Search for me ! I’m somewhere on Gaia
jumping timelines in azure release
planet raising consciousness, sublime
showers of pearlescent raindrops fall
traversing freely through dimensions
await phenomenal gifts bequeathed
as you plug into immortal bond
Search for me ? I’m inside of you, Heart !
There is tug of war between inside and out
map of my wondering mind invites you
I anchor your sensuousness whilst traversing
playful and scientific is my explorations
All your external quests leads you into my core
answers lie in our pulses held by the ALL
search for me inside telepathic waves
quantum is our eternal entanglement
Search for me from chaos to coherence
moving through tides of metal and fire
feel your rhythm in my veins all knotted
let go of outcomes as you Search for me
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{Contest : Repetition works when done right :
First Two Stanzas entered into Contest :
Placed 3rd : Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
6.1.26
syllable checked : howmanysyllables.com
9x8}
Realisation sprouting
from intangible intuition
twined with
cognitive impulsion
igniting consciousness.
Conflagrating
confluence of confusion
leads to
path of righteousness
breaking contour
of pervasive perversion
converging
to consciousness.
Ever-curious
eccentric
ebullient explorer
traveling terraqueous
guided by
retrospective and introspective
sensuousness ,
simultaneous
to reach
ecstatic consciousness.
Sailor soul
on aimless
valorous voyage
on reverie
meeting
seamless sea
of enlightenment
to touch
summit of consciousness.
Its the ladies,
Dressed like gypsies,
That feel the moon,
With romance,
In their fibers,
That desire to dance,
With love,
Its the ladies,
Dressed like gypsies,
That make the nightingales,
And flowers sigh,
In the warmth,
Of gardens and moons,
Its the ladies,
Dressed like gypsies,
That are so sweet,
And tender,
And ofcourse exotic,
That cherish the hymns,
The sensuousness,
Of a long lazy evening,
Where their hems,
Can sway, unwind, and relax
Reynaldo Casison
In the deep silence of the night when perplexity
Confuses the mind, I feel your power descend upon me,
Surrender becomes inevitable
As I become malleable under the hammer of love.
I view you, approach mid sea, alone, resplendent
In the pale rays of the dazzling moonlight,
As if you were an enigmatic ghost drawing near
In a flimsy wisp of a whirling nightly mist,
Treading the waves, splashing your body with vigour.
Come closer, come, I'm not afraid,
Sing an echoing mermaid song for me,
Or slide into an enticing dance of love.
I thrive upon such inexplicable endeavours,
Where nocturnal elfin whispers and dreamy antics,
So pleasing to the sensuousness of the mind,
Combine to please the florid sensitive nerves
Of this old, tired and jaded mind.
Seduced by the tongue of Paris
spellbound by a gentle “Bonjour Madame”
the scent of distant Croissants beckoned her
to an ambrosial awakening.
She savored the delicate crustiness
her dress and hair dancing on the breeze
aware of a subtle sensuousness
awakened by the shadow of the tower
A wry smile tickled her lips – remembering
the gentle touch of a patient seduction.
Passersby smiled, nodded knowingly.
Anna had succumbed to the kiss of France.
8/19/2021
Anna And The French Kiss Poetry Contest
Before you I am your canvas blank
Delicately to paint linear and in liquid hues
Dripping and splashing we two drank
Forceful stimulated strokes you use
Layering the colors upon my surface
With a precision your brush does flow
Emphasis laid on expressive purpose
As your artistic viewing eye grows
Articulate precisely what you paint
Evoking sensuousness as you drip
Vigorous sweeping technique no restraint
Finesse done with your own workmanship
When strokes become feverous and fast
To the last stroke felt with ecstasy
To add your very own lust contrast
Finally leaving us right here at ease
Contest; Metaphor of love
Sponsor: Bobby.May
Date; 11/1/2019
Standing on tiny toes, faerie-in-training
Floretta reached over the thorns to
Sprinkle her roses with the prettiest
Feelings imaginable.
She gave them glory,
But looked back quickly to see what
The sun thought.
Glory was actually Sun's.
The sun nodded her "okay".
She could share a bit.
The rose smiled.
Glad to have glory
Along with awe,
Sensuousness,
Sexy, and sweet Jesus.
"Wait! Sweet Jesus is mine!" Bumblebee buzzed.
Floretta jumped back. "Sorry," she apologized.
"I got carried away."
Sweet Jesus belongs to everybody,
God told her. Share Him as much as you want....
Wear to remove shyness and sensuousness is discovered.
And so by separation are we made weak
vulnerable to the whimperings of desire and need
and so upon its knees
begs
and pleads
for this love to be appeased
Save me from the closed lipped angels
the feathers of their wings
to trace my name upon her skin
Obsession tingles through the roots of my fingers
captivates my soul to the moist kiss
and by their separation am I made weak
vulnerable assuage these whimpered needs
crumpled and plagued in fevered night sheets
all the cacoethes within a heart beat
Stumble I indeterminate
craving the hot flush of her eyes
lost am I in the tease of her ecstasy
where else can I be
yet still weave inner the twine of passionate
A wasteland of concupiscence in her absence
trembles a tentative agony
temptations by her whispers of love
her promises of the essence
sacred text written in naked sensuousness
Save me from those angels
save me from the beauty of their wings
to chase her name upon my skin
Spring's luster is dewed anew each morning
While Summer moods doom fear of Winter's cost.
'Til Fall, the redness sender gives us warning
That soon Winter's spider redips its web of frost.
Spring's flower is a sire wolf fang piercing ground.
Summer's sunburn warming is a sign I'm raw.
Fall's arrival now is sensuousness I won in beauty crowned
In swirling blizzard, was it a boreal aerobat I saw?
Awaken Spring. A sleeper as late petals are peels to bloom.
So enrobe, Summer. A harem muse borne upon winds is nicer
Than rot aroma inward drawn. I am orator of Fall's perfume.
Winter rec. It's a lyre (vanilla). All in a very last icer!
10.12.18
Contest: Palindromes II
Note: each line progresses one season and each stanza is a year.
This is the best Valentine's Day there will ever be
Because you've agreed to pass this day with me
Without you, my life included only blue Wildflowers
But now my heart's focused on you
You mean the natural world to me
Your kindness has provided me with glee
I love you verily with feelings that endure
For sure, my the universe holds your immense sweetness
As you give me the real sensation of heartfelt completeness
I must thank God you're in my life
And pray that you'll always remain in my sight
Because your hugs are the best part of my morning
I smile as I enjoy adoring
Your imaginative eyes with your gaze that looks toward the skies,
Your wisdom encourages me to visualize and analyze
The essence of life lived well with lots of kisses
Bliss grows from those reminiscences of your sensuousness
Please, continue to be the fine kind of person whom you are
With that creative and artistic repertoire
With yellow Daffodils that brighten this Valentine's Day
Enhancing the Roses in a timeless Spiritual-Love Bouquet!
This is the best Valentine's Day there will ever be
Because you've agreed to pass this day with me
Without you, my life included only blue Wildflowers
But now my heart's focused on you
You mean the natural world to me
Your kindness has provided me with glee
I love you verily with feelings that endure
For sure, my universe holds your immense sweetness
As you give me the real sensation of heartfelt completeness
I must thank God you're in my life
And pray that you'll always remain in my sight
Because your hugs are the best part of my morning
I smile as I enjoy adoring
Your imaginative eyes with your gaze that looks toward the skies,
Your wisdom encourages me to visualize and analyze
The essence of life lived well with lots of kisses
Bliss grows from those reminiscences of your sensuousness
Please, continue to be the fine kind of person whom you are
With that creative and artistic repertoire
With yellow Daffodils that brighten this Valentine's Day
Endulging my vision with an emotive bouquet of roses!
WAGNER PHRASIS
Enchained by fancy petty wants
and necessity,undisguished
sensuousness burning with
fiery passion kindles the most
consuming flame,my peace of
mind was over.Driven to despair,
idle & disorderly,levity wounded me
deeply,tortured,no semblance of
reality,puritanical hypocrisy
ordinary & mediocre ,savagery
of taste,adverse outward circumstance,
all shadows on the scene.Confused I
remained silent ,my error was plain.
Through this trouble, hope a sense
of beauty,a new earnestness to really
know love, natural & unforced.Beginning
anew,my last reliance,vivacious & exciting
a state of fermentation, oh what bliss,my
goal was reached.Ah what a delight
it was.I stood amazed,its place in my heart,
the secret of art,free & unconcealed.
From Wagner autobio of 1840
Listen to me recite my phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
In the ultimate I ponder and resonates
Sporadic melancholy treading thoughts
Void pneumatic aspirations that perspire in nothingness
The peripheral space spurts erratic waves
Spewed fantasy and ejaculates conglomeration
Palpitation of erroneous premature baby
That which is not flushed down is a street arching
Vivid escapades flowed sluggish and sticky
Unwinding terrestrial route it’s a dead end
Never to end but in illusion
Ruminates and castigated spits vomits
Miasma inhalation that draws petrified lunatics
Kindled joyful cleave less than platonic
Lost in haziness of pleasurable moments causing love anguish
Thrusting Warm Velvet labial interior
Sensuousness mesmerized at anatomical fission and fusion
Malodorous soaked sweat-draped dripping bodies
Enclosed, staffed and steam simmering moisture
Equivocal musty air radiated from euphoric entanglement
Perplexed awe mouth agape
CENTRAL DARK
I used to walk those very same streets
Streets of sensuousness and sin
Those streets which once felt my feet
Those streets where my shoes once had been
The storefronts are new but the cement is the same
I saw pictures of it on my television screen
Those streets are in a city my heart used to claim
Those streets which both books and films often deem mean
I used to stroll those streets in the dark
Under moonlight I’d search for my next destination
One street led to a centrally located park
In a hamlet forged of fantasy and fascination
I used to walk those streets all alone
In search of someone with whom I could talk
My feet now stomp streets in a different state I bemoan
And only God knows how much I miss my New York
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
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