Look in my eyes what do you see
Onyx skies or blue sea
Vision of love dipped in reality
Emerald touch that ravishes me
Orange sun that rolls downhill
Red moon that inspires me to feel
Bright optimism swallowed like pill
Universal love a licorice thrill
Satin sheets that feel like cloud
Tender touches making us shout
A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world
Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage
and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages
Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum
Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes
Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas
Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air
Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog
Foaming magma cascades over metallic mushroom roots
Spiny shoots sprout tentacles from rubber trees
Mercury and cadmium toxin leeches' groundwater
Above the quicksand are flying objects that pass as vultures
For a million magarican dollars I was greeted by a masked spacebot
Left on moonlit Luna's Lot are my collection of yin-yang art articles
This pain is like a saber toothed tiger,
it ravishes, unrelenting, through bone.
These aches, spasms, intermittent rigor,
beckon my heart to but retreat, alone.
This tire, that does not replenish with rest,
but rather spits and mocks me to my core.
This pain, a parasite, unwanted guest,
consumed, l lie wrapped fetal on the floor.
Despite this illness, that naught can resolve,
I know, in my heart, God shall hear my plea.
The time shall come, when all my ills dissolve,
and my soul and spirit shall jump with glee.
So Father God, my most gracious, kind friend,
be with me now, through this, until the end.
03.02.2024
My eyes are but orbs of their former selves.
How am I seeing?
What do I smell?
Is it blood?
Dracula’s or my own?
He clutches me and ravishes me.
It is satisfyingly delicious.
A wolf howls.
Wait.
Is that me?
Oooooooh! Oooooooh!
I am shameless.
A wench desiring her demon lover.
The howling continues.
Dracula rears back his face and stares at me.
We are both delighted.
It is more than enough.
More a big death than a little death.
He continues to feed.
I tingle from my orbs to my skele-toes.
Halloween came exactly in time this year.
Perusing some recently mindless & unlabeled
shelfed works (my recently ancient poems),
benumbed fingers pluck jumbled words;
musings that had much meaning once
but now seem more like
the random scattering of monkey turds.
A thousand keyboards are buried in my brains landfill,
and here come the plucky and ribald seagulls
to peck at the words still wriggling through
unplugged motherboards.
Still and all, there may be a line or two
that have escaped the ravishes
of times disinterest and ennui,
there may be a poem here - somewhere,
its small, quivering spirit still hopefully squeaking:
"pick me, pick me!"
Those the kisses of her heart ravishes my soul~
2/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Words can be like swords, cutting tender souls.
Like the great fires, leaving only coals.
A world of sorrow, where men like to fight.
Their fallen nature, ravishes the night.
Loves' message was sent, from the great divine.
for men to awake, with loving design.
Solemn and sacred, will be their motto.
christened with water, from the lourds' grotto.
The legend of life, known in far places.
Inscribed on gold plate, the names and faces.
Of the race of men, it will become known.
Throughout the cosmos, Ye are not alone.
If one listens still, and raises the eye.
the truth will be known, why men search the sky!
date:7/30/21
Love is beautiful but also has woes,
it ravishes me so I surrender;
and sends my heart and soul into wild throes,
as love kisses my red lips so tender.
Love's touch on my rosy cheek is sublime,
this passion and love has set me aflame;
and I must be in love's arms all the time,
oh love- I am yours forever to claim.
But, when did this love turn to obsession,
and our wild need for each other like chains;
our days apart leading to depression,
and hearts not love filled but bleeding red stains.
Love must be beautiful but also tamed;
until that perfect moment of untamed.
___________________________
October 16, 2020
Poetry/Sonnet/Love's Obsession
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1295-616-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La Francwe
Written for the contest, Love Sonnet
sponsor, John Hamilton
Fourth Place
There is so much confusion,
Running rapid…
All over the world people
Hating each other because of the color of their skin,
Children dying from poverty,
Elderly dying no mercy
And Lord you reign high
You surpass the compass
And with only in you are we blessed
Help Lord won’t you help Lord O’ God can you help us…
O’ God I can’t
We can’t do anything, no not nothing
We can’t do anything without you
O’ God I won’t
Spend a day without you
Not a minute without you
And you’re so true
We honoring you
O’ God I can’t do nothing wit out you
Global warming, ravishes the lands
Antarctica shrinking
Endangered species, civilians waring polices
Hatred wars, turmoil
Satan storms humanity burns
Help Lord won’t you help Lord O’ God can you help us…
O’ God I can’t
We can’t do anything, no not nothing
We can’t do anything without you
O’ God I won’t
Spend a day without you
Not a minute without you
And you’re so true
We honoring you
O’ God I can’t do nothing wit out you
My God, My God today I shall always pray
I shall not never spend a minute nor day without you
10/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
This time your beautiful
Your soul belongs to God
Lively, old humanity calmly desire a misty, stormy stream
O, courage!
Ravishes the dawns plight
Redeeming fleeting nights
Beautiful bonding light
O, courage!
Lite the fuse of your displeases bliss
Lit is the insect sitting on a dream
Streaming visions of impending doom
Lively, old humanity calmly desire a misty, stormy stream
The wind has ended
Angels and Demons befriended
O, courage!
Alas ole sinner man
you've changed your mind
Forgiven by Jesus mercy's finally found
Beautiful sinner mankind forgiven
You've flourished.
O, courage!
4/2/19
Late October
On the harem of love
November rain is ready to blow
Candle light is missing
Wind is hissing like hidden snake
O' Beloved! The dark of eve ravishes me
Necropolis greets me to the foggy midnight
Neither grave yard nor the ghostly knell
Fall on me the far around.
Wind of revenge, wind of hate, wind of blood
Sings the songs of winter's pregnancy
The moon live on abortive faculty
All of me stand still before the shining sun as scarecrow
-October 25, 2018 Chattogram
Conjuring enchantment with its breath bewitching
Sublime your perfume ravishes the midnight air
With delirious abandon most sultry and beguiling
Caressing every minute curvature and every hair
Like wistful undulous fingers on the prowl
Sublime your perfume ravishes the midnight air
Audaciously meandering enticing scantily afoul
Dancing its seductive way around every curve
Like wistful undulous fingers on the prowl
With delirious abandon mesmerize and swerve
A divine reverence to the essence of soft shadows
Dancing its seductive way around every curve
Bemused intrigued and fascinated by the petals of a rose
Envious beauteous promiscuous yet virtuously amorous
A divine reverence to the essence of soft shadows
Deviously fabulous while tortuous and vaporous
Conjuring enchantment with its breath bewitching
Your spellbinding perfume renders my heart impetuous
With delirious abandon most sultry and beguiling
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on May 16, 2019 for contest APPLICABLE NOT APPLICABLE sponsored by RICHARD LAMOUREUX - RANKED 4TH
What is truth, Pilate asked the Lord
no reply to the depths from which it was torn,
is the how and why truth alone that opens doors
as that release unfolds to teach newer truths reborn.
There's your, there's mine
and somewhere in between
comes actuality out of the brine
and therein lies reality of what we glean.
Hidden in the silent shadows
lurks the reality of intent that matters.
and the occurrences lie un-disclosed
held in the mind and heart's un-rested repose.
At some un-intended point in time
it starts tugging, gnawing, consuming the mind;
it's feverish festering torments and ravishes every thought
with the pain, the memory, every torment once wrought.
When at last it is revealed
the fate of all perpetrators are revealed,
disclosure open to the me-too and the disbelievers
who cannot reconcile the lies told by so many deceivers.
In the open there is no escape
it's the truth not fake
and your truth and mine
exposes the real truth as it aligns.
Mud tracks:
covered in tears and blood
Foot Prints:
holding memories of all that I've ever loved
Seeds drowning along:
In heart breaks and heart aches and anger not succumbed
Deep in my shoe's traction:
rests a Cocooned SUN
Trickling down from my palms:
all of the songs that I have ever sung
This is my PATH:
whether or regardless of what is done
This is my LIFE:
caught between insanity and pain and ambivalent LOVE
Seeds buried alive:
hungering to be borne
Songs bursting INSIDE:
tortured and thirsting to someday SOAR
In this earth that I leave behind:
the furrows that I have bore
What difference did I make?
I wonder all the more
What harvest did I sow?
so much yet to be explored
What shall I reap?
an open or closed door
After this undertow:
ravishes me inside and after to abide evermore
An alien in this world:
beckoning to exist
Going onward to home:
never could resist
Will I become and know:
that question that plagues my soul
WHO I AM; WHO AM I?
Could never let go...
SHE IS MY WEAKNESS
When I see her my heart skips
When she touches me my pulse dips
She looks so cool hut I bet she's hot
Ask me how I know this
Wait till she looks at you
If you don't melt, then I must be a weakling
She got me got me confused
When she gave me a lap dance
My mind got lost
But really that was the start of my lust
I've got plan to return
Leave me lost in her list
Thought of her kiss get me jerking in btwn
You won't know till you have one
But sorry, I'll kill you if you dare think of it
Don't blame me when I lose my senses
You can keep your legs standing at her holding you
I tremble when she draws me closer
I wonder what closes my eyes when she soaks me in her mouth
I lose control when she ravishes me with her tongue
The moment she scrub my hair with her fingers
That's the point I exist no more
Just a bit stronger than a worm
She's my strength makes makes me go on
She is my hope making me think of another day
She's my subject cos she worships me
Above all, she's my weakness
Cos she takes away my breath every moment.
Shout out to my Sweet One
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