Long Sweats Poems
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PART I
The Joy of a birth, his own shine penetrating his eyes,
The new out born fruit of a long spend love,
Her hands rubbing against her red shiny chin,
Her legs crossed, the beauty that sings till the last breath.
Her thumb in her mouth, blowing, saliva flowing all over,
Her tiny grassy hairs and a sensational smile!
His mind throbbing with a pleasant paternal pain,
Oh, the enduring love!
He curls her onto his lips, the roses of affection,
Fell on her bright cheeks and a spurt of emotions,
Through his blood, that glowed the heavens between
And his two round globes filled by a sea of passion.
“Come to me, my baby, my love, my little daughter….
My sweet little doll,
I will love you till my death…
And I will carve a heavenly doll,
For you to sleep with….My angel…”
The man thus became a father and a true paternal love
Flew through his heart, into the unknown worlds.
PART II
The enthusiasm of the youth, and desire for the taste of love,
Her tiny grassy hairs grown long,
The soft fabulous filaments of keratin hanging by her curves,
The dream of a girl, for a handsome prince haunting her nights,
And eventually flourishing into a full blossom shiny daffodil,
Her lips wet, her legs crossed, her red cheeks burning
And the sweats flowing through the blankets.
Oh, the youthful pleasure!
The ghostly love takes her into the world of souls
From there the memories of her father,
Pulling her back, into the past world.
The affection fought heavily with the gods, but, only in vain.
And the gods decided to keep in their beds, the beauty of hers.
Unknown of these realities, he opens the door
And finds his love fallen prey to the love of an unknown.
All his dreams to carve her a heavenly doll to sleep,
Perished only in the mightiest darks of the underworlds.
The life in his soul had gone and the bird shall sing no more…
“Not yet, my love, not yet ….
I haven’t died …my love ….I haven’t”
He fells on his knees and takes her into his arms,
Her head hanging down by his flexed elbow,
Her breast pressing hardly into his heart,
His face bends, lips on her forehead,
And his teethes hurting her pale feathery skin,
Tears of unfinished love dribbling from his spheres, her face wet,
He cries loud with no breath in-between.
THE END©Anees Rahman
December 2nd 2013 4:00 am (o400)
Detoxing from drugs pychotrophically speaking
My couch was an aroma of deadened sweat too putrid to mention
You came to call not long after I thought I was pregnant by my boyfriend and
coididently was at the time of my detoxidation
night sweats for weeks
and yes he had my key
He messed up my hair and tangled it a bit
as I cried when hospitalized at the cutting my hair (tangle free)
You, John Cayton spoke to me lovingly
of everafter all in a lifetime
You went to town, home on a personal leave to see me
and all the women thought you were the most handsome, a perfect form
as I expressed to the hardware store owner he is really overworked
I'm not too much for the muscle bound type
You loooked at him in despair I heard,
as our blue eyes had met before
when he said to you that I was concerned
and all that small towns attention was upon you
You got us a condo
Then you left after leaving me full of desire of a close encounter of another kind
John, I truly do not know how to explain my days on a log
I have no itenary to show when we will see each other
I do know that when God puts two people together it surely will happen
I've tried to block you out of my mind and I don't know why
I know that each and every star has its reasons just as the money hungry in Cali have no rights to this heart of mine
but as I explained, I would feel secure with him
I would never be tempted to have relations and could sleep by his side
and rest well
You look good now
You are perfect and I find myself shy to you because I feel like an out of shape over 40 country girl and have
the stretch marks humanly to prove so
You say, well that is why I love you so, because while I've been away,
you've harshly been handled and I only want to hold you for my life's worth
Far beit to me to rain down on you as my tears fall, I know how I feel, that is all
Words do not compesate the very soul
yet though tired and worn and jagged around the edges I am loved for me by you
only you, and God has His hand upon us
Sincerely, Lucinda Lu Cayton
To: Sir John Cayton
( we are not related but carry the same last name- Dad would be astounded! We are not French (related to Joan of Arc) and his family is) what a story of America and beyond! Perhaps we will agree me acting like another ancestor BraveHeart is a poor choice.
Form:
A Polite Warning. The Following poem is somewhat steamy. Not explicit, but explicit in
inference. If this sort of thing offends you, then please be considerate and don’t read
it. Thank you.
Naked Flamenco
( A sultry summer night spent together
With ardour between us growing
She whispered, “Let me dance for you”
I agreed, little knowing………………. )
Binding spells of mysterious wanting
Soft dark her eyes looked
Into the shades of my mind
An enchantress of fantasy
She etched her velvet pattern
On veiled secrets
Parted
Dangerous lashes flutter desirous
In emerald peacock pupils
Midnight burnished hair let fall
In captivating tangles
To full ephemeral corners
Of soft bitten lip
Coy damp line drawn on her cheek
Captivated
Her expression acknowledges
With known provoking smiles
Eye lights shine saying “already mine”
With twisting flamenco poised
Sensual arm insinuates to finger tip
And eventide's rose is pale skinned
And naked
Curved line from ankle
Writes portents to the nape of her neck
Through black tousled sexual spinal blades
Shoulder dipping
Quivers her femininity to rising breasts
While arched longing
Mouths the indescribable tactile seconds
Of her promontory dancing
Patient in toe tip exquisite she places
Penchant elegance
Of her naked ballet
The ribbon swirl of vanished gossamer dress
Depicted wing-ed arms
She rises a surrealistic
Flight of angels created
In soft light air brushed forms
Of muscle, rib cage, bones and tendons
Body writhed centres eclipse
On pubic between
The epitome of gestalts navel breathing
I shudder Goosebumps of enthralling
Built by such grace of a heavenly
Consecrated female
Led beyond mere heated needing
To a place resplendent
With sheer un-tameable and un-nameable beauty
Guitar stringing twangs the milliseconds
Of her overture
Spanish castanets tap click fervent
Pronouncing the rhythm of my heart
Naked pale formed Goddess
Gently rips from me
Every appreciations confession of
Perfections contours
Fine satin sheen hairs risen
Beading sweats slight trickle
Aroused by my infatuation
Nipples stiffen
And I am drawn from and by
Heavy breath to music’s ending
To land in her presence
Panting
She has seen through me
Every century of a woman’s glory
And with a slow beckoning finger
Her eager eyes
Tell me
It is so
Don't ask your heart,
Don't blame it,
Don't chastise your heart,
Don't scorch it,
Make yourself assured
You grasped a true love,
That would never short,
Because I made it as hard love.
I will fill each hole of your heart
To have it eternally to my heart
I swear to my vains and pains,
I will gain the rains of love
Like grains to my brains.
The world was made for love
In animals we have doves
They love themselves without rivalry
That's why they live gourdly.
Don't ask a gourmet about Garri
I swear by the moon and the stars
That live in your steeped heart.
I swear by the love that hankers
To instil in your heart,
I swear by the wisp grins
Of your soft swathed chins
That were dabbed by my lips
I will love your lilac lips.
I will miss your smile,
You are always as my smile.
I will never forget your face,
You are always my pace,
No girl is so worthy in my space,
You are a buttress of my smile
My heart stayed as a wimp
In your love; it can't swim
Your blood is my heart's pool
Your love is much full
I swear by your breathes
That are under my heart's beneath
I swear by your heart's blood
That sprints like a heavy flood
I swear by your eye lashes
That are so hot like high school's lashes
I swear by your trachea's sighs
That allows sweet sighs
To overflow as my heart's sighs,
I will love thee as mine,
Because you're always in my mind.
Sweet love never dies
Sweet love always shines
Sweet love is always my tea
You're a sugar in my tea
By which it tastes thee
Your fragrance fills the atmosphere,
Your sweats dissolve the hydrosphere
Your skin that sways fluently
And the muscles that internally
Hoarded around your bones,
And your bloods within your bones,
I will never forget your love.
It is a long and narrow poem
That goes with touching tones
Your message is a poem
That chirps a melodious tones
Your steps always sound
In my heart's lounge
I will be triumphing your name
I will be caring your name
I will be in your name's fame
Your name will be a game
That I will be hunting as a game
You are frames that frame
My body like a door frame
Your heart will be a legitimate
I'll never be something intimidate
Only those that are magnates
In love will be magnates
That will purchase your heart's magnets
I have a good chiaroscuro
That will let me get a Goro.
How Does it feel?
Being without you is like a wound that won't stop bleeding
An infectious yearning wanting & NEEDING
Like a band aid being ripped off without any warning
Like last call on Sunday night at 2 in the morning
Like a hollow hole in the ground that's infinite
Like wearing out your "good" sweats that no longer fit
Like your boss yapping on and on endlessly
Like a stubborn lock that won't open without its key
Like a Hail Mary pass with the game on the line
Like a dying friend who's running out of time
It's like when there's no toilet paper left when u already sat down
Like when everyone says "cheer up" when all u wanna do is frown
It's like BAD days when nothing ever goes right
It's feeling for your side of the bed every night
It's the projects you just haven't gotten to just yet
It's the taste of their lips that you will NEVER quitE
Forget
It's the mile long weekly to do list
It's like blowing out the candles but never getting your wish
It's like trying to stay as busy as possible with this or that
It's the CONSTANT feeling of this monkey on your back
It's like a criminal holding you against your will
It's the empty space in my heart that ONLY real love can fulfill
It's your part time job weather you want it or not
It's being wrapped in your arms and KNOWING what I got
It's the dreams of "Someday" that you cling to for dear life
It's the fantasy of becoming your future wife
It's that one mistake that your ashamed of and deeply regret
It's hoping you FEEL how much I LOVE u and that you never will forget
It's constant missing holidays and seasonal smiles
It's feeling your here within my heart despite thousands of miles
It's a deserted beach dark and desolite beneath the oceans tide
It's believing we are special and just going with the VIBES
It's the last scoop of your favorite ice cream
It's waking up sweating from the same creepy dream
It's a soul crushing NEED to feel you and hold you tight
It's like apologizing when deep down you Know your right
It's the eye of the storm just have to grab on and hold tight
It's tenacity and NEVER giving up without a FIGHT
It's pitch black darkness when u forgot a flashlight
It's the CERTAINTY when you KNOW you have FINALLY found your MR RIGHT
ITS seeing it al come to fruition and leading TOGETHER a HAPPY life
Slim Fast
For the diet can not last
The weight that which we weigh
Is produced by the calories our mouth intakes
And if it is more cakes and bakes
Than salad and fiber breakfast flakes
The noise the scale's are bound to make
Are of a badly misfiring car
Rather than that of a well tuned athletic star
So the next time you choose to indulge in a chocolate bar
Instead of a carrot or a healthy yogurt bar
You chose to take a drive in your car
Because you were to lazy to walk
Listen to the way your thighs talk
And your bum sweats and boobs chafe
And the way your favorite old clothes no longer fit
And if you wear them the seams will split
If only gym and eating right
Was as simple as lighting a candle
None of us would have love handles
And fat and thin would mean the same thing
So everyone would be into the same thing
Maybe then when size no longer matter's
We could all choose partners based on who they are
Rather than do they fit into our preconceptions
Of size and what defines beauty
Imagine choice unbiased by insecurity
Choose life
Choose rather who is right for you
Not initially based on the beauty of there face
Or body size
The prettiest women I have ever dated
Scored at most 4 out of 11
But the so called not conventional or large girls
Took me to places no pretty girl ever could
And when the panting and boring sex had stopped
All I was left with was an empty vessel
Who couldn't hold a conversation
Unless it revolved around them
And paying them compliments
I would be forgiven for thinking they were shallow
But if it wasn't for the fact I choose them
Above all the other more suitable women
I cast aside
Because I put my own stupid personal pride
Above choosing someone worthy to Love
Just because the size does not fit
Doesn't mean you can not grow into it
Both people and clothes come in many guises
And no 1 surmises or gives out prizes
More than us and what is the fuzz all about
We all live in glass houses
We all pass comment and lament
Over choices other make
Its what makes the righteous shallow
And blow's Cupid's arrow
Many a time choose a different course
And so many couples in perpetual lovers remorse
Because it takes far more metal
To choose a mate
Than to please the inadequacies of our so called best mates
Here it comes again, the daily reminder ...
cold sweats out of nowhere that hit me like a slap
on the face, my entire body turning clammy wet in an
instant, three-or-four times every day. Then there's the
uncontrollably exaggerated yawning and eyes that won't stop
watering, a runny nose as if instant hay fever, and that nearly in-
tolerable creepy muscle thing ... that's the worst symptom of all by
far, (akathisia, it's called), because you CAN'T hold still - all your bones
and muscles have to move at once, or you quite simply can NOT tolerate it.
I always say a prayer that it only happens a few
times each day, and only lasts for a short time, but
to be honest, it's a nightmare, and inside I'm cursing ...
cursing myself for this reminder. The reminder of a terribly
bad decision that I made thirty years ago. Oh, my "problem"
is under control, thanks to a wonder drug that did indeed save
my life, (when my heart stopped thrice), and while I no longer abuse
anything, that accursed monkey is still there, riding me like a two-dollar
mare, and reminding me a few times each day, that it's completely in control.
Yes, I'm alive and writing this because of it, and
as thankful as a human can be, truly, but I'm light-
years from the obliged kiss-off I dream about giving it.
You see, it creates another problem all its own, one they
don't tell you about when you start on "The Program", that
this particular monkey, while having the power to save your life,
is also the strongest, most tenacious monkey that exists, by FAR,
and the chance of you ever giving it that dreamed-about final goodbye,
are easily the longest odds you've ever had, especially with a weakened heart.
But you push your mind to try to remain thankful
nonetheless, because after all, you ARE still alive ...
alive and kicking and getting these wonderfully horrific
reminders each day, of just how little control and charge
and health and power you have over your own life ... alive
and moving through life like you have a giant condom on your
body and mind and emotions, not really FEELING or emoting or
experiencing much of anything in the way a human being SHOULD be,
but alive and breathing and functioning ... you ARE still alive ... aren't you?
on Earth’s circumvallate
he would be laid,
lifeless upon the lap
of his Mother
and on that day would be named
now and forevermore,
God’s Gether… for in that day
are all tears gathered
look at them, and fear
the things to come, think
ever deeper now, and greet
this mourning, hear nature asking
where, oh where, is he, who
as our companion, travelled(3)
all space-time freed of human form
and feminine traits, and he
self-named his essence, I-EAGLE-TWO…
in memory of his father
mystery of womb, wind, sky, and
slaughter; held in that “eye” of awe
as the sunflower’ diurnal motion
laying openly upon the roof
of this world, ever watching down
calling gently to those “friends”
and his enemies, laughing hauntingly
at the latter’ lathering fear filled sweats
as this “(????????)”,
have you yet guessed this guest?
at day’s dusk, and then again
by dawn’s redeeming draw
his reach is long, and into and through
your minds he roams, teasing your thoughts
twisting your faux beliefs
as does Loki shift from witch to fly
and consumes your roasted heart
he, is that warrior’ bathed
master of that “Fifth Discipline”
“fostering aspiration” in the minds that seek
developing “reflective conversation”
between the strong and meek
and through a universal rapport
promotes “understanding complexity”
“Systems thinking”
this is his drinking water’ brine
at his stand beyond,
as “Keeper of the Western Gate”,
within this universal bourse,
upon those “circles of causality”
he lends his hand to those who can
to those who cannot, his whist
he scends upon their brows,
and boy! is it ever steamy!
beaming out similes and hyperboles
and itchy knees to his and hers,
theirs and those, whose noses know
the profound truth is fast approaching
critically fast, that blue
heated mass of spiritual essence
that was promised to all of earth’s children
that this “center” of the sun will come
returning “hell” to earth to render
those who earned their promised whipping
for tipping life in their favor
so, do look towards your sun,
focus in upon that inner aye
and glimpse your own future’s butcher
and do fear what was foretold to be…
Where do we go when the lights go down
what do we do in the dark
when there's nowhere to go
and nowhere to play
save for monsters in our heads.
don't turn the lights on baby,
don't turn the lights on now,
the nights not over
and i'm not ready
for you to see me
while I'm playing with
monsters in my head.
look away dear
please hear me now
I'm not always like this
not always not like this
please
don't ask me to change
I don't know what i'd
leave behind anyways.
who am I
who am I to you
who are you to know (that)
what you think is true.
I guess I am just what you made me
what you parade me 'round to be
but after dark
when the lights go down
and there's nowhere to go
and there's no one to play
'cept the monsters in my head...
...do I feel at home,
with the
cold
sweats
shivers
fingernails in my neck
the eyes that are watching see me at my best
the voices tell me (that) it's somebody's worst.
-still,
tough love is true love and no one pushes harder,
the monsters are the only ones who push me to be better.
don't turn the lights on baby
don't turn the lights on now,
the night's not over
and i'm not ready
for you to see me
while i'm still working on
just who
I really am.
---
Cause i'm a monster baby
a monster now
turn the lights on if you want to
I'll cast a shadow down
you'd better be ready
for what you're 'bout to see though,
the voice in your head
is only faceless in shadow
(if) you wanna see your fears
then you wanna bring up the sun
and if you want them to be real
just gotta look them in the eyes
oh, turn the lights on baby
please turn the lights on now
the night's not over
and you're not ready
the dawn isn't coming
you'll never be ready
I've been in the dark for so long
do I even have a face?
haven't seen myself since I was someone else
do I even have a face?
turn the lights on baby
turn the lights on please
I've got to know if I am still here
I cannot tell if I am real.
Turn the lights on baby
turn the lights on now
I've got to know if I am still here
I cannot tell if I am real.
Turn the lights on baby
turn the lights on now
turn the lights on baby
turn the lights on.
Not to belittle the real Church of God
Not to belittle the real benefits of communion
Not to belittle kneeling and praying for a miracle
Not to belittle the laying of hands
Not to belittle a good bear hug
Not to belittle the hope of Christ’s return
Not to belittle the Wrath of God
Not to belittle the trials and tribulations of living
Not to belittle delusions of grandeur
Not to belittle the pain I feel
Not to belittle wars and rumors of wars
Not to belittle Global warming
Not to belittle the great I AM
Not to belittle the prophets of the Ages
Not to belittle Buddha’s nonthought philosophy
Not to belittle fairies in the flowers
Not to belittle the sounds that Whale’s make
Not to belittle the awe of a perfect Sunrise or Sunset
Not to belittle the Man in the Moon
Not to belittle Black Holes, Quasars and the immensity of the Universe
Not to belittle microorganisms and viruses
Not to belittle the glorious honey bee’s make
Not to belittle the missing books in the Bible that women wrote
Not to belittle the tear that trickles down my left eye
Not to belittle sin and its impact on the human soul
Not to belittle other people’s pain
Not to belittle our belief that aliens are real
Not to belittle my cat’s purring
Not to belittle my neighbor’s beautiful lawn
Not to belittle Superstar's getting rich, they deserve it
Not to belittle being just a pawn
Not to belittle the atrocities committed by Man
Not to belittle feeling so alone in the Universe
Not to belittle the pheromones of truth
Not to belittle that The End is always near
Not to belittle truth from the mouth of babes
Not to belittle Bhai's attempt to unite religions
Not to belittle the Sufi’s dance
Not to belittle the Witch’s brew
Not to belittle the Medicine of the Drum
Not to belittle my belief in Pan
Not to belittle the Heavy Metal screams
Not to belittle pipe dreams and cold sweats
Not to belittle the glow worm’s glow
Not to belittle the lion’s roar
Not to belittle when the earth quakes
Not to belittle when volcano’s blow
Not to belittle my belittling thots
but Poetry Church is all I got.