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Caio Gomes Jan 13
Joy, it caught me content,
Hopping, smiling.
Overflowing emotion,
Moved,
Restless,
Thoughtful,
Full,
Happy,
Truly, if only for a moment.
I wish it could last,
And perpetuate itself
Consistently,
Continuously.
But, content with the present,
I hold, marked consistently,
A memory present in the future,
A certain present.
Expressing with this simple poem the joy of a happy moment that you know will be marked in memory by its intensity and brevity.
Robert Oliva Jan 11
OK so these two  hookers who work the docks get together after work to discuss their day. The boat came in and the one told the other the most beautiful Sailor ever got off the boat . She asked him if he wanted some company and he said "baby it's all I've been thinking about for six months."
He asks how much for a date and she says for $100 you get this you get that and I will bring you to the heights of ecstasy you can't even imagine . He said I don't have a hundred dollars .
So she turns around after trying to walk away and says OK buddy it's been a slow day so  for $50 I could give you some oral and bring you to the same heights of ecstasy ? He said , **** for six months that was the first thought on my mind but baby I ain't even got 50 . But it's been a slow day she tells her friend and I'm not even nice and offer a 25 ******* if he's quick. He said I got 25 dollars. Her friend asks what did u do? "Well I pull down his pants and he's bigger than anybody I ever seen."
Friend asks , well, what did u do?"
She says " I lent him 75 Bucks"!!! 

Xoxo. 

Risqué Levity
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Joy
She is easily found in the little things,  
In dewdrops glistening in the first ray of light,  
As sparrows sing their happy melodies,  
In the chorus of the morning's gentle recite.

She lives within each day awakening,  
In rainfall's soft, percussive song,  
And in countless fleeting moments
That proved remarkable all along.

She lingers in winter's misty breath,  
Rising softly through the morning chill,  
And in autumn's amber warmth,  
As leaves whirl and dance at the wind’s will.

You’ll find her in the spotlight's gleam,  
In a bittersweet applause that soars,  
And in content hearts that quietly know  
She will visit them once more.

I've learned to never cage her spirit,  
Nor beg with her to remain,  
But to welcome her like the sunrise  
When joy chooses to brighten my day.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I was inspired to write this poem this morning as I stood outside in the chilly English air and I quietly listened to the bird song for a few moments. I exhaled, I smiled and found myself content with everything around me.
It is remarkable what little things can bring us joy.
I hope that this poem brings you a little bit of joy too. 🙂
neth jones Dec 2024
i will build a yurt            it will satisfy my soul
i will make a short film
i will learn polite society's manner
these things   will satisfy my soul
i will become genuine and plant a bright garden
   and satisfy my soul
i will employ better personal hygiene
   become sexually activated
        and roam the streets aggravated
will i satisfy my soul there ?
raise a flag, have a care ?
i could eat a meal slowly  you know  as an experience
     using mouthfeel skills and detecting it's notes
don’t pay the bill  start a riot  and register to vote
i will - i won't ; do the things
    and rattle my pelt til i am soul sated
Luca Scarrott Oct 2024
To exist in the present moment
is to exist in contentment
to command no extremities of emotion
and take deep breaths calmly.

I felt content today.
Like I’ve walked along a bay
with fresh salty sea air and
the wind gently pattering my face.

I felt like I’ve stepped along a shore
leaving no trace
in the sand.

Like I’ve welcomed
the embrace of the wild wind.

And, like a child,
laughing and smiling
and tumbling in the crumbling sand
without a care in the world.

Except the present moment.
I get so caught up in the heavy whirlwind of everyday life most of the time but sometimes there's a fleeting moment when I see myself in almost third person - most often when I'm witnessing something beautiful and I don't want the moment to end or when I'm in a particularly difficult place and there's a break: a rustle in the leaves or the song of a bird and I breath in these moments of quiet peace. That fleeting presentness is what this poem is about!
Mrs Timetable Oct 2024
I was in love
With a moment in time
And it broke my heart
Over and over
It left,
Returned,
Left again
Why do you torment me?
It was about to answer
Then
It was gone
Companion piece to "Drove"
gift Oct 2024
let's look back and reminisce
those days
when you were once mine
let nostalgia swallow us whole
until we fill the voids in our hearts
with regrets of what we could've been
and content of what we are now
—g. l
Did she notice,
when she walked down into my eyes
that my sight stole my voice?
To return in stuttered, half compliments
of flitting words.
too flimsy to hold the heart.

Did she notice my staring gaze,
my eyes, casting timid glances
while I searched myself for eloquent words
to tell her my knees were weak,
and my heart was beating
with good dishonourable intentions.

Wrapped in midnight
and pink hued sunset horizons.
Hiding some and alluding to others,
the woman curved beneath the clothes.

Her hair up, in golden silk curls
to celebrate tonight
with full passioned lips
smacking of sultry invitations,
and drowning deep sea eyes.
Sporting a breathless smile
and black heels.
While I feel so ordinary and tedious,
dressed in my fine suit
and matching offsets.

She takes my hand
so everyone can see
that she is mine.
And now I am alive.

How beautifully she shines;
beyond the limit of the eyes
to the scope of the heart
and the extent of the soul,
that see in different dimensions
than sights' perception can go.
To unmask the splendor
behind the face.

For this is what pulls the strings
of my surrendering;
A man and clothes
may make each other,
but a woman
will make him feel it.
kel Aug 2024
have always wanted to escape reality-
from disney princess movies as a kid
to being a pre teen feeling real ******
reading all those fantasy books
then discovered romance and ****
as a weird teenager that barely lives
and keeps wanting to cut
myself but I know nobody gives
a single **** about my dreams
because I've always wanted to just fly
or shoot beams
or getting really really high
with dopamine in my veins
because if I met my fated partner in a whole another world
I'll be content for no reason
at all <3
Amina Aug 2024
She is centered
                          (laden)

He really wants to
Walk The Walk
Talk The Talk
                          (Love)

Travel with me!
     I'll do it but I'll speak
            Arabic English  
           (my love language)
                   wherever the country

Say the reason?
         It is long term conflict
               a default by the region

                   Yet I met Narimane
                      Her way ushers in French
                            (your new language)

                          A true consolation
                                  her saying:
                 'Je suis khenchelite de souche'
                            with genuine tone
                                     I love it.
at 2a.m
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