Cruising along horizons unseen
where prurient rush of greenery lingers,
I will inhabit both the raw wildness
of Amazon Forest, and its mysteriously
spiritual essence...how sunlight would glint
on a montage of nature's exotic tableau , then
Dovetailing this wonder with the majestic
presence of Christ the Redeemer statue, could
this leave me enthralled as I glide out
from a sublmie out- of- body experience ?
Oh I shall but stop to allow such rare Portuguese
culture to assault my senses , that,
Down Rio's kinetic streets, plazas curve
into a labyrinth of carnival footprints...this is
Brazil's mad riot of a dance fest where I will throb
to the rhythm of samba's intoxication, on and on...
Then past old churches and warm townsfolk,
my soul will taste this locale's primal delicacy
while this roaming would fire the gypsy in me...
Brazil, Brazil...take me there !
1st Place
a bouquet …
exquisitely exquisite
like naught else on this gilded planet
blooming on tender branches
supple and swaying
‘una flor fragante’
silken and sweet
pink petals open to entice … entirely
it’s lilt, aromatic
whirls thoughts like an eggbeater into
a carnal chaos
it’s synergy directing a
divine dermal dissolution of discretion
bane of the omnipotent
the fearless turned fools for its magic …
and madness …
inviolate or prurient
it has made kings out of paupers
twisted wills to wars
spun orbs on their axes
and made the universe of unions
ache for its aspect
the imperfect perfection of its
bewildering allurement
and the satiny seduction of
it’s beguiling floret -
the flower …
feminine.
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with GALA AI software )
.
if'n i stop mine think's
drip
exspecially 'bout
herz
Exspecially in theirn
Purest prurient presence
Attract'n mine 'lone
i may touch one uv
thoze flowerz
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.
Suck and lick my delicious fiction,
I’m lecherous taste the distinction;
A story you’ve wanted to be real,
now before the writer you will kneel;
The chapter filled with hanky-panky
describing a skimpy lace panty?
I know that vision is honey dipped,
it’s such a prurient manuscript;
Keep my fantasy by your bedside,
wanton desire you simply can’t hide;
On every page my hunger has dripped
not a single detail has been skipped;
Let your eyes devour lines greedily
I’m giving voyeurs a glimpse of me;
A scene readers are welcome to steal,
I know you long to feel what I feel;
Baby, help me write the description,
suck and lick my delicious fiction.
Been screeched
heap
things
demoness
strumpet
scoundrel
with
wings
thumped
lizard
of
myth
legend
since
intonates
Darkness
scarpered
whilst
famished
soul
prominent
&
sharp-witted
by
prurient
screams
not for
shadows
but
untamed
spawn
sighs
Written: April 26, 2023
A Brian Strand Standard No 1212 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
A fiery glow envelops those assembled
A revival meeting, uncannily resembled
The vast amphitheater packed to the gills
Worshipers revel in vulgar thrills
Once the festivities are underway
The skies blacken to an evil gray
Viewed: Prurient pleas for salvation
Heard: Satanic shouts, incantations
As knights of darkness and light take the field
To beer, blood and lust all inhibitions yield
America, in the throes of gluttonous shame
~ forgets that 'Super Sunday' is just a football game
Plunged to terrain plagued, tasty female options
Surge of adrenalin pulses choices unsuitable
Piquant aroma pulls him closer, allure accosting
Sentient favours solacious flower so beautiful
Hurtled descent drops watchful onto hillock haze
Swayed seed laden willow heads have halos
Hedonistic impulse picks silken stems with craze
Seraphim surround a torn aura in dewy daos
Preordained mistake palates spasmed heartbeat
Shrews drawn to Stu allude to transformation
Prurient dripping pores warble wanton indiscreet
Strident serpentines permit desire incubation
Heathen has escape, wrapped parachute harness
Preparing his tortured innards for due launch
Hazards bring unbridled enthusiasm for newness
Pride hides a tarnished ego, attempts reforge
11th February
Whenever waking,
Lady tailor making
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.
I longed for a love pure as driven snow
and fresh as spring 'ere Youth's brief joys succumb;
but a love never transpired; and, although
denied, I carried on to life's autumn.
A maid, princess, or queen have I never
loved or with an ardent nymph passion-proved
lust's all-consuming fire; deprived forever,
I disavowed former hopes for a beloved.
So, thenceforth unblemished and innocent,
without sin and virtuous from west to east,
I surrendered my youth's prurient bent
and forswore my lusts to dwell as a priest.
Now old and bootless, I ne'er knew desire;
or pierced the flower of a maid on fire.
smirk seeped'n acme
damping dainty drips
of salient scrunchies
punctured puke pitched
on callous crest
pluming pulpy pests
hoisted aura hankering
fostering flattered feelings
callous contractions crumbling
la-de-da limbs lurching
aiding cranky catastrophe
on prurient priest
costly commotion vying
daring damsel dangling.
20:01:06:11:55
Note: A lady passing by...
Morning found me on a river bank
basking in the warmth of the sun
I thought of myself as a turtle,
believing my shell was armor
shielding my heart from everyone
I started to doze in placid tranquility
The sun's sultry breath laving my skin
Then I heard a splash and fear set in
as you swam across the lake to me
Cowardly, I ran. Deeply hidden was I
or so I mistakingly thought
beneath barren branches, I quietly lie
amongst Autumn leaves on forest floor
trying to lull the cadence of my heart
You breached the surface
body glistening in sunlight's splendor
I moved farther into the forest
shivering, not from a chill, but fear
as your treading steps drew near
I closed my eyes but could not dismiss
thoughts surging through my mind
I had no control over any of those
Your hands lifted me from cowering pose
Your lips touched mine in prurient kiss
Not a word did either care to utter
but there was need of none
Mid morning found us basking in the sun
Your sultry breath laving my skin
My heart pulsing, aflutter
He just can’t seem to control himself,
always placing his hands on someone else
Poking around in sensitive places,
mon dem fingers love groping at de silk laces
Always has a salacious sneer
to offer reluctant gender opposites
Mon loves giving a lewd leer,
as his prurient poking never quits
Pokey sits pouting in a pokey today ...
in de dog pound there’s a lot of strays
Mon don’t feel bad for him, no —
he in de right place where de social trash go
In the short youth that came, I longed for love—
love pure, untouched and virgin. But for some,
love never comes to pass. Comforted of
God, I instead sought Him in my autumn.
Now agéd , I have ne’er a maiden met
or a fair lady courted for a night
of true love. (Alas! ‘tis best to forget
my lovelorn heart’s vain hopes for such delight.)
So, free from sin; naïve and innocent;
and unspoil’d by life's vices and its yeast,
I have cast aside lust’s prurient bent
and turned from my desires to be God's priest!
To serve Him and deny my heart, I've lost
the chance to love for such a great, high cost!
How I lavishly relish the outline
of an hourglass shaping curves
which unveil your ripened form--
cleavage of your silky back
fires imaginings of an enchantress
so prurient, worldly.
How sands of time glint on your mounds
tracing voluptuous bosoms
like a marvel of art --
and I will remember your silhouette
through dusk-eyes’ canvas , drying--
for my brushstrokes can never paint your essence
Brian Strand's Standard Contest 60
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