met,
It was raining, coming in to the reception you got wet,
At a mutual friend’s wedding, you came with a date,
You sat next to me, this was our destiny and fate!
You flirted outrageously with me from the start,
Love at first sight, cupid’s arrow reaching each heart.
You spilled your red wine on my skimpy evening dress,
You apologised my new dress looked an absolute mess.
But I had to quiet my pulse rate, which I instantly felt,
Cupid was in control, causing my heart to melt.
I fell madly in love that magic filled fascinating night,
I loved you from the moment you came into my sight,
You asked me to dance, I looked at you quizzically,
Oh don’t worry about Mary, you answered instantly,
She wanted to attend a Greek wedding and break plates,
Just a friend, certainly not one of my dates.
You kissed me goodnight on my cheek as we both left,
In my diary that same night I accused you of theft,
You had stolen my heart, my soul, and my senses,
I had let down my guard, there were no more fences.
The following day I got a huge bunch of red roses,
I love you, said the card, I was on fire, no amount of hoses
Could put this girl down, I was in a complete daze,
Everything misty with love, I was walking through haze.
You had to do a three week army camp, no cell phones
Then, so I just had to wait in nether land zones.
What happened we don’t know, to this day ourselves blame,
We were in love, but silly, aren’t all youngsters the same,
We should have got married then, but it took many years
Married, divorced, each with a son, met up with heartfelt tears,
Got married 6 months later, with family and friends present,
A very ecstatic couple, this lady and gent!
They were stoned out of their bodies and mind at Stonehenge
Climbed over the fence and enjoyed the Cromlech’s shadows
Razor wire would not prevent their midsummer night dream
Of being one with the moon which spilled light into their souls
Eclipsed by ultimate pleasure the couple drugged into paradise
Troubadours of romantic languages settled for tender rebellion
Moss never grew on rolling headstones as they gave it their all
Cunning tongues played a frolicking intro as an owl watched in awe
It was the year 69 on their own personal highway to witches' delight
‘Can’t see the broomstick but we must make love and longing grow’
This was the bosom of nature and he caressed her cusped breasts
Mother Gaia approved pushing and pulling like a sweet tidal stream
The Northern Star polarized free flowing passion and applauded
Changed position as they relived an ancient harmonious fantasy
Nude pastures appeared to suggest psychedelia was clear vision
When midnight oil burnt fire on soft skins joy and lust they glowed
Like a thousand candles on the shrine of togetherness and release
One more revolution sated their quest from penultimate shackles
Liberated from convention they convened and contested the norm
Of missionaries of doom freed from their ancestor’s firm prohibition
When Juliet and Romeo warmed to rays of a new dawn’s allusion
Exhausted and yet fresh in morning glory and dew’s nascent nurture
They had planted one single seed in the womb of sheathed time
One parameter’s barb though had pricked their insane protection
They called her Shantelle meaning stone and doped they had been
16th February 2020
Written for the theme of Shantelle meaning Stone in Old Occitan Language
By inclement seas, malevolent sands bob
Lashing atrociously in their cyclonic hurl
Assent to winds that beat wild, Oceania!
Can the derelict heart reclaim its pacific,
keeping latent hurts as a glossed wreck?
Pearling gloss spot-lights aversions to keep!
Embraced is animus to understand its cause
Anoint scars so they'll dissipate in the anima
Restoration gleams of a copacetic dreamcatcher
Lacing over those broken veins of love's infernal
8/14/21 – Inspired by ‘Broken’ contest hosted by Craig Cornish;
pearls are an oyster's kintsugi :)
BLACK PEARL I
***
sheen like no other
iridescent mother
of pearls shining on
I recall that first black beach:
the night sky fallen at my feet!
Soles tickled by the stars
twinkling in sandy myriads;
toes curling in awed jubilation ~
followed by the jaw-dropping
cascade of a sparkling curtain,
where the sun-sequined waterfall
spilled over the black rock,
and I drank of more stars
in refreshed elation ~
The rest collected in pools
of eons-cooled lava tubes
We soaked away low tide's heat
bathed in crystalline sensations ~
Heaven!
You smiled
The Nevada desert, lifetimes later,
my son and I gazed at the black sky:
meteors showered, shimmering us ~
Heaven!
my iridescent black pearl
a sheen like no other
smiling on
***
(4/27/18: Memory of a special time with mother walking back from Buokonikai to Tabiang and stopping at the falls where I saw my first black-sand beach. It was so different and I was so thrilled by it; went back there 3 years ago and found the land erosion has turned the beach a muddy color)
Three thousand years of pain
One hundred and fifty generations,
Can we define this as insane
A cauldron full of grief and trepidation.
No one deserves this sorry fate
Enslaved and dispossessed,
Wondering the world as human freight
Herded and processed.
Yet there lies across the fence
A people just as ravaged,
Between the twain a situation tense,
That by history's sad fate - has too been savaged.
Israelis and Palestinians divided by their faith,
Fighting over dirt their grandfather's tilled,
Where once was pride in sense of place,
Now lonely graves where blood was
Spilled.
Is there an answer - a solution to this sorrow,
Where cousins in but name may coexist,
Or are we yet to see more wars to follow,
And not from killing to desist.
The future is not mine to give,
But a prayer to free them from this yoke,
May a path be found for all to live,
To make a life that’s more than hope.
December came; a little snow was on
the ground a while, but then it never fell
again! It was so strange, for on my lawn
was Santa Claus, not looking very well
there with his lit up reindeer and the sleigh.
But rain came down. It wasn’t even cold!
It washed all trace of any snow away.
The sun peeked down and spilled its honey gold
onto the fields and city streets below.
My decorations looked so out of place.
Without the snow, they lacked that special glow!
Yet there was not a frown upon my face.
It felt like California – and so warm
I didn’t mind it lacked a Christmas charm!
Written Aug. 27, 2017 True story! I think it was in the late 1990’s this occurred.
For Brenda Chiri's A Funny Sonnet How Your Winter Turned Into Summer Contest
oh how i love the color red
red is love and love is red.
i painted a moment
used a palate with every shade of red,
only red.
that is the color of our love,
of pain
of lips
of blood
of skin
all and more is our love.
used a palate of reds
painted a moment
painted you,
and with depth of color
i captured you.
perfectly!
i never spilled a drop,
my brushes,
my knives,
my hands,
my eyes,
they all served me well.
moments are not easy to create.
how precious they are,
difficult to inhale fully
but even strained
i would always take you
all in.
the fullness of you
all in.
i would never spill a drop.
me?
i'm all in.
my creation takes form
stands and walks,
i follow,
paint,
not a drop
do i spill.
when you offer gifts
they need to be special
they need to be - well thought out.
oh! how well thought out you are.
oh! what moments we have shared.
life,
so kind to us,
the time we've spent.
if a philosophy teacher,
if one asked me,
"what's it all about"
i would say
"you"
i would ace that test.
nothing exists in its full majestic glory
until i experience it with you.
i would lift the sun every morn
draw it down every eve
illuminate the sky fantastic.
every morn.
every eve.
a lover's night
under the moon,
part the clouds
if like curtains
they blocked our view,
if like a wall
they blocked our light.
now,
my moment painted
i observe.
my hand nowhere to be seen
it was you guided this piece.
you and me my love
surrounded in red
against a red background
and not a detail unclear.
our hands holding.
our lips touching.
you are my breath
the beat of my heart
neatly painted in red,
perfect!
it is us,
our love is red
every shade
and every tone
is we.
05~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne