We went for a walk, one windy day,
through the woods, and along the way,
she said to me, "If you please,
let's sit a while, it would make me smile,
beneath these shady willow trees."
Yet, as just then, a gale-like gust blew by,
in apprehension, I asked her, "Why?"
And with a flirt, a lift of skirt,
the lady promptly did reply,
"On my first date, not to prevaricate
or equivocate, I don't osculate.
It's not the wind beneath my wings,
or a draught up the shaft I love,
but the breeze between my knees."
full hunter's moon rose
jupiter shines bright beside....
lovers osculate
I know, a cross between Senryu and Haiku. We had a full Hunter's Moon last night here. Sunday, October 9, 2022
osculate-verb-to come close, a light brush on the cheek or to kiss
For Brian...
I behold the aurora from the open cerulean,
Descending down to the narthex of the east.
The first glimpse awakens the phoenix o'er the yon Caribbean,
And awakens my beloved's soul who still sleeps sun-kiss'd.
Filtered into the boudoir of my dear damsel,
The scarlet rays osculate her pinkish cheeks.
And her slumberous hairs with their swaying tails,
Waltz to the zephyr from the northern peaks.
The cupid's essence with a crimson glimpse,
Perches o'er her yawning eyes and blushing face,
And makes her warm in her auroral dreams,
With its divine fragrance of amorous grace.
How tacitly the piquant sun with its alluring arms,
Filches her sleep and kisses her lips too warm!
And plays too sly with bewitching charms,
To allure my girl into the morning's swarm.
Her skin bedaubed with the hazel tint of love,
And her voice now sweeter as Beethoven's strings.
Thus all my gratitude to the blest star above,
Must be offered on behalf of the mortal beings.
Thy chiaroscuro amid the swathes of bare skies,
Gleams as an epiphany o'er varied lands of men,
And bless each soul with thy ambrosial eyes,
Till the apogee of life into a little grain.
winters osculate
a common intense tongue hides
inside mountains cheeks
1/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
NUN FUN IN THE SUN
There was in hot Tashkent in the orient
A religious uprising - a convent dissent.
Army was ordered in with gunnery,
The soldiers targeted the nunnery.
Here are the events in vista:
One lovely sista was forbidden a mista,
But a certain young soldier kissed her
Unaware of the portents
For the jewel of the convent’s contents.
In her cell he wanted his love to foister.
(She had made his cloister moister.)
His inclination was to osculate ;
The incident threatened to escalate.
Her kiss made him forget his gun,
Which overheated in the sun.
The magazine cooked until done,
Then bang, their love was gone.
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Sunshine, all life depends on Sol's daylight.
Flora to photosynthesise, their plight
Err the darkest oceans depths dependent
Life from the surface, sunshine resplendent
All life needs Sol's sunshine to prosper, grow.
Of them, some will feed life way down below
Some take their chances on terra firma
Seeking shade else sunshine will yes. burn ya!
Sunrise, sunshine guides darkness down under
Sunset, sunshine, the sky aflame, wonder!
Err gender you'll take your sunshine with you
To cuddle, in big words, 'osculate' too!
We've had fun, like dusk, our sunshine, fading.
Wow! Dual sunshine, just so amazing!
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3/5/18
Sunshine sonnet - Poetry Contest sponsored by John Hamilton
#sunrise
I ask why I live in a flask
To hide my pride
To chide and deride every task
Better to stem my indifference tide.
I ask why I feed on crumbs
To lead a life lost in poverty
To bite and fight my own thumbs
When in style I can bask in novelty.
I ask why I love in secret
To osculate in dark corners
To communicate like an egret
To conceal my amity antennas.
I ask why I earn peanuts
To eke out a meagre living
To metamorphose friends into butts
Of my banter when I need forgiving.
When one falls in love it’s similar to raindrops
Uncontrollable, everywhere splattering, everyone
Know’s you’ve fallen due to the songs you sing
Due to the rain that sings as each crashes against sureness
A musical melody of notes as vast as these rain drops…selah
Even the reasons you fall, are too numerous to count
Much like the properties of rain it melts away ice
Of painful yesterdays and even brings growth
To stalled dreams of “will I ever fall in love?”
From the heavens this gift has been brought
On earth your prayers have been answered
In the form of nature’s teardrops
Has teardrops ever been so sweet?
“Love” reigns as indescribable needs
Divine… real… osculate. Preciously
Placed upon’s one’s lips or cheeks
As gentle as a raindrop
as gentle as love
Love Peace and Kindness
Simple, yet so meaningful
The Years osculate
Mourn me not when I am dead,
Gone to a place remote from this land;
When thou canst no more say:
‘I love thee in just this way;’
Nor tell me jokes, nor kiss my hand.
Reminisce of me nevermore when in bed,
Just know that I & life were never friends;
Recall that life was just my living –that’s all.
So, the moon shone and declared my passing;
My body lifeless, for the moon saw me grassing
My days with prayer, but that was just a holy call
And no one should weep when my life ends.
Like the period of autumn in every leasing year,
Bid me farewell when transitory be my lifespan, and –
Dost thou not mourn me, dost thou not mock me
Nor sing praises for me like a silent sea;
If such there be hope that I’ve not gone to a foreign land
When my blest soul enters the pearly gates, beware,
I shall sleep not mournful but better in my grave!
Knowing that my family and friends osculate me goodbye,
That with songs sincere they’ve only compared me with me,
That they rejoice with me as I travel to paradise, and be
Glad that Heaven will revive and revitalize me, so that I
As I die be the best that I could ever be with Heaven my cave.
Do I love thee? O let me think and let me see.
Yes I do love thee with a courtesy of an undyin’ love;
With the entirety of my heart; with the gift and the vow from above.
With the depths of untaint’d love; infinite like a deep sea;
And by my love I swear, I’ll love thee ‘til we see the death of death –
And no displeasure, my belov’d, shall loom in our love behind.
I love thee unreservedly, as delight fills full my mind;
I’ll love thee delicately, with the love I inherit’d at birth.
To the breaking of each dawn’s life! – and, if kismet shall choose,
I shall love thee better, so better can bring to us eternised eternity;
Destiny decided by fate and providence of love without impurity –
From enamourèd heart that adores me so fair I dare never to lose.
For, I when in love with YOU, shall be liberated from anguish,
And if I but die and osculate you goodbye, never I shall languish.
Leap of faith
Object of affection
Vision of beauty
Eclipse of the heart
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Libido
Overload
Vigorously
Enamored
*~~*
Lips
Osculate
Very
Extreme
*~~*
Lustrous
Obvious
Virtuous
Elegance
*~~*
Lollipop
Oral
Verbal
********
*~~*
Lustful
Orgasmic
Veracious
Eruption
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That's make it two of us, loving ancient text and stuff
To osculate to give a buss, an intensive thinking to find out
A deep meaning of that truss! To read to see to get plus.
A fellow not a cuss, to meet what you have been looking for
Can you comprehend the surveillance?
Recognize the Cyclopean that is manipulation
Suffer as fingertips osculate the doll
Your existence in cadence with its animation
Answers painted upon the walls of elucidation
Yet enveloped within a sadistic façade
If only mortification was your apparatus
Feasible would be your liberation
To fracture your damnation of kismet
Your oblivious disposition maintains insurance
Of my authentic ipseity concealment
Penetration of veracity remains abeyant
You confine my chassis to a line
An unhindered, forward faced, entity
Blasphemy, impudence, and your curse
Liquescent, manumitted, and your marquis
Flashbacks of lifetimes past, occurred moments ago
Destiny of a soul, iota of my jest
Your obstinate and averse species
Enslaved to stigmas of my amusement
My merited eponyms you endow to others
Fate, karma, spirit, soul mate, life and death
All components, all puppets in my phenomenon
For I am the Master Puppeteer, I am Time
An immutable desire to see into the night blue-flower scented dawn,
The want to be within fixed proximity to you;
Skin touching; the aroma of a deity,
A Mexi flower emitting from your petals its royal perfume;
From this an inexperienced arousing blossoms.
The moments where,
Soft rouge lips rest, osculate against the skin,
Lips so warm-balmy,
Your petal scented hands pressing amongst my body;
And your sensitive touch I embrace; sensual, delicate.
The comfort of a half moon love,
Its crooked, Prussian - blue smile,
Emitting its rays through blossomed petals,
In the flower scented night,
Through her crescent lips,
And the burning of the stars in his eyes,
Witnessing her flowering spirit.
The efflorescence in a half moon love,
First is brave and courageous,
Its half bloomed crescent smile lightens you,
Carries you to its height and back,
With an aromatic love emitted from her,
And then when puckered, full moon lips embrace the very tips,
Of the souls voice.
Then when calls her kingdom of flowers,
-with her unique crooked smile,
Seals your lips,
And leaves you,
In her field of waving daffodils,
With a half moon love.
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