Long Visiting Poems
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Tonight I’m in my element
I sense the power surging
To place of imminence
Taking control
I will whisper my demands
Into your soul
You will be transformed, Woman
I will make you
The Mistress of the Night
I start my transformation
By visiting your lips
I cherry stain them
I enable them to turn seductress
With a smile to beguile, I grace you
You will part them to whisper
Words that will render him weak
Helpless at your feet
I will bless your lips
Tonight I’m in my element
I will tangle my beauty in your hair
Leaving my essence in it
The virgin softness of silk
The scent of summer dreams
The strength of the bonds of love
The flowing movements of liquid passion
His hands will feel my presence
Drawn to these tresses
I will move them
To touch and caress
And at my height of domination
His hands will tug and pull
His lips taste the strands
Inhaling me…
Listen, I am Desire
I Speak
I am in my element
Let me caress your form, woman
Your skin I will soak with my wine
Spilling myself all over you
To make you sweet to his taste
His tongue will be filled with me
As his mouth takes you in and travels
To those places where I lead
For I know your form well
And what pleases you
With essence that inebrites
Your navel will hold him for a while
Until I move him to taste inside
Cherry sweetness of my smile
Opened wide
I am in my element
I am Desire
I speak
Woman,
I have visited and ravished you
You still quiver from my touch
I've empowered you
Made you a goddess
A Goddess of love
A Passion Queen
Conquer him and subjugate
For I am Desire
I demand it
Remember my name
You will cry it out in ecstasy
When you come into your glory
When I am fulfilled
I will quietly leave
Like a soft evening breeze
Until I visit you again
I now kiss your lips
Where his taste still lingers.
Eileen Manassian
First stop is the castle but we have to slide past without a sound.
King Oberon and Queen Titanic may be sleeping on the ground.
They love to frolic in the dandelions and wash their bodies in the pond.
Follow the tiny pebbled path which is most important to stay on.
Now we’re at Mommur Mushroomizers, an enchanted suburb true.
The elf-gnomes are full of berries, and which turn them startling blue.
Do not pluck any fruit from their bushes or they will promptly kill you.
It will not be personal, but it is what the Mommur Mushroomizers do.
The singing gnomes are just ahead; don’t let their frivolity fool you.
They will make a mockery of every single thing you ever say or do.
If they capture you, you will become a servant plain and simple.
You cannot enter at all if you have one freckle, blemish or a pimple.
There are many sorcerers about, so if you have magic at all,
Just know our next step is the Slipzurian Water Fall.
I have lost many newcomers in there, especially those who pout.
So if you have an invisibility cloak, honey, I suggest you pull it out.
The stores and restaurants are off limits to outsiders, I’m afraid.
This is the darkest dankest corner of Mommur’s shadow everglade.
There are alligators who could eat us in two bites, or maybe four.
Hope you'll come to visit if you survive this, so I can show you more.
After doing my author duties
Got to the pub for a futbol beauty
Liverpool Chelsea in a duel under the lights
Should go down to the final seconds I do write
But the score before I order is one nil
Hoping the Champions would be able to overcome this chill
I must say Chelsea did the early work
Even before I picked up my fork
Another half has come along
And the Reds must be feeling a little bit wrong
It had been nearly 144 minutes since they did their goal song and dance
Giving no chance for the coronavirus to advance
How up setter they could be with all this time no netter we see
Returning to the bridge Chelsea had marching orders
Having full control, no need for any confusing match related reason to sorter
Aggressive they do play
I must say
Making the English Premiere Champions earn their pay
Reds are the season star
While Chelsea works the FA Cup bar
Due to Liverpool mistakes
They must line up and show what it takes
To defend themselves from the direct kicks
Standing strong without any knowledge of sporting tricks
Hearing the little prayer, it was deflected over there
It did not go in
No need for Liverpool to call the tournament next of kin
A little later Chelsea did close the deal
Giving reality the news visiting Liverpool was not going to win a steal
Liverpool still holds the top spot in the EPL
While Chelsea realizes they are still in it as a marketing tool for the sport to sell
Nearly 188 minutes without a goal
Time to warm up using the boxer day gift of the stocking stuffer coal
But the boys in blue will continue towards the FA Cup crown
While now its time to celebrate with a night on the town.
Visiting the palace
In palace corridors the music glides throughout minds
And finds itself welcomed and ignored at the same time.
It drifts in and out like the smiles on the faces,
Which say they are happy, but there are also traces,
Of nervousness; some emotionless.
The never ending search for acceptance.
Wishing to fit in, but never able to attain a place,
For you are born below and below you will always remain;
But still you try to become more,
As you walk the beautiful palace corridors.
Never fitting in, trying to not stand out,
When all you are made to do is stand around.
Never making your way into,
So always ending up without.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
The young son came to his father…not long after his Grandpa had died…with tears still lingering in his eyes…eyes that were open wide.
“I know that Grandpa’s gone,” he said, “and at the funeral we said goodbye…but is there anyway to visit him in heaven…or do I have to wait until I die?”
“There are always visiting hours in heaven.” Dad said. “But to heaven you don’t have to climb…because heaven has made it easy to visit Grandpa…any place…at any time.”
“If you close your eyes and think about Grandpa…quickly you will see…you can visit him anytime you want…where he lives…in your memory.”
“And if you ever have a question for him…here’s what you need to do…ask your question…close your eyes…listen…Grandpa will answer you.”
“You see, heaven is not just the place people go when from this world they depart…I believe each of us has a little piece of heaven…right here…inside our heart.”
“It’s the way we were created…the way we were designed…it’s where those we love, before they go, leave a piece of themselves behind.”
“And when we want to visit them…this moment…or long after they have died…we only need to close our eyes…think about them…and take a look inside…”
“Look inside your heart…right now…that’s what I’m going to do…that’s where you’ll find your Grandpa…waiting patiently for you.”
Dad held his son’s hand in his…said, “lose your eyes”…and with their fingers interlaced…
“Hi Dad!”
“Hi Grandpa!”
You could hear them whisper…
as a smile lit up each face.
I had my first glimpse of her from the sandy beach,
her silhouette painted on the sky's canvas of peach
The regal double-mast brigantine, sailing out to sea
Upon waves she rode, full glory not yet at apogee
But whence the wind, her sails would be unfurled,
she'd glide quickly over waters, crested and curled
Fully hoisted and billowing in flowing trade winds,
chased by dolphins, breaking surface with dorsal fins
I longed to be a mariner aboard her quarterdeck
visiting foreign ports along the journey I would trek
Hearing tall tales the sailors were bound to embellish
Her crew was setting sail on a voyage I would relish
I yearned to stand at the helm; salt spray on my face
Memories of such an adventure I'd cherish and embrace,
on a vessel sailing between the sea and the stars
But I sit in the shallows, enviously watching from afar
say hello to jane
she used to like potato pancakes
now she is fighting to stay alive
i just made her smile today with her Blue Bo Bear
something about the way she looks into B3's eyes
it is like God encouraging her by reassuring her that He is there
jane then looks at me with a soft smile, waves at me with gratitude, and points at her heart
i wave my hand back and whisper 'anytime and always'
then i say hello to jane
she just laughs at me safely as i accept a B3 kiss
i then surprise her with a makeshift potato pancake picture book
she then writes me a note on a piece of paper
i laugh heartily at the words 'this is better than dr. seuss and curious george combined!'
after a few hours, i am told visiting hours are over
however, instead of saying goodbye to jane, i say Hello
she tilts her head to the side in confusion
before i leave i say to her 'a little inspiration for tomorrow'....
Set free from my bones I am one with Jesus.
Evading the end I pray to my father above and Trust in Jesus as my savior.
Knitting skies to the spine I sent the clouds into my mind.
Walking on water my master did that I am bowing to him and Trusting in his Grace.
Faith is trusting in what we cannot see and believing in hopes promised to us from above.
My King will return this I am sure.
Shadow boxing the thunder brothers in my dreams I am safely home with Jesus.
Reading Paul's words I am convinced he spoke the words of God.
Love will win this cosmic battle I know Love will win.
Autumn is my doggy she is with Jesus now in my mind. Buddy too and Legacy my kitten.
Dad Is with Jesus too and his dad and my moms parents too and all who pass I believe go to Jesus.
How can a baby be lost we are all once babies before God.
Love must win we must get a great amazing ending right?
Trust in Jesus always Trust in Him forever.
Love is inside of my heart everyone is coming home.
Big Family reunion we will no longer mourn.
Death will be defeated when He brings us all home together.
I love you Jesus thank you for being my best friend I never deserved a friend as good as you thank you so much for visiting me in my dreams all these years. Please never leave me Jesus you are my one True God. I Praise you Jesus for such amazing dreams of hope and even the nightmares that make cling to you all the more. Anna is my friend from forever too.
A dozen fine flats, exalting the worthy architect
but numbers 14 and 15 are proving to be dangerous coordinates
where females strangle each other to chase away oxygen.
The first displays every massive shopping as a loud orchestra,
on the wall of the second is the painted story of her marital snug
powerful automobile is acquired just to shrug off her old status
the other does same but of different colour to water this rivalry.
Openly kisses husband in a dramatic display to flower her marriage
the other flaunts her kids door to door who beats three ratio one.
Birthdays and anniversaries, celebrated twenty times in a year,
the marathon never ends until self is far better than the next,
forceful inheritance of sin, as the children become verbal warriors
continuous exchange of boiling gossips just to tarnish the other.
Saturated is the community, the atmosphere is in need of clearance
married women throwing away the simplicity of life.
Wearing many unfit caps to show off and puzzle the eyes of culture,
yet their husbands dine together, cheerfully visiting the same bar.
Honestly, I've often thought I am too easily contented.
Is not contentment a commodity the world has too little of?
But surely, this world would be much poorer without dreamers.
I cannot honestly say that I've been much of a dreamer.
And I cannot say that I ever really wanted very much.
But there are 'want-to-things' that I've not done yet.
Early on, I saw what I wanted and went after it.
If I concluded that it wasn't for me, I moved on.
Was my 'want to' too weak to support the dream?
Maybe I'm only musing or thinking out loud.
I've dreamed of visiting with the Amish people.
Is it really a dream of mine or a passing thought?
Either way, it's something I'd love to do;
But I haven't yet.
I've dreamed of tracing my family roots.
Technology has made such reality simple enough;
But I haven't yet.
I've dreamed of publishing my book.
It's not very costly, and I have so much content;
But I haven't yet.
053123PSCtest. Regina McIntosh
Contest Name: Dreaming