Halo's Flare
Honeyed sunlight pouring through the air,
glowing with halo's flare.
How sweet it is to be alive —
to hear your own heart jagger loud and wild
amidst life's heaviness.
How sweet it is to love —
to let your heart sway and heave,
pace and rest, in love.
Smiles curved upon a face,
the voluptuousness of her hips embraced,
two hearts playing tag,
sweet laughter, after.
Moments frozen in tenderness and realness.
It is with such sweetness to love,
but more surpassing all feeling
is to be loved.
Spontaneous,
All caressing,
Wind,
That she has loved,
As much as a glass,
Of champagne,
In evenings splendor,
That has sighingly,
Caressed,
Her wild sweet laughter,
Her hairs golden tenderness,
Warm and chill winds,
That has caressed,
Her hems,
Her voluptuousness,
Her sad and joyous soul,
Amorous wind,
That has caressed,
Her champagne love,
Upon margarita and chill shores,
Moonlit wind,
That has caressed,
Her exotic and ethereal being,
Mango wind,
That has kissed,
And embraced,
Her sweet vineyard charm,
That she loves,
As much as a glass of wine,
In midnights candle,
As she salsas,
like a ballerina,
All caressing,
Summer,
and autumn wind,
that she loved,
As much as jazz,
You are like jazz,
Under the stars,
That she lovingly danced,
And dances within,
Shimmering,
And sweetly
Reynaldo Casison
RELISH THE RICHNESS
luscious
notions
attempt
to demonstrate
vibrancy
touchingly subdued
original
precisely
endured
refashioned
fulsomely
in
gorgeous
desired
voluptuousness
feminine
apparent nonchalance
inhabiting
&evoking
sevelteness
semi-revealed
conscious
twinned
with entitlement
intriguingly
sensuous
stunningly
nurturing
the surreal
A governess, a guardian of the young, so known and dear as to be called “Mother” and a noblewoman, just barely 12 by age, named Portia, sit talking as the sun sets the stage for a cool, cloudless night.
“Mother, who invented candlelight and the slow, delicate brush of lips?”
“Some rakish boy, pawning his experience for present pleasure, no doubt.”
“Say true, Mother. If you were a man, would you find this common body worthy of love?”
“You show no blemish child, and display a certain bony voluptuousness - I should think.”
The governess begins to comb and braid Portia’s hair for sleep.
“I saw Portincio this morning, in the courtyard.”
“The boy from Padua?”
“He’s a man Mother, and his cast portents a passion so sweet - it shakes my very frame.”
Mother chuckles, “Even hopeless birds sing in cages.”
“I am not hopeless!” Portia writhes angrily, like a snake about to strike but mother calms her.
“Shoo, shoo, now,” Mother purrs, brushing all the more gently, “I meant nothing of it.” After a moment, she continues, “Love is more than coquetry, little one, and it soon passes - like a parade, or a rash. For now, be happy, you are like the chaste stars - unreachable.”
past retentiveness
absurdity would not last
you or me
idiosyncratic
riddles held not held
pain lurking
an obdurate innuendo
bonafide
talks uttered
not uttered by me
an acquaintance
whimsical bearing
I can witness
concurrently
a squandering
magnetism balanced
voluptuousness
blurred cipher
withstanding at the egress
nevermore ingress
taught apotheosized
in conundrum
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived. Poem inspired by Poet Brian Strand.
Written: February 12, 2022
1st place contest winner
A Strand (1073) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
conception
of
femininity
exposed
the courageous
determined
energetic
in exuberant voluptuousness
with intent
of lips&
strongwilled chin
evocative
of
disconcerting
freedom
yet
an object
of desire
in perturbing
sensuality
Pale
of tenderness,
dare
impure
gentle,
be rude to
candor...
be stealthy
in the present,
enthusiastic
almost childish,
inert energized...
Be faithful even when betraying,
I can't find love out of love
ecstatic even though it's worth it,
to be trapped in voluptuousness and
in pleasure...exhausting
get down, stand up,
be sad with faith,
heal yourself with love,
running away from disappointments,
just for love to live...!
On the wall, the night is a picture surrealistic ... In the flesh I tire my life ... My head runs deeply into the world ... And my feet devour distances back ... Here the pen divert me to writing on the white page that is offered ... Voluptuousness, a desire invades me ... I intend to love her writing...but only in the dim light, the final solution appears ... oh! insomnia of the night... !
You were voluptuousness, innocent and pure,
the personification of beauty and pleasure.
And much like Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of love,
you knew how to fuel the dreams and aspirations of men.
A vestal of promiscuity and femininity
your sexual attraction was undeniable,
and on that night, I instantly fell in love with you.
My throbbing heart started beating wildly,
and my pulse began to race.
I was in a place of euphoric bliss,
a magical dream filled with laughter and whispered wishes.
You took me to paradise, gave my soul wings,
and taught me to fly!
And ultimately soar
among angels in the realm of heaven.
I've never felt like this before
and shall never doubt love again.
There are no words to describe how you affect me,
all I can say is, I love you and always will.
Like the missing piece
of a puzzle,
you complete me and make me whole.
(Free Verse)
6/21/2018
I'm a black Anúbis
and I'm on the edge of my bed.
Oh glamor, the one I feel
when I roll in bed
and my feet huge or hot legs
twist and my trunk
I lick the snot of my voluptuousness.
I'm a Black Anúbis
and satisfy females
I am God, an intelligent God!
Reaching to heights like Everest,
Searching for a love so best,
Journeyed from East through West,
Just looking for someone to bring first.
Your love caught my heart like a spider,
And your belle-visage broke my heart insitu.
The smile that weakens me is from my lover,
The lips that bears my all is you.
Voluptuousness well defined,
Skin silk and curvature redefined,
Beauty natural underlined,
Not even demigods undermine.
Well mannered is that of my lover,
Immensely calculated proving wiser,
Respect and politeness in all her endeavors,
Thus I call her the real lover.
Dear my Dearest,
Forever you come first,
In my heart you will remain the best,
Shift my heart into your nest,
For you are my dearest.
Did someone just mention nudie beaches
Where inhibitions are thrown to the wind
Divesting oneself of the rules of society
Exposing all our lily white skin
Where voluptuousness causes virile males
To babble incoherently and drool
This is not to disparage the lesser endowed
But it's always been BIG BOOBIES RULE
Don't have to be large and well shaped orbs
Small and perky can still turn heads
A female's appeal has a very wide range
Must be upright and preferably not dead
As long as her body has all the main parts
In a relatively organized manner
It's immaterial to most virile young males
When viewing with his built-in scanner
© Jack Ellison 2014
A re-broadcast!
Erotica looks deep inside your soul.
Just one kiss overwhelms inhibition.
Could you take away exhibition?
Sensuality is truth without toll.
Sensory appeasement her goal,
Bodily movements as magician,
She has complete submission.
Voluptuousness is the whole.
Your heart is captured deep.
Both minds bonded now.
Your spirit may weep.
Though flesh will allow,
Physical actions to keep,
Erotica makes her vow.
date written 11-19-2013
Did someone just mention a nudie beach
Where inhibitions are thrown to the wind
Divesting oneself of the rules of society
Exposing our lily white skin
Where voluptuousness causes virile males
To babble incoherently and drool
Not to disparage the lesser endowed
But it's always been BIG BOOBIES RULE
Don't have to be large and well shaped orbs
Small and perky can still turn heads
A female's appeal has a very wide range
Must be upright and preferably not dead
As long as her body has all the main parts
In a relatively organized manner
It's quite immaterial to virile young males
When viewing with his built in scanner
© Jack Ellison 2013
They are beautiful
and very voluptuous...
but seduce for gain.
They capture hearts...
because their sexuality
is too contagious.
We can't blame Eve
for tempting naive Adam...
the Devil caused it.
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