"beggary" poems
his touch lingers
caressing intimately
feeling his lips
graze the breadth
of me
mesmerized...
scent of him remain
in deep recesses of
my mind
enthralled...
as if, he's still pulsates
within; each ****** ignites,
every glide excites
I sigh in beggary...
as whispers in thoughts of
him dwell deep; tongue
penetrates, body relentlessly, seeps
loving me from my hair follicles
to my toes...
in thought, I languidly pose
mesmerized...
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 3:07 AM UTC
he asked me why
I'd absorb his ardent spirits
and chain want of soul
he knows why
I demand total control
...to convey my lust for pleasurable pain
this ache in thighs
denies an uttered sigh
as I cry inside with lust
strutting before him in nylon and pumps
he jumps through hoops, leashed;
he begs and flex, hungry for what is next
while I slap his hardened ****
tick tock its almost time
unwind and rock
to tease and please
I think not;
as heat of breath
taunts each slap of ****
his moans go unclocked
...as he loses control
Mistress, please he begs and moan
how long? watching hardness grow
long, strong in fits of hunger
he whispers and drools,
Mistress!!!!!
...your sweet ambrosia I know
eager beggary to be unleashed
ready to pounce
unload every ounce
but, I won't as I blindfold
and ring his ****
fore, his time is still
on the clock...tick tock
I smile, while he gropes
in the dark...leashed...now bark!
tell me! are you hard enough?
...I tease and taunt him some more
**** now hard as a rock...lash of whip...whack
...in your corner...I'll be back...after Jack laps wet ******
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 3:39 AM UTC
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To lose one’s faith—surpass
The loss of an Estate—
Because Estates can be
Replenished—faith cannot—
Inherited with Life—
Belief—but once—can be—
Annihilate a single clause—
And Being’s—Beggary—
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"Though to my feathers in the wet,
I have stood here from break of day.
I have not found a thing to eat,
For only ******* comes my way.
Am I to live on lebeen-lone?'
Muttered the old crane of Gort.
"For all my pains on lebeen-lone?'
King Guaire walked amid his court
The palace-yard and river-side
And there to three old beggars said,
"You that have wandered far and wide
Can ravel out what's in my head.
Do men who least desire get most,
Or get the most who most desire?'
A beggar said, "They get the most
Whom man or devil cannot tire,
And what could make their muscles taut
Unless desire had made them so?'
But Guaire laughed with secret thought,
"If that be true as it seems true,
One of you three is a rich man,
For he shall have a thousand pounds
Who is first asleep, if but he can
Sleep before the third noon sounds."
And thereon, merry as a bird
With his old thoughts, King Guaire went
From river-side and palace-yard
And left them to their argument.
"And if I win,' one beggar said,
'Though I am old I shall persuade
A pretty girl to share my bed';
The second: "I shall learn a trade';
The third: "I'll hurry' to the course
Among the other gentlemen,
And lay it all upon a horse';
The second: "I have thought again:
A farmer has more dignity.'
One to another sighed and cried:
The exorbitant dreams of beggary.
That idleness had borne to pride,
Sang through their teeth from noon to noon;
And when the sccond twilight brought
The frenzy of the beggars' moon
None closed his blood-shot eyes but sought
To keep his fellows from their sleep;
All shouted till their anger grew
And they were whirling in a heap.
They mauled and bit the whole night through;
They mauled and bit till the day shone;
They mauled and bit through all that day
And till another night had gone,
Or if they made a moment's stay
They sat upon their heels to rail,,
And when old Guaire came and stood
Before the three to end this tale,
They were commingling lice and blood
"Time's up,' he cried, and all the three
With blood-shot eyes upon him stared.
"Time's up,' he eried, and all the three
Fell down upon the dust and snored.
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The First. My great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke
In Grattan's house.
The Second. My great-grandfather shared
A pot-house bench with Oliver Goldsmith once.
The Third. My great-grandfather's father talked of music,
Drank tar-water with the Bishop of Cloyne.
The Fourth. But mine saw Stella once.
The Fifth. Whence came our thought?
The Sixth. From four great minds that hated Whiggery.
The Fifth. Burke was a Whig.
The Sixth. Whether they knew or not,
Goldsmith and Burke, Swift and the Bishop of Cloyne
All hated Whiggery; but what is Whiggery?
A levelling, rancorous, rational sort of mind
That never looked out of the eye of a saint
Or out of drunkard's eye.
The Seventh. All's Whiggery now,
But we old men are massed against the world.
The First. American colonies, Ireland, France and India
Harried, and Burke's great melody against it.
The Second. Oliver Goldsmith sang what he had seen,
Roads full of beggars, cattle in the fields,
But never saw the trefoil stained with blood,
The avenging leaf those fields raised up against it.
The Fourth. The tomb of Swift wears it away.
The Third. A voice
Soft as the rustle of a reed from Cloyne
That gathers volume; now a thunder-clap.
The Sixtb. What schooling had these four?
The Seventh. They walked the roads
Mimicking what they heard, as children mimic;
They understood that wisdom comes of beggary.
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My ***** felt a feather heavier than iron
As I’d opted for anything other than rollover
Whilst puking up that, “nicer,” guy.
The drink’s a ghost. The scold’s a mixer,
Soured on the rocks, Shaken, not stirred,
Stirred, not shaken,
And without a sliver of, “he,” who’d opt
Accommodate or acquiesce.
Call it, “transcendence,” I guess?
Born a realization that this world’s,
“DOG-EAT-DOG,” or,
“GOD-EAT-GOD,” or,
“GOD-TEA-DOG,”
And should I not comprehend
This very simple reality,
I’d be a doormat unto my own grave.
So I fail, I’m frail, and all for one tail
Prior the act that’d ever invoke,
“Leave;” even atop the eve of beggary.
Resolute? I’d opt for the longer life, perhaps,
Not that I’d wanted to live to long anyway,
But I’d made a choice,
I’d arbitrated one cardinal direction – elliptical.
I’d acted, placated, satiated, intimidated,
Decimated, defecated, wiggled my right pinky
And culminated a prayer atop altars, “godless,”
To never knock upon that door again.
And so, but one question remains,
“Did I?”
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
fingers sink deep
while lips imprint
with tease
her aroma
discombobulates
enchantingly
leaving me awestruck
in beggary and I
weep with hunger
slowly mouthing my
need to embrace
her femininity
in satiation
of...
tasteful inebriation
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
I watch him; beneath veiled stare,
calming his visible quivers; as he
masks desire in slow breaths,
lips tremble beggary evident with
tease
tongue flicks awaiting a scintilla of
moisture; I squirm in anticipation,
he's on his knees, eyes light up with
devourment
ache arises with heat of yearn; tongue
brushes skin; teeth nibble and breath
quickens snaring me within ecstasies
storm
captured within his gaze, one finger
slowly outlines lips as hand travels length
of thigh slowly enticing, hornily inviting as
muskiness enthralls
and...
I become addicted to his slow teasing;
every curve finger lollygags easing them
one at a time in creamy deluge; to mouth
I bring them tasting me
frenzied...
screaming his name as tip of tongue finds
my ache begging for release; lust filled
moans escape, arching against his
throb; rising hips, meeting each ******
piercing...
deeper, letting him in; riding his rhythm;
ignited in his burn, drawn into sweet
ecstasy
surrendering...
in slow motion...
loved profoundly...
watching him sultrily...
hunger no longer veiled...
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC
lips upon swell of breast,
caresses like a dance in
bated breath; a cry of
hunger unclothed to
nakedness; mouth travels
south, seeking to quench
libidinous drought; tongue
glides, nibbling kisses;
silently I sigh, each taste
he gets thicker as I become
wickedly *****
scents of honeysuckle
permeates the air as
tongue teases hardened
strobe; I glow within his
nature and he whispers in
elated breaths; I arch against
masculinity in sultry
poses, smiling in blushed
tints, fore, he knows me
and tells of his wants
to satiate my needs like
a rose opens its petals to
a bee's need; to suckle its
sepal of sweet nectar's
honey, sipped in little nips
inebriating his wanton
longing, he breaches
my honeycomb in gentle
easements...flushed
he whispers against nape
of neck as hands control
movement of hip, tongue
glides against silken thigh;
in foolery baiting to entrap
me within his desirous
taunts of beggary...I sigh
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 2:29 AM UTC
I'm the fire of his afterthought,
the spark of guilt that lit his
soul on fire
that blazing innocence
around
his eyes
when he smiles
I stick tongue in his ear
in devilish voice
of seduction
whisper in heated
breath what I'm gonna
do to him,
one lick of heat
he flitters like a moth
to flame flickering in
and out breathing my
name; I got game, when
I make him holler in vain
he's tamed; sweet
as a kitten licking and
dipping in fiery pit,
as I allow him to suckle
a little *** having a fit,
mind bound in illusions
wrapping lips around
wanton conclusions
I leave him delusional as
I whip with lust; blowing
his mind just so, I can
control him as I allow him to
leave nibbling teeth marks
tonguing wetness
back to front upon
silkiness of skin,
delving into
softness of elusive
innocence;
still whispering words,
igniting fires of
desirable passion
as he's gasping for
breath between wet
thighs...yes I sighed
as each word and lick
fell between each
soft petal dripping
with his tenderest
touch caught as I
squeezed and teased,
the heat of his
passion blew flames
in and out of petalled
mouth, zapping any
thoughts of guilt;
sipping sweet nectar
seeking political
asylum as a defector
tasting his way south;
dribbling and mouthing
in hunger on bended
knee's to forever
please me as
he walked beside
me collared on leash;
in beggary silently
still ********** me
melting away each layer
with every lick of my
whip; he adored me
with his touch, as I,
his ebony skinned
Mistress whipped
his mind into
submission;
bending him
to my will
**** he
thrilled me
as I played
him like
a
fiddle,
he
dribbled
into
my
fiery
pit
in
which
he
was
well
equipped
so,
I
allowed
him
to
dip
with
his
flaming
hot
wick...LICKED
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 4:32 AM UTC
On
Days
Like this
When the deep blue skies
Shed their clouds
And made love to the horizons
Shall
We lay
On bedrocks
And lash our feet
Into plunge pools
And
Watch
Vuluptuous waterfalls
Walk elegantly down rocky staircases
And
Make
Mockery
Of the blue pants
The waters wore
There
The thunders
Will leer through the skies
And try to catch a glimpse
Of our foul acts
And
Even become
A parodist of her cuddly winks
And
There again
Become a beggary
Of my artistry,when I wove her eyebrows
With flowers
Moments
Like this,the rainbows stun with brilliance
And the umbra and penumbra
Will glare resentfully
Then
She will
Treasure me
All her secrets,dreams and fears
On the ***** of my tongue
I
Remember clearly
Like the romance played
By the moons at mars
When she said"without you,its hard to survive"and blush
And
I had tell her
All the tales of love from Adam
Yet
How sad!
When time gulp
Beautiful memories in haste
Like a drunkard
I had died six times
Till she came and breath life
Into me one more time
Yet
Today,I wobbled solo
To these environs like a jittered cheetath
Truly,I had been cheater
O,
How I wish
I can wash her off me
Her touches,her tastes and her smells
But someway I'm cowed
I might drown,and lose all hopes
Of beholding her sight one more time
I
Have no peace
And all prayers
For solace suspend
Beneath impervious clouds
Now and then
Will I starve silly
At motile moons and stars
With a little hope of her sight one more time
I'm caged in her absence,yet I lay in no cage
Am wholly buried yet I lay in no pit
Cheats
©Historian E.Lexano
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
I met him at an audition; he kept staring at me,
I walked over introduced myself; he said he's
a musician, told him I could help with is dickion
and he whispered; I want to sip the fluency of your
elegance, in which, I smiled all giddy inside; pulled
him close and said are you wanting to luxuriate in
lips pout, he said; yes and his eyes engraved me
in his soul
he stepped back; licked my lips and flushed,
embraced love's fidgeting, bestirred in gasped
hunger he held me like a lover in a dream;
clinging to the edge of silent beggary's urgency,
I touched his heat, knew immediately I wanted
him pendulating above femininities heat
so, I coaxed him with an aubade; whispering moist
in want; his euphony he'd written upon parchment
of my heart, without thought I wanted to give in to
masculinities desire to taste and sip as he pleased
but, I held him off for awhile wanting to get to know
more of him, not wanting just a physical allurement,
eyeing him in my mind to take in the scope of his
aura; weeks passed before I would allow him to do
more than just kiss me, the physical attraction was
too strong to wait for entanglements pleasure, the
want to linger in the delicacy of us; on one of those
misty balmy still of night's; I just grasped at passion's
threshold; to drown in our muted moans
as he'd explore pout of silken lips; tasting me
as I'd taste him we savored each other's hunger
taking our time, enjoying each nook and cranny of
him and I, tongue traced my trembles from its
eruptive point between wet thighs; I had to flip our
script so, I could taste his milky spillage as well; like
fingerprints upon thigh, we glided in out, back and
front of our hungered want of one another; sighing
in unison laying paused and breathless, our rhythm
leaves us arched in each other's curve, tasting;
losing control
frenzied, breathless in softness of sigh's every
stroke of ecstasy, lost in the rapture of love; each
kiss from head to toe told a story of love lust and
hunger, hopefully for eternity; as the days grew long
and nights got shorter, we couldn't do without one
another; one day out of the blue he popped the
question and without a doubt I said; yes!
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 10:16 AM UTC
A quivered sigh lingers upon her
soft lips; she glimpses beggary
bestirred sweetly in my misty eyes,
my fingers dawdle at her dewy fissure;
waiting in trembled anticipation, a want
to taste her delicacy with a kiss of breath
caught up in licks of consumption, I'm
beguiled by femininities passion; elicited
sultry moans dance across my *****
making my heart race and soul shutter
losing control
her tongue tip traces each vein pulsing,
awaiting warmth to engulf its entirety, slick
and wet tip to pearls she rocks my world
morning noon and night
in out of wetness I scream in delight, suckling
each mound wet and light in nibbled bites; ****
this woman fits me just right, can't keep my eyes
hands off her as she clenches firmness *******
me deeper in her abyss wet and tight
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 8:32 AM UTC
On
Days
Like this
When the deep blue skies
Shed their clouds
And made love to the horizons
Shall
We lay
On bedrocks
And lash our feet
Into plunge pools
And
Watch
Vuluptuous waterfalls
Walk elegantly down rocky staircases
And
Make
Mockery
Of the blue pants
The waters wore
There
The thunders
Will leer through the skies
And try to catch a glimpse
Of our foul acts
And
Even become
A parodist of her cuddly winks
And
There again
Become a beggary
Of my artistry,when I wove her eyebrows
With flowers
Moments
Like this,the rainbows stun with brilliance
And the umbra and penumbra
Will glare resentfully
Then
She will
Treasure me
All her secrets,dreams and fears
On the ***** of my tongue
I
Remember clearly
Like the romance played
By the moons at mars
When she said"without you,its hard to survive"and blush
And
I had tell her
All the tales of love from Adam
Yet
How sad!
When time gulp
Beautiful memories in haste
Like a drunkard
I had died six times
Till she came and breath life
Into me one more time
Yet
Today,I wobbled solo
To these environs like a jittered cheetath
Truly,I had cheated
O,
How I wish
I can wash her off me
Her touches,her tastes and her smells
But someway I'm cowed
I might drown,and lose all hopes
Of beholding her sight one more time
I
Have no peace
And all prayers
For solace suspend
Beneath impervious clouds
Now and then
Will I starve silly
At motile moons and stars
With a little hope of her sight one more time
I'm caged in her absence,yet I lay in no cage
Am wholly buried yet I lay in no pit
Cheats
©Historian E.Lexano
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
Would you banish me if I confessed
a secret thrill the instant
shrill sirens intrude,
rudely breaking in
to shove aside my trailed-off whispers
with a wail from which no earwax,
no matter how doughy thick,
could keep a modern Ulysses safe.
Maybe it’s this time
they’ll stop for me.
Maybe it’s this time
and there won’t come a knock.
Maybe it’s this time
the stale crust of hardening past
explodes to scorch a put-upon earth
or crack her open so we can,
you and I, slip through,
up among the slewfoot roamers.
Their heavy heads are down,
always down, down,
pointed down and they’re unaware
there are germs here.
There are puffs of dainty fluff floating
close above them here and hoping
to ride our slipstream,
to skip over those dreams
too drained of ambition for ever
to germinate.
Ignore, am I
the kind to ignore? I am
ignoring them right now,
and the dimpled facts
they’d dare be
if beggary wasn’t better served
than derring-do. Don’t
tell me you don’t see them too.
I’ve witnessed the self-interest
and I’m still abiding, dude,
but when, dear God, when
will enlightenment finally arrive?
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 6:39 AM UTC
Her voice was poetic, such a bard may be
From my half drunk haze, I wandered
Looking up, she wasn't much a girl
She was tugging at sleeves, begging a scrap
A tale she spoke, of tears and madness
Bending any ear, that a bit might try
Throughout the night I puzzled, pieces
Of stricken towns, all easterly
Her father sickened, a cousin liken
The story beg curious, draining my enibe
Time wandered, much as patrons do
The little girl was found, by my side
Tossing her gold, she began
But to my sober eyes, she cringed
For her story, more than passing;
(She began)
Of her life, when cornered
I wanted it in whole, not beggary
Heir to dirt, spoken in small words
It was true, witnessed event
Beyond her small mind, driven slightly mad
The story twisted, tangents borne by emotions
It crept through the village, she lived
Affecting old and young, alike
A plague of the mind, before the body
Those slim recovered, as she was one
Say nightmarish creature, devoured the sea
Looming and tentacled, shelled crowned but flesh
Pillaged her mind, linking to others
Voice minds so loud, drowning her screams
Others clawing, burning their ears; carving flesh
Murderous intentions, toward husbands and wives
Children flailing, glimpsing lives to come
Wailing, the chaotic violence of the flesh
Slowly at first, the story was drawn
In her little voice, lost its pan
Confession came, through her tears
Sins not yet committed, a life hers to be
Memories of pain, unbroken fate
Suffrage of life, before ones age
I sipped rough mead, ordered food for her tale
Half listening to story, feeling the looming
A creature seeing us, omniscient from her eyes
She went on for hours, spent
Others draped, across table and chair
Unconscious from sleep, or dark in drink
On and on, the story unfolded
This shadowy entity, closer for sure
It's name unspoken, but knowing me here
The key (she said), it needed a door
It said, spokeless to her mind
And the tale, must be told
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
O,dearest
Again thou passest-by
Like a staggering waves
Yet thou forsakest me;when I drew nigh
And left me
Alone in thy wilderness of love
To wander in the midst of scornful demons
Prowling through my heart
And pestering my soul
Out of my being
O,dearest
But why dost thou abhor me like these?
Like a ***** *****
Beggary of thy heed
Why dost thou wheeze me with thy sight?
But why;why dost thou taint my spirit?
Like a piece of scrap
Has mine appeal dim wholly?
Has wrinkles cloack me fully?
What about my breast,are they dangling?
Leer through my eyes
And pore my heart
The golden treasure;thy troth to grasp
Is swollen
Full of pain but empty
O,Dearest
Dost thou yen to **** me
Because I've fallen in the abyss
Of thy love?
Now I hate thee so much
But all I do is to love thee same
I love thee so much
But all you do is to bring me shame
Now be a man
And tell me
If thou hast had enough already
Trust me I shall go
O,Dearest
©Historian E.Lexano
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
Again thou passest-by
Like a staggering waves
Yet thou forsakest me;when I drew nigh
And left me
Alone in thy wilderness of love
To wander in the midst of scornful demons
Prowling through my heart
And pestering my soul
Out of my being
O,dearest
But why dost thou abhor me like these?
Like a ***** *****
Beggary of thy heed
Why dost thou wheeze me with thy sight?
But why;why dost thou taint my spirit?
Like a piece of scrap
Has mine appeal dim wholly?
Has wrinkles cloack me fully?
What about my breast,are they dangling?
Leer through my eyes
And pore my heart
The golden treasure;thy troth to grasp
Is swollen
Full of pain but empty
O,Dearest
Dost thou yen to **** me
Because I've fallen in the abyss
Of thy love?
Now I hate thee so much
But all I do is to love thee same
I love thee so much
But all you do is to bring me shame
Now be a man
And tell me
If thou hast had enough already
Trust me I shall go
O,Dearest
©Historian E.Lexano
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC
Only in the now can we experience life’s greatest gifts
There’s nothing more to our existence
And the happiness which man thrives for
Relies on the eyes that see only what it wants to see
Since that is the law
A universal law that offers a full life to a beggar
Or beggary to our wealthy leaders
Christmas isn’t until in the next 77 days
Boss isn’t going to give you a raise any soon
Time will devour the setting sun
We will be lost in the darkness
Rub the eyes and let the light through
The Moonlight tonight still gleams over your life.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
There was an old guy from UK
his hair was balding and grey
he loved to waffle
it isn't unlawful
but he just couldn't get it to pay
There was a poet named Gregory
he had a really good memory
words were his game
but oh what a shame
it sent him straight into beggary
There was a poet named Mary
like the rhyme she was contrary
she liked to write poems
drinking from jeroboams
what she wrote came out rather scary
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
Beggary- The one thing which is witnessed, observed and existent almost everywhere
They supposedly aren't given respect, their livelihood filled with despair
Standing on the streets or waiting in signals begging for alms
Little do they know that all they have is what is left in their palms
They are forced to sleep on footpaths, their lives being miserable
Chances of their survival conspicuously being unstable
Helplessly they wander as they have nowhere to go
When will they be freed of this..they waiting to know
Beggary makes them look hopeless and egregious
Poverty is as it is more prominent, more vicious
Capability can handle challenges, not accept charity
The amount of challenges and the hurdles they face is studded with absolute severity
Shyness is a luxury reserved for those who are above poverty line, for beggars being shy is insidious and deadly
They can and should overcome this situation slowly but definitely
It is a beggar's pride that he's not a thief
After all they are beggars, their lives immersed in disbelief.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC