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She storms into the room
there is fire in her eyes
and thunder in her step
rage rumbling reckless
She's livid
a live wire of fire
charged
She's on the move
To punish
Is it a rumor or reality?
He has explaining to do...
She rushes at him
Pounding on his chest
words pent up all day
rush out in deluge
drenching him
he tries to pin her hands down
to make her understand
to undo this "misunderstand"
but she pushes him
her pride scorching him
her eyes sparking
passion raging
~~~R*A*G*I*N*G~~~
He pushes her against the wall
pins her hands above her head
"Listen to me!
You got it all wrong!!!"
she pushes against him
breasts heaving
legs kicking
and he's inflamed
her passion burns him
combusts in his mind
and he crushes her with his body
she bites his lips
as they close over hers
he loses his grip
her fingernails dig into his bare chest
trails of red
Growling in pain
He forces her....
kicking and screaming...
down to the floor
Pins her again
"Listen! WOMAN!"
She looks up into his face
breathless
and he goes for her mouth again
Taking her lips into his mouth
sucking fiercely
his tongue tames
fierce...his need to possess
to claim
She fights to free her hands
and they are on his neck
Pulling him in...in
Her lips respond in like
his hand finds her hair
leverage...a grasp
he pulls to expose her neck
And he attacks
kisses...bites...His revenge
His innocence turned to intensity's indignation
she sighs...she moans...
the sounds goading him on
As he loses himself in her cleavage
licking up her perfume
His favorite scent...
sensuous sexy sweet
the storm is fever pitch
in a flash of lightning speed
He lies her bare
and thunders in the thighs
she opens for him...wide
eyes closed
she bites her lower lip
to muffle her cries
as he rides....rides
His victory ride of righteous pride
and she's left
breathless...spent
in a storm of tears
released...repentant
of her insane jealousy
the storm passes over
and in the stillness
he speaks...
his voice shattered...weak
in her presence now calm
meek
"Your anger is beautiful
your rage my relish...
but now...come,"
His voice a whisper
as he pulls her in to him
"Come into my arms
and know the truth....
You're my one and only
My Passion STORM
Is YOU....YOU
Serenity...is overrated."
Dope boundary rope tropes…fans hopes..Ollie copes..thick skin…will find the strength within…ignores the din…as Pope unleashes that boyish grin..
Can hear Freddie and David…ddddd..Under Pressure…well..hard to measure the pleasure of the Pope’s treasure…papacy legacy pride..stops the slide..trumps the prodigy..got a ton to shun outgun..dumps the Bethell puns..rested and bested..still in at stumps.. after Stokes plumps for tried and tested..
Nasty ploys from the seedier media boys…that gambit or slight..of weedier..needier skittish rabbit in the floodlight habit..but such poise..delights despite the noise.. fights the red hot slingshot Jasprit highlights...that iconic.. chronic.. metronomic…never laconic..halcyon harbinger..joy bringer..humdinger swinger gunslinger....
Who’s got a clue what to do…where it will land…understand what the Bumrah brand’s got planned…should be banned…can’t watch it from the hand..love watching it from the stand..tames games…fanned flames…big names castles manned..but the sparkle of another debacle shames and blames…panned and canned..
Doff your hat…scoff..from the off…Test cricket doesn’t get harder than that…time we beckoned..back when Goochie opined…Essex accent whined..reckoned like facing the World’s test best one end.. and tother Ilford second eleven..
It was a story of small standing tall demanding another dance at the Bumrah ball as the diddy men zen of Ollie and Ben gave us a chance and dodged.. not bodged by the Jasprit lance
Even the boom boom cherry riff couldn’t biff the Pontiff of who we are so fond…no what if..made merry with his tintin strawberry blonde quiff in this tiff did respond..
Golly gosh the another level devil..tabloid tosh of him getting Bethell bish bash boshed…losing the race.. will never forget Ollie’s jolly face…gleaming…day dreaming yet screaming to those scheming and memeing…fury at the jury…beaming…the adored Pope ruled..his grace.. Dueled with the ultimate pace ace…an up yours…century scores…our faith restores ..Ollie.. rightly put out…brightly glowed..showed us what he’s all about..loud..proud shout to the crowd who know nowt…want him out…made it clear..peers cheers he holds dear..my best at your behest ..so sincere.. I deserve my Test place and rest my case..! Hear Hear..
She is my life and love and everything I need to know.
She is my strength and health whenever I am sick and slow.
She sticks to my heart all day long: she is my sure shadow.
She comforts me all through the night: she is my pleasant pillow.
She is a lovely lady, so bright, bold and beautiful.
She is a priceless princess, so cute, cool and colorful.
She is the sweetest song in my mouth, I can’t stop to sing.
She is my dearest dream, a quiet queen for a kind king!
She is an immortal image, a perfect painting… an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She soothes my soul and spirit with her cheerful charms.
She takes me to a wonderful world whenever I’m in her arms.
She is a darling dame; her sensual smiles rock my ribs.
She tames my heart and head …with her tender tease.
She has got a face and figure that takes me to a sensual space;
She has got a pleasant picture that old age can never erase.
She is the smile I need to make me go the extra mile.
She is the unsinkable ship that can sail me safely on the Nile.
She is my hope and stay whenever it seems my life is wearing away
She is a home-maker; she has got a romantic role to perfectly play.
She is an immortal image, a perfect painting…an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She is a passionate poet, with terrific theme, thrust and tone.
She has got rhymes and rhapsodies that thrill kings on their throne!
She is a dazzling damsel: a sweet angel sent from above.
She is the reason I am singing this song of life and love.
She is a trailblazing tale, only a wise man can truly tell;
She is that beautiful butterfly for whom I finally fell!
She is my sun at noon and the shining star in my sky at night.
She is in every picture I see, whenever I look left and right.
She is a sweet story I can’t exhaust because words are not just enough.
She is cool, calm and careful but sometimes she appears to be tough.
She is an immortal image, a perfect painting … an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She is lovely, lively and laudable; faithful and full of fun.
She is every thing I need to know, I need not ask… ‘Is she the one?’
OH BE THIS POEM AS SACRED AS HER NAME
Often I am compelled to hover over her shoulder
Each letter formed, each thought defined
For she has poetry on a leash
And walks it, pray I, at least three times a day
For she owns words that are her property
Well, not so much ownership but instead just rather properly
When roars the cage, when spears are aimed
When hoards of men come at her who the lovely’s never ever claimed
Fear not, poetry’s prize
For thou art ever in your Heavenly Father’s eyes
For you were birthed when an angel whispered “Autumn,” and that’s how you were
named……………………………….......
I see her sitting by a kerosene lamp with a quill pen just because it brings her back to a
simpler place
Where each sentence is aptly signified
And in each syllable she writes in the middle of all that is dignified
For this be a lady
A lady who can take on the persona of that which she chooses her poetry to be
One day she writes genius about how we all know life is a struggle, but then at the end of
the day, hopefully you have some with whom to snuggle
Or she’ll describe the horrors we hear of every day while most are deaf and blind but she
takes all our sorrow to her angelic heart
For one so wise should pen meet eyes and place upon a page of profundity with which the
words and verbiage she vies
Yet she always tames the concept she struggles with
Okay, so perhaps I’ll agree, she’s not the best
But take twenty poems by twenty poets and I’ll bet hers is the best, and if not first, hers is
definitely better than the rest
© 2011.…..~free cee!~
Pretty good for an old geezer (geazer) and I still haven’t gotten an answer, if I have more
than one mouse I have mice what if I have more than one moose? AND IF ANYONE
DESERVES A MORE HANDCRAFTED AND DELICATELY PHRASED POEMTHAN THE ABOVE, IT’S U
D……but don’t forget, the only time I get to use e-mail is at noon because that’s the only
time the old-age home I live in allows us us…if you wanna write it’s,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
free cee
666 satanic street
c/o Dying Legends Old AGE HOME
Abu-Dhabi, somewhere ===they don’t even have zip codes
It will make its way to me, fear not
Queen Elizabeth I
A ll things are as it may, beckons a queendom of two faiths,
B orrowed Boleyn's "B" blue brocade the better choice made,
C ancer claims the spring, agrees with the passage of her sister,
D elves to part the heavens anew throne, amidst assassins, lurking
E ffervescent Elizabeth surrenders calmly a surreal destiny,
F orward justice by the will of grace, and a whimsical gestured cloaked puddle
G reat be her ascension not quiet to title claimed by Mary,
H eretics purged sweetly returns, catholicism stands down
I n a realm of stories a chapter freshens a protestant queen
J oyfulness echoes chambered walls, as a parley of power slithers
K ing bequeathed in a woman's dress, as a pence-less nation recovers
L ustrous gems befall righteously, as Spanish gold doubloons are pirated
M en neath ruffles maneuvering positions placates a capricious court
N orfolk his grace whose days are numbered for treason, pride begs none
O nly wisdom and loyalty keep heads secured, within a fickled court
P alace breeds a treacherous bedfellow, proffers an end worse than death
Q ueen banished him to seclusion as a fading insignificant consequence,
R ewards Drake, Raleigh and others from a grateful empire as her saviors
S aves her empire whilst arrogant Philip of Spain loses his in humility,
T enders Raleigh to his Virginia pretense in her name,
U nsettling execution of Mary Queen Of Scots, in harm's way, opens floodgates
V ersed in archery and horseback riding ascertains her birthright,
W ell endowed in the role of the sciences versus human endeavors,
X enial role model for women, mirrors removal tames loose tongues
Y ields to her title as the Virgin Queen, as her treasury is restored by the West
Z eal was her marriage to England, strengthen via the bogs of Ireland
2020 February 07
*1st Place*
ABECEDARIAN CONTEST
~~Caren Krutsinger
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND SELECT G any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
RAID ON AIDS
Methuselah’s age, wisdom produce
Longevity a dream comes true
Humanity, cuts a perfect picture
Our existence, evolved in pleasure
A good life, mortals must treasure
Be very shrewd, to mark a measure
Riotous life, concludes your closure
By a dove’s wisdom, uphold a future.
Productivity groans in decline
Man’s extinction draws its line
A universal pandemic, in every clime
Reckless mortals, faintly holds to time
Time ticking, the end is bleak
Many a robust dream fades in a leak
Can we then pitch a niche at the peak?
A many vision with hearts, it breaks
The very raid, is coming from aids
A careless lay, you are sealed with aids
Jailing the libido, then be spared the raid
Raid on aids
Not just an African affair
With a universal sense, all must be fair
This fight involves, plenty conscious pair
The rampaging aids is not a friend
Yes! Viciously a means to an end
Let’s unleash a raid on aids,
Indeed the monstrous aid is on the raid
The aids raid may put up a scare
Raid on aids, let’s charge in offense
A surprise attack, it beats a retreat
Raiding the monster, will save our world
A whole new world free from its raid
Moral adherence, tames this beast
Abstinence pairing fidelity makes the champion
Be very smart, guarding your loins club.
One casual adventure, will perhaps seal your fate
I dare, but ask?
Should we raid the aids?
Who can dare its geometric raid?
Aids indeed, deserves the raid
For humanity sake, lets put paid on the aids
An all out war against the aids
A raid on aids, will aid the world
Raid the aids, only not on the pages
Actors war better on stage
Let’s wear rage,
And confine it, to its cages
So humanity will leave through the ages.
A dedication to humanity’s global fight against the deadly scourge, AIDS,
Author: the Holy Spirit.
Felix Joseph Osaeghemede
Chumfin4poem@yahoo.com;
+2348037825027.
Written: 1/12/2007, 10:45am – 2:10pm
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She is my life and love and everything I need to know.
She is my strength and health whenever I am sick and slow.
her light sticks to my heart all day long: she shuns my shadow.
Comfort springs from her arms: she is my pleasant pillow.
A lovely lady, so bright, bold and beautiful.
A priceless princess, so cute, cool and colorful.
She is the sweetest song in my mouth, I can’t stop to sing.
She is my dearest dream, a courteous queen for a kind king!
She is an immortal image, a perfect painting… an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She soothes my soul and spirit with her cheerful charms.
She takes me to a wonderful world whenever I’m in her arms.
A darling dame whose sensual smiles rock my ribs.
She tames my heart and head …with her tender tease.
Her fine face and figure takes me to a sensual space;
She has got a pleasant picture that old age can never deface.
She is the smile I need to make me go the extra mile;
the unsinkable ship that can sail me safely on the Nile.
She is my hope whenever it seems my life is wearing away
She is a home-maker with a radiant role to perfectly play.
She is an immortal image, a perfect painting…an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She is a passionate poet, with terrific theme, thrust and tone.
She has got rhymes and rhapsodies that thrill me on my throne!
She is a dazzling damsel: a sweet angel sent from above.
She is the reason I am singing this song of life and love.
She is a trailblazing tale, only a wise man can truly tell;
She is that flawless flower for whom I finally fell!
She is my sun at noon and the shining star in my sky at night.
She is in every picture I see, whenever I look left and right.
She is a sweet story without end because words are not enough...
cool, calm and careful but sometimes she appears to be tough.
She is an immortal image, a perfect painting… an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She is lovely, lively and laudable; faithful and full of fun.
She is every thing I need to know, … ‘Is she the one?’
(c) Adeleke Adeite
Twilight downs the sun as dreams appear on the screen of sleep
Slips into the subconscious realm and trips a few fuses in slumber
Adapts and clears clutter and narrates and alters the story in kind
Strips and clips a mind full of sentience like an ad-blocking app
When dreams slip into a magical edition it proofreads my soul
In magic Morpheus tenders to soft renditions and rehearses
A new dawn for sanity’s sake and rearranges bedlam in silence
Ties new meaning to fake news and spins alignments afresh
Compounds and rearranges while the curtain slowly descends
A dress rehearsal in night gown patiently waits for the curtain
A sacred orange globe dances with ripples dissected by clouds
Ultramarine parades on the fading horizon of tangerine canvas
As the gatekeeper confers with clairvoyants and hobbling goblins
The mermaids charter the voyage with sea gulls and dolphin as they
Tie holy knots onto the tapestry of fabrication and spirited truths
Sometimes my aspirations and recollections call for clean slates
When charcoal rules anthracite waves draped in sombre veils
Or polychrome splashes beg to hold on to the palette forever
Sleep brushes over karma and vagaries and tames with a stroke
Of restful fortune in infinite renditions of what the future might hold
A life line appears on the horizon anchoring a courageous flare
Regardless of whether my journey explores a secret underworld
Or ships critique onto the blatantly obvious faults in the vessel
Poseidon pumps up the raft as tears and regrets rock the boat
Blows caution to the wind and advises to hold on for dear life
Neptune challenges his counterpart and weighs for good measure
Yet Atlantis refuses to sink and Nirvana sweeps the ocean’s floor
Phoenix gathers soaked ashes while jetsam jumps into the current
When the night parades its blessing the sun resets a new dawn
The moon watches over assorted memories baggage and hope
19th April 2020
The pages laid beneath her
With imprints of her shed smiles
Cause they are still laughing in the grey flashes
But nobody halts the time ,it just dashes.
Now, the flickering candles dry up her wet lashes
And The womb recurres the old staches
Pain emerges again from the phoenix ashes
Burning the righteous until the slumber bashes
The bridge holding her above the currents of dejection
Has weakened over the course of self rejections
Causing her happiness to be crucified
And The crippled emotions have her paralyzed
The slacked chains are now what are draping around her
Wiping the records of her innocence 's demise
Her vitals and virtues both compromised
And she blamed it on herself rather than those grinning resides
Those dawned bruises bleed until the dusk
Oozing out of her ,was the purple rain
Scars settled on the poisoned frames
That she gained when she was one of their tames
The eyes gushes the sins of the past
And she rests in her burrow as an outcast
Scaring the paper with verses so deprived of love
Everyone gawk at her cause she is the red fallen dove
The dizzying scent of the distress wandering
Enough to grab the remaining peace
The hovering clouds of insecurities
Had carried away the ancient cities
The wrath of reality aches to the core
The decaying remains of her are floating off the shore
After their enormously twisted waves had wrapped her boat
She refugied in the ocean boiling with the fire coat
Her embodied weapons of power,
The dark storms have them rusted
Those perpetrators turned out to be the one she trusted
And the massacre has unveiled the quest of secrets
The angel numbers pass by casting her demon
She is dead awake fabricating the revenge plan?
She is on her way to unmask their fall?
This shell crumbled and fell when hearing the words you said sent me strait to hell.
Blackinening depths weep in night not to ballistic to fight for what it is by right.
Despair and creeping wounds come in unfairly.
Dare they do the damage I cannot bare?
So please spare me from not who would care.
This hole in my shattered battered heart has brought tol into this sensitive innocent sole.
To sore higher to the core of all-extreme would be dropping knees to the cold hard floor.
His hands can wrap around my neck in a trap as air may clog my throat and drowned without a whimpering peep of a sound.
Tantalizing words cause harm like the bleeding gash flooding in my arm.
This knife cuts into spaces so deep like the life I keep smoldered in blood traces smeared on the walls trapped in the shovel cases.
As my heart deprives, it ends the lies of all lives with the endless goodbyes.
Tears fall on the lovely fire rose as it grows prosper flames,
But only love it tames.
Take the spear of death to place in my heart and embrace all that has been torn in death apart.
From the start to end no part can mend as I search places to defend and faces to descend.
I place my hand upon the never touched and watched as it turned to sand,
But the sand burned as I still yearned.
Show the way from deaths dependence day as the others pay just like the dagger will slay.
Love so free in unpredictable moments dangerously as you cast upon me.
See the blood and feel the flood as real as it is when it will seal.
Lifeless whispering flesh turning into dripping catering mesh lose what was already lost.
What is the final cost?
When facing the winds of the red sea remember the pacing remembrance that set me free,
But sealed him ever to be by death decreed.
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