Tonguing Poems | Examples

The Blues

The blues you squeeze into your song.
Without the grays, you don’t belong.
The saxophone tonguing your grief;
Downward, the tears’ a scathing relief.

Turquoise battling the heavy waves.
The flautist, grave, somberly braves
The crashing shore of lighthouse lore.
Sudden widows - the sea keeps score.

The notes of navy grooves and plays
The composite of the ships ablaze.
Without the grays you don’t belong.
The blues you squeeze into your song.

The cobalt reed, a salty taste.
The blues strum strings around your waist.
The drums continuous throbbing;
Aperture of buoys sobbing.

Downward, the tears’ a scathing relief.
The saxophone tonguing your grief.
The blues you squeeze into your song.
Without the grays, you don’t belong.

Tonguing

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tonguing
monging

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3/1/18

 'PUT YOUR FOOTLE OUT YOUR MOUTH CONTEST', sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.

Beauty of a Sinner

Beauty of a sinner lies in a sinner as 
he moves around with a bleeding heart.
He enjoy the world in sin but eternity
Is lost for him through the eyes of lust.
A vaccuum created in him becomes 
More empty in the absence of Christ.
Troubles cloth his wired sorrowed destiny,
Stomaching an affection that double cross 
feelings. Here is his life clouded with darkness
That summond millions of chicken pox pains,
Tonguing the lips of his man is tribulations.
The beauty of a sinner lies in the destruction
Of the beauty equipped in the soul of envy.
In the fibroid of the unrelated malice purchase
Of an ugly perfect imperfection arises.
He is the beauty of the sinful world gathering 
Vanity and folly wealth to his bosom yet dies.
He is the beauty of the earth yet a sinner to
The beauty of the earth's surface and love.
A sinner lies in the amethyst of sorrowful sorrow
All his dear life, easy nut to be cracked is his beauty.


(C) John Chizoba Vincent
  Voice Of Vincent 2016

I Now Pronounce You, Man and Wife

"I Now Pronounce You, Man and Wife"

Wonderfully, you complete me
In Life and Love so sweetly
For everything I could ever desire
Equals exactly what you inspire

Because all I ever wanted to see
Is all you will ever be
You are my destiny
Because you made Love our sole decree

I mean, your frame, that's so sexy
Because your curves rest at Beauty's degree
Creating an angle that sets my heart free
Defining the speed of Love, from you, I will never flee

Temptation thrives through tonguing thee
As all my licks cause you fits
Because on my face sits no other clits....
Wonderfully, you complete me

silent one's competition on master rhyme
I chose man and wife
2/2/16

Raze

When I lay under the smoldering shadow
of all our forgotten moments,
I swallow the instinct to pull apart
the torrid shell I've become accustomed to trust.
"Trust."
The word is cold against skin,
and tests the strength of bones.
But, it always seems to find a way in
like the most devious of things.
It slithers toward its prey,
tonguing morsels of comfortability,
savoring the beauty of the hunt.
Whittling down my posturing spirit,
making a pliant spine out of what was
once an oak trestle connecting
heart to mind-
wearing the weight of time.
But now the chasm catches the crash-
nerve endings miscarry their orders,
limbs writhe in superstitious fashion,
eyes exhale the salt of memory,
while a tired heart stubbornly holds its breath.
The world turns blue,
and a scattered imprint seeks shelter
from a lover's raze.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

The Chronicles of Our Love

Licking the sweet she releases I battle to breathe, 
I refuse to stop the pleasure that makes her quiver,
Her vigor untouched as she thrusts and heaves.
The excitement she let's out matched by trembling shivers.

I dig deeper to find the start of her leak, 
Tonguing and probing with fingers unjust, 
I give her secrets her body has no choice but keep.
If only my lengthy foreplay could be enough. 

Dragging a trail of butterfly's from her entrance to her navel, 

I wondered~

With a kiss ever so soft she never seemed so enticing,
Heart beat unstoppable I'm unable to untangle,
Her rhythm in stride nothing less than stifling.
Member stout I push in quicker than she sounds, graceful like lighting.

Repeatedly pressing to the deepest parts of her existence,
No hesitation, just pleasure- try ecstasy. 
I battle myself to find a reason to not have resistance.
Pleasure going in overtime as she prepares for round two next to me..

The Chronicles of Our Love.

Shhhhhhh

Whispers cloud the judgment of weakened minds
wreaking havoc with the fragile balance of id and ego
humbling the sprout in its new greenery.
 
The winds are made of whispers, fear is their home
and each human husk shivers at the sound of them.
The unknown comes in the whispers of dawn, 
the burgeoning of night, the bloody bath of birth
and the shriveled skin of the corpses we become.

Whispers cloud the rage of temporal reality
beckoning with their softness, tonguing the ear,
licking the neck too soon stretched on mortalities noose.
  
Reference Carrie Richards – A Dream in the Mist – line 9 whispered steps

Unhealthy Addiction

I slip because of her, 

The sight of her breathes life

Into smouldering embers,

I cannot return to the hellish home;

I have found in her,

Yet I am enraptured

By her tonguing kisses, those finger lingering traces.

I am slipping again,

The mere scent of her weaves sweet surrender of my weakened will,

My tongue says no yet my traitorous lips whisper yes,

Rationale, now a blubbering idiot.

I am undone with one careless glance,

Roving eyes that speak so great a volume that voice dare not,

I gasp for the life that is slowly sapped from me,

By this seductress of my dreams,

I slip and fall a long way down,

Because of her.

I Wake Up Each Morning

I wake up each morning to see that your still there
Through my eyes of life all I can do is simply stare
All I can do is think at the way you've treated me
Deceit cunning you and your money spending sprees
What happened to trust as the cash registers rung
No feelings about me as my stress has now begun
Months now progress as my illness steadily grows
No feeling in my soul as I see my life below
Why could you do this, what have I ever done to you
If it wasn't for our children, if strength I'd run you through


I wake up each morning to see that your still there
Through my eyes of life all I can do is simply stare
Turning round we touch, spooned like the night before
This feeling of new found love internally lets me soar
Barely we have met, but it's what you do to me
For the first time in my life, I'm carving names on a tree
The enjoyment that we share in carnal lustful bursts
Our bodies in thrusting writhe, tonguing lusting thirsts
Over the weeks we share, the natural things in life
For I know in my heart, as I ask, will you be my wife

A Flood of Swollen Words

I've seen a picture of a book
caught in a flood from the past
and marveled at what the view
revealed to me, the reader

The book, arced and curved to
its center, like a ship's bow
darkened with abandonment, and 
white crystals grown from pages' edge

Words crystalized from every
line written, touchable thoughts 
crystallization of the author's soul
the original, unreadable, unknown

The wish to witness at pad and pen
as soul pours ink to paper page
tonguing salty thoughts may be what 
imprinted from the writer to me

© Goode Guy 2012-03-03

http://www.smithsonianmag.com/multimedia/photos/139705383.html

Rainy Days

The revelations of winter pass now,
the captured moments of vertical strife,
the stanchion of paper white birch forests
rigid on the black scratch board of rocky hillock
soon, these markers of winter will be hidden.
The milky froth of frozen ground water with its
watery tresses falling in a downward slashes 
passing over grey granite cliffs will disappear. 
Brave bits green will spring,
rising succulent and sucking, hungry 
as the red tipped maples tonguing the foggy air.
Winter weaned from the austerity of fast.
The still white tombstones marking the hill
will be hidden behind verdant forests of poplar,
beech, maple and rampant evergreen.
Each structural element, each under pinning
pining for the cloak of spring,
craving an end to the cracked and chapped existence,
longing for the robin’s song, and the worm’s rise.
Dreaming of golden dandelions 
as the rain tinkles down.

How Do You See Life

Some rubberneck life through "doggie" eyes,
Always romancing the unattainable,
Fathoming the unfathomable,
And tonguing life's question
For which man has no answer,
Why me?
Life is predicated upon,
Hoarding bones, or tasting them.
The forest of life is frisked,
For trees whose leaves never fall,
And seeking water of smooth surface.
Psyche's are consumed with,
What ill wind blows for me today?
While attached to this woe is me mindset,
Un-embraced is God's birth of day,
The predawn sounds of a city awakening,
Or His conclusion,
Nature coming alive with sound at each sunset.

Temperate Tongues.

Temperate tongues mingle and press,
And i cant lick without tasting sweet,
My tongue glides up your leg but not past your dress.
The power of unhealing emptiness needing to be stuffed seems to cross your feet.
Endurance is where my tongue doesn't get tired of tasting,
And like good wear I'm Everlasting,
Kegels will not help you with this problem your facing.
I'm consuming your every drop and my lips aren't the only ones that's smacking.
The flavor is so light not pungent yet full,
Yet I'm tonguing like I'm digging,
In the crevices of your vessel forms a pool.
And slippery when wet is an understatement when I'm giving.

Early snacks are always followed,
And while you accidentally play with your food i stare,
Desert topped so delicately with cream gets swallowed.
And as you lay panting, gentle gestures with my fingers in your hair.

Abundance

An abundance of passionate thoughts cloud my mind
Visioning my hands all over you, tonguing every crevice
Casting spells of love potion number nine

Your face is my poster board for perfection
So creative and refined
Am I high?
Falling over drunk, or plain stupefied

Administer a dose of Absinthe
Through your eyes I can see you want more
Accelerating with the power of a Basilisk
Filling your dreams on a realistic level.. 
No dreams
Pushing you to your core

I'll give you what you want
Opportunities galore
Wiggling uncontrollably
Your beautiful body sprawled 
On my living room floor

This uncontrollable feeling I have is that of fate
If you're not the one, then you must be a prototype
It's hard to keep up with all your hype
Come with me darling
Of my passion you shall partake

Your love is never enough
Pour it over me like a faucet on on high
With our love so abundantly clear
Both you and I know there is nothing to fear..


Jared Pickett.....:JP]

Swallowing Anxiety Implodes the Light Sockets

This frenzy of feeling
this pull of hindsight
is bursting in optics
resounding in light
at the tip of a porcupine
centered explosion
this frenzy of feeling
internal implosion

This fanatic fancy
this race to be found
is shooting star tonguing
and silent of sound
at the tip of the mouth
on the verge of a thought
this fanatic fancy
can never be caught

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