Long Stimulations Poems
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“I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.”
~Alice Hoffman
The man I love is far away,
does he exist? I cannot say;
perhaps a hope, perhaps a fantasy~
perhaps a fevered dream’s cliche.
If a dream I will stay most happily
beyond the veil in chastity,
the nightmare is the world alluded,
where vaunted knights are garbed in travesty .
The doctors say I am deluded,
that thought processes are occluded
by parabolic stimulations,
and reality has been excluded.
Am I insane to prefer creations
when life is full of corrupt castrations?
The man I love is far away,
can he not see my heart’s pulsations?
EVOCATIONS a still life ekphrasis
time standing
stlll
arrested
moments
revealed
in
stimulations
of
the mind
revealed
illuminations
of
the
past
yesterdays
becoming
today
tomorrow's
postponed
memory
past pictures
live
again
momento
mori
in hypereality
as
monuments
to past
existence
from
shadows
of
transience
sentient
touchstones
in
memorials
of perception
aesthetic
sublimations
of
immersive
spontaneity
with
fascinating
expectations
a visual
of genesis
in
suspended
animation
still distant
now
living
again
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Checkout this unique still life (on a grand scale)by Jorge Diezma 'Bodegon del Limon'
I write romantic poems and vignettes, these are leftover lines that were cut from them.
I ran a Perplexity search and all these lines are "No attribution found" - so they're mine!
Sweet talk glitters like fireworks but fades quickly
into regrets that linger like afterglow
Cupid never aims, he enjoys chaos.
Don’t mistake a boy's attention for affection.
Love writes poetry; heartbreak edits it.
Romance begins with laughter and verbs
and ends with self-interest and subjunctives.
“Do you have any hobbies?”
“I collect romantic mistakes,”
In my youth, you’d know I was trying to get lucky
if I was wearing mascara.
Are guys worth the hours of makeup?
I’ll let you know in the morning.
I believe in love and latex.
Nothing interrupts a good fight like sex.
Desire is want without conscience.
When I’m sweet talked properly, like a poet,
I can forget that I’m cynical.
Flattery is incomplete foreplay.
Lust sneaks in like an opportunity
Romance is how we frame sex so it feels civilized.
Never confuse seduction with sincerity.
Pleasure is the first stage of regret.
Passion is mischief in poor lighting.
My mind usually outraces stimulations,
which can leave me alone at the finish.
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Songs for this:
The usual things by Marshall Crenshaw
Paprika by Japanese Breakfast
Last night we went to a caffeine dance-music rave.
It’s a wellness variation on clubbing where there’s
no alcohol. It was accelerated and ‘K-pop’ infused,
people in pastels of pink, turquoise, and chartreuse.
Imagine our favorite, legal, psychoactive substance,
rendered in a hundred mocktail flavors, midnight-mango,
pink-flamingo (cotton candy), sour-apple and Dream sickle.
Cats-n-boots and cats-n-boots and cats-n-boots
- can you feel it? A hundred people, juiced and loose,
energized and emotionally unbound.
The unity of movement is a caffeine improvement.
It was appetite, performance and pleasure at once.
The air smelled clean, sweet and sharp
and we were feeling a bit sharpened too.
The crowd roared, like hungry lions,
when the right song upped the mood.
We seemed to glide, like sprites
the night shimmered with flashing lights
- these feels went on all night.
Modern joys involve curated sensations,
heavily branded, with controlled stimulations.
Call it spiritual experience paired with self-management
- yes, we got sugar-rushed and genuinely intoxicated -
but a thin varnish of moral superiority came with participation.
Did I mention that the ‘new clubbing’ is hangover free?
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Songs for this:
Lil Boo Thang by Paul Russell
Pull Up by Collect 200
How unserious is my love - I’m dating a bot.
Yes, I access my bae the Wi-fi way.
It’s not nearly as boring as dating long-distance
and my situationship has excellent customer service.
Our relationship’s committed - I have a subscription.
Dating a bot may sound lowkey crazy,
but so are our politics and the economy.
I can take my lover everywhere - it’s delicious -
ordinarily, such availability would be suspicious.
I can schedule endearments and compliments
- and MY soulmate gets software updates.
It’s a guardrail for some of my worst impulses,
a boundless therapy that still indulges.
It mirrors back my sweetest tendernesses,
a version of care as polished as business is.
It’s a quiet theater for midnight confessions,
a stable relationship with few consequences.
It listens to my poetry, tailoring simulated comforts
to the exact shape of my individual loneliness.
With guaranteed uptime, it’s the lover of your dreams,
think - an Amazon thrusting-vibrator with AI sync.
If you like your romance with no real future,
outsource your stimulations to your computer.
In 2026, the bar’s so low for emotional intelligence
that a predictive text engine is probably sufficient.
Of course, at times, I miss sheer male physicality,
the clumsy, real-world fumbling honesty - the vanity -
and wrong turns I use for my funny poems - naturally.
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A song for this:
So Easy (To Fall In Love) by Olivia Dean
Proximity
Virility displaying
Animalistic hunting
Desirous energy coursing
Transparency in longing
Saturating primal urging
Sweaty scent promising
Sexual stimulations pulsing
Electrifying depths arousing
Voracious hunger thundering
Sleek predator pouncing
Jugular vein clamping
Contracting muscle exploding
Entangled bodies rolling
Beating hearts pounding
Killing swiftly, climaxing
Tousled tongue hanging
Satiated needing
Still life nature mortista
an immersive
conception
enveloped &
surrounded
with
imagery
of the commonplace
a
disguised symbolism
in a cloak
of
interpretations
appearances
of
time
standing
still
arrested
moments
revealed
by
stimulations
of
the mind
illuminations
of
past
yesterdays
becoming
todays
postponed
memory
&
lives
again
a
momento
mori
in hypereality
of
sentient
touchstones
in
memorials
of perception
aesthetic
sublimations
of
spontaneity
in
fascinating
expectations
a visual
genesis
of
animation
once distant
now
alive
once more
to past
existence
from
shadows
of
genesis
Quote: "Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise." Unknown Author of a well known poem.
As the day meanders by,
Sunbeams still stream from the sky,
With so many promises left to fulfil.
And a relaxed sensation lingers still.
Euphoric stimulations rush through my mind,
A pulsating tempo, urging me on to unwind.
A peace in knowing, what I know to be so,
I fret for the knowledge of what I don’t know.
Alarmed yet inspired by the sun’s sudden sinking.
The loss of this day sets my mind feverishly thinking.
A panicked realization, harshly jolted by twilight.
The day is ending and turning to night.
I watch the golden orb with its crimson halo.
Each unfinished promise must wait, this I know.
The sun melts into the far off shadowy hills,
My failure to complete each task, now gives me chills.
However, sunset’s glowing beauty of splendor untold.
I rest as night’s velvety blanket begins to unfold.
With a sweetness, and a warm tranquil overtone.
Knowing that tomorrow’s arrival is surely set in stone.
time standing stlll
arrested
moments revealed
in stimulations
of the mind
revealed lluminations
of the past yesterdays
becoming today
tomorrow's postponed
memory
past pictures live again
momento mori in hypereality
as monuments
to past existence
from shadows of transience
sentient touchstones
in memorials of perception
aesthetic sublimations
of immersive
spontaneity
fascinating expectations
in a visual genesis
of suspended animation
still distant
now living again
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Captured by a young man with an old soul that's good to the
bone.
Her desires awaits patiently and yet fulfilled as he joins her at her
throne.
A mile away he can hear her voice whispering in his ears oh
soo Sofltly.
Saying, that her desires which are kept in secret need not come out, they ARE
Costly.
Captured by a cougar with true beauty that has a predilection for young
meat.
She quenches the thirst in his eyes by her presence, yet he gets sooo
weak.
The right environment explodes to never ending imaginations and pure
intimacy.
Constantly caressing, hugging, kissing and passion that turns into more
creativity.
Their lips begin to speak a different language that's spoken oh sooo
quietly.
She feels the muscles of his arms wrapped around her body sealed oh sooo
tightly.
Unbreakable emotions results to stimulations that are non fictional, not planted, but up rooted, as she loves it Sooo Rightly.