"delectation" poems
*Dust flits gently on its arm; slowly & lazily.
As if not to cut, tear the patiently sewed seams.
Cotton against yellowing white thread.*
**The sanctuary for reminiscing about mesmerising scenes
The throne for Kings and Queens without crowns to be seen
I'm overwhelm by ecstasy as I bask in this endless elation of delectation.**
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
*Another "randyhornbag" poem for all avid fans of *******
rip off my dripping *******
and part my waiting **********
sniff my fresh-scrubbed ****
then rim me ******* senseless
taste the sweet-sour tang
of my recent defecation
force your ***** mouth-prick
past my eager sphincter
seeking to engulf me
in my ****** cum-lust
and now for our delectation
shove your huge **** up me
and fill me with your hot *****
or fist me till I scream
my ******* brains out and
then **** myself in terror
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
I would rather drink than eat,
And though I superbly sup,
Food, I feel, can never beat
Delectation of the cup.
Wine it is that crowns the feast;
Fish and fowl and fancy meat
Are of my delight the least:
I would rather drink than eat.
Though no Puritan I be,
And have doubts of Kingdom Come,
With those fellows I agree
Who deplore the Demon ***
Gin and brandy I decline,
And I shy at whisky neat;
But give me rare vintage wine,--
Gad! I'd rather drink than eat.
Food surfeit is of the beast;
Wine is from the gods a gift.
All from ********** to priest
Can attest to its uplift.
Green and garnet glows the vine;
Grapes grow plump in happy heat;
Gold and ruby winks the wine . . .
Come! Let's rather drink than eat.
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***Estranged in summer rains'
landscaped dissolution
evincing season's discontent
neath sun's suffocating alienation;
used to rhyme with warmth
and effulgent delectation,
emotional realms fizzled in a
heated halfhearted sizzle
of down-pour's restless manifestations***
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 7:33 AM UTC
Aural sounds of delectation
funk-fuel in fervent distillation
undertones of jazz-swing in migration
electronic clicks and blips for relaxation
ambience is my one true occupation.
The resonance of sound in rotation
the initiation itself a radiation
morphological alternation in isolation
as the hubbub of voices echo respiration
breath in, breath out, in elevation.
No underlying obligation, only inspiration
and celebration of collaboration
revel in the pleasures of sensation
like the first discovery of amplification
and in its appreciation and stimulation
embrace variation in all its illumination.
Seek out new music from recommendation
the gravitation towards transformation
the re-education and regeneration
this musical manifestation of civilisation
saturated in complex contemplation
adoration in meditation
the simplest form of gratification
the creative urge for diversification
and technological intensity
of electronic experimentation.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
~
*Here is an assertion
and showiness
in the expanse
of white skin – from her
high forehead,
down her graceful neck,
shoulders, and arms.
Although the black
of her dress is bold,
it is also deep, recessive,
and mysterious.
He stalks her
as one does a deer,
his palette composed of
lead white, rose madder,
vermilion, viridian,
and bone black.
A dash of light rose
over the former
gloomy background,
you see, and
the élancée figure
shows to much
greater advantage.
Her body boldly
faces forward while
her head is turned in profile.
A profile of both
assertion and retreat.
The table provides support,
and echoes her
curves and stance.
One strap of her gown
has fallen down
her right shoulder,
suggesting the possibility
of further revelation;
one more struggle
and the lady will be free.
Everything converges to
imply a distant sexuality
under the professional
control of the sitter,
rather than offered for
the viewer's delectation.
Her untamed wilderness
remains unseen.*
~
Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 9:59 AM UTC
When suddenly, at midnight, you hear
an invisible procession going by
with exquisite music, voices,
don't mourn your luck that's failing now,
work gone wrong, your plans
all proving deceptive -- don't mourn them uselessly.
As one long prepared, and graced with courage,
say goodbye to her, the Alexandria that is leaving.
Above all, don't fool yourself, don't say
it was a dream, your ears deceived you:
don't degrade yourself with empty hopes like these.
As one long prepared, and graced with courage,
as is right for you who were given this kind of city,
go firmly to the window
And listen with deep emotion, but not
with whining, the pleas of a coward;
listen -- your final delectation -- to the voices,
to the exquisite music of that strange procession,
and say goodbye to her, to the Alexandria you are losing.
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The moment when
my heart found you, I
knew I was about to
start a new journey of
falling so hard from the
peak of the mountain
of my unsatisfied dreams.
When I see my reflection
in your pupil I feel aesthetic
as ever.
When our bodies come in
contact there's firework in
my soul forming a comely
galaxy and my mind
chanting only your name.
You take me to the stars
and erase all the tragedy
that was ever written on
my body.
When I see you smile,
Oh baby, it lights up
every lamp in the pathway
to my heart making me the
most delectable person ever.
Every since you walked in,
my heart has forgotten every
pain and is filled with abundant
love.
When you caress my hair, you poison
me with love turning every blue
flower red.
When you tell me you love
me with devotion, my soul
cries out of delectation.
Love is just an understatement
to describe my affection for you.
It's beyond words.
It's beyond all the poems I have
written for you and the poems I
will ever write.
It's beyond my ability to express.
It doesn't sit neatly in between lines
like how poetry does.
Even gazillion pages written
about you would be too less
to express my felicity.
I love you.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC
aromatic coffee awakens senses
midst the gestured warmth of radiant
smiles's 'tween morning brew,
reverently paused to catch
the awe inspiring poignancy
of sunrise's exhilaration,
whilst cozily wrapped in the delightful unfurl
of captivating poetry's skillful delectation
a rising ritual begun many blue moons afore,
tempting consciousness, feeding soulfulness
enlightening sensibilities as it
enriches the day's appreciation
'pon the keen awareness of poets,
tempests from all niches of the world
coming together amid upheavals and serenity,
ceremoniously dubbed fierce confirmations
of words expressly borne, communing the
artfully spirited of resourceful artisans,
procuring special collective bonds that
only poesy can wholly dictate,
they look upon us as enigmas
rather strange breed of puzzling characters,
as this inexplicable endeavor
escapes their stifled perceptions
of conduit's musing reasonable facsimile,
we're merely cognitive passages for
experiences on common ground
in realizations of all-too-human foibles
eccentricities, yearnings and fortitude,
released deliverance of potpourri
serving up inky joy beyond expression,
intention's distinction deciphering
reflections in meditative affirmations,
breadth of unrestrained beholden visions
conjured notions of paramount significance
wherein lies evidence of life's burnt offerings,
beginnings and endings of hearts' indulgences
wept in resolute celebrations of existence
as only a poet could discernibly translate
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
You standing there looking so innocent
and **** bitting your lip
Smiling so guiltily and your hair
Cascading down around your face
Over your shoulders and styled by JBF
You standing a bit awkwardly your legs
falling from my flannel and smooth as hell
Your feet up on the ***** as if in high heels
flexing in anticipation and a devilish grin
With a "What me?" delectation
It's not a skirt, it's my flannel shirt
And with your post coitol giggle
A splash of ***** and a hint of naughty
and you looking muy caliente
As I take you in you take my breath away
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
That dusky face
Those dainty dark circles
That celestial mind
And that holy symmetrical, well formed smile can set everything straight and make me glow.
When we collide sparks fly which brings cheeriness and delectation.
And when I look into your bewitching and ravishing eyes that is when I feel forelsket, the beginning of love
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
50 shades of ****** up,
let me explore you.
Allow my demons the delectation,
of amalgamating with yours.
Let’s connect our hearts as one,
as our spirits intertwine
and our demons sway.
sway to the a tuneless feeling of euphoria.
sway to sounds of two hearts,
beating as one.
yours and mine.
tbc...
- d.b.d.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
*You wrote in Braille upon my heart
tattoo'd black etchings darkly lit
echoes of what was once impressionist art
vanquish'd with a glance of thy sword
words not decipherable in the name of love
inscribed delectation's sans an endorse'd mark
vintage designs deleted of scroll'd scriptures expression
signature'd confessions bestowed within crimson's pen
hush'd in unsettling breathless interpretations,
blindly I followed til you resonate'd in barely touch*
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
**beauteous rushing realms of a besieged mind
forgotten rhymes of scorched memoirs
delectation's reminisces 'pon dusky cloudbursts
hazes of reflective delirium's inclination
scripted amidst skies of smoldering verse
sans tomorrow's twilight of synchronicity nor
reasons beyond glorifying poetry's sublimity**
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
Ephemeral euphoria
and abandoned memories.
These stains on my paper will
explain a lot more than my
poems ever will.
Left alone in the midst of this
troubled mind where once everything
swayed to the rhythm of my heart beat.
The tear sits at the corner of the eye wanting to roll down the cheek.
But how menacing would it be
if it rolled down ? I would be called a weak
hearted sensitive human.
Understanding my poor heart's misery isn't something that I could accomplish over the years.
Knives in my back and unexplained reasons for departure have nearly suffocated my existence.
How easy is it for somebody to just leave you behind after building up your castle of dreams brick by brick? How easy is it for your own people to bail on you? Living in uncertainties I have always learnt to sacrifice my happiness thinking that something better would come along. But all that comes along is disappointment. A sense of satisfaction is what I am lacking at this point and I don't know if my heart would ever be satisfied after all that it has been through. My life's like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle where pieces simply don't seem to fit. Why is it that the blame is always on me for everything I do ? Yes, I get attached ****** Yes, my heart falls too hard. Yes, my heart feels too much. Yes, I am emotional. It's not something in my hands. Stop asking me to change myself. There's nothing wrong with having a deep heart. There will be times when the pain would be immense but you have to live through it. Betrayals will find their way through and happiness will be taken away.
But you have to face it.
I honestly don't know how to create my own happiness because I tend to find my happiness in others. But nobody remains constant. People leave. People change. Some bring in delectation and some bring in agony and it depends on us how we take it. We have to learn to let few things go. I still haven't reached that stage or maybe that maturity where I'll be able to accept things and learn to adjust. But I surely know everything heals. The cuts heal but the scars remain which remind me of the battles I have been in and tell me how strong I am to embrace the pain and **** my misery.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 1:14 AM UTC
*you, my insidious temptation
the lover that taunts me
seduces me to acquiescence
my haunting addiction
you, wrap around my senses
absolute cunning & Machiavellian grace
annulled my comprehension
drained my rational mind
took me on your flight of fancy
careless beast of burden
you burn so smoothly, pounce so quickly
knocked my perception off kilter
still, i take you in slowly methodically
till every inch of you inside me bursts into flames
takes my breath away
fire lingers flagrantly brazen
warning my head, warming my *****
I tremble in the delectation of your touch
sigh deeply, as I plead for surrender
you flip me over again in a rush
my head dizzy from the pleasure*
two ***** ***** martinis are more than
I can handle as I fade into you
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
You lay there missing her,
I lay here missing you.
My mind gets flushed
by all the boggling
memories.
They linger in my
caliginous mind .
I miss being in the
ecstatic state and
also the butterflies
you gave me.
My cheeks which
used to turn crimson
red now look pale
with no blood rushing
through them.
Your atramentous
enticing eyes hold
all my dreams and wishes.
They make me believe
that magic exists and
so does delectation.
You have cast an
irreversible and
unbreakable spell
on me which makes
me wanna hold
on to you.
You are as addictive
as lithium and
as gorgeous as
a free enlightened
soul.
You are my only
antidote that can
bring me back
to life.
Your atoms have
collided with mine
and are creating a
new galaxy.
No matter what
but you are that one
star in my sky that is
impossible to forget
because the merriness
I get when I look at your
empyrean face cannot be
compared to any other
happiness in the entire
galaxy.
You will always shine
the brightest in my
obsidian sky.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
The new sun comes by the hour,
but it's rays show me no mercy,
no rest; the eternal shower
above my head all but takes me.
It drives one to shadows so cold,
so dark, sleep is the only out.
My heart dealt, but you called the fold,
my eyes tell stories as they shout.
This familiar place is home,
sadness is always there for me.
The only constant as I roam,
from heart to heart, in search of glee.
Pleasures of the flesh, first intent,
but I learned to crave something more.
All our plans arose from the scent,
as we returned to thought before,
the place we were, where months ago,
delectation first joined our wants.
Instead, found what's cast by the bow,
but turned away; of me it haunts.
Jun 8, 2011
Jun 8, 2011 at 11:30 AM UTC
*Lust's sweet intentions
caught up in fiery impulses
riding upon wild horses' dreams,
relentless cravings of the soul
Unfurling in the touch of scorching heat
desiring licentious will is never ending
satiated within intensity's finale
luster'd in the feel of scarlet satin sheets
Breaking all the rules,
devour'd in animalistic hunger
til breath blares an acoustic prayer
absorbing emotions through ****** intensity
tenderly your sword plung'd deep
surrender to this wanton addiction
senses whirling in flame's yearnings
fell under your fiery hypnotic spell
I'll gladly die a thousand little deaths
to acquiesce with no restraint
within these all consuming confines
of this delectation's heavenly annihilation*
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
Every inch of this universe seems gloomy without you
and your name resides
in every atom of my body.
My heart teeming with so
much love to give I don't
think I can ever have enough
of you. All the drugs turn otiose
in comparison to you.
Stay here wrapped up in my arms
and let the synchronization of
our heart beats be the only rhythm
we dance on. Let the stars lean down
and waves flood the shore. Let the moon
lose it's light and the sun, it's warmth.
Just spin with me in this paradise
of insanity and love. It ain't the ordinary
feeling but a strong enraptured feeling you give me when I look in to your assuasive eyes.
Your touch brings in delectation
blooming every flower at my feet,
lighting every candle in my life.
Stay here as all our sorrow drown
in this aesthetical night. Let me sink into
those eyes and love you with every ounce.
Give me all your attention. Give me all your pain. Give me all your ailments for you no
longer have to bear them alone. Let my voice guide you home and keep you safe.
The heart that you have given me is my elixir.
Allow me to give you all I have as
my heart has chosen you and only you.
On this very galvanizing night I have
fallen yet again only if you knew.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
“Immediately a decisive alluring connection from the onset,
As our ****** accoutrement deceptive lay’s softly on ground,
As the captivation of our present euphoria lays beneath our skin,
Complacency and beatitude with the enticing joy betwixt us,
I had fallen in love with her as the flowers cling to the earth,
Hearts hewed as one beating with powerful acquiescence,
Convivial contentment to us both as eve slowly turns to daybreak,
Reflex of love there is enigmatic elation never before perceived,
Etiology of twinging with euphoria trail of kisses lingering afore,
As in the charisma of a cold chill of that as glacial trails,
Sensed make our blood run cold now as souls entwined,
May she never leave and forestall a broken nature of being,
I know that deep in the intensity of my heart you triumph,
There is invariably space for altruism to reside always,
For all the delectation that once were unified of ours,
I not endeavor to conquer my contemplative devotion,
Your flowering existence sheds invisible petals as I,
Claim them as something I could own should I keep them?
Or scatter them or are they even yours"
By Andrew Guzaldo © 09/01/2019 #165
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
FOR YOUR DELECTATION AND DELIGHT...
Like trapeze artists
we fall towards each other
our love
so far above
the disbelieving faces
a sea of masks
All saying: “Oh! ”
with awe.
Your fingertips
reaching out
at the last possible second
grasping my wrists
and we fly through the air
with the... (like a fish
in water)... greatest of ease.
So real...surreal.
Alone
in the big top of our longing
high above all others
unaware of all the gasps
(the melodramatic drum roll)
only our love
reaching for the next second
knowing that the other is always
there
only a heartbeat
...away.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
accidental
collisions in the dark
titillation held softly
like warm tea
in a porcelain cup
the curve of my hip
ever arches towards you
cool skin and warm touch
are my delectation
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 3:08 PM UTC
#*Out of my little cage
Through the tall grass
My bare feet
Stepping into the wild woods
My skin aglow
Touched by the essence
Of the echoing howl
The rustling, abandoned leaves
Oh, the silenced trees
Amidst the wilderness
Swayed the blissful ecstasy
And as I touched, I snuffed
Rushing though my veins
As if my blood had no value
Ever
A wallflower, many wallflowers
My body off the ground
Heart out of chest
Oh, the delectation, the zest*#
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC