Long Untame Poems

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Premium Member Falling Leaves

A trellis of leaves flutters so naturally, 
reams hanging free… timeless in a swirl
on the curving breasts of night. And they dance,
prance without restraint
onto altitudes of orbital light,
glistening through their
 russet-gold flesh…

Somehow, these leaflets enter into my 
dazzled world as if to murmur:
“We are here, but not for a long, my dear
so you must learn our celestial song ,
unfurl your wings across melodious rivers--
come dance with us ,your beauty fills…”

And my hips jut out like a riot
of dragonflies, butterflies, fireflies
towards the same aurora, draped
 in a voile-skirt's embrace; my
arms and limbs circling in shapes unknown...mysterious
as autumn's moonlit croon,

while leaves flicker into a hushed 
tempo of nightfall's revelry,
deliriously untame..


Premium Member Eye Power- a Collab With Justin

You possess me with those eyes of pyromania
a tidal wave of temptation thrashing into my need for euphoria
romanticized on appetite for agile reckoning of kiss ravishing, harnessing my hysteria,
plumed with lashes lent from love's wings, curling wet wishing
brows preened sexy mean, fur strip stiring me,
hypnotized by your hot umber rings
I learn how suspense stings
circles of crave unbuckling my brazen brandishing, 
deep set on my desire I'm unraveling for the vixen fire, heart sweating,
born from the brown of beauty's sweetest warmth
eyes that bite and suck the stress
right out of my soul's duress,
for you I go forth...

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

You possess me with those eyes of eagle blue
you use a single glance my hesitancy to unglue
soaring in the sky of my sweetened fantasy
these blue crystal orbs foretell of ecstasy

But first...the hunt...looking for prey - it's true
it's you - the Eagle
brutally brave and fiercely famished
you glide on the wind of my desire
your wings ablaze with fire
your eyes fierce, Oh, how they pierce
again and again
my inner sanctum deep
their hue puts the sky to shame
demanding passion and cravings untame
they bore deep into me
slashing bonds of inhibition free
Our eyes speak
Brown and Blue
Me and You...
in your eyes the need to seize
in mine, the need to please
yours dominate
mine capitulate
yours subjugate
mine consummate,
your eyes speak...
mine respond...Bonded, we belong
Eagle and Dove
poetry love
Our eyes speak...

A Collaboration Made From The Quills Of Justin & Eileen
Form: Epic

Premium Member Eye Power

You possess me with those eyes of pyromania
a tidal wave of temptation thrashing into my need for euphoria
romanticized on appetite for agile reckoning of kiss ravishing, harnessing my hysteria,
plumed with lashes lent from love's wings, curling wet wishing
brows preened sexy mean, fur strip stiring me,
hypnotized by your hot umber rings
I learn how suspense stings
circles of crave unbuckling my brazen brandishing, 
deep set on my desire I'm unraveling for the vixen fire, heart sweating,
born from the brown of beauty's sweetest warmth
eyes that bite and suck the stress
right out of my soul's duress,
for you I go forth...

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

You possess me with those eyes of eagle blue
you use a single glance my hesitancy to unglue
soaring in the sky of my sweetened fantasy
these blue crystal orbs foretell of ecstasy

But first...the hunt...looking for prey - it's true
it's you - the eagle
brutally brave and fiercely famished
you glide on the wind of my desire
your wings ablaze with fire
your eyes fierce, Oh how they pierce
again and again
my inner sanctum deep
their hue puts the sky to shame
demanding passion and cravings untame
they bore deep into me
slashing bonds of inhibition free
Our eyes speak
Brown and Blue
Me and You...
in your eyes the need to seize
in mine, the need to please
yours dominate
mine capitulate
yours subjugate
mine consummate,
your eyes speak...
mine respond...Bonded, we belong
Eagle and Dove
poetry love
Our eyes speak...

A Collaboration Made From The Quills Of Justin & Eileen
Form: Epic

Premium Member Eureka

Release the shelter of bare feet,
     rhinestones on big toes sparkle.
The tentacle-shine of sunwheat
     on the scrapyard-swig of river.

Like a sunflower, the mudlark
     shuts her eyes, complexion
surrenders to the sun’s spark
     as sighs rush about cool ankles.

This lackadaisical leisure lost
     to the whimsical call of wings.
Her playful ponderings defrost —
     she ponytails long cinnamon hair.

Wonders what the silt will give up
     today, muscles prepare for work out.
Long hours linger — she’s no buttercup.
     The slow rustle of water into the pan.

The seersucker-mud like a baby’s first
     shoe — she cannot wriggle out of them
and for this Eurekan-tub she thirsts.
     A simmering giggle at her search.

Tinkering with the gold dish —
     shuffling treasures in the round.
Precious stones ticklish,
     the swishing sound resplendent.

Her ancestors with wagons came,
     ready to obtain riches and lavish land,
in the cold-hearted chamber untame,
     traded ditches and shovels for pans.

Their memories roar in loss of their eyes
     in the tundra of time. What’s lost in mystery,
she hopes to find — their trinket goodbyes.
     What was the cost, for it was not her life.

Perhaps a broach of a great-great aunt —
     oh what pleasurable mint but repetition
of weeping, for surely the ghost would haunt
     but it would be a worthwhile footprint.

Her plum-warm cheeks enjoy the dive
     and swirl of her memory-seeking sojourn.
Her golden irises and vibrating fists survive
     peeking into the melodic riverbed’s thoughts.

Her tail swings with ebb and flow of seconds,
     like a cuckoo clock with precise repetition.
Surprised, the splash of a trout beckons —
     his stock contained in this friendly wave.

Up and down all day securing finds of ugly
     nails and twine, but then she finds a button.
A payday! It’s small and torn but lovely.
     Eureka! a Victorian star, a sign of life.

3/30/2020
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Collaborative Seeds, collaboration with the Silent One

Love is like fragile wings.
romance an illusion of moonlight delusions.

I recall when summer skies hypnotised,
in the pleasure of your pleasing presence,
I used to gaze at the doves of love above,
admiring their delicate reflections in your eyes.

Revealing the tempress inside you,
our butterfly hearts used to flutter,
watching our shy shadows dance,
to the rhythm of brave waves of hope.

Tribulations of time led to a 
decay within our garden,
as poisoned poetic petals,
drowned in a wild river of roses.
Now we are like a 
destitute of wildflowers,
our souls resembling moths of shame.

There is a sadness in silence,
when there is confusion 
in communication.
Tongues remain oppressed 
in misunderstanding.
When candlelight caresses 
no longer feel the same,
as misplaced moments begin to untame. 
Songs of passion we sang for us, 
escape as anthems of selfish games.

Should we muster dry conversations?
Neglect our flower garden in this storm?

Within wilting vines where 
weeping willows hide,
it's a crime that the crying 
crescent moon mirrors our stolen hours.
Specks of cosmic dusts 
refuse to unravel silver spotted dreams,
when time becomes a nightmare 
ticking beneath electric fields of scarlet.

I've lost and found you in 
diversified seasons,
as winds of evanescence 
curl empty promises into pearly shells.
Every poetic phrase you’ve 
place in my borderline mind,
no longer hydrates this 
glassy oyster heart -
will I forever remain confined
within restrained walls?

Perhaps this is just another 
beginning of an ever-glowing end.
Painted in restless nights 
from subtle strokes,
of forgotten devotion felt 
like forbidden nostalgia,
beckoning monotonous forlorn 
silhouettes to depart.

The last star shines and 
bleeds broken hopes 
in dwindling wraiths
upon love gliding 
within trifling shadows.
For, sometimes feelings 
wane like ephemeral phases
of moon-bows that seize 
every lingering last light of life,
unveiling tides of change to 
wriggle into thin fogs of grey.

Yet your clarity is forever 
framed as timeless souvenirs,
designed as fine aesthetic 
art colouring me with affection.
Forgive me, but I will 
perpetually plant loyal seeds,
so our collaborations 
continue to blossom in fresh fragrances.


A Dream

What does this resting lady?
She has done nothing but sleep lately.
She talks as she dreams.
She talks of lying on a flower bed
Trapped between two roaring streams,
With a log as a pillow for her head.

She wakes as night turns to day,
And in the morning wind the trees begin to sway.
As all the birds begin to flirt,
Two creatures emerge from the dirt;
One a smooth calm creature
The other rough, alive, and larger.

They approach her as she is caught in fright,
Because she knows not who to trust
They suddenly scream and start to fight,
All because of coveting lust,
To gain or lose the fair maiden.
Will it be the gentle or the heathen?

From their yelling she picks out names;
There is calm Sleep and Awake the untame.
Then they  quickly race toward the stream,
To get to her before she ends her dream.
They take a step then leap ,and toss
Their bodies in that river non could cross.

She knows not who to help,
As they both begin to yelp.
"Do I save calm Sleep,
And let Awake brave the deep;
Or do I save Awake,
For sleep to break."

As she debates
To choose her mate,
She grabes for calm Sleep,
And begins to sink in the flowers, deep.
This dream of hers, she never will beat;
For she chooses the same forever to repeat...

Premium Member Heaven Waits

Oh, how I come alive in pleasured zone
when passion sears my flesh, flays to bone
Euphoria soars then bursts in rainbowed hue
the universe is made of me and you

your fingers scorch me in their blazing flame
You set each longing free: unchaste, untame 
to dominate, you tie my every dream
then give and get your pleasure in extreme

we're bonded in the essence of desire
no other thought but how to quench the fire
Surrender brings release from frenzied pace
I see the glow of love here on your face

They say that heaven waits for those who love
When I'm with you I'm taken up above

Eileen Manassian
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Somewhere, deep down, I've lost myself in waters without a name

Somewhere, deep down, I've lost myself in waters without a name,
Not knowing how to swim anymore in waves of silence untame.
Breath carries me, though I no longer wish it within,
A shadow of a forgotten dream, flowing in memory's spin.
Come, pull me out from these endless dark depths tight,
You are the only one who stays, even when you're out of sight.
It's not selfishness, but a disintegration that repeats inside,
More helpless with each day that passes in silence wide.
If not for a lifetime, then at least for a few fleeting moments,
Pull me from these depths, show me how to float without torments.
Give meaning to this breath, just once, before I fade away,
Teach me to breathe in the light, to feel life again in play.
A dance of shadows beneath a starless sky's dome,
Where time dissolves in whispers that roam,
Here, where thoughts, like lost birds in flight,
Desperately seek the horizon of a new morning's light.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Colorfication- Not For Contest

I look and see your sapphire eyes ablaze
Their calm belied by flecks of amber flame
You hold me fast in passion’s ardent gaze
I dip in charcoaled irises untame

The ivory moon pulls olive curtained lace
Her beams then rest on crimson evening gown
I see desire’s play upon your face
And so you gently pull the fabric down

On scented lilac sheets you make me lie
In time you drink the dew of fuchsia rose
And as we intertwine, you hear me sigh
The pleasure of your love no other knows

A coral glow the silver night now burns
And yet our love for sweet expression yearns

Eileen Manassian

PS...it helps to read directions. Romanticism or Free Verse form. My bad, Silent One.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member She's Waiting- Alter Ego Musings

Never satisfied
she passes through the night
of my dreams
demanding expression
seething
pacing
chasing
In my every lucid thought
she speaks....

I feel her presence, and I tremble
I try in vain
to keep her tame
docile
confined
within the parameters
of my world....
defined!

Oh, but she will not obey
Must have her way
her say...
she lurks
she breathes
she waits
prowling
growling...
ever ready
to pounce
and seize me unaware
she is always
always there....

Not a moment escapes
when I don't feel her near
she reveals herself...
in the words I say
in the way I sway
in the way I play
night to day
she's there
having her way
with her helpless prey
to win?
There's no way...

Elektra
is her name
domination is her game
she knows no shame
Untame...
She stakes her claim


She lives 
I feel her moist breath on my cheek
I feel her hands make my weak
Her whisper in my ear...
I hear...
oh...so... clear...

"I'm Here....
waiting
waiting
waiting...
for full control
Not a part
but the whole...
I demand your soul...

SET ME FREE!"

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