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Knock,Knock at your door
I'm here today to give you more
Hard I come to the core
My in and out may leave you sore
Words I pile to make you smile
Magic moments we keep on file
Expression of thought done with style
Write poetry that rhymes I go that extra mile
Good vibrations sent out every day
Many are the reasons why I walk this way
Inner child comes out to play
Can't see the wind yet still the trees sway
Knock,Knock please let me in
In eye of the beholder lives the sin
Justice blind create the spin
On foundation of loss we build the win
No more doors..No more halls
Eliminate doubt bring down the walls
Take a stand pick up those who fall
Tap into greatness within us all.
Poetry by M.A.N 12-22-15 I'm going through drafts doing edits and posting before new year..
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I want a poet
between my thighs,
wicked tongue wrapped
in verse,
drive and provoke,
serenade
this dancing knot
of prose hidden here,
a hungry mound
saturated beneath a soft
cocoon of sweltering flesh,
suspended in expectation
inspired to spill forth
steaming compositions
sticky on his epic lips,
grinning.

And he’ll rise then
breathing a new stanza
onto my fragrant neck
“Sandalwood,” he’ll whisper
as he fills me with a new
refrain
emphatically taunts
my music
to sing down onto
his tightened fuse,
running rivulets spiraling
along his determined thighs,
crying out into his
listening ear,
a requiem so potent it
drips off the page
and becomes some reality.
This poem can be found in Venus Laughs, a collection of poetry from Harmoni McGlothlin, available at GraceNotesBooks.com.
 Dec 2015 KL Taguiam
raine cooper
maybe love is to watch a thousand winters pass, and still stand by his side because you know he's made of spring
©rainecooper
look into my eyes, everest boy
with your little grin, oh so coy
for every thing that you can destroy,
it's me that you choose enjoy
tell me how fire and ice coexist
from the same supple lips i kissed
in your words that i can't resist,
and in your tongue i choose to desist
hands like spiders crawling on my thighs
creeping up my skin oh so high
leaving a trail of endless sighs
just as spring bids the snow goodbye
roses start to bloom around my spine
vivid hues blend to form a sign
petals forming an intricate line
while pain grows through each thorn and vine
oh everest boy, tell me your fears
for with you, i'm always all ears
even if it takes a million years
i'd like to see your sincerest tears
a potion of pleasure and regret,
a concoction of thrill and fret
too late to say we only just met,
too early that i won't forget
the perfect mistake
doesn't come into your life
as an ugly thing

oh darling, it's like
warm fire on a cold winter
heating up your skin

it's like finding this
oasis in the desert
quenching up your thirst

it even comes as
human presence on sadness
candle in the dark

the perfect mistake
never regrets hurting you
and will eat you whole

it's thought-consuming
like a passionate first kiss
creating daydreams

fulfilling wishes
like shooting stars in the sky
or is it your eyes?

comes as a surprise
the kind that leaves you breathless
filling the spaces

the perfect mistake
won't come with horns and tail but
as this boy you like
(c) maria allyssa
a haiku written in ten minutes
find me
in the
in-betweens
where you
left me
(c) maria allyssa
10-word poetry.
I am quite certain that
the earth isn't flat,
all the roses will wilt,
voices lose their lilt,
reds and yellows will fade,
in time, every shade
and you will never know
when they come and go
but have a little faith
for things can be great
know that a girl like you
can be a treasure too
this friendship is a gift
no one else can lift
(c) maria allyssa
a poem for a friend who turned 21 today
 Dec 2015 KL Taguiam
Poetic T
Floating on a stream of delicate warm milk
I gather handfuls of froth udders tepid silk.

Chilled hands collect warmth on a cold night,
Fulfilled memories of past moments do ensue.  

Each one descends into foamy warm truth
I pick out the choc chips going down smooth.
first stanza end rhyme
second stanza start rhyme
Last stanza near rhyme
My Love;
If I should pass this warm, star-filled, summer's night....
With the smiling moon,
     so full......
        Ever so bright.....
Tomorrow I will become the brightest star
     streaking through your clearest window
         shinning my most beautiful silver light
             upon your smooth face,
                at rest, upon your softest pillow.....
I will enter your saddest dreams
    your tear filled, broken heart
       engulfing you in my warm spiritual, caress,
           soothing your sorrows
               bringing you peaceful rest....
If I should pass, this warm, star-filled, summer's night,
    remember always, I love you, forever,
        until that glorious day in Heaven
            we joyfully unite..........
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