Long Tease Poems
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What kind of a woman are You?
To make me think of all those things I shouldn't do
To make me think of wanting you
When I know it's something I should never do
And yet in my heart you divide me
You set myself beside me...
for
Half of me wants to believe you
Half of me knows you lie
Half of me can't live without you
Half of me would rather die
Half of me wants to leave you
Half of me wants to remain
Half of me remembers the good times
Half of me can not forget the pain
You glance at me
You prance at me
You set my heart on fire
You tease me
You ease me
You seduce me into your wicked desire
And then when were alone
My emotions you skin to the bone
And with that empty love you fill me
With that empty love you slowly kill me
So why don't you go go go
And leave me so so so
Yet when your gone I'll only want you back
Whoops...Half of me said
I shouldn't have said that
for
Half of me wants to love you
Half of me says no
Half of me wants to forever hold you
Half of says to let you go
Half of me wants to be so good
Half of me wants to be so very bad
Half of me always trust you
Half of me knows the other half's been had.
Our Dreams from Times Before
Dreams that come to us from times before,
Oft tease our minds inciting images galore.
Speaking to us psyche-deep, in our deep-sleep,
They nudge us gently to take that ethereal leap!
Dreams may surely incite past emotions very sad,
Causing us wicked thoughts that are mad and bad!
These dreams may also bring us even to Heaven’s gate,
Ensuring we see what glorious images there so await!
Angels may come to us in our dreams from times before,
Telling us of God’s love as our souls seeketh His door.
Our souls shall find an eternity-true beyond God’s door;
What a wonder awaits us in our dreams from times before!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 14, 2018 (Couplet)
They say love comes in a gush
I don’t believe all that mush
Not just a feeling…
Love is believing
There’s more to it than a rush
Your loved one gives you goose bumps
You see curves instead of lumps
Your heart palpitates
And sex satiates
Your life is coming up trumps!
But Love’s a decision too
When feelings get old not new
You think of your vow
Fulfill it somehow
And resolve to stick like glue
So when there are angry darts
Or when there are broken hearts
You think of that glow
You give love a go
And all the sorrow departs
Today is Valentine’s Day
Tease and please…now don’t delay
Revive that hot spark
Make love in the dark
Love’s the sweetest game to play.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Intro: I would like to devote this poem to my great friend Vijay, as he's the one who first exposed me to the 'Lay" form( all lines must have 8 syllables and rhyme)
Friends from my youth are all elapsed
One died sadly by his people, ditched
From someone with an odd wedding,
To those who share beds for sleeping
One wise taught around the world's way
Other spanked by car on roadway.
From the one, they tease mate's bad show
To one who blames self, pals bestow
Other heart laid away and read,
newspaper, laying on his bed
None told us life would be this way
We weren't told round daily decay.
I'd call on your birthday with kind.
I'd kneel to soothe your gloomy mind.
And I'd grasp what you vibe me to.
I'd sob on your chest as dust drew.
I tend you as your grin sieve hope.
All this will be trailed by a rope.
Written: January 25, 2022
Listen to the beautiful
Lingering in the tender voices
Mingling with soup, potatoes, chunks
Light joy, garlicky seasonings
Inspiration falling, blending voices
Temptations burning
Away the darkness, the black yearnings
Remember the shadows
Blazing with hues of promises
Erasing the melancholy,
Voices alive with laughter
Smiles knowing the vibrant
Slow dance, a walk through graceful
Truth said…
Together we can tease the
Color from darkness,
Silence the star’s songs with
Wonders beyond our own imaginations,
Feelings breathless and warm,
Forming a memory in the heart,
The soul, conspiring with time to move
From the dark to the light,
Remembering only the breathless
Caress of morning’s sun
Shining on the heart, the smile –
Whispering, trembling, feelings
Bleeding through the dark, glistening
Like the edges of a kindness
Only known to the soul who hears
Hearts instead of voices,
Tears instead of ocean’s spraying
Beautiful in the promises
Made by those who sincerely pray
For humanity, for hope, for grace
For the love in eternal praise
WTF Contest
John lawless
May 29, 2023
When you walked into your room
my heart was beating like a jack rabbit.
You looked at me with those provocative eyes of yours.
Then you told me “take off your blouse”
I thought I’d die. I watched your perfect lips;
how your soft pink tongue curls when you speak.
Slowly, I unbuttoned your top, even though you seemed rushed
I thought I would tease you and did it slower than time.
You said remove my skirt and I swear
my heart was in my throat.
I was staring at your legs and their perfect curves
admiring how thin your waist was. I removed your skirt.
I’m not sure how much time passed before you suggested
I remove your bra but my hands were shaking as I attempted it.
You followed with a deep vibrating voice
as you asked me to take off your nylon stockings
and you know how that turns me on
what it does to me to touch nylon.
Once that was done as if I needed further instructions
you whispered remove my panties at that point
that you said those words I will never forget.
Even now my body goes catatonic just thinking about it.
It was then you said…
At that point…
It was at that moment…
Yes, I still remember the words exactly.
It was then you said
“and don’t ever let me catch you wearing my clothes again”
Draw the embers into the wood
Stroke it like it's a three-legged stool
Blacken the charcoal of a dying fire
Fasten it to a sun swelling brighter
The object is to lick the smoking flame
Soberly thoughtful to call out His name
Should a flash shine brilliantly
With a radiant outburst of joy hotly
All about warming the frigid darkness
The ocean in which stars are as jellyfish
Will appear to the seers as Lumiere
Clearly my dear it's an Austral Hell
Toss another log into the house of Hades
Balance it on your heaven party gate
Strum the drum to conjure up the worship
The song that worms the hawthorn brush
Into its strip tease yank along
Moon moss to heavy metal music loudly
Pound the ditty along to His shouting
The anthem of a wench's wrenching
The diddly of concerted celestial voicings
Heard charring with a fire from within
The product of an incandescent spell
See that which is bright always rises twice
Conditions darken before they go black
Then Hell behaves with new eyes
And the story is told in pantomime
About a joy and how it lingered a lifetime
When Light needed a body to behold, and color to kiss,
as Darkness dreamnt to die in the dawn of depth,
when Soul lustered to lust for learning, and being learned,
as blood bespoke to bones for building a star of flesh,
when Time needed the umbrage of it's ubiquity to be understood,
the moment texture tempted touch to tease with a thousand sensations,
when laws of love sought a language to express the extremes of it's lips,
as romance rampaged through the ravishings of famished hearts,
when the seduction of sorrow made heros of loving men and women,
When Justice appealed to the instincts of intent for inscriptions of innocence,
as bravery found battle in basic questions of survival and conquest,
when war demanded a metaphor in the terror of it's diligent destruction,
as Faith found resolve in seconds small along with giant gestures,
Death singing melancholy for sympathy and Life haughty upon it's horizon,
when Angels chose to wear albatross of gold to feel the rue of rogues,
as the most perfect woman ambushed the ideals of rumored beauty,
when God wanted imagination to create immaculate reality
Poetry began, born in the instant of forever Art,
because, the only promise of a Poet, is Passion -
Dedicated to Poetry...J.A.B.
How to see the beauty,
You see through eyes that are not open.
A world so bright and colourful,
Yet with no lights, you see no hope.
The moonlight fills the air,
Now the darkness can take the night.
There's a beacon in the distance,
Which poses the question, where do we stay?
The beauty and the light
Or
The darkness and the night?
Waking with thoughts,
Your ideas are torture.
I write to clear my mind,
You punish yourself with ideals and what ifs.
I clear the landscape to find the new,
Your neglecting each side of the tale.
The horizon is clear,
Conflict is there.
So to clear my mind, should I
Speak up and fight
Or
Be open to what's right?
Smells tease my senses,
Whilst walking the same path?
New beginnings and wonder everywhere,
Blinded, confused and full of torment.
I see smiles and laughter fills my ears,
Noisy distractions for a filled mind.
With both sides within my head, do I
Stop in fear
Or
Let my fears become clear!
Choice seeks to know
Strange tact that shows
Lift lines that flow
Words in odd time
Can forge new rhymes
In mosaic chimes
This patchwork craft
Seeks mosaic draft
For a crude raft
Each author pens
A line of trend
In a new den
Words in brief sift
Add to a drift
Odds and ends lift
Weave mosaic lines
That can sound fine
In pickled brine
Words in new lease
Frame sensuous ease
In bubbly tease
If you must know
Such odd word flow
Sketch mosaic show
Verse in crisp fit
Channel odd wit
In random bits
Leon Enriquez
08 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT