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Alvin Llanos Poem
I cannot help feeling the way that I feel
or doing the things that I do;
acting the way I'm not supposed to.
For I have not the discipline to do so.
Your presence is powerful, and intense..
it overwhelms me completely
and takes control of me.
For that moment, it's an eternity.
I am rendered helpless..
in a state of mind in which I cannot think
clearly, nor focus or believe
in anything other than you.
Everything that I have learned.
Everything that I have built myself upon
has vanished. No rules or religion can
deter me to think otherwise.
I am at your mercy,
whether your intent was to do so or not;
it's how I feel, and it's how I am
when I'm with you.
Copyright © Alvin Llanos | Year Posted 2016
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Alvin Llanos Poem
Her supple and shapely silhouette rests submissively
as the luster upon the soft satin sheets arouses
sensual images of salaciousness beneath the sheen surface
My empty yet enduring eyes slowly engage the darkness
eager to embark upon the elusive lines energizing the elation
as a sojourning moon entices her to endear
Her excelling exuberance... exploited on exhalation
exposing her explicitly, exemplifying the excerpt
of an exonerated experience as the moonlight expires
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Alvin Llanos Poem
Like the faint speckles of light
piercing through a fabric of black silk
upon the fore of flickering flames
from an ensemble of a thousand tealights
The obscure vast extends beyond our perspective
opening our minds, birthing visual imagery
brought upon by this vivid intimacy
between the light and the dark
Like ornate embroidery, leisurely sewn
as clouds transform while traversing the temporal expanse
revealing our past through portraits
of images we once knew
The romantic serenity politely interrupted
by wisps of wind that softly whisper
feeling their breath; as a caress of silk
delicately brushing against our skin
As the warmth of Earth, upon which our bodies rest
holds us closely as our souls explore
the everlasting and exclusive wonders
under the night sky
Copyright © Alvin Llanos | Year Posted 2016
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Alvin Llanos Poem
As a blooming rose
unveils a Winter's first mask
Her smile enslaves me
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Alvin Llanos Poem
What is wrong with using "not"?
It is a negative to an eloquent adjective, verb or noun
Simply the opposite state of being; which one should NOT frown
For programmers, "not" is a logical complement
which helps us filter-out things we do NOT want
and is used sparsely and NOT to flaunt.
By simply twisting our thought at 180-degrees,
it's used to portray an abrupt reversal image in our mind.
A quick look at a mirror, and NOT you will find.
Affix a k-, yet "knot" still sounds the same
but it will help keep our things secure.
From our pretzels, shoes and the ribbon-wrapped gifts we procure.
Add an s-, and the children will be amused.
Defiance is in its nature, is it NOT?
That is, to disgust their friends with each others snot.
So, to be or NOT to be
Copyright © Alvin Llanos | Year Posted 2016
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Alvin Llanos Poem
I can see it in their eyes
their disdain piercing through
my ignorant gaze
rolling in discontent
weakening my resolve
as they close to dismiss
my very existence
I can hear it in their voices
with deliberate tones of sarcasm
to destroy my esteem
throwing facetiously coy remarks
to challenge my will
outnumbered in unison
to quell me into silence
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Alvin Llanos Poem
Alone to be
and not one other to see
for miles across this land.
Is there a reason
for this act of treason;
an answer, I demand.
I cry out loudly
both polite and profoundly
yet there is nothing to hear.
My heart starts to ache
as I begin to shiver and shake.
To live my life in fear.
Is there not a friend
or is this the end
of all life in existence?
Am I alive, but not well
or have I gone to hell?
For all I have is silence.
Copyright © Alvin Llanos | Year Posted 2016
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