As gaze of sunflower to blazing dazzling Sun
My love being devoid of demand and passion
flowing towards you on silent adoration.
My hidden love : soft -shy, not expecting much, more.
Whether you love me , couldn't guess or assess, not sure.
Nectar secretion of clams formed pearl of dolor.
Couldn't unfold petals of my budding emotion.
Sinking in dismal without expectation
Slowly giving up hope for reciprocation.
Dormant desires pierced my heart shaking senses.
A kiss in the dark reached me in Seven Heavens .
Gained clear distinct vision through amorous lens.
Depression is a shape poem
A difficult one in times of contemplation
A shape that gets you, almost in nothingness
Whispers darkness in the valley of your chest.
Where the minaret stood in the bed of the eternity
Till the very last minute, that along the way, divinity sent
Modernization knew demolishing much too well
and much too vivid in the end, to stress what it meant.
Oozing secretion dampens in cold and clutters on and on...
And we call it the pseudo-pen
That mentors to shift the shape
Straight path should be the straightest one, to be frank,
My utterance calms me there
As it does mostly, unconditionally enough
And I knew along the way, that
God is enough for any befitting pay stubs
To carve with a knife on any life, whatsoever.
Man is mortal.
A sacred secretion wells up in the deepest of depths.
Hearts melt at the mere pronunciation of the word love.
Circumscribing human strengths and weaknesses at all lengths
Love permeates the earth and the highest heavens above.
Sympathy, empathy, companionship, consummation
Eros, Philia, Storage, and Agape... all encompass
The core of love—that's the true universe of compassion
Within which the rhythms of the sun, moon, and stars come to pass
It's not my will, but the will of the other dominates.
In love, ego is erased, like a dewdrop by the sun.
The weakest of weakness, love within it accommodates
Neither one is great nor one is smaller than anyone.
Each little petal peeled from acts of love is marvellous.
Lawless can be love's laws, yet they are never barbarous.
Quite on the hill. Faceless children run around by a cave who calls them in with a signal straight and gazed. Walking a concurrent line with a retinue firefly disperse into a dome with a small wooden house in the middle. The great white and yellow king nested in his throne of groveling worms. A human face he has popping his face it does with eyes and teeth spouting out in its secretion. Drenched upon the childrens missing faces seeping like a mask denude showing their missing faces. Memories brought back light now seen for now children have been free.
A distinctive fragrance that attracts,
captivates with animalistic woody smell.
An intoxicating scent so hard to miss,
mask, the secretion of male deer gland.
A staple base for engaging men’s colognes,
a scent masked by masculine elements,
stimulates the sensual and amorous drive,
many women choose for their men to wear.
An aroma base for the profound perfumes,
smells like the sweating skin, but better,
lasting for oddly long period of longing time,
inflames the craving in intimate hours.
________________
January 21, 2023
Contest : Musk
Sponsored by : Anthony Biaanco
Love as passion
once the fashion
Exchanged for sex on demand
secretion of glands
The doc says I need a vacation
My energy just can't be rationed
Seems there's been some depletion
leading to get-up-and-go secretion
He told me to take a few weeks
Get rid of those brain-draining leaks
Stop pushing myself so darn hard
to become a real-life bard
So, as I bid you all adieu for a while
I hope to do up my time off in style
Ask the Missus what needs to be done
deferring to her whip and her gun
~ I'll miss you, Soupers! ~
See you in a while*
*Will be checking Soup mail, however
A small secretion gave him away,
the tough marine who had yomped in a day
from San Carlos to Stanley, served in Helmand,
but now was defeated by the tiniest hand
that gripped his finger and wouldn't let go,
he swallowed hard, no feelings could show
the chink in his armour, that hard carapace,
as that small secretion rolled down his face
from eyes that looked down, completely undone
by this scrap of humanity, his firstborn, his son.
This horny shaft of ruffled feathers
Is hollow and needs to be filled
This shaft has become a hard ballpoint pen
It needs secretion within parchment
It is filled with ink wanting to write
Without you I have writers block
I will glue your pages together
Placing my hard cover around you
I need to be in your table of Content
I will turn your pages over and over
I will never dog ear anyone's page but yours
My Quotes will be long and hard to understand
With each stroke of this pen thinking, then
Writing and filling this book from cover to cover
The Main Chapter and Verse
Is You, the most interesting book I have ever read
The hotter it gets
The sun shines brighter and brighter
The sweat starts to run through the body
It is the secretion process
It is the warming up of things to come
It is reality coming true
It is the unknown becoming known
It is the universe speaking out loud
It is what it is
The colder it gets
The snow falls over the mountains
The shivers starts to bite the body
It is the recovery process
It is the closure of a chapter
It has come true
It has presented itself
It has been answered
It is meant to be
To serve a Being with
unconditional love
Why are there so many
conditions?
If our representation was that,
when did our reflection
crack?
When did time ripple
so abruptly,
our pond could not
calm again?
If spirituality
was what we had witnessed
why was it contrary
to natural order
for us to be
reprogrammed
by looking at mirrors?
Wasn't our blueprint
formed in
heavenly bodies
and that secretion
contained our DNA?
If first was last-
last was first;
Are we not
recycled ANDs?
Everything we do
is from our DNA
AND everything we
Are is powered by
our DNA
AND if this questioning
and answering
went on forever
how could there
ever had occurred
an existence when
I wasn't His
and He wasn't mine?
I was immaculately
conceived
long before Mary
and eons before Eve
First time in my life
I felt love at first sight
my finger
pierced a pond
and made the
universe ripple.
THE EMERALD SEA OF DEEP WOE.
I cradled incredible crying moment
when you just walked away still I remember.
I had to surrender without any complain
sinking in the emerald sea of deep woe.
You left but I could neither believe nor accept the fact
that you were going forever.
How could I forget our so many sweet memories!
Mercilessly you sailed in spree
immersing me in turbulent sea of intense sorrow.
Tingling passion arose when you came close.
Romance rolled arousing aroma as if we were never to be apart.
But territory of love was built in vain, relation coiled.
Love terminated in inevitable pain.
I gurgled trying to swallow the grief.
That incredible crying moment whirled in vortex of dolor.
.
You left piercing heart of oyster.
Secretion of nectar in drops of refused love
now forming pearl of agony.
My saline tears mingled in briny sea of despondence.
09/28/19
First Place
Verses of Metaphors II
Contest by Laura Loo
Love Unsaid
Soft shy Love not reciprocated always
being devoid of demand and passion
reserved in solitary soul.
It is gaze of sunflower on silent adoration
to blazing Sun
It is nectar secretion of oyster
to form pearl of pain.
11/19/17
UNSAYABLE Contest by nette onclaud
Merciful Mirror
‘Merciful Mirror on the wall...what is the greatest of our fall?’
The invasion of illusion the greatest of your fervent fall
The absorption of confusion the bigotry of your brawl
The ties that bind you within a decumbent diversion
With eyes that blind you in a camouflaged conversion
In your reflective Majesty of malignant Kings and Queens
A taunting travesty behind the sabotaging smoke screens
In your collapsed cognition of a wandering wasted mind
Within the arrogance of ambition you have been confined
In moments of reason your thoughts delude in deflections
Solitudes in secretion devolving divided dissolute directions
In deep and dormant the evil entraps your scrumptious soul
In a tangled torment as perpetual puppets terminally troll
Mirrors of infinity and infatuation you must eagerly escape
Before the darkness and damnation pulls on the final drape
Within the shattered silences a delusional dimensional attack
Your vengeful viruses will mirror the world of a bridal black.
Sept.21.2017
Mirror Mirror
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Keep digging trenches,
Enemy bodies piled in ditches,
No intuition for this is no heaven vision,
Where is God in wars religion,
Indecision, nervous flinches, Napalm bombs on all divisions,
Stoic mission, missiles hissing,
Men in anguish hate to listen,
Crosshairs within and cowards prisoned,
Reapers laughing no repentance,
Superstition is omission,
No surrender in fears secretion,
Wage extension that hallow pension,
Shell shock stock all ammunition,
Peaceful fission the last redemption,
Death so vital in attrition,
Nuclear assistance,
End of existence,
Vision intention of nations decision,
Sanction schism, bomb in rhythm,
Open up lets make a difference,
Now the world is a burning pit,
Legions of generals worship it,
Reason the guilty of dying unequipped,
Bleeding lesions in war never for the innocent only belligerents
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