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Follow Teardrop Trails

Salty like slight oceans, the tears start to fall
Gravity pulls them down to the pool of beginning
When the hours slipped way by-why was I upset again?
My boots branched down brick pathways to seek the water

I'll run past home cities, the sun beats me to the south
Crunching leaves make the sounds of crumbling worries
I search far and wide for the venom which is eye secretions
Oh, my dear sunshine friend, have you begun to steal them?

After crusades to crush my curiosity about where they have gone
My tears were slurped like a soft drink by a being called the Sun

Loss Kept on Marching

Tremors shake beneath trepidatious feet.

To shake when shooken offers scents of defeat.

Took in thine imagery from perches unseen.

Salivating secretions ooze and seep secrecy.

Scantily clad corruptions do sit upright.

Smirking shards the aimless beacon leads.

Lapping pools of torment to endless vacancy.

Loser coagulates down under unsettled concrete.

Locked moments buried flags of victory.

Written on Feb-23-2024

Premium Member Taking Place Right Now Inside You

Halt
Pause to
Consider
Every Process
Taking Place Right Now
In Your Body and Brain
You’ll likely be Overwhelmed
Inhalations, Exhalations
Absorptions, Secretions, Digestions
Grief, Ecstasy, Swan-Dives, Hypotheses
Chillax ~ Involuntarily Accept Them


So Hard To Feel Other-Wheres Part 2

I
The You that tells various organs to start, end, adjust secretions, and your lungs to do respiration while you sleep ... will easily join SPACE where it all is ( where it's at!)

 II
You and I are "allowing" the universe a human experience; just as waves allows the entire ocean to experience & absorb individual waves

To My Beloved From the City of Luck

Being my honeycup and dish
A delicacy from an inn lavish
Thou are such a fine female
Of thy supreme ‘mole’ male
Serving so sweet secretions
In our suite in successions 
During our oral rendezvous
We involve in mutual woos
Ever appetizing is the flavor
Of thy honey with no color
Ever yearning to dive deep 
Into the clutch only to sip
Between thy thighs I find
A solace when we entwine
An awesome hutch solid 
Where we compete rapid..!!

Fear

Easily kicking open The floodgate of panic,
The quickening of blood circulation, titanic:
A once normal breathing is disturbingly hoarse
And the modest in behavior dreadfully coarse.
Eyes now pop out of their homely sockets,
Relaxed hands out of trousers pockets.
Some hearts are ready to make their last murmurs,
The headaches of this moment, crushing hammers.

Fluid secretions choose knotted temples,
With bangs on one’s door supplying more samples:
Sometimes over a mismanaged mammoth sum of money,
For which one hasn’t yet informed one’s attorney.

Fear often would follow a demeaning rape,
Whose legal implications one foresaw its shape
Or some business, very untidy, completely rotten?
Which one had contracted but long forgotten;
Death now in a hurry to visit
And one doesn’t want to meet it.
To Fear
 I say, ‘’Tufia!’’
Fie!
Die!
Readily unsettling the mind
And the body does bind;
Meaningful activities to a halt, grind.


Nature Love Is Self-Love, For Healthy Organs and Secretions

I
The former Minister said, "You are born out of the world,"
Not into it! Think of a flower, How is it born?
Myriads of marvelous blooms are born into the world
And we, humans, want to be sui generis, alone!

II
When you think of a wonderful waterfall, serene
Your (thyroid &) internal organs calibrate your fuel efficiently
By forsaking angry thoughts, envy ... you are naturally
Healing your body & mind, or slowing their decay

III
Loving Nature, thanking plant & animal as you say Grace
Much as Amerindians did before, during, after hunt & growth
So close were they (but without Jesus), sensing Spirit in all
Perhaps erring only in valuing Creation more than tribal foes

IV
So while I celebrate a natural life, tuned to the universe
I believe the words in Scripture (Romans 1)
Free-willed humans worship created things, idols made by us
Not the Creator, who gave all tribes rules to control NUMBER 1

V
In concluding this sermon of a poem, readers
I evoke a smile from you, about social distancing:
We have been practicing it for too long with Nature
When COVID19 returns humans to more "natural managing."

Ignorance By Osmosis

Standing next to stupid,
pale tone idiocy 
can’t even proximity spell
moral illiteracy

Ignorant feelings blinded by color;
stunted neural moles moving backwards
behind a non-lucid, Luddite veil

Vacuous thoughts unruly did
beta wave at the cloth
Amidst the mindless mob mentality,
moronic orations ran amok —   
Inane utterances blabbered freely

Wiping their void secretions
upon the snot rag
of civil discourse devolution

Rebel ignorance is a kin 
to grey matter dim
Blue-ray vision 
of a depleted cerulean era: 
Haughty sovereign time-share hastily closing

Those dull white cells
are persuasion immune to wisdom — 
Aural epiphany fails

Slug osmosis, diffuse mannequin ideas move dummy slow
Porous understanding filters
Dark past emotions eclipsed by an unpaid debt tomorrow

Ancient bigotry has grown Babble Tower, 
talking mule stooge stale
Fresh refugee scapegoat anger now 
smart monkeyshine sells    

Empty conscience quotient
is bosom bury    downright low
Hateful imagination is
dunce concentration detestable

Standing too close to stupid
will severely 
reduce one’s mental acuity

When I Feel You

When i feel you
            under my body my pupils dilate
            my arteries conscrit...
            You make me rise temperature.
            my heart skips a beat and races...
            My blood pressure skyrocket.
            You take my breath,
            my respiration becomes
            shallow and rapid.
            You impulsate my brain,
            put fire and burns me in
            electrical vibes....
            Secretions spit out
            and i have no control
            of my glands...
            You cause me spasms
            pressing my muscles,
            tensing my body that
           i feel i could lift tremendous
           weights...
           I feel violent, ugly, messy...
           But as a miracle all in
           love way...
           I am grateful for all
           incredible feeling i
           carry inside when with you... !

Illicit Itch

Spray your love in the masochistic mist, 
shapely satisfying the illicit itch...
With handcuffs upon the wicked wrist, 
narcotic nectars that will bewitch…
Salacious secretions that must assist, 
appeasing appetites that shall enrich...
Salivating on parts hardly ever kissed,
exploring erotica within its niche…

Licentious desires amidst negligent night,
engulfing erections are craving...
Passionate pistils partake in their plight, 
tender thoughts are misbehaving…
Bodies in motion divulge in delight,
as animalistic aphrodisiacs are raving...
Concupiscence convulsions do bite; 
willing wanton wizards are waving…

Hold me tight as we twist and twitch, 
upon luscious landscapes yearning...
Libidinousness lactations in their stitch, 
beauteous breasts are burning…
Carnal covetousness stings their pitch,
for evocative emulations returning...
Leaving humble humanity in the ditch, 
lacrimal lewdness upon learning.





Oct.15.2019
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter

Background Music...Sade
"No Ordinary Love"
With Female Virtual Voice

N/A for contest

Decussate Dreamscapes

Spiraling simulations surfacing,
scattering synthetic secretions...

Constitution compiling constructs,
chimera copulations condescending…

Hope harvesting hallucinations,
halcyon harmonics hovering…

Eternities embracing ethereal etchings,
engulfing endometrium’s echo…

Dissociation disrupting dreams,
daunting deflective deception…

Illicit Illusions idling,
identical igneous illusory immanent…

Astral ambient abode,
abeyant assimilation abductions arising…

Licentious lethargic lioness longing,
levitating luring landscapes…

Sculptural synergies succumbing,
sensual sensations shuddering.



Background music...by Ennja
"No Matter"
With a female virtual voice



July.05.2019
Another Eight Word Challenge 
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann

Placed 1'st...Thank You

Premium Member Quasar

Quasar whirls and twirls,
gasses spiraling in space;
radioactive.

Luminosity;
radio waves pour from space,
Secretions unknown.

Emitting light-swords
slice through the fabric of space;
who calls through black holes?

Nucleus phone call,
galaxies interacting,
universal chat.

Love In Perfect Storms

Everyone loves 
nectar from honey
moons and the
sweet secretions of
honey sickle stems
But who will love you
when no moons shine
and seas rebuff
sands from your
continent?
When the warmth of
summer winds fade
and coolness assails
the molecular density
of your liquidity,
do candle lit windows
really welcome 
torn hearts 
into quilted tranquility?
Love of my love,
I pray you rest peacefully,
New moons await
on unwritten horizons

Unctuous Byproduct


Grease the binary palms ...
singular greed motive,
zero moral qualms

Paper cancer in the brain — 
MRI diagnosis
(make riches increase)
reveals a tumorous mental condition:
Malignant Reptilian Imaging

Scaly thoughts
of poor widow inheritance devouring
Integrity bought ... 
bottom feeders bank account scouring

Saliva secretions are amphibian amoral alien;
acidic lust spittle salivating,
queen Borg demands be ere evergreen pagan

Moss-colored bile offering 
is an unctuous byproduct of ink greed
Slimy covetous proclamations
strip the pockets of those most in need
Bottom line projections
show gluttus in reel time parasitic feed
Darth Vader holographics
is a leech reality of virtual insensitivity

Waste landfill spill on a moral bleed ...
unctuous byproduct
yields a gutter harvest of dirty deeds

Premium Member A Gardeners Invited and Uninvited Guests

I’ve a garden full of uninvited guests; time to weed.

Tobacco worm, on my tomato plant, don’t spit at me; 
you were not invited to partake of my produce!

Mr. Milkweed, why do you love my yard? Your sticky secretions make me itch; I do not want you in my cabbage.

Mr. Beetle, I gave no permission for your party; your rowdy friends must go. They won’t allow my beans to grow.

Ms. Wood betony, you may stay; your nutty flavor and fresh dandelion leaves, will enhance my garden salad.  It was nice of you to drop by for lunch.

Ah, a lovely dog rose; how did you know that other uninvited guests,
were giving me a headache?  I’ll harvest your medicinal berries to cure it.  
You too, may stay; oh, how I love rose hip tea.

With uninvited guests, you can’t be too careful or too picky.  Some are good, others bad; but I will not…be spat at, without retaliation!

Here, Mr. Coopers hawk, have a tobacco worm and leave those bunnies alone!  I plant extra lettuce and carrots for them.

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