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Amy H Mar 2015
Can the poet make you dance?
She could put you in a trance
with pretty words
like pirouette or waltz.
If you should start to shiver
when toes and fingers quiver
most assuredly it isn't
all her fault.
Just like music from a player
the rhythm starts to layer
but not unless you
choose to turn it loud.
And then we see you choke,
you poem-loving bloke.
Just being here we've
found your fancy out!
All in good fun, ladies and gents, and a pun for those who enjoy their poems privately.  ;-)
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Amy H Mar 2015
There once was a gal in the bar
who never thought she'd get far.
Her *** waved with dance,
the gents went to trance,
and for a night she was the star*.
Surprise!
Bijan Nowain Mar 2015
That girl has got moves
blaring music that grooves
Shaking, swirling curvy hips
Closes eyes, puckers her lips
Flowing, moving in a trance
Back away so she can dance
Pull out cash, buy her a drink
She's really hot, don't you think?
Don't be a fool, go dance with her
Or the moment will pass in a blur
Get her digits if you can
Treat her right, be her man.
Rayénari Das Feb 2015
I Remained silent vacuum
without daring shapes
to show unrecognizable parasites
sleeping in your ******* and your smiles.

I said that no matter,
who despairs,
that incinerates,
that choking...

is flawless silhouette of your everlasting forms
of your solidarity equine representations
doing frills over my magnetism of heat-dog
corrupting my virginal research
and breaking the enthusiasm of my seaquakes.

It has fallen  thy angel of the thousand forms,
masks jump over spaces of infamous digital corpses.
shadows refuse to remain shadows
and the big destuctor starts to devour 12-penises little girls.

The actual search of thirst

-Sobre, hombre, cumbre, hambre...

ride furious over my back
spur my libidinous thoughts
memorize my pre-meditated ejaculations
break your ***** against my gloomy loser fingers.

We are alone
lost
but
i
have
said
that does not matter
that choking...

who despairs your absence ...
translated from the original in Spanish
Rayénari.
Kenshō Jan 2015
I can feel my heart beat deeper now.
The release of lust has left me bright and living.
My veins course with vibrant pulsations that
bring about a serene confidence in the
silence that I form around my dwelling.

What it is the traveler wishes
to see within me, is a vast
emptiness that will vanish when perceived.
Nothing special is the key,
thus every moment I am hidden.

Amongst the brush the sage can sit,
where no wind can blow,
and Mara is caught cold in snow;
The moment is beautiful, kept and slow.
Thus the answer to everything is the act of letting go.
IsReaL E Summers Dec 2014
With a dance of madness
He exhorts and implores
The masses.
His cadence, a spell
His story, is literally felt.
Dances and hits.
Entranced in spirits.
He moves you.
To victory,
Over Fear.
..over fear.
Lisa Dec 2014
Thoughts and ideas begin to speed up
The to do list is processed as I mull over the day's events
You don't need to be high to be in a trance like this
Lost in the zone once again
Arhat Kay Aug 2014
For lust is a tightrope,
soldering fickle hearts, sewing passion.
Fade at its end,
or tumble into love.
Some hope woos smother,
contemplates the fall
To stir a velvet landing,
and dances slow.

She in her unbidden trance,
her golden hair littered,
sits in prayer, fidgets;
snuffed from the fall.
Forlorn, for an indulgent sliver.
Now lies a cold lover,
in her morphine bedlam.
Fire flies are in the air,
Like nature lights with it's flare.

As if fire dissipate embers in the air,
Tranced by short blazing from the stare.

Reflection of Mother Nature's care,
And mystical fire flies soft glare.

These are the nights I shall share,
If you are so inclined by my dare.

You can be my equal pair,
And I'll share with you these flying embers in the nightly breeze air.
I would share this view with you the mother nature's night lights in the air.
Clindballe May 2014
In a trance, slashing throats. I'm in a killer mood someone's going to pay for this. All this betray and backstabbing. Pleasure by seeing other people suffering. Stressed out, messed up, ****** up. Killing every living thing as I walk by. Tonight you're all going to pay. Tonight is the end. **Suffer!
Written: May 22. -2014
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