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I'm dressed to the nines, do I look fine, Defiantly not demure.
I see you on the dance floor a picture glamour, in fact to die for,
I'm mesmerised as you dance by, a portrait of lissome grace,
just one of your smiles could cure all the worlds wiles, a panacea for the human race.
The mellifluous sound in the background makes me want to get on that dance floor
As I join the dance floor and for sure Im the cynosure of the rooms attention.
I ask to dance, and you say yes ,that's me ineffable for the rest of the night.
You're not an ingénue girl, as you send me wild with the moves of a temptress
That dance will last in sempiternal, your the prettiest I have ever seen
The disco lights reflect of that dress and the sequins shine with a chatoyant lustre
Then you turn round, and without a sound you disappear into the night .
the story of my life lol
oh …
how I’ve dreamed of you -
sultry mistress to the sun's ire …
dappled and coy amid the palms, a-sway
your eyes of the gloaming’s
vault shimmering with the Milky Way …
Luna, red as rouge to
blush your cheek of sacred sand -
dune drifts, the waves of
your golden tresses …
you …
a flawless gem, shimmering
cut and polished with care and perfection to
sunder the sunlight into rainbows -
to focus the best energies and
acumen of humankind
and seed an oasis orchid with a
bloom, exquisite and rare …
oh proud are you
jumeirah, jadhab and mutheer ...
soon and sure
we shall woo each other -
you, Princess of the Arabian Desert
me, fool for your fevered wiles
tempted from afar …
you, immodest and lush
with such lavish loins of excess
arms of extravagance, beckoning me
decadent, seductive …
warm, endless summer night
whispering fancies …
take good care, my heart
the soft echos of its dire drumming have
yet returned from the firmament
final pulses not abounding ...
but the rhythm it
hereafter composes is graciously
sacrificed for your admiration …
offered up to your dream -
sweet song of your gilded breeze …
the aria of my tawny, torrid temptress ...
DUBAI.
~ For His Highness Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum and the people of Dubai ~
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 21, 2017
* this is a form I created called “Deductiva” *
Let me tell you a story…
A story about life, where Solitude gracefully glides into the room, wearing a loose fitting gown, draping her curvaceous form. Piously she takes her place at the table of life, she is surrounded by Faith, Hope, Despair, Vision, Reality, and Fantasy. Furtive Destiny is seated at the head of the table, shrouded in mystery.
Faith is subdued, radiant, gracious and kind. Her reassuring smile gives life and courage to Hope. They share a unique friendship, if either of them departs, the other becomes reclusive.
Hope shines in the spotlight with Faith. She dazzles with magic tricks; lighthearted yet fragile. She holds her breath so often I fear one day she may not catch it. Optimistic Faith, reminds Hope to breathe in and breathe out.
Despair, clad in a dark cloak; averts his sullen glassy eyes. His temerity threatens and blind sights the spirit of Faith and Hope; vulnerable and frightened they reach out to Vision.
Vision is creative, casting Faith and Hope in life’s productions; drawing back the curtain of blindness, revealing hopeful possibilities.
Reality, a disciplinarian. He is strong and terse; building strength on the bedrock of truth. Discerning facts, sorting out fiction.
Fantasy, a flighty temptress, playfully teases Reality who becomes uncomfortable; secretly he admires her, especially when Destiny leaves the room.
Destiny holds the key to life’s fate. Confident and at times unforgiving; she never plays favorites. Wise, with the knowledge she solely possesses the power of our tomorrows. Reality is her soulmate, keeping a harmonious balance. There is talk they are involved, but Destiny does not reveal her private life.
Date: April 19, 2022
For: Form N - Narrative - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Life
Grammar verified on P.S. Grammar check
Placed 1st in contest
"Because you've deepened the conviction in my soul. I am woman.” Ray Burton
Restful repose.
Seemingly without clothes,
Yet adorned with a quilt.
Serene, no concerned guilt.
Appearing to slumber.
Six women in number,
Or is it just one
In stages til life’s done?
Woman, slyly awake and alert.
Wiles of a temptress she'll assert.
The delicate virgin surrounded by flowers.
Buds turn to blooms as do woman’s powers,
Becoming full and plentiful.
The Painting acts as a sentinel.
Through the ages, she loves and will reproduce,
By gentle round contours her body will induce.
Creating splendid sensuality,
She possesses untold morality.
Depicting an older woman back to the virgin so grounded.
Her gown in purple and blue the maiden is surrounded.
Fertile spirals depicted swirling in reverse,
Showing ever changing woman, in the universe.
Rumors
In the celestial coffee shop at Beetle juice street
where the usual crowed of chatty spirits meet
those fallen one’s at they latest rumors
while others flattering with giggle humors
oh firmament of caffeine and all other ine
every bodies foamy concubine
they said I will be coming around
sometime poetic sometimes loud
pushing buttons where are non
better take some sweet muffins for the run
chasing more hilarious firmaments that shine
then not everything needs to rhyme
but days will come and memories slap your face
let me hold you there by your tempting little lace
every rumor has its element of fact
the endorphin riddled body is not intact
o delicious soul senses
temptress of my dependence
bitter smell of roasting beans and chocolate
universe of mental apparate
do not led to temptation
hope I have in reservation
She came from eden the dark temptress,
Left Him behind and went her own way,
caught by the demons who back then,
soon she joined them and led them astray.
They said she was evil with a dark soul,
Spawned by the demons beneath the world,
Strong was her mind knew what she wanted,
No man would control or abuse her
Told by the angels to be subject and ruled,
They tried to paint her as a black force.
Saying she was evil with a dark soul,
spawned by the demonsbeneath the world.
Left the valey of the fertile plain left it behind,
New life she started beneath the mountains tall,
Rumours grew of her power and strength,
Her legacy will last for a millenia or two.
They said she was evil and walked with the dark,
They feared and avoided her as she sang in their heads
i was sitting at the tree of your life
the good of woman not being a wife
but a temptress deceatful into sin
and her slyness always would grant her a win
if you but only saw
that the beauty that creature bore
was nothing in comparison to her tounge
with lies she concocted she had the most fun
her body was designed to nurture and care
but when honesty was needed none would be there
that was when i saw that which he called man
he had strength and muscular beauty within his hand
his design so aerodynamic and a core
of muscle, strength was his to bore
yet his mind was only one in place
and the head the picture of the snake
that spit the poisoned seed to bear
millions of sinners everywhere
so that God would be needed more
than only to provide them with chores
He would be needed to save them from sin
a place of flames called hell within
and thus set it up always to win
a sickly power game of solitaire
with solicitors strewn everywhere
then he chose one son to love and one to kill
so he would his cup of wrath fulfill
that murderer lives within us all
hate was the cause for mans murderous fall
thats why sin was allowed to exist in the first place
the answer was always there in our face
he wanted not only to be a provider
of all but a saviour too
that what was desired
2023/12/15 03:43 pm
In the realm where darkness veils the night,
There exists a temptress, an enchanting sight.
A succubus, she dances with allure,
Her gaze ignites passions, mysterious and pure.
Her eyes, twin flames, flicker with desire,
Drawing souls close, setting hearts afire.
With every step, she weaves a bewitching spell,
Her presence a captivating, irresistible swell.
She roams the shadows, a creature of the night,
Feeding on desires, turning wrong to right.
Her touch, a velvet caress upon the skin,
Seducing mortals, embracing them within.
Beneath the moon's soft glow, she spreads her wings,
An ethereal beauty, as temptation sings.
Her voice, a melody, luring hearts astray,
In her embrace, the lost souls forever sway.
But beware the depths of her enchanting game,
For beneath the facade, darkness hides its flame.
She takes what she desires, leaves empty hearts behind,
A succubus, an embodiment of pleasures undefined.
Yet, perhaps, there's more to her enigmatic guise,
A longing for love, buried deep within her eyes.
A soul once pure, now lost in shadows' art,
Seeking solace in the embrace of a wounded heart.
Her succubus nature, a burden she must bear,
Caught in a dance between passion and despair.
Yearning for redemption, for a love to mend,
A chance to break free from the chains that suspend.
So, in the tapestry of night, she dances on,
A captivating succubus, forever torn.
A tragic figure, both temptress and prey,
Her story whispered in the night, but never to betray.
You had a living angel
Within your arms easy grasp
Ministering to your needs
While hoping your love would last
She tried to fill your whole life
With the joy of heaven’s light
It brought sweet gentle solace
To every tormented night
You had a guarding angel
Who’d gladly die in your place
She fluttered all around you
Planted kisses on your face
You had a faithful angel
Who’d enfold you in her wings
She soothed away all your pain
With the little songs she’d sing
But you longed for the devil
With those sparkling eyes of lust
With tight figure hugging clothes
And you broke your angel’s trust
For naughty is much nicer
Than loving serenity
You lied to her angel face
Tasted infidelity
You broke your little angel
Sorrow glistened in her eyes
She burned in fires of hell
Set off by all of your lies
Heartbroken, she flew away
And the temptress took her place
But when you make love to her
You will see the angel face
Eileen Manassian Ghali
A year has passed but not July’s shiver,
the bed is warm and in the air a chill
yet it’s not the cold that makes me quiver
but the eros of our winter idyll.
All is bright, and I between God and you,
the kookaburra is in the willow,
and honeyeaters in the honeydew
flitter as I lay your breast and pillow.
She is up and rising at the cockcrow,
her slumber over, her allure begun -
she comes to me parting her wet furrow
and I am inside the gates of heaven!
All else forsaking at dawn’s early light
I lay smitten from our midwinter night.
Kid, you mean and are everything to me
and I do love the stars in Cotton Tree.
You are my morning and evening star,
sweet temptress to the unexplored heart -
girl, all I need is to be where you are
and never know what woe it is to part.
That matrix of life and morning glories -
that corona from sunup to sundown
and brightest of all celestial bodies,
my lips desiring its luminous crown.
All else forsaking at dawn’s early light
I lay smitten from our midwinter night.
Kid, you mean and are everything to me
and I do love the stars in Cotton Tree.
So we are in our beguiling sublimed
by a divine ordinance or blessing,
but visceral love, like a woman’s mind,
keep mortal men eternal guessing.
Written: July 1998