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This poem is being distributed under terms
laid down by galactic conventions of amorous angels.
By breaking the seal on my lips, you agree to be bound
by the following conditions: you will frantically search for perfection
in love and end up a snack for worms; you will never regain
that gemlike slumber in the universal womb
which is the only thing worth having; you will waste your existence
in howling pursuit of the phantoms of desire,
which will suck you dry as you ravenously feed on them.
No warranty, expressed or implied, is being made
that you will conquer cities of moonlit enchanted towers,
or bask in the homage of rajahs with perfumed beards,
or drowse in voluptuous pomp of erotic temples,
or be otherwise enabled beyond necessity.
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The Danish Mermaid
The famous mermaid of Denmark we know well
a grey figure, the color of seals with breasts
That was not seen as a threat to anyone's sensibility
I have described the old mermaid, I didn't know
There was a new one, whose large, sexy **** had
caused uproar among the female population in
the democratic kingdom of Denmark
The spokesperson for women claims that women
do not look that voluptuous and want the statue
removed from public display, shielded from eyes
of lust of men who know what, 22 years old
looks like in hushed evening light
The women of power who run the charming land
have prudish tendencies and will not upset their
sisters showing what a young woman looks like
sexy and full of life
What movement, what visual rhyme and grace ...
I have watched the old willow on my grand-father's farm
Sway in a summer breeze, sweeping the grasses with a soft movement
As sublime as the bow of a master cellist ...
I have rested in a hammock in the afternoon breath of the Caribbean,
Scents carried from the African plains to mix with sugar cane and brine,
Rocking me gently off to slumber in a flawless to-and-fro ...
I have been mesmerized by the perfect sweep of the pendulum
On my parents' grandfather's clock, the rhythmic back-and-forth of a child
On a swing, the tick-tock of a music metronome ...
The sweet up-and-down of a rolling ocean tide, the swooping flight of a
Pileated Woodpecker, the slow-falling drift of a winter snowflake, and the
Proud waving of my country's distinctive flag in the wind ...
But never in my many years on this Earth, have I beheld anything that
Compares with the flawless, hypnotizing, provocative, heat-generating,
Rhythmic dynamism and undulation ... of your voluptuous hips.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Swagger" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
Discretion tells me I should turn my eyes away,
but with mouth agape I cannot help but gaze
upon the heart arresting beauty now before me.
Why does she not shy away or attempt to conceal
the ravishing bouquet of her all from my stare?
How could she not notice me just standing there?
Does she not see me or does she simply not care?
She's a vision sightless eyes would yearn to see,
a goddess beyond the scope of man's conception.
Her flowing sparkling auburn hair whispers
eloquently to her beauty in the warm breeze
occasionally hiding one of a huge pair of
opulent all to consuming brown eyes.
Her visually captivating voluptuous body
would anguish a master Renaissance artist
for no brush strokes or mixture of oils
could quite capture the essence of her design.
Those perfectly shaped succulent milky white...
Oh! Why does that accursed demon's tormenting ring
always awaken me just before I get to the best part.
I bet your beds comfy,
I imagine it smells of flowers and vanilla,
Or just the smell of clean,
And you have pillows,
Big soft voluptuous pillows,
And sheets,
Clean sheets.
I could sleep forever in a bed like that,
Literally forever,
And I bet you don’t even think about it,
Because it’s just a bed to you,
And it is,
Id probably cry if I could climb into like that everyday,
I’d cry if I could climb in for one day,
An hour or two,
The comfort would be amazing but -,
probably too comfortable for someone like me,
I’m used to the cardboard thats under me,
And Im quite attached to the bag that I sleep in,
Even the smell settles me,
And trust me when I tell you -
It’s not flowers or vanilla !
The noises of the night are my lullabies,
And the crisp cut of the cold keeps me alert,
Keeps me safe,
You probably wouldn’t understand,
But I’m glad of that,
A bed would be nice,
The comfort would be nicer,
But it’s the home that it’s in that makes it special,
A comfy bed - that’s safe, in a house,
A home,
Secure,
Free from the fear of a random threat,
That’s why you can sleep so well in your comfy bed,
Because your safe,
Because your free to sleep,
Where as my sleep can cost me dearly,
If I fall asleep I can lose the little that I have,
Even the shoes off my feet,
If I fall asleep I could be woken with a kick or a punch,
If I fall asleep,
I might not wake up at all,
So your bed is comfy and would be nice,
But it’s the fact you can sleep freely which is special,
So treasure your bed,
Enjoy your sleep,
And be thankful for your freedom.
I’m not jealous ,
I wouldn’t wish my situation on anyone,
I don’t even wish it on myself but I accept it,
If I fought it I wouldn’t be here now.
All I ask is that -
Next time you see a homeless person,
Remember a little kindness goes along way.
Life’s a funny bugger -
There was a time when I had a comfy bed,
In a nice loving house,
There was a time when I would look at the homeless I passed in the street,
Never once imagining that the cardboard mattress next to them was reserved for me
So sleep well good people,
Treasure what yo have because time is fleeting,
Good fortune is a gift,
When you climb into your bed tonight,
Stop for a second to appreciate it,
Just ..... appreciate it for me,
Because I can’t.
Not right now anyway,
But hey -
It is what it is.
‘When will I be free from this stuff
To kiss your suave skin
And to feel the high winds pretty rough
From a gale from your deep green?’
It is the park beside the hospital
Bill is speaking to
Has undergone a surgery cervical
From his bed the green square is a marvelous view
A big marigold hugs a voluptuous Zenia bunch
Under the blue light and in green breeze
A rare orgasmic avalanche
And the Beech and Larch engaged in a squeeze
‘I wish I could be with you
O my happy children there’
The moment a whistle loudly blew
Bill almost jumped in the air
The cute nurse smiled a little
And said: It’s a good balm sir
For the aching souls in riddle
Look at the lavenders calling there
Ah, how in my youthful days I
Would visit daily the neighborhood park
Upon the green ground we would lie
And wait for the bushes in dewy dark
Bill’s eyes met the tinted fountain
There at the distant center
After sundown it’s a night queen
Beside it a small mountain
The soaring green spirits of trees
The music of the whistling birds
The clouds above in shaping spree
Just speechless leaves it all of us
Parks are our wonderful friends
The poetry of park never ends
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February 17, 2016
I
by chance of chance in spark I love her soul;
Lights in her essence her presence embrace
Voluptuous sweet vessel her so, whole;
Curvaceous molded induced bitter taste
gathered ladle in golden crystal bowl;
It is so as sown now as it be of core;-
Embrace whereso'er I dismay,
Be humble so pray,
The things which I've done I not do no more.
II
Hope that isn't denied by my faith
Deiminase by those the things that can't wait
The Moon doth with insight
Look round her when the heavens are care;
Waters on a starry wrongs to right
Proper and majestic so share;
Brilliants sees O so the lights so burst;
But yet blinded, where'er I chose,
Darkness encapsulates a glory from my birth.
1/4/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Deep infatuation resides in my mind.
Silent,
can't find the words.
She is run-way model fine.
Men stand,
organized in line.
Spitting their "game"
but,
I believe I am the guy..
She focuses on me,
I'm across the room.
Jack & Coke in hand.
I can smell her "Love Spell" perfume.
Much competition looms.
Consuelo, the queen bee,
the male spirit she'll consume.
I approach,
her eyes never leave.
She has been taunting me.
Her eyes a deep green.
Coke bottle figure, voluptuous,
her blouse busting at the seams.
I am instantly in "lust"
Can she be what I need?
Jared Pickett
11/28/09
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Chirpiwoman
is brisk and smart
And lovely strong
Where they laugh in throng
And they dance and sing
And are sometimes wrong
And you cannot outguess these sprites
of Chirpiwoman
They shine their lights
They are so sound
They have their rights
Voluptuous and round
They are sharp, hey!
What do you say?
What can you think?
Brought to the brink
in Chirpiwoman
The eager ones
Are big and bold
Ready to dance
Not quickly sold
And they will sing
Like others ring
And they’ll say amen
in Chirpiwoman
Love is a hoax
Reserved for blokes.
Reserved for blokes
In our female kingdom
Reserved for blokes
‘til the beasts grow long
Love may come true
to Chirpiwoman
Chirpiwoman
is brisk and smart
And lovely strong
Where they laugh in throng
And they dance and sing
And are sometimes wrong
And you cannot outguess these sprites
of Chirpiwoman
*Image of Red Moon by Gifer.
Luna Dreams
Fair myth faintly draped sweet tongues, disrobe moist lips.
Voluptuous softness laud splashed scripts,
decors solicitous themes.
Legendary streams...
lissome tune,
dreams,
cast hints, swoon,
splitting well-worn seams,
illuminates striking beams.
Phantasmagoric lunar eclipse,
fair myth faintly draped sweet tongues, disrobe moist lips.
*The Andaree was created by our very own Andrea Dietrich, it has a syllable count of 11-9-7-5-3-1-3-5-7-9-11, and a rhyme scheme of "AabbcbcbbaA" and Line 1 is repeated in line 11. It is to be centered.
2020 July 11
*2nd Place*
Andaree - 11 Lines
~~Joseph May: Judged 2020 July 18