Purveyor of Poetry & Porn
Just wrote this up quick for another site...the subject prompt was "poetry contests"...
Poetry Contests...
I have entered so many contests,
And I’m starting to wonder why,
Just sitting here thinking about it,
Makes me want to cry.
I always try to do my best,
To make my words compelling,
I make sure not to use text speak,
And I even check my spelling.
But it seems that whatever I do,
My words just get neglected,
And though I start with high hopes,
I always end up feeling rejected.
I wish I knew the judge’s address,
Or at least of their PayPal account,
Then I could at least send them a bribe,
Just tell me the correct amount.
Just once I’d like a great big trophy,
That I could stand up on the floor,
Or even just a paper certificate,
That I could put on the refrigerator door.
Just once I’d like to hold my head,
High above the crowd,
Be able to phone my mom,
And make her really proud.
But, now I enter another contest,
And I’ll probably crash and burn,
I should probably take up another hobby,
But, I guess I’ll never learn.
10-16-12.
Angel Princess of Passion
Some write about wanting
Others about needing
While some just read
I write about having
Have I lost love, yes
Have I been selfish, yes
Have I cried, laughed, felt indifferent
Have I been human, of course
Nature plays with my emotions
It is up to me if I tag along
Storms and clouds or a peace that calms
A sweet kiss or a mountain of turmoil
I choose to have peace, harmony and balance
No more games, no more hiding within shadows
I have color, light and what matters is that
I have a treasure, you are mine, I have you.
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
Angel Princess of Passion
You asked me to provide words beyond verses
My desire is to please your wishes
Yet not all Poets are Storytellers
Heart and Soul pours from verses
Alas, outline must be defined in tales
To each his own, smiles and joy
The moment must be lived
Savored, inhaled with passion
Poems are just that, Life that flows
Stories are nice, quite an adventure
Poems are a blaze of light
Thunder that resounds from the soul
If this is my demise
Then so it shall be
For my color is Poetic
One day, I may pen a tale
But for now, feel all this
All the Love in my verses
These are yours
You create them in me
We live them, together
Laugh, Learn and Most of all Love...My Way of Life...
When I see your expression in deep ecstasy
And listen to your voice moan expressively
I try to understand what makes you respond
Driving your inner being into a different woman
What is that feeling deep inside your pussy
When my tongue caress your clit thoroughly
I am a man, so I will never know for sure
All the sensation you experience so pure
You try to describe it at your best
I will never know because I cannot test
You are amazing at the receiving end
Messages of true sexual pleasure you send
Is it like a fire, electricity, flood or volcano?
Must be unique to keep you wanting more
Beyond control the waves you ride high
Causing you to erupt with shrieks and cries
I truly wish I knew how you entirely feel
I wish to experience all you do for real
Something small:His
Breathe swirls like wind on fire
Hearts beat
Timber grows
Gentle smacks
Harsher blows
I am his
and this he knows
In just a glance
beauty came to me
she never knew
how my heart
came alive again
just by her eyes
a spark of life
a hint of sadness
it all spoke to me
in a language
that needs no words
If only
I could break this silence
which holds me close
but so far away....
A flower without it's petals,
the beach without the sea.
A pen without any paper,
a lonelier place to be.
A book without any words,
a leaf without a tree.
A holiday without the sunshine,
is how it feels to me.
My soul too.
Wanting, needing, vulnerability,
It was never matched by peace or stability.
Too fragile an ego and love not returned.
You can't give in vain, that's what I have learned.
Yet I could not stop, it seemed I'd no choice,
Bewitched and enslaved by a magical voice.
Balance was needed but never in place,
To go back to that, I never could face.
Too many nightmares, too many screams,
I realise now that they were not MY dreams.
Perhaps one day I'll look back and smile,
But healing the hurt sure takes a while.
I tried, truly, I did my best,
But now I need to heal and rest.
I'm getting stronger every day,
As good things start to come my way.
The mistakes that I made, when I was weak,
Have helped me learn what I now seek.
This is now, I was different then
I can tell you, it won't happen again.
I'm sorry that I fell in love,
I never meant to fall in love.
Butchertown
Sing me a postcard...
(Write me a lovesong?)
For the night is crawling home like a snake
And I'm alone in Butchertown.
'One' is a number
That can't get invited
To the parties that fight the dark and the unknown,
And cock a snark at Butchertown.
Memories ail me
For what were we thinking?
Dragging me like passionate panties down
In mocking, laughing Butchertown.
Smiling for camera
Then home for the evening...
A glass, a drink, a shudder and a frown,
Gazing out at Butchertown.
No point in shaving
No one around...
Practice smiles in the mirror but I'm not a clown,
Just a lost citizen of Butchertown.
Cold sheets of cotton
A book and a nightcap
And a brand new nightgown.
But no-one sees in Butchertown...
XX SF
(I think Poetry REALLY is the hardest medium to write in... It's TEMPTING, because, as writers, it's something we FEEL we should be able to do, and yet, it's so VERY subjective and hard to judge... I normally write songs, which I know I can kinda do, BUT, when, as here, I write a deliberate poem, I Have NO IDEA how it will be judged. I have NO IDEA if there's ANY worth in it...)
Obviously that doesn't stop me... (Perhaps it SHOULD!!!)
This place is rather fun,
This place is rather odd,
It grabs a hold of your heart,
Then kicks you up the bum!
Your place, or my place?
Your fun, or my fun?
Your odd, or my odd?
Your heart, or my heart?
Your bum, or my bum?
Your verse, or my verse?
The same, and yet disparate.
And yet...fragmented?
Tango with The Devil
Poison has entered this loving heart..
Disbelief to what she saw...
How can one be so blinded for the signs...
Rocked between darkness and light
A dark entity has entered,
Spreading its acids.
Threats, intimidation, accusation,
Covered in declarations of love...
Or is it resurrecting from within..
Was it already there,
In slumber waiting to attack..
Just when she admit she has been fooled,
She cracks...
Trying to get rid of this poison,
This glue she was repaired with...
All the time her love and faith
Blinded her for that force of destruction...
Deafened her for the voices from within
Since at times she was strong enough for both...
Brief moments of light love & recognition
Feelings of loss, anger, hurt,
Are followed by shame...
Shame for her need to belong
Shame she ignored the warning signs
Shame she danced with the devil
And misses it...
She needs to heal herself
This darkness is not hers...
Yet is still pumps inside her
Each day she will gain in strength
She will be washed
Washed by her own clean tears
Tears that will take this acid out
Make it evaporate to dust
She forgot the many attempts to mutiny.
The mind a willing ally to make forget
The pain, signs and shock.
Ignored since she wanted to see the right...
She wanted to love the good..
How many times was her heart tempted..
Thinking it was her..
Her guilt and self-doubt
Made her bend in impossible ways, flexible
Love resurrected and kept her strong
All signs from the soul deeply tugged away..
She could not be fooled..
She needed to believe his words...
It was her doubt, her force
She punished herself instead
She was offered the moon
Yet she knew the price would be too high
Evil in disguise
Or good taken over by bad...
He appealed to her darkness
Lurked from it
Pushed her boundaries
Tempted, seduced her dark side
Her knees shaked but she never bowed...
Sometimes when the beast was tired..
She saw his inner gold...
Thinking she could save him...
Now when the struggle is still hard,
The top to reach, far and high.
She sees the light and knows...
That she can only truly save herself...
Floating
Watching the stars fall and sparkle
Moving
Not feeling cold...
Cause the thought of you warms me
Not scared because the love for you is guarding me
Feeling drawn to you
The universe is setting the trail for me to follow...
My life untill now has prepared me for that moment
Happy & smiling because at last I can not only touch you
but I can almost see you...
I am no longer adrift
I am free...
We made love last night
Under the soft light of the waning moon
The sounds of the waves
Crashing on the shores
Rushed into our ears
Infused our bodies
And drove our rhythm over the edge
When the waters calmed
You held me close to your heart
Whispered words of love
Promises of forever
Where did it all go wrong?
Why I am standing here
Dazed
Confused
Alone
To face the harsh light of day.
At last...
My lips touch yours
in a featherlight kiss
You open your eyes...
Instantly starting this torrent,
This rush through my body...
Again...soft velvet wet lips
Breath choked
Pulse in drums
Our tongues explore softly
Another intense look
Pause...as my fingers trace your lips..
Yes... a long sigh
Hungry lips, roaming hands
My fingers on your face move to your hair
A bouquet of the sweetest honey, exotic flowers,
The juiciest fruits, explodes in our mouths
Like the tastiest wine asking for more...
Eyes close...My heart erupts in her own orgasm
We tumble in each others depths
On this colourful, endless, bedazzling journey..
Smiling, kissing till our breathing is joined
Minds are shut and
Hearts take over...
Freedom
It has been a while now
A while since the excitement ran through my veins
Since my brain told my body to relax
and allow my soul to believe in the absolute truth:
Everything will be alright.
The tension, the laughter, the unsuspected
The increase of energy
and the flow of breath
It has been a while now since boundries were the challenge
and the sky just a stop along the way to higher ground
A while since my heart beat alongside mother earth
My feet honoring her with every step
Let the wind take the sands of time and sweep me of my feet
Present me water to quench my thirst for adventure and I
will worship you with the flame of my existence
Allow me to be a child of the elements once again
Grant me freedom
And I will promise you to never question your reasons
Acceptance will be the price I pay for every day spent living
in the light of the revelations you bestow upon me
May I be young and wild or old and wise
I will never forget my journey is as endless as the concept of time
and death will welcome me as a friend when I am done
Reminding me that there's nothing to be afraid of
Save for fear itself
here is another quick one
There was a young man from the valley
Prayed to his ancient Gods
For one wish only
From the bottom of my heat
I wish I were a tear
To be born in her soft golden eyes
Live on her smooth satin cheek
Die on her red velvet lips
For she is my eternal love
Grant me this wish
Let me die on her lips
So I can feel once more
The taste of her kiss
I am but a shell of myself
As grey and transparent as a spirit.
Floating above my once so strong,
Red, beating, loving heart..
Surviving,
Moving forward
Between these loveless souls.
Leaving this puddle of broken dreams and faith behind
Since she only answered to fairy tales...
She has looked the wizard of Oz in the eyes...
Disguised behind mesmerizing heart draining faces
I am moving on empty...
Locking my bleeding heart and crazed soul...
Throwing away the key.
As this year is a year of work, not love...
For love is for believers
And my faith is running out...
Just a short poem
From me to you
If you don't like my poem
FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
Chest to Chest.
Skin to Skin.
Humping so hard my panties are getting thin.
haha
It's slight, that shimmer,
and it feints. Still, you
know that even quiet,
even subtle, unrest
present, once bared
is no longer satisfied
to sit stoic, perched
watching. Rooting, it
delves and binds, bores
until finally finding hold,
taking what it will, at
once stripping you and
railing at the void left.
"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered." ~F. Scott Fitzgerald
A whispered word creates a tremble
can it be true or merely a dream
of a reality that exists only in my mind
A feather light touch all
doubt is cast aside as the tremble
builds to an earthquake
Evergreen
Her naked streams run upon my palate,
she's no novice to the sin.
She belies the forethought,
of what we thought were prim.
Regulate the entrance,
disavow our want.
Give to me your secret,
your deluge, futures taunt.
I lay and lie upon her,
mother to the kin.
She knows the sweet surrender,
neither giving wants within.
So we allow the torment,
of strangers and decree.
The shepherd and the wolf,
life's sweet love parody.
