We had both worked out
we deserve the blame,
for love that diminished
carving trees of our names.
Our little bark masterpieces
Little deep sculptures fading,
& our love keep perishing
like the strongest of droughts.
Once the candle wax melts
and pastry starts to crumble
and worn out is the belt
& the thunder loses its rumble,
white daisies are all trampled
when Life's no longer a jungle.
The light of your beautiful eyes
extinguishes as the candle dies,
and pain I always held inside
will suddenly burn and come alive.
We wish upon searing stars
we'll meet again, spark up the sky
Have the greatest sex, Cuban cigars
Wash to shore greatest of perfect days.
And all I touch will sear and fry
My Angel, I too now have died.
Sexual healing
she said is sex o clock baby
This words of her always turn me cos
She is beautiful with awesome curves
Her pretty face make me happy
Her smile is like a sun set
She makes me feel love again and again
What a beautiful soul
She is a gift to me
I swear I can always testify to this testimony
She loves me beyond words
So every time we get down together sexually
We feel each other beyond words
We fly above the moon together
We touch the stars more better than a jet could ever will
Our intimacy is more better stronger each time we make love
What a beautiful woman
She is a gift to my soul
Each down we get down together
She moans so happily
Always she ask me never to stop
Always she want more of me
As much as I needs more of her
I tell you no lie
Life is beautiful with an awesome
Sexual healing
well hello there ~ wowza girl
and a very good morning to you
is that a new dress !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
will it up
grill it up
fill it up to brimming
swill to still those silly cells
drowned in what they’re swimming
press ‘em up
mess ‘em up
dress ‘em up with practice
a hoarder in its order
and thorned as any cactus
mock it up
talk it up
chalk it up to neurons
firing with mis-wiring
the receptors that they were on
hike 'em up
strike 'em up
spike 'em up your coursings
joy's in that sweet poison
tho it's life that you're divorcing
burn it up
churn it up
turn it up to 'leven
bursting drums, but first it comes
and lies to you like heaven
smoke 'em up
toke 'em up
choke 'em up a-breathing
red, the mud, as thin as blood
to leave your angels seething
tighten up
whiten up
lighten up and torch it
melt the moon into the spoon
and soon you'll swoon to scorch it
wind it down
bind it down
grind it down to fill you
you won't miss
amidst your bliss
the sweetest kiss ... to kill you …
her sweetest kiss ... will kill.
Copyright © 2023 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created copyright-free by the poet with GALA AI software )
"murder me"
she whispered ...
(lips pressed to my nape, nipping skin)
for her betrayal of husband and
family meant as much ..,
we both knew the sacrifices,
and we accepted the cost that instant,
then, and for the scandalous time to come …
she was lost in me - straddling, pressing
and I, lost in her
so rooted that I was becoming her in flesh …
in all senses …
nothing mattered anymore but
passion and its pyre
burning all in its torrid wake -
all that had mattered ...
'til then …
it was a horrid thing for her to say -
to place in such dire phrasing
yet it was ALL that I wanted -
all that I needed and cared to hear …
"murder me"
she whispered again, pressing down ...
"for I am nothing now ...
but yours."
Copyright © 2019 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created copyright-free by the poet with GALA AI software )
sexy alligator Sue sat alone, nursing her drink at the bar
the umbrella in her rum turned a bit, not very far
Whispered to her you are going to find the love of our life
Along came an English man, but he was with his third wife
Sue knew she was a hottie, she played it to the max
The next fellow she saw, was carrying a super large sax
He played sorrowful blues music, which caused her to blush
Against a thin wall, you could hear a toilet flush
This is a dive, thought sexy alligator, but I dare not give up now
Next potential date brought his mother, a persnickety cow
Women who eat in bars are pathetic, she said to Sexy Alligator Sue
Pointing her hoof in a nasty way – mean lady, that cow Lou.
I can hear the wolves howling.
A blue moon sky tonight,
movement, motion, magical,
we're synchronized just right.
Her silhouette's smoldering
behind translucent screens.
Perfect, pleasing, pandering,
my fantasy, her scene.
Incense burning, candles aglow,
a breeze blows her to me,
luscious, lacy, lingering,
the only thing I see.
She touches without touching,
spectator on a chair;
wanting, warning, whispering,
she lashes me with hair.
Sorceress now claims her prey.
our bodies do entwine,
teasing, touching, tenacious,
then finally she is mine.
Two bodies brace for battle,
a squall stirs up the sea,
holding, heaving, heavenly,
right where I want to be.
Our hungry mouths are feasting,
enlightenment now sought,
rampant, racing, ravenous,
until that moment's caught.
Two ways to live, love:
Dwelling on banks of Ganges
Heavenward to move,
Betwixt breasts where heaven is,
Forgetting moral judges.
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Translation (Tanka, Senryu + couplet) | 32.08.2025 | woman, beautiful
Note: Here is a verse (in Anushtubh meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). Where and how should one live? The poet offers two alternatives: Either on the bank of Ganges for spiritual pursuits or between two breasts of a beautiful woman in pursuit of passion. The verse creates here fine assonance with two pairs of rhyming words-- paapa-vaarini vaarini and mano-haarini haarini. Here is the transliteration:
Avaasah kriyataam gaange,
paapa-vaarini vaarini |
Stana madhye tarunyaa vaa,
mano-haarini haarini || 67 ||
The beauty of passion
In a poisonous fashion
Attention feels rationed
It’s a fatal attraction
Ravenous biting
A scandalous whisper
Addicted to fighting
With Lady Love’s sister
A burning temptation
An aching sensation
You lose all orientation
When she’s on rotation
She makes you melt
Can’t take the heat
Best lips you’ve felt
They taste so sweet
Perception is cloudy
Her lips turn pouty
Her touch is inviting
She keeps things exciting
She sneaks up from behind
Takes control of your mind
She’ll rob your heart blind
And keep you confined
She’s the primal urge
The desire to merge
To be skin to skin
It’s the sweetest sin
She’s love without trust
Pure chaos that’s unjust
Push her away if you must
Or keep dancing with Lady Lust
He was horny, slipped his clothes in a second, his eyes and thing went straight!
Though he is can be as quiet as an ash tone of gray,
I still see he and I still ongoing in near future someday.
I love him for how he makes me satisfactorily unclean.
.
to pronounce thuh werd
az thuh scientist
took uh minute
yet
drip
leak
splutter
mine
all over
each hern raimentless
feverish frivol front
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A surprise silent kiss is to be cherished. – by poet.,
It was evidently inescapable.
Certainly I did not expect it at the time.
The railway station was over crowded
I was patiently waiting for my sister to arrive.
She was supposed to wear a purple dress.
So when I saw the dress I assumed
My sister had finally arrived. I hurried
And gave her one big hug and a silent kiss.
Where upon the stranger turned and uttered a yell.
She was not my sister and I had grabbed someone else.
For a moment no one dared to breathe or move.
I looked at her beautiful face, finely chiseled,
"Well, well, well," she said. "You owe me big, a dinner tonight."
I smiled. We agreed on an Italian diner.
We ordered oysters, followed by a grilled swordfish.
And a tiramisu, laced with a famous Barolo.
It was incredible how we became so fine friends.
We agreed on meeting again. As we came to part
I took her in my arms and it was a long silent kiss.
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Voluptuous Betty Boop
threw men for a loop
always sassy and flirtatious
delightfully curvaceous
Daphne Blake was getting ready for a party
Wearing her new dress, she wished to look smarty.
Exposing her buttocks, she appeared so tarty
She revelled, not knowing she would soon fall into a trap dirty
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