"coveting" poems
Can you feel it
Shh, allow the galaxy to pamper your body, blanket the essence of your mind, bit-by-bit
Travel on a higher awareness to understand the galaxy’s gentle gift
Close your eyes and allow your mind to softly drift
Soft Moonlight Dust
Illuminating the night skies, given warmth of its inner trust
Centered in the sky, a star abates for its enlighten ******
Kindred minds to enrapture, as souls physically adjust
So gentle, as a touch to the skin
An inner space to conquer, there an exploring craving begins
Awareness of self stirring into the constellation
Bodies attuned beyond the stretch of imagination
Savoring on the flavor of the alignment sweeten taste
Desires igniting an inferno, the heat of its flames refusing to wait
Overheated friction surrendering without debates
Runaway yearning weakening in the presence of fate
The ecstasy of the moonlight’s dust felt, abiding to the crack of dawn
Emotions of the elixir slowly withdrawn
A Cheshire moonrise
Always a sacred communion given in surprise
Masked feelings hidden behind the stars in our eyes
Sprinkles of pixie dust as the moon becomes full
Paired upon, as lace meets wool
Interwoven and tenderly spun on a galactic spool
Stars In Exile
Twinkling for eyes to glimpse beyond the earth’s smile
Canopus to Antares, oh how you make me shine
Closing my eyes, coveting your point as I’m making you mine
Settled and glittering as small diamonds binding in the sky
A wondrous elopement to experience in the blink of an eye
Soft whispers to the ones that shoot right before they fall
Such a beautiful and breathlessly cadence to wish under them all
The Gift Of The Sun’s Stroke
Umm, shooting stars kept me awoke
Relentless bodies bathing under the moon
Caresses, touches, entwined souls echoing the note of its weakening tunes
Sweeter and sweeter, deeper and deeper
Bodies fueled, hot as a heater, bodies climbing steeper and steeper
Heat consumes the interior of the temple
Sweat of life, as movements come together and then disassemble
Elated, sedated, dipping in a cool blue lagoon
Kisses under the sun on a beautiful afternoon
Temperatures rising not a moment too soon
June slamming into summer’s heat
A merriment of a sun stroke basking in the glorious feast
The galaxy and its spicy passion
A gift to the world to enjoy in any unbridled fashion
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
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By open window
She towels herself with me
Moon cries in bathtub
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Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 9:37 PM UTC
Every Sunday they would play, dancing on water,
Skidding across the ripples, and climbing up together
Two skiers fall in love, I for her,
And she for another, a friend to both.
Coveting what we wished was ours.
Idly on the shore I stood
Where The water cooled my feet
Watching how she watched,
how she chased
with a smile, I'd have given anything to make.
When the object of her eye, fell
Hard into angels' arms,
And nineteen turns around the sun
Was all that he would have
She cried, and her tears broke my heart
We both lost a friend that day,
But what hurt me most
Was how I knew she'd have never cried like that
If it had been me who fell
And so inside I said, I wish I could have traded fates
So for once I'd have made her smile stay
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
I have hungered to be filled,
satiated down to the very fiber of
my being.
Am I crazy to crave food with such
carnal intensity? Expecting chocolate
sugary goodness to satisfy the soul's
hunger underneath my physical craving.
But not everything has to be about God,
does it? Sometimes, I just want to savor
the rich decadence of dark chocolate mingled
the burning fire of a chili pepper.
Am I coveting? Am I being sinful to be too
material and sensual? God **** it! I bet
God loves taking a slow bite of chocolate.
I keep dividing the world into
material and spiritual.
Maybe that's why I'm so hungry?
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
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God gave a Loaf to every Bird—
But just a Crumb—to Me—
I dare not eat it—tho’ I starve—
My poignant luxury—
To own it—touch it—
Prove the feat—that made the Pellet mine—
Too happy—for my Sparrow’s chance—
For Ampler Coveting—
It might be Famine—all around—
I could not miss an Ear—
Such Plenty smiles upon my Board—
My Garner shows so fair—
I wonder how the Rich—may feel—
An Indiaman—An Earl—
I deem that I—with but a Crumb—
Am Sovereign of them all—
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Once upon a time...
You & I lived lives divided
Until by fate we were united
When we first lit the fire
Once upon a time
I would watch you from a distance
Desired you, but stayed resistant
To the Urges that would cloud my mind
with Wickedness, persistent
Your perfect fairy wings
Fluttered lightly in the wind
And though I did the best I could
My thoughts were wrought with sin
And I desired you like mad
For the Angel that I had
Left me burning despicably
With wretched flames within
And You
were so
Inviting.
Your Body
Ripe
for the Taking.
Guarded you were
Behind Gates of the Dragon
Yet I watched you intently
Plotting my Ransom
Waiting on the right moment to strike
To steal you away from your
Protected Life
And to take you back with me
Into my Cell
In the dark and abysmal cave where I dwell
To teach you the ways
Us Creatures gain pleasure
To make you my Slave
And to ransack your Treasures
And then came the day
That you broke away
From the Chains
That held you to where you were safe
I saw you
And watched you
and Stalked you
Intently
While you were out searching the world
Innocently
And then,
When you were finally in reach
And we were Alone
I snatched you away
from the flowers and reeds
And stole you back with me
into my home
A cold and depressing
Dungeon of Stone
Your protector was gone
And you were all mine
When we were alone
Lost somewhere in time
And to my shock, and utter surprise
You became the flame that lit up my eyes
And slowly but surely as days slipped by
I became yours more than you became mine
And then, you escaped
or did I let you get away?
You emerged from my cave
Beautiful, unscathed
I just couldn't bring myself
to be one you hate
When your love is so sweet
I just couldn't betray it
But then, I thought
of you out in the world
Alone
On your own
My sweet pixie girl
And I couldn't
JUST COULDN'T
Handle the thought
of a Monster like me
Dragging you through the mud
Coveting you
the way that I do
But most of All
Tasting your Love
Staying put was so much harder than
trying to be your Guardian
and Rescue you
and Shelter you
from any more Hate or Abuse
And now I see my sins
Led me out of the darkness within
Into the sunshine of your life -
Where I found the Source of Light
I needed to keep me alive
And I feel like I owe you my life
And now you're free from my Prison
but I guess, so am I, in essence
In the end, the Fairy
Showed the Goblin,
He longed to be a Prince.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
Let not rage relieve peace off her duty
That is the mood of a woman when another takes away her beauty
For what is left a shine on the face of iron when it gets rusty
So don't see someone's honouring event as your party
Don't especially with impunity
That's no pay for a person's ingenuity
It's evil coveting someone else's ideas your property
Plagiarism destroys creativity
It is honour stripping activity
Dip your mind into the well of creation and draw out the complexity
Then understand how it is to create
And appreciate how plagiarism makes creativity emaciate
Like a mother hurts when her child is in pain
A creator feels when his efforts are being rendered a vain
Credit he who credit is due
And earn honour for your own efforts too
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC
*Please, I'm lost -- lonely -- scared --
Always reaching -- ever
Pleading -- End. Always coveting End.*
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
Hark verily my indignant venipuncture retrogression
Saudade anthropomorphic coveting empathic repression
Bask wholly in its self indulgent verbose serendipity
Happenstance to necromance enigmatic anonymity
Applied psychology catharsis my make believe aggression
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 6:15 PM UTC
She comes forth
like waves slipping over
the sand
again and again
delivered from darkness
coveting the light
And light is her signature.
A conundrum.
Light erasing light.
How can this be?
I will tell you.
Light is the companion
of the dark
trips joyfully in its shadows
And this dance
weaves a potent tale
of a two-faced goddess
one face peering intently into the dark
one lit by the morning sun
Yet darkness rules the day
hastens the twilight
gives measure to the
dimming
and finally
captures the last of the light
in a sea green bottle
We are drawn into that night
valiantly
or not
weeping for lost opportunities
or not
but at the end
waltzing into the unknown
Yet I do not suppose
darkness without light
according to my theology
a life that ends in simple extinction
cannot be
it is a null set
The fundamental equations
do not permit it
nor can my simple mind
fathom such depths
So in my dotage
I repair to wine and song
to ease the pain
of these uncertainties
and then to poetry
to catalog the human condition
and leave a trace
that yet might sparkle
in the instant of my demise
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
the only reason why
I kept coming back was simply because
I knew you’d take me back
no matter what
I’m the only one
you crave at night,
your head on my chest
hearing me breathing
& you wonder every night
when is he going to say it?
those 3 words
you’ve been coveting for
but you realize I won’t ever tell you
cause I never loved you
nor will I ever do so.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
I unfurl my arms and reach towards the sun, with everything I have
for
it provides me, in turn, with everything I need.
As my petals grow, they tilt my head
towards
the smiles of passersby, I smile back
and they are smitten!
Praising me, at first
for the the velvety touch of my colors
Then coveting them
Taking souvenirs
Until I am bare, and the sun has hidden itself from me
I am everything they've ever wanted...
but only for a season.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 1:59 PM UTC
My soul covet nay diamond and jasper,
Which can be stolen or lost altogether;
Neither seek you the fleeting treasures
Of the world with their misty pleasures.
My heart desire not cars nor mansions
Alone in this earth full of constant frictions;
Neither pant you after momentary majesty,
Rejoicing in an ebbing estate of excellency
For moths and worms shall consume apace
At death, this body, and its glamour face.
You cannot the devil confront with riches:
Job would have won cheaply his challenges.
But seek ye rather first the spiritual gifts--
Coveting earnestly heaven's endowments:
For life's purposes are by them established;
Without them dreams cannot be fulfilled.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
Hovering, its gentle, gleam a'glitter,
Sun rays hugging so daintily the plains of grass
That it could have been akin to quiet coveting
Of their transient green so far from its grasp
Then, as if in secret rising from the earth's coat,
From blades made chartreuse with sunset's caress,
There lifts a drunken, blanketed quiet that fill-
In preparation for the night- the land's every crevasse
Upon the branches arching, merging, enweaving,
Where the last few robins had been orchestrating,
The leaves give their tiny bodies up to the fading breeze;
A waltz so natural both need not bother hesitant contemplating
In dappling, splotching, sparks of amber scintillating a hue,
The trees too the sun embraces; the shades of sunlight
Creating a calico on its surface, still dull greens and greys amidst
Its autumn forgery, aureate bleeding bright
Nocturnal symphonies crescendo in harmonic chirps, croaks, and hoots;
As sunlight spools it's last golden threads to defy it's cruel god or master,
Who reigns, an even more kingly victory, wins last of battles, drags the sun down
To horizon's prison- subterranean capture.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
You sure like to
Take things slow.
Lead-mouthed kisses,
Long meals,
Leisurely dates.
You're taking my sweet time
Getting here.
I'll forgive you when you do.
I don't know if you'll understand
What's going into all my waiting.
All the solitary nights-
My undented mattress.
My cold hands
Hanging at my sides.
My eyes-- seeking.
The promise of you on my shoulders.
I am pinning parts of you
Onto any girl around
Worth pining over.
Or any girl around
Long enough
For me to
Get a glimpse of you through.
A coveting kaleidoscope.
I worry about time.
About giving the good
Bits of myself
To other girls-
Mistaking them for you.
What if I do,
And don't get them back?
What if I meet you empty-handed?
I know,
I'm a silly 17
Year-old.
And you are
25. Or 43. Or 80.
But hey,
I like older ladies.
Please love me, 17 year-old sweet-talker.
Pick yourself up,
Out of your bed-
Undented.
Wear warm gloves.
Kiss cute girls
(Or guys.)
Wander around.
I'll be waiting for you.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC
Laburnum drooped its yellowest
Dull before me, sadly displayed
Benevolence turned jaundice, yellowish
Jealousy's desire, flowering sprites made
Yellow-eyed-monsters, distrust, umbrage
His look, laburnum, fallen eaves
Sun captured smote, yellow-eyed
Uttering to himself, "Mine," and "Me"
He went on as such, yes, fellow cried
What I saw, coveting, all yellow-eyed
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC
Walked out of the ghosts house rolling 10 deep on a mission to a house party across the strEet. 5 acquaintances walk out of the home some from way back. They approach the crew so imma stay in the cut and lay back. But she walks up to me to my surprise. Face to face staring deep in her eyes. "I missed you, where have you been?". I reply "Around, here and there, now and then". Then she kisses me so deep my heart gets warm. I can't believe it, feeling like the **** of a joke preparing for someone's scorn. I push away and all she does is give a devious smile and walk away. Worse thing I will be thinking about her for the next 3 days.
Suddenly waking up to a text from my woman. Telling me "Have a great day baby". Am I meant to be with her?, maybe. Too bad the dream woman and the reality are not the same. Is it my tv, subliminal thoughts or my environment to blame. **** shame.
Jan 4, 2011
Jan 4, 2011 at 2:18 PM UTC
The boardwalk hides the bloodstains.
Coveting.
He wrings his hands, licks his lips.
Savours them.
So many mottled sins.
They age well, so often forgotten,
But not by the boardwalk.
Oh, he remembers.
Barrels and barrels,
To sate his thirst –
The thirst of thousands.
Still, sate is quite the lie,
For, try as he might,
And though he certainly enjoys the quest,
Empty barrels salt the throat.
Taunt. Torture.
And he is always thirsty.
Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 12:01 AM UTC
I'm glad this morning wasn't your last,
nor the last time
you fell. Last month? I don't exactly
Like to keep in mind when. Not even in the back of it.
Though that little purple streak on your forehead that I see
It stares at me
From the corner of my eyes. But I know you've gone through, and more importantly, pulled through
significantly worse things, grandma.
I see it, that gentle strength,
in the kindness of your eyes, your lovely smile. Heck,
my friends say you're the cutest granny they've ever met.
Everyone can see it. Your radiance, beauty.
I see it, ten years
ago, when you used to run around the house chasing my brat of a brother. With that cane I realize now that we needed more of. I see it, in the stories
told, whether in first or third person.
Two of them when I hear, the tears I can't
hold. Four of them when we hear, we're all spurred
To follow.
First; the little girl that saw
heads off from their shoulders, and also
no reason to scream.
War is a terrible thing.
Second; the young woman, stronger than a team
Of men. Teaching other young lasses in an all-girl school
to fight for their dreams.
Third; the widow, victim not
merely of the torment of heartbreak, of a life severed too soon, upon your rugged self, though
never defining you.
But also of the undeserved consequences - in the form of those coveting the hand of the Queen, the one whose kingdom they had broken into.
Fourth, the mother of two. Best of the best;
I see where mum got it from. I pray He'll help me live up to that,
I know He will. Ten years down the road.
I see it.
I see it. I see, grandma.
Even as soon, that little purple streak fades, and one day -
all the rest of you with it -
We will always see you, just as He above does.
I do pray too, that you won't fall again
any time soon.
I love you, always.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
I write to stay alive,
To release the words that tear my flesh
In their efforts to be born into this world.
I write to leave my mark on the universe
Rather than leaving marks on my skin.
I write to prevent the silence from strangling me
In its utter oppressiveness.
I write to wash the sins out of my body
And the stains off of my hands.
I bleed ink rather than blood
And wax poetic to avoid coveting new scars.
I write because it's the only way I've ever learned
To externalize the humanity that cuts me so deeply.
I write because language saves me from myself.
I write because my very existence depends on it.
Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 8:10 PM UTC
A fire set between Lovers, smoldering
Incinerating a hole through their pure
Intentions juxtaposed to coveting
Above all else: More
Not a solitude of atrophy sprouting
In the cracks, but a flowering of beauty
in this segmented, quartered tissue.
The glued on perfection of self control: Dissolved
Lust for this temple to crumble and
Reunite, lessen this Schism of
Lovers betrayed by Lovers
Strengthen our bonds: Repair
The poetry of this divide, ineffable
Solace flooding the fields and drowning
Compassion in silence, untold
Stories of the Abyss: Secrets
Flecks of gold in blue, rarity defined
By the lies between Lovers
Thoughts of Amber, silica resin
Trapping, binding the Chasm: Imprison
Imperial, consolidating facts surfacing
From overturned, plowed dirt
Covering Lovers graves, coffins
of sleeping Emotion: Un-Waking
Life from Lovers veins, to
Lovers heart.
Schism.
Divide.
It will forever separate us, Love.
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 10:34 AM UTC
You hedonise yet killed your gamble
Coveting, lusting, groping for words.
You penetrate her deepest thoughts
Imprison her, criminal humanoid.
You steal her breath in the strokes of your pen
Your delirious limerick strangling her.
But your words in aching beauty
Gratify the body of your poetry.
Now you reached the ****** in your robust stanza
The provocative lines steaming desire.
You hit upon another magnum opus
A mortal sin told in the poem of Oedipus.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 7:40 PM UTC
frantic
hands ripping through air
reaching for a grasp
on your sadness
I have been
will be
am
enraptured in your temperature.
contented in contempt
for your fairytale past
impossible
to impact
yet coveting the forbidden
taste
of imprints
in your reality
sparks a dorment sentiment
of such coarse,
rough reciprocity
tempting taste of your bliss
come close
and through shifting smoke
we can descend into
crude togetherness
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
I, stand before him
poised in bareness;
his bristles, he dips
upon his palette to
color me, in passion
upon canvas
in artistic eyes;
his smile beckons
and unravels my
composure, eliciting
his brush to paint
hidden sensuality
in demureness
his brush tantalizes;
a flick of his wrist
dabs upon canvas
stroking curve after
curve, as if, caressing
my frame, the look in
his eyes reveals;
charcoal etchings
of his cupidity,
coveting lust
pantomiming
intentions upon his
canvas; his thoughts
flow from fingers to
brush, brush to palette,
palette to canvas; in
his mind's eye hunger
unfolds, as I, in turn
invite him to partake
of his artistic craving
to taste his own art
with each brush stroke
savoring my essence
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 4:36 AM UTC