I was awakened by the cuckoo
inexorably lusciously jeweled
and to a bobcat pantingly passing
enlivened ashton spirits
beauteous unfruitful rhythmic
respite
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 7–13, 2026)
When will the sky sing to the abandoned arcs of my sonnets?
They remain subtle, yet soul-stolen by the sea of stone,
Could those storms stitch the sublime shimmer sinking through,
Silent yet sudden, secretly sensational,
I’ll play the rays you lusciously left longing for this momentum,
Breathing brassy beams barely breakable by the blades of the blaze,
Teach me the tunes of your truth,
Call me into your chaos with my delusions,
Kiss me when the sun sleeps,
Wear me as the moon dreams,
Hold the crying clouds over the vengeance of our vulnerabilities,
The furious fall is further than we dare speak of,
Let your bones bear the crown I seek to bestow,
For the bolted iron ornaments house the hologram of my ebony emerald enchantments.
"May is the month of expectation,
the month of wishes, the month of hope."
- Emily Brontë
Come, May... stay lusciously grand
Let tunes of hope croon to me ,
My wishes held by your blooms
Leaves aglow winging carefree
Promise me...month's jubilee.
Allow breezes their gentle rolls
Dreams rising on dappled shore,
An enchantment blest by time
Answered prayer...like before ;
When spring endows season's lore!
"Americano"
filter-dripped
watered down
weak coffee
artificial
the mood
steaming diluted
swings lower, unfilling;
the wanting
lusciously dark
hot to the tongue
more rapid
complex in richness
animated
scalding and sharp
Expresso
piercing arrow
shoots straight to the heart.
Candide Diderot. ‘25
I love fat cat city, I fit in so incredibly well!
This song was sung by Poindexter, friend from the dell.
Here it is okay to have lusciously large thighs and hips
We make fun of the teeny tiny cats unfed on ships
I love fat city, where big fluffy toms dwell and pants aren’t creased
Poindexter gave himself a savvy mirror sneak look, and he was pleased
This is the place I had been looking for my entire life.
A place to find a Rubenesque rounded curvy doxy of a wife.
A Summer’s Day
The mighty Sun was shining bright,
The skies are blue, and the clouds
white,
On lusciously green grass, picnics on
blankets spread out wide,
Under trees, everyone sat side by
side,
With children eating ice cream dripping
all over their chins,
While others soak up the warmth of
Summer’s sun on their skins.
Adults and children playing in the park without care or fear,
Their friendly fights and echoes of
laughter filled the air,
Oh, what happiness and joy this time
of year brings,
Days long and bright offer
opportunities for doing so many fun
things,
As the day ends, Summer Sunset
spreads a beautiful glow,
Encouraging you to relax and reflect
as thoughts gently flow,
Oh, what a Blessing to share in the
gift of Summer’s grace.
And to willingly surrender and enjoy
the warmth of its embrace.
by Zyrool
A shadow crossed the room
in the corner of my awareness
A cloud outside somewhere, probably,
but for an instant, I thought that motion was you.
Thoughts of you are casually intrusive.
Maybe you’d crawled into my luggage - and hidden.
There’s a complex birthday candle wish.
Desire owes no deference to logic
When I think of you, my tummy becomes warm satin and I know,
that in your hands, I could be boneless and lusciously obedient.
For a while, anyway.
I remember us at the beach, lounging in deep parasol shade,
how your tanned skin glistened with tiny beads of sweat
and your endless legs stretched out like a centerfold’s.
Or you pulling me up out of the pool, one-handed, effortlessly,
with enough force that I briefly flew, and how you’d gently guide me down.
“What are you doing?” I’m virtually slapped out of my erotic fantasy, by Lisa, who’s standing, exasperated, sandaled toes tapping, purse in hand.
“Daydreaming,” I answered weakly, as I jumped up to get myself ready.
Has it only been four days since I left you?
I already feel tragically underheld.
.
.
A song for this:
Ain't it a shame by The B-52s
Locked Inside by Janelle Monáe
From this far, my heart
fair far from here near to her thus she
Will know no other love
I touch her with the touch of such
A Master! Be leary my dear see I say
What comes after? Laughter?
Year and year she sustains all of
Her loving dilligent mannerisms.
She of today? How so much she
Cherishes me. Oooh. My adoration
Keeps me in disbelief! Then I keep
My caresses tender with my care
I appreciate every ever eternal inch
Of her! Lusciously she is all of
Sumptuously delightful so succulent
Supreme aaah I love how I love to love
Her and she sprawls across my
Existence excellently! Soft tenderly
A sensational lovely aberration?
I deem a dream I have dreamed?
A phantom I can not phanthom?
SHE IS REAL! I feel her she feels me.
A reality I can see. Aaaah! Naked
Surprise nothing except beauty in
My sight then there here's the love
Love love mon amour my love gently
My specialty. I ADORE YOUR EVERYTHING!
Mon amour mon amour mon amour
My dove my love you more. My dove
I love love to love my dear rare FLARE
I care a FLAME I have CLAIMED
RARE RARE SHE....! I ADOOORE!
VBR Black Panther
Why I adore thee o beautiful?
Are you my soul-mate graceful?
When you walk gyrating thy waist
I just compose all verses best
Thy skin flaunts a glow gorgeous
Letting me to be just vivacious
Magnificent muse you’re comely
Charming and lusciously lovely
Cascadic hair thine compete
With the Niagara Falls I bet
Such a lavish lady love-some
If added to me o what a sum..!
My joy will know no bounds
I verse on you in mounds..!!
Velvety
Soft and lusciously sweet
Roses dote on the blush of your lips
Exquisite
Pearls of dew on a web
Spiders envy your silken tresses
Enchanting
Are the trills of songbirds
Larks revere your melodious voice
Mesmeric
A flowing waterfall
Love cascades within your wistful eyes
2/17/21 ~ Images in Parallel Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
LIMERICKS
Lear we are told devised
Limericks long ago
Little rhymes of five lines
Letting laughter lines flow
Lusciously lewd ones
Less crude but demur ones
Leaving a happy glow
22nd October 2020
Pleiades 3 contest
Sponsor - Joseph May
A lusciously endowed beauty in a skimpy bikini
Makes me flip out, twirls the propeller on my beanie
A crossing of my eyes
Can't focus though I try
Movement is limited from my tiny zucchini
Lusciously lemon-like, luxuriously lick able and lovely.
Flourishing flaky forever fantasized cool, crispy, crust.
Sitting succulently, sending salivating signs impossible to ignore.
I sliced you into six pieces this time, rather than eight.
I am too hungry to have just a tiny bit; I need the whole thing.
Uh-oh. The meringue stealer is coming. I thrust you into a cabinet.
When she goes back upstairs, we will have our time together.
Just you and me. I am grateful for your sacrifice, my love.
The she I am talking about is eight, and looking for something.
I thought we had pie, she says. We don’t, I lie.
I am not about to share you, my love. No worries.
Only my tongue and teeth will violate you tonight.
A world without you means I cannot see
your sweet sweet smile or beautiful brown eyes
fixated with such happiness on me
as if I were, for you, a precious prize.
It means I cannot touch your gorgeous face
or let my fingers linger on your cheek
as leaning into you, I start to trace
your honeyed mouth, which does not need to speak,
for all I want to do is kiss those lips
with lusciously deliberate delight
as twilight's sun behind the mountain slips
and I am left with holding you all night!
I know a world without you means all this
because for years now, I've not known such bliss.
May 29, 2020
for JCB Burl's "A World Without You" Poetry Contest
I smell the lushness; I smell green,
and what I see around me is a scene
where I’d expect to hear seclusion’s hush.
Instead, I hear the sound of water’s rush.
Sweet water’s rush, like nature’s symphony
is endlessly cascading lusciously!
So fresh I want to taste it on my tongue -
this endless stream of dewy diamonds flung
to rocks below, creating a white mist.
How many eons have these rocks been kissed
by virgin droplets of this waterfall?
I breathe serenity, soothed by it all.
Sept. 14, 2019 for Eve Roper's Picturesque Poetry Contest
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