"fantasias" poems
Sequacious demonstrative mongrel fantastication
Overt fantasias and monstrance clarification
Rhetorical rote of empirical justification
Whimsical enervations elicit ramification
Incite legendary fables of rectification
Tempestuous mendacious erudite personifications
Endemic epistemological semantics of edification
Evocative illuminism engenders mortification
Judicious spontaneous phantasms of gratification
Numinous salutatory statutes of ratification
Heuristic existentializing empiricisms alleviate confusion
Adamant machismo machinations eliminate delusion
Eulogizing enigma entity’s illustrious illusion
Torridly allusive revelries of reverie effusion
Educing morose maniacal moribundity’s inclusion
Epitomizing empathetic revulsions to corroborate elusion
Probitous erudite solicitations evade contusion
Raunchy riotous accoutrements appreciate exclusion
Optimizing subjunctively torpid recalcitrant collusion
Scenario syntactics of mythically epic allusion
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
"Surreal skeptic, cynical cryptic! Licentious lecheries fabulist façade fantasias. Wild eyed spectral serene. Dream of catenary concoctions, ethereal salacious conjugation, bridge the gap in metaphysical mystique. Erotica erectile errantry’s exserted protuberance is a kinesiology kleptomaniac with his embark embargo extraditions and his eventuation evocative execrations, a positive amalgamated anathema android of a terminus thrall. The shadow in the shade of the silhouette sojourn. The bailiff’s rakeness rails incarnate, unicorn railway nails and all. He will paint mirador bartizan panorama tableaus all over your proximity parameter perimeter peripherals. Force the enmity to acquiesce into impunity.” “Why this is not but an ogling ogre of an oligarchy omelet” she shrieked as he continued to tickle her. “Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugueness,” he said. “Positive orchestration renditions of transpositional interlude.” “Come here,” she said “let my clambering clamorous clangor write you a wield wile treatise expose’.” “The legions of Chinga da are battling the hoards of Gunga din saying ‘kinetic supremacy temporize tractive fluent’ , it’s sheer genocide. That plasty goop nosed Gumby ****** Gunga doesn’t stand a chance. Coax cacophony clout, catatonic phonics, grizzly grotto grouches all”, She squealed. “Now you’re gumption dreaming”, he chimed. “Chutzpah panache spontaneous generation complicity, gambit alluvium aloof succor.”
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
Un deseo a cumplir
Realidad se cambio
Mi camino es diferente
Pero realise
Que en esta noche
Hay pura mentiras
Sobre de mis suenos
Cuando quise escapar
No habia puertas
Me dormi en la oscuridad
En la bella noche
Se me cai las lagrimas
En la bella noche
Se me va la esperanza
En la bella noche
Se me va la riza y la luz y compassion
Se me va la felicidad
En este mundo
No te quise decir
Que no existe maravillas
No te queria llenar de desepcion
Yo queria verte feliz
En la bella noche
Se me va las lagrimas
En la bella noche
Se me va la sonrisa
En la bella noche
Se me regresa el depression y angustia
Veine todo mal
En la bella noche
Se me va la fantasia
En la bella noche
Se me va los deseos
En la bella noche
Se va mi juventud y esperanza
No mas queda la realidad
El noche esta lleno de estrellas
Que llena el cielo con poquito de fe
Pero se que todo esto es una mentira
Para traparnos en una fantasia que no tiene nada de vida
Cuando quise escapar
Mis manos levantados
Listo para tumbar todos los paredes
No te quise lastimar
Pero esto es la unica manera
Para escapar de este mundo cruel
No te quise hazer dano
Pero ala mejor es mejor
Que no recuerdas la verdad
De este cruel mundo
Y como nos mentio
Llenando nos de mentiras
Que deseos si se cumple
La bella noche se va callendo
Y nosotros somos que lo tumbo
Con nuestras manos lo vamos a
Destrozar
Quemar
Cambiar
Vamos ser nuestra realidad
En la bella noche
Vamos a garar fe
En la bella noche
Vamos comer las estrella
En la bella noche
Vamos ser la luz que brilla para el futuro
Y crear fantasias
© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
"Surreal skeptic, cynical cryptic! Licentious lecheries fabulist façade fantasias. Wild eyed spectral serene. Dream of catenary concoctions, ethereal salacious conjugation, bridge the gap in metaphysical mystique. Erotica erectile errantry’s exserted protuberance is a kinesiology kleptomaniac with his embark embargo extraditions and his eventuation evocative execrations, a positive amalgamated anathema android of a terminus thrall. The shadow in the shade of the silhouette sojourn. The bailiff’s rakeness rails incarnate, unicorn railway nails and all. He will paint mirador bartizan panorama tableaus all over your proximity parameter perimeter peripherals. Force the enmity to acquiesce into impunity.” “Why this is not but an ogling ogre of an oligarchy omelet” she shrieked as he continued to tickle her. “Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugueness,” he said. “Positive orchestration renditions of transpositional interlude.” “Come here,” she said “let my clambering clamorous clangor write you a wield wile treatise expose’. The legions of Chinga da are battling the hoards of Gunga din saying", "kinetic supremacy temporize tractive fluent" , "it’s sheer genocide. That plasty goop nosed porker of a Gumby ******* ***** monger Gunga doesn’t stand a chance. Coax cacophony clout, catatonic phonics, grizzly grotto grouches all”, She squealed. “Now you’re gumption dreaming”, he chimed. “Chutzpah panache spontaneous generation complicity, gambit alluvium aloof succor.”
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
Look up from grey, your stony walls,
Break with the sun, seasides beyond,
Even dreams can come true my heart,
Take one step into the song of the lark.
If I should stay, Cuillin Hills will weep,
End up bleating with black faced sheep,
Stoic on cairns, froze giant of Callanish,
Or gutted in harbour like some cuttlefish.
My mind is mournful, keens with winds,
O what choral fantasias we both'll sing,
Hymns north, west, south, easter terrain,
Thoughts' forsake, points the wind vane.
A fine stout dinghy awaits pure ravel,
My sorrows a mend upon that voyage,
Into the west, moon hid from maid sun,
Aye, ginger haired wrangler tae horizons.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
15th,
the time of the month
when a master card american expresses a visa reminder,
hey your passport gonna get cxld!
don't leave town; you got debts due from living life
to the fullest or the lesser, the black & white soda of
mixed up scrapings and dreaming disney fantasias
7 decades is a whole lot of 15th's
many rent/mortgage notices due,
'postage not included' notices,
(in case you were thinking of cutting a
first class stamp size
corner)
the worst word rent, rents,
and not only on the 15th,
smiling - got to rent me a poem someday,
what is the cost, guessing I'll find out on the 15th next
all the time,
lip limp from weekend to the next Friday,
just just making it through, barely,
month to the month, year to tear, dear and dare
15th to the 15th, teenth to teenth
and what is in betweenth
fully forecast a final call, last call will come on a 15th,
made sure there will be enough left to cover the outstandings,
another outstanding word I love
just enough left to mail me and my ritings,
take care of the responsibles, the non-disposables,
my last months rent, covered, my rep intact,
but no more, no one last yellow taxi ride
***the postage to return me
to my next forwarding address,
and even the cost of this poem,
got it covered***
3:23am 8/15/17
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
E por hoje dizer-te não é banal
Estive atento e discretamente olhei o teu doce olhar,
Passei noites ao luar, descrevendo as estrelas de bonitas,
Mas bonitas mesmo são tuas pétalas, flor de esplendor!
Tua sensibilidade e visão de mulher, a mim das nas vistas!
A certeza no destino, é como lotaria no caminho,
Onde te encontrei, no meio de tantas eu te vi sozinho!
Há muito tempo mesmo, que teimou em não passar,
Suspirei, me cansei, tirei todas, para agora te inflamar!
Sinto perto o carinho, da pessoa, minha amiga e mulher,
Te chamei e falei ao coração, para te agarrar e poder amar,
És tu hoje, em quem eu pego e petisco, com qualquer colher,
Porque muito ou pouco que nela couber, te saboreio ao petiscar!
És refeição completa para mim, como sangue vivo, ao coração,
Tuas doses tão prudentes de afecto, é outro nível neste patamar,
Orgulho de te cuidar, porque de mim, cuidas tu, como a terra do seu mar!
Se eu hoje respiro vida, ao querer cada hora do dia, desde o levantar,
Devo-te muito a ti e as palavras que escrevo não são hoje fantasias,
Porque cuidas de mim, como terra do seu vazo, da planta, de encantar,
Encanta meu sorriso, pelo teu cuidar, nas coisas que fazes e me dizias!
Não é falso nem é mentira, acredito na realidade que tu me trazes,
Não finjo, não mudo, não acredito que precises tu princesa, de mudar!
Olhei-te do chão, mirei-te, e tu com teu jeito doce, levantas-te meu olhar,
E eu confie-te nos braços tudo, na hora me deitar, pelo que tu me fazes!
A falta de carinho não a sinto hoje, porque a não tenho,
A ti te darei respeito, pela dama e senhora que te achei,
Encontro-te a ti a cada dia, no meu leito, e no meu cardanho!
Porque ele é gíria de tudo aquilo que tenho e em ti encontrei!
Autor: António Benigno
Código de autor: 2013.09.09.02.20
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 8:24 AM UTC
Um terceiro terço livrado de fúria e de autoridade,
Um homem duro bêbado e por demais vadio,
Procurando na noite prazeres de um defunto,
Sem vida, nem espaço para entrar em outra vida!
Se eu fosse assim escuro perdido pelos vícios,
E se eu me esquecesse mesmo, que eras mulher,
Procurasse nesses rabos oferecidos de saia,
Prazer, loucura, hábitos de gente vadia!
Se me pintasse de vida, e me vestisse de Gay,
Mostrando fantasias de pouco valor,
Coisas que mesmo feitas, eram coisas de contentor,
Seria eu assim Homem de mais esplendor?
Porque não posso ser eu assim, roto por fora,
E dentro ter o meu maior tesouro, partilhando-to,
Cheiro de verdades, carinhos e cimentados valores!
Porque não podes ouvir a experiencia, que nunca te enganou!
Querer fluir pensamentos alcoolizados, de uma vida sem fé,
Sem alimento quarente algum, que permanece duradouramente?
Nem tu sabes, nem eu entendo o porquê de não teres esperança,
Porque duvidas-te de mim se só te contei verdades confirmadas!
Autor: António Benigno
Dedico este poema à vida de merda da gente que está perdida.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 5:00 AM UTC
Do you see that girl?
Her mind hiding years of tormenting secrets, face stained with tears,
Her lips sealed closed promising never to tell what she has been suffering with.
Don’t you see her?
That girl is right there and you don’t you even know
Because you would much rather choose “ignorance is bliss”
Then reach your hand out and help her.
That girl she is screaming trying to get the attention of anyone with a listening ear
She is trying to tell you she can’t take it anymore .She wants you to see
The scares left behind by that unwanted visitor.
The pain that has sieged her heart.
Do you see her?
That girl she binged on the fantasias of what her favorites rapper says make a baddie
So she lap band her addictions and Botox away her depression
Thinking all that cosmic surgery can take away her pain.
What she really needs is for someone to take her by the hand
And tell her that everything be okay and she can make it.
That girl is right there and still can’t see her
Because you are too quick to judge.
If you would take some time and listen you would
Know she is screaming out for help
She has wants you to know she has had it with
The physical and mental abuse.
That girl she is looking for a way out but she keeps sinking
Back into her own inward conflicts that pull her back in faster than quick sand
She like Eva took a big bite out of depiction and enter into the hand of sin.
If you would just stop and pay attention you would have know
That girl she is sitting right next to you .
Now do you see her?
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
Esto es inaudito
Amarte hasta el infinito
El infinito de mis pensamientos
Es que te pienso y te pienso , y miento.
Te miento si te digo : no es cierto .
Ciertamente estas en mi mente
Incognita me entra de rrepente
Sera que deseas un minuto verme,
Un minuto porque con eso me conformo,
Ahora en mediocre me transformo ,
Que mas me da si me conformo..
Verte por un segundo multiplica mis fantasias
En mi mente todo el tiempo eres mia
Y se acortan mis agonias.
Mas la igcognita sige presente
Si es que me llevas un ratito en tu mente ..
Incognita con espranza y fe
Que algun dia, me lleges tu a querer.
10-23-13 EveGaby
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
You haberdashery hauberk harangue of a hornswoggling hiatus . Your arrogantly delusory blasphemous dementia of odiously ominous diabolically grotesque gives me a decadent distraughtness of desultory debauchery and ghastly gnarly abysmal abjections . It causes hysterical deliriums of maniacally macabre . My swashbuckling surreptitious spatiotemporal telemetry tactician is tacitly inured in a phantasmagoria fantastication of fabulist façade fantasias . I could positively kithe a futurity cudgel phantasm and bonkers bluster boggle with your phrenetically frenzied phrenic and forget my phyletic you preterit rendition autonomy equilibrist .
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
Estando detrás de ti, ese instante que tuve tu cuerpo entre mis brazos, tocando cada centimetro delicadamente para poder liberar gemidos de placer. El suave aroma de tu pelo y el sabor de tu piel enamoraron mis sentidos, tan dulce como la miel de abeja. Esos ojos juguetones que me hipnotizan cada vez que pierdo la mirada en el abismo de los deseos y fantasias, esos labios que nunca he llegado a tocar, eluden los mios como el sol a la luna cada noche y cada amanecer.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
Inexplicable fue tu llegada
Tu llegada a mi mente
De una forma inesperada
Te as adueñado de mi completamente .
Inexplicable es cuanto deseo tenerte
Sin poder controlar este deseo en mi mente
En fantasias te tomo en mj pocesion
Sin preguntarte si apruebas esta accion.
Inexplicable es como atravez del tiempo
Siento que te quiero y no te miento
Te as adueñado de una parte de mi corazon
Y trato de ser fuerte para no perder la razon.
7/18/13 EveGaby
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
Seu rosto já não é mais o mapa que me guia
Seu sorriso já não representam as estrelas que me fascinam
E as morfina de suas palavras estão longe de ser efetivas
Mas o que fazer?
Sempre soube que meu sim foi carregado de insensatez
E mais uma vez tenho que pensar
Em qual moeda essas fantasias devo pagar
Angustia que pode virar combustível
Ou talvez, raiva que será nosso castigo
Talvez apenas devo esquecer isso
Mas o pensamento de puxar o gatilho
É muito mais forte do que o de sofrer sozinho
E você não sabe como é difícil
Saber que essa noite estarei sozinho
E a falta que sinto dos seus carinhos
Mas agora tudo isso é passado
E apenas agora consigo enxergar
O que onde existia um começo
Coexistia um erro
E o que achávamos que seria amor
Apenas era a euforia de um perdedor que ocupa o segundo lugar no pódio do amor
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
Sequacious demonstrative mongrel fantastication
Overt fantasias and monstrance clarification
Rhetorical rote of empirical justification
Whimsical enervations elicit ramification
Incite legendary fables of rectification
Tempestuous mendacious erudite personifications
Endemic epistemological semantics of edification
Evocative illuminism engenders mortification
Judicious spontaneous phantasms of gratification
Numinous salutatory statutes of ratification
Heuristic existentializing empiricisms alleviate confusion
Adamant machismo machinations eliminate delusion
Eulogizing enigma entity’s illustrious illusion
Torridly allusive revelries of reverie effusion
Educing morose maniacal moribundity’s inclusion
Epitomizing empathetic revulsions to corroborate elusion
Probitous erudite solicitations evade contusion
Raunchy riotous accoutrements appreciate exclusion
Optimizing subjunctively torpid recalcitrant collusion
Scenario syntactics of mythically epic allusion
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
*( Haiku )
.
Inclinations
All dream comes to naught
Still I sing at great mountains
Fantasias of faiths
Spinsterhood
Ancient fruitless tree
Time droops on leftover boughs
Such weight in the winds
Morning Poet
Taste of wings smoking
Flighty tangs breathe in coffee
Words land onto page
Fresh Eyes
Rain clings to window
Morning world is washed away
Now garden sparkles
Springtime
We teared love naked
In joy winter cloths broke down
Rains ********** us*
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
Dicen que nació del polvo
de una estrella
su madre la luna
y el padre era el sol.
Era de cabellos dorados
tenia la piel blanca
creció jugando
también soñando
se lleno de fantasias
su alma siguió bailando
su cuerpo se quedo intacto
seguia siendo
el niño de la luna.
Alguien lo esperaba
en un cohete a tierra
pero el nunca tomo el vuelo
ahora debía ser mas fuerte.
Una noche estrellada
una voz femenina lo llamaba
era la vida vestida de astronauta
lo arropo y luego lo lanzo.
Cuando el niño fue atraído
por la gravedad y sus pies
tocaron tierra, sus pulmones
se llenaron de aire
y su mente de nuevas ideas.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
Bebe os segredos proibídos dos meus lábios
Como se de uma confissão se tratasse
Arruína-me esta vontade inquieta
Destrói-me este desejo de ser livre
E concretiza a vontade de pertencer
Perdoa-me qualquer avanço suave e brusco
Não tenciono deixar-te ir no sentido contrário
Sorri cada vez que este vermelho surge no meu rosto
É a consequência deste sentimento que me provocas
Tu fazes para me relembrar quão bom é ter-te aqui
Porque apesar de os sonhos que me inquetam durante a noite
Serem os mais puros desejos concretizados fantasiosamente
Não passam disso, fantasias inconcretizadas
Há espera de serem materializadas
Exigo levemente mas afintadamente que não partirás sem mim
Ajuda esta mente inquieta a suavizar estes incontrolos
Completamente ansiosos cansados de ansiar por mais
Incontrolos inteiramente controlados pelo consciente
Com o inconsciente gritando para se descontrolarem
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
*All dream comes to naught
Still I sing at great mountains
Fantasias of faiths*
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
You haberdashery hauberk harangue of a hornswoggling hiatus. Your arrogantly delusory blasphemous dementia of odiously ominous diabolically grotesque gives me a decadent distraughtness of desultory debauchery and ghastly gnarly abysmal abjections . It causes hysterical deliriums of maniacally macabre . My swashbuckling surreptitious spatiotemporal telemetry tactician is tacitly inured in a phantasmagoria fantastication of fabulist façade fantasias . I could positively kithe a futurity cudgel phantasm and bonkers bluster boggle with your phrenetically frenzied phrenic and forget my phyletic you preterit rendition autonomy equilibrist .
Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 11:06 PM UTC
Muchas noches sin dormir fuiste la protagonista de mis fantasias y asi como ayer me imaginaba que te tenia para darme placer. Cierro mis ojos y recuerdo tu mirada fija en mis ojos dejándome saber que lo estabas disfrutando tanto como yo. Tu boca tan suave y tu lengua tan ágil que lleno mi cuerpo de sensaciones que solo tu puedes darme. Quiero sentirte así a mi manera.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
Cai-me o silêncio na
mente, uma
mescla de nostalgia e solidão
invade-me a alma, vozes silenciosas
em vão suplicam o perdão. Corpos acorrentados
à r e a l i d a d e , olhos molhados de lágrimas
perdidas, tormento e ódio, amor, perdão.
Na vigília da noite uma luz ténue surge
lá no fundo, gestos provocantes pairam na silhueta
do mundo, ventos tempestuosos derrotam
quimeras distantes, hoje pintadas de c i n z e n t o .
Sociedade imunda, profanada por cultos ignorantes
que hoje se abrigam sob um manto de fantasias
enubladas. Águas mansas de um lago, onde cisnes se
banham, águas de lágrimas vertidas
pelos tempos. Ouço tua voz na brisa
dos pinhais, onde minha alma vagueia... porquê?
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
Niega toda razón lógica,
absorto en un va y ven
de pensamientos incesantes.
Inmensurables fantasias
desgarrando la realidad.
Mientras el domingo
le da la bienvenida a la noche,
todos están moviéndose.
Paso los días abrazada
a la vieja soledad,
le digo que su visita ya es abrumadora,
pero aún así la invito a una taza de té.
Y pasa el día,
llevándose mis ganas,
llevándose un poco más de vida.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
Sequacious demonstrative mongrel fantastication
Overt fantasias and monstrance clarification
Rhetorical rote of empirical justification
Whimsical enervations elicit ramification
Incite legendary fables of rectification
Tempestuous mendacious erudite personifications
Endemic epistemological semantics of edification
Evocative illuminism engenders mortification
Judicious spontaneous phantasms of gratification
Numinous salutatory statutes of ratification
Heuristic existentializing empiricisms alleviate confusion
Adamant machismo machinations eliminate delusion
Eulogizing enigma entity’s illustrious illusion
Torridly allusive revelries of reverie effusion
Educing morose maniacal moribundity’s inclusion
Epitomizing empathetic revulsions to corroborate elusion
Probitous erudite solicitations evade contusion
Raunchy riotous accoutrements appreciate exclusion
Optimizing subjunctively torpid recalcitrant collusion
Scenario syntactics of mythically epic allusion
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
"Surreal skeptic, cynical cryptic! Licentious lecheries fabulist façade fantasias. Wild eyed spectral serene. Dream of catenary concoctions, ethereal salacious conjugation, bridge the gap in metaphysical mystique. Erotica erectile errantry’s exserted protuberance is a kinesiology kleptomaniac with his embark embargo extraditions and his execratory eventuation evocative expletives, a positive amalgamated anathema android of a terminus thrall. The shadow in the shade of the silhouette sojourn. The bailiff’s rakeness rails incarnate, unicorn railway nails and all. He will paint mirador bartizan panorama tableaus all over your proximity parameter perimeter peripherals. Force the enmity to acquiesce into impunity.” “Why this is not but an ogling ogre of an oligarchy omelet” she shrieked as he continued to tickle her. “Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugueness,” he said. “Positive orchestration renditions of transpositional interlude.” “Come here,” she said “let my clambering clamorous clangor write you a wield wile treatise expose’. The legions of Chinga da are battling the hoards of Gunga din saying", "kinetic supremacy temporize tractive fluent" , "it’s sheer genocide. That plasty goop nosed porker of a Gumby ******* ***** monger Gunga doesn’t stand a chance. Coax cacophony clout, catatonic phonics, grizzly grotto grouches all”, She squealed. “Now you’re gumption dreaming”, he chimed. “Chutzpah panache spontaneous generation complicity, gambit alluvium aloof succor.”
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 7:55 PM UTC