i …
swim you ...
like a river, wild
feral flesh, fiery ... merged
my press to your moans and motion
clasped in warm rapture
minds, mouths, mids
emotions spin
like sugar into cotton candy
the Stylistics float, dreamy -
musical hooka smoke that swirls
moody tendrils that wrap us, sexy, smooth
i surge to your source
touch and taste and twist and tickle
timing all with prurient precision
to free your flood
your legs about me, demanding
nails burning sensual glyphs on my back
you kiss my tongue like sweet, tender fruit
then devour -
it, me, my sanity ... my selves, desires
"murder me," i whisper, moving deep ... forceful
"please" ... begging
for my will is no longer ...
my own.
Categories:
mids, analogy, passion, sensual,
Form: Free verse
Abreast over the sunrise light
these dawning daunting promises
I confess I will be blessed as I confess
Confess my love for you as the sky is ever true
Forlorn I come so in sight
As a moonbeam in midsummer's night
9/4/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
mids, addiction, adventure, analogy,
Form: Free verse
O what light;
Shines ever bright;
At mids night;
The star of David;
3/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
mids, analogy, endurance, imagery, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
i swim you ...
like a river, wild
feral flesh, fiery ... merged
my press to your moans and motion
clasped in warm rapture
minds, mouths, mids ...
emotions spin
like sugar into cotton candy
the Stylistics float, dreamy ...
musical hooka smoke that swirls
moody tendrils that wrap us, sexy ... smooth
i surge to your source
touch and taste and twist and tickle
timing all with prurient precision
to free your flood
your legs about me, demanding
nails burning sensual glyphs on my back
you kiss my tongue like sweet, tender fruit
then devour ...
it, me, my sanity ... my selves, desires
"murder me," i whisper, moving deep ... forceful
"please" ... begging
for my will is no longer ...
my own.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Completely New (2) Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
mids, love, metaphor, passion, sensual,
Form: Free verse
The Bowman's Shaft
Solo archer gathers mist of amour clouds, dipping venturous arrow tips in a veiled concocted potion, drowning its mettle in a whimsical bliss of a dreamt liquefied mirage that defines the elixir,
Cupids errant arrow is liberated openly o'er the arc of a rainbow, exuberantly hunting its e'er sought Terra, whereto, it scarcely flutters passed feathered twain turtledoves,
Trifle off-track as projected, titillating a canine whose tail waggles unceasingly as its tongue laps remarkable welcoming faces,
Then piercingly redefines a right-angle course, that mids passionately, a well-managed bramble with shoots flowering in vivid red velvets,
Calculably sailing o'er gray-haired couple, whose one hand hugging canes and their free hands locking each other,
Promised target a fused-kissed envelope proffering treasured eloquence of, Missing You, in numerous expressions, introducing assorted confidences perceived by yearning intrepid bluish eyes whose heart grows e'er fonder.
2019 November 04
*2nd Place*
Metaphor of Love
~~Bobby May
Categories:
mids, i love you, i
Form: Free verse
"1...2...3... Abracadabru, Please and Thank You!
Let The Light Turn...Green!"
Seven is a whole passel Max, not Mid,
But never shirk you did, never asked for a Bid,
Never also, we would not, you be Rid,
One O'Them, Rusty, the third floor Kid,
Lindsey was "Heart & Soul" 'til her digits did Skid,
The Rob, Brave Knave, yet 'neath a shore table Hid,
Kristie the Red "Incred" to Lee lovingly Slid,
Jen the Wren, Rambunctious Doer, her Rick Did,
Hilary, numbered John, even Lamp Lids,
Nori Pooh Bear gymnast, flipped Tom's Id,
Seven is a Duo, and How!, Plus a Quid,
All by Wooden Spoon marched, like navy Mids,
Your Caesars cut us 7 from rough Burlap
"Veni, Vici, Vids"
Written to demonstrate that post-stroke I could still write verse on Mother's Day
that was 7 yrs. ago
Categories:
mids, brother, childhood, family, mom,
Form: Rhyme
As the night sky began to dim
And u really want to commit a sin
That sex instinct kick in
In this youth and time not having sex is like committing a crime
The pleasure and please make you lose your mind
Its like taking a sip of some fine wine
At times it lead to bad things
But yet we try to get a early fling
Its like a young bird with broken wing
Sex in the mids of absence
Sex is like an addiction
Not having it won't give you redemption
But the crave will leave you reluctant
Categories:
mids, addiction, for teens, lust,
Form: Rhyme
Lines being drawn in the sand
When will we ever live to understand
How do you all live without God
As you travel each day in this earthly sod
Can't even cope when
Society Insanity
you have a fight with the soap on a rope
God gave and he takes away
So learn how to behave
Society lives for self to please
They keep spreading their deadly disease
They can't help you cause
They can't even help themselves
Evil mids which plug destruction
Sorcercing there brain washed minds
With tempers of fire
Blown up with full desire
Searching for truth out of a garbage can
Blind leaders of the blind
Soon will fall into a ditch
Living dangerous getting delirious
This much i confess
Society insanity in there own eternity
Categories:
mids, anxiety, art,
Form: Free verse
"
Colourful Dream
I wear your star within my heart,
To guide my dreams of love pursue .
Behind a backdrop of colour,
of equal bright compare no other.
A kaleidoscope that sets aflame,
clouds of beauty compound the frame.
a painting done by hands from heaven,
second comes the rainbow seven
Within the mids your silhouette,
transgressed emotions travel free,
to forge a spiritual bond with me
my dream reveals my love for you
it shines so bright your star is true
©Copyright M..A. Bell (alfi – m.za)(2013)
Categories:
mids, angel, dream, love, magic,
Form: Sonnet
Throat was dry
Even no tears to cry.
In mids of the desert-
Failure was every try-
It was then-
A sudden change-
When I felt drops of rain-
Came and washed away my bane.
Breeze then whispered a doh-
Pointing to colors of rainbow-
Your message came like that “Bea”
Though this time not from Pretoria.
(sami)
Categories:
mids, happiness, life, romantic,
Form: Narrative
I wanna play, what's your name...
My name is Noah and I built a boat.
Got some tablets that said she'd float.
Then two by two and just after goats,
I stuffed them in, minus the rain coats.
Little miss, on the jist, of the Note.
I wanna play, what's your name...
They call me Albert and I'm in.sane.
After I died, they digitized, my brain.
Now a computer bares my name.
Wrote a book so they could see,
the speed of light in a recipe.Almost.
Just 2 eyes shy, the chicken boast...
I wanna play, what's your name...
They call me King, but it's all the same.
After I died, I gave you my name.
Oh shoo! The cinder.fella called me You?!
My three 'mids are still short two.
I'm no fool... Just is, Khufu.
I wanna play, what's your name...
They say Pacal, but it's all the same.
After I died, I kept the flame... for you.
Long later on, she gave you my name.
Elevation, is what I claim.
You wanna play? What's your name...
Who me?
Categories:
mids, natureme, me,
Form: I do not know?
DROWNING IN THE MIDS OF THE SEA
DWELLING ON THE SORROW SO BEAUTIFUL TO SEE
SWAYING AND CRAWLING ON THE FLOOR BENEATH
ON THE SHADOWY MOON THAT IS FULLY LIT
I SCREAM IN AN ENDLESS TEARS
FULLY AWARE THAT THE WORLD HAVE BECOME MY FEARS
A MAN OF WISDOM SPEAK OF TRUTH
BUT WHAT USE OF HIS WISDOM IF HIS HEART NEVER BEEN TOOK
SO I SAY AND HE SAY
FOR SUCH PRICE FOR KNOWLEDGE
I AM WILLING TILL DEATH I'LL PAY
Categories:
mids, confusion, life, time, wisdom,
Form: I do not know?