"fascinate" poems
Poets, like
madmen and prophets,
are banned from
the Kingdom of Reason,
as they are
the progeny of the sun
(the sun who illumines as he blinds)
and the siblings
of the rays
who never tire
of beating
the world into
magnificent new shapes
that fascinate us
all – including
Unwavering Moon whose
lonesome secret is to be
madly in love
with the rainbow.
© LazharBouazzi, May 26, 216
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
Estimate tells us the avg. height
of a female in the U.S. is 64 inches.
This is quantitative. Unfeeling of prospect,
the numbers fascinate and baffle.
Recent estimation supposes
1500 active volcanoes on the earth of which
500 have erupted since history,
the invention of writing.
Such a short time ago.
Measuring in quantities, the earth is
4.5-4.6 billion years old.
Creatures of like sentience who never wrote about
volcanoes, the age of their earth.
Quantities hum of something borrowed.
So tight-wound, so deeply close, and yet still.
Something not ours.
Blind, free of invention.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
Whiskey
In pale fragile hands
Eyes
Stuck on the boy in front
A smile
Sassy enough to fascinate
Stories
Untold but always kept in mind
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
As I ponder, perplexed by the possibility
Of a premature passing that may present itself to me
I consider and calculate
Though my conclusion may be crude
That the finest fix for my fear is a feasting of food
I munch on a morsel, my mouth making moisture
Overwhelmingly open to offal and oysters
I'd take them, temptation takes its toll
Curiosity for calories that I can't control
I'd have them, Hoover them, heck I'd hoard 'em
But by now I believe it's basically boredom
Not a necessity to nibble the nosh
It's late I ate a plate at eight, I can wait my gosh
No, I know there is no need
To slurp on soup or scoff some seeds
Only fatigue fuelling the feeling to feed
Got to get to grips with this gross and grotesque greed
Choking on choices, trembling in my chair
Do I punt for the pudding, the peach or the pear?
Selecting such seductive sweeties
Or dealing with death, diets and diabetes?
While I wonder and weep about what will win
My insatiable starvation stumbles on a sin
Not funny you'll find when you're finished and fat
'Cause in the kitchen on the counter there's a KitKat
Four fiendish fingers fascinate the feeling
So seductive, my senses soaring to the ceiling
Try to meet it, cheat it, beat it, defeat it
But what the hell, I don't care, I'll just ****** eat it.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
To thank each one of you,
Today, I take the opportunity,
By taking names for your support.
For being the source,
First of all, I thank Life,
For the inspiration she was.
She guided me to Hello Poetry,
Introduced me to new friends,
Broke up ultimately however.
Then I thank Timothy Salter,
For his own and his family's,
Articulate poetry helped me.
Madam Hilda writes as amazing,
And as amazing is their daughter,
It is hard to tell if Marian wrote it.
It's helping me learn more,
Respecting it has taught me,
Had to be paid to earn more.
Not forgetting Gitacharya Vedala,
For he elaborates on every detail,
Thereby helping me experiment.
Same is for Pradip Chattopadhyay,
Hinting of Rabindranath Tagore,
He's the poet clad in sombrero.
Their pure physics at soul poetry,
Helped me learn experimenting,
With sheer hollow truthfulness
I then engage in remembering,
Elsa Angelica for inspiring me,
Her own poetry is developing.
She inspired me to improve,
My strengths & weaknesses,
She taught me being lucid.
Then of course I thank Sukeerti,
She taught me being beautiful,
Without being too explaining.
She encouraged my writing,
Always was their as a friend,
Giving me her positive inputs.
Madam Elizabeth 'Lizzie' Squires,
Aptly mature her poetry is always,
Very much to learn always exists.
Her persona is respectable,
Definitely motherly her aura,
Making her a poet so reputable.
Several other poets fascinate me,
Equally instead of less or more,
They all teach me the lessons.
Madam Sally A Bayan is there,
Her sweet mature bits of advice,
Best complemented by her poetry.
Shayana Shrikanthalingam,
Seeing all her polished poetry,
Not such a difficult name for me.
Ever inseparable they are,
Brandon & Earl Jane Nagley,
They are the immortal lovers.
And I recognize the beauty,
An Indian model here on H.P.,
Poetry surely as cute as herself.
She is the most elegant girl,
On Hello Poetry and in reality,
Bhumika Fulwani I refer to here.
Finally, I express my gratitude to her,
In my life she's the ultimate one,
Now I needn't anyone else.
She is my Pooja Shah,
She is exclusively mine,
She is here forever to stay.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
Paths really fascinate me
Guess they always will,
Whether in a clover field
Or up a grassy hill,
Is it curiosity
Or will I ever know?
Why I am filled with wonder
As to where and how far they grow?
September 3 1955
4k
My eyes a pure olive-green color
Aren't reflecting love or pleasure
Between this black pupil and iris
World of strength and mysteries
And you'll see that my eyes won't blink
From your camera flash and the sound of click
Because my strong features reflect my firmness
And the pain of the camps and its soreness
But deeply you can see a shocked young girl
Who ran away from a fierce war to another terrible region
So do not ask , show me your smile
My silent lips reflect the world silence
My eyes fascinate you? , yeah I know
Everyone bewitched, but no one ask how do you do?
However, the force which glitter in my eyes
You will not see it anywhere else
I do not know if my picture would be deployed
Or you would keep it after this year
All I know is the point of my life has changed
since 1984
Toka Kentar © all rights received
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
~~
Sometimes Loudly
Sometimes Silently
Yellow leaves have fallen,
Becoming dry
Pale
Passing through as the grained Sound on the Street
Slowly dark flees across the evenings
What an Illusion!
What Shadows!
Has Shuffled
The Past
Present
Future
Your form that creates metaphors
And what a wonderful feel
Through out its gravity
Night dancing,
When aroma of Night-Queen
Moving in the air,
Plays with the moonlit
As if Reminds
The First love Poem
Has burned within the form
Standing to fascinate
Away, a dense bunch
Of vine Forest
Bored Air moving
Listening the murmur
Of dried leaves
In the passing wind of banner
As if Someone Calling with
My old name
Empty
Restless Heart
Today is the tune that somewhere else
Like a flow
Of a distant river melody,
Surging waves of the attack
In the Strange night of Spring
Continuous grey leaves falling
Falling on the Floor
Whispering the words on the street goes through
What an Illusion!
What Shadows!
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
You've made me reconsider everything I thought
And change all the conclusions that I've ever been brought
You made me stare in adoration from the way you talk
To the way you have confidence and swagger in your walk
And when you dance, I see eyes filled with passion and drive
And from the audience, it looks like you become more alive
I see happiness, as if it's really the only time
You can feel such emotion and I understand why
You seem to fascinate me and I seem to admire you
Cause I love to know things like your past and what inspires you
How you hold yourself, your humor type, and I desire you
And I can't tell you why cause usually I enjoy solitude
But I'm so drawn to you, I think of you all the time
I wanna be snuggled in your arms, your lips pressed against mine
Cause with everybody else I'll just say oh yeah I'm fine
But I actually can mean it when I'm with you and I won't lie
I feel endless smiles and countless butterflies
And I can't take the stare you give me from your ****** eyes
So I look down, and fidget & become sorta shy
When it's all realization I finally got a great guy
For months it's been strange cause I haven't just cried
Cause we're fighting over nonsense or cause somebody lied
Or your ignoring me, cheating, beating, not treating me right
Im not used to this but it's all been relieving and nice
I gaze at you and I wonder if sometimes you catch me
Cause I'd stare all day if I could and if you'd let me
My love for you is strong and becoming very heavy
I rarely get the chance to meet people who don't regret me
You're what makes me happy
And wake up in the morning
Go to school, see you
And I see now what is forming
I'm just so in love and I would never ever leave you
Cause I don't just want you anymore, I'm beginning to need you...
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
Just Monika, is able to make me smile
Just Monika makes my terrible days worthwhile
Just Monika, can fascinate me with her beautiful writing style
Just Monika, can make me overcome any trial
Just Monika, makes my heart skip a beat
Just Monika, makes me wanna read (more)
Just Monika, wears the cutest bows
Just Monika, has the prettiest pose
Just Monika, can wash away my woes
Just Monika, makes me sad when she goes
Just Monika, can write poems like a master
Just Monika, can fix a game from a total disaster
Just Monika, could live in my heart
Just Monika, makes me lower my guard
Just Monika, has my one true love
Just Monika, is as beautiful as the heavens far above
~ Umi
Just Monika
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
Glass is cheaper than the stone skin
tattooed on their foreheads. The palace, a splendid fantasy,
half built when the idea will be abandoned.
Freedom is a powerful nuisance! Their only
sin is looking at the world through rose-colored
glasses, make people feel at ease despite distress and disease.
The right wing redneck reactionary republicans continue
religious slaughtering. *This nightmare scenario should
be nixed,* said with a sneer, I hope they’re wearing warm socks.
Still, I couldn’t crack the code. Changed envy to admiration
to cultivate mystery rare as it is rewarding. The weird thing
is the high-end whiskey collecting dust on the on the shelves.
Nothing short of astonishing, like the space farers gazing back
at the home planet. Distant. They fascinate people.
Animate the inanimate environment. Isolation above.
Looking back I am ashamed of the mess we are leaving
our children and grandchildren. How to allocate these limited
resources? The key is to engage. No easy fixes.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
Sprawled and etched underneath your delicate skin. Lines of blue and indigo travel up your forearms and push out adrenaline. Dark as ink, poisoning ones very soul. I trace the wicked lines with the very tips of my finger and you break out in shivers. The very lines that fascinate me, I want to make a home out of your veins. I want to be within your every being, I want to be the very thing that makes you feel alive.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
*“So this is the end of you and me
We had a good run and I'm setting you free
To do as you want, to do as you please
Without me”*
I just look up the sky and stare at the fireworks with such passion.
They fascinate me.
Sometimes it feels like they’re just like us.
It feels in one moment that they’re eternal just like us.
We’re somehow, somewhere, eternal.
Just right then in the middle of it, it feels eternal,
then everything all the little sparks that we felt
all the sparks that we were
fade into the darkness
and we realise that just as those fireworks
we die,
we fade into the dark,
we’re remembered for some time and then we’re forgotten.
But some of us are an eternal spark,
eternal firework
just like the first firework in history
or the biggest fireworks ever made,
we’re eternal,
we’re remembered,
we’re important,
never forgotten.
We’re just like those fireworks,
sparks that die.
August the 16th 2013
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC
Your smoke has intoxicated me long since my dad stopped driving me to school. I am scorched by the touch of your atmosphere that I will never get used to. I can never take back the money I've spent on ***** ice cream and orange quail eggs. And despite your ridiculous amount of potholes and how every corner of you is corrupted, Manila, you are still my home.
I will forever treasure the nights I've spent walking through your pavement. The lights of you will never fail to fascinate me. How every monuments and art musuems becomes a portal from the past to the future. For all the laughs, tears, annoyance, and anger that I've had with you and the inside jokes that only we know. For the people I've met and will meet inside you. For all the streets I've walked and will walk onto. Despite your lack of snow and intense evidence of climate change, Manila, I am still and will always be in love with you.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
The relentless effort to exhale
Emotions, with composed face,
That's me around you
Your presence alone
deprive me of the power of resistance
I Lose control, become irrational
That's me around you
Your flawless beauty, intoxicating my vision
Entertaining my every senses
Teasing the mere faculty to see beyond.
.........that's me around you.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
Your unique omelets
Fascinate me. Like your ***
Always exotic
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 10:26 AM UTC
I want to know every single thing about you.
I want to know the way you wake up in the morning.
I want to know how you fall asleep at night.
I want to know what your morning routine is.
I want to watch you yawn and stretch in the mornings.
I want to watch you laying in bed like a burrito.
I want to watch your face light up when you read this.
I want to feel your arms around me.
I want to feel you sweep me off my feet.
I want to feel your hand in my own.
I want to know every single thing about you.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
I watched you as you dreamed away.
**...thoughts inside that hidden mind...
behind a lock and key never cease to fascinate me...**
I stand outside and look within,
watching and waiting as you
smile and frown,
knowing that you are a prize most can never seem to win.
I seem to have caught you, for at least a moment and I am grateful for eyes bright and dark that gaze into mine with a strong softness.
**The images playing throughout my brain like kisses planted in pouring rain, and chocolate milk bubbles as I smile at you...
will remain on my heart like a fresh tattoo.**
You whisper about monsters beneath your bed and I whisper lovely things to you instead.
Demons fly and demons lie.
Angels sigh and angels die.
But if I dance with you under the moonlight, can we push away the thoughts that make us cry...?
I have seen the scars that hell has made and the beatings never seem to fade but all I want to beat are the devils away so you can gaze into the sun...
Yes I stumble, yes I fall.
Yes, I am a ghost that walks the hall.
But in this house that that is broken down,
an incredible sight is what I found.
Wildflowers were growing on the walls and voices were music like waterfalls.
You make me come out of hiding and not every view is worth the calls...
But I try to breathe, I try to see... the better parts that exist in me,
so I can help bring out the best in you.
So when it is light and when it is dark, when we are together or we are apart...
I'll be the shadows in the back of the room attempting to chase away the gloom...
**Whenever wildflowers start to to wither away
A ghostly hand will be there to stop the decay...**
...because you are worth the fight
and somewhere in you exists a light that makes the sun jealous of all you bring and causes the universe to dance and sing at the soul existing for just the blink of an eye but one who can light up an entire sky....
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
You make me feel irrational,
yet I profoundly enjoy analyzing your temperament;
you inspire and fascinate me completely.
When your gaze wanders, I love the hellish feeling I get
because hell has that specific taste that makes your palms sweat;
much like watching you light up your cigarette.
Never change your attitude, darling, I love the way you drive me insane.
I **** time by keeping myself busy at night
wondering why would someone's lips want to touch such a fire as mine
if they hadn't wanted to be scorned by my desire
and to be left with the scars of my passionate motion.
Better stay away from me,
don't trigger something I can't tackle,
because I just want to be adored,
meaning I won't catch any hearts if they fall.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
Our world isn't what it looks like
The world isn't like a beautiful field of flowers
The fascinate sky and and conjure wind flowing through
But we didn't know what's dangerous hidden inside all wonders
Life isn't as happy as we thought
Our world full of sin and humanity lie
Destroying all the beauty of life
That's the reality I've seen so far
World is a battlefield
We are in our war with the devils
Our choice changes our fates
We must win our fight so we can get a happy eternal life
We don't own this world
This is not our home
This is just a beginning of our journey
Be critical so we can succeed
Stand up for yourself, that's what you need
****** no one, ****** your God
God knows everything so we must believe Him
Let's go winning this battle
Our World, Is Our Battlefield
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
A Lover Should ......
Enchant
Your soul
Mesmerise
Your mind
While bewitching
Your body
Fitting together
Like the proverbial glove
Treasure
Your dreams
Share
Your sorrows
See eternity
Hidden in your eyes
Leap
Into the unknown
Be brave
And true
Honour
Their own heart
Love
Themselves too
Fascinate
Captivate
Elevate
Take your breath away
Lie spellbound in your arms
Cherish your value
A Lover Should
Only ....
Love
You .....
(C) Pixievic
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
Those unchained melodies are heard-
slayed and naked, like a lost soul-
wand'ring along a village; a dejected village!
And hark, hark to how they plead!
O, how they beg to be alive, to be free
from the deadness of these winds.
But no-one greets them, with a handful
of care!-how ill, and thievery is,
such inattentiveness! What a smug
egotism!-For these areth living
creatures, not lurking shadows as they'th seemed!
Blackened willows, stiffened dust;
trembling trees, affronted branches-
bending in their nakedness, a scene of vulgarity
with no ******* and sensations-
to capture attention, o, am'rous
attention! How poor these humans are! Brutes
are they to natureth-dappled with disgrace,
insincerely prayin' for more and more to feed their
ungrateful innuendoes-which prey on their
mortality-to fascinate their tongue,
and ***** And elements with no such marks
are out of them, no thinking is set on them;
no moreth! Peek, peek now, at how those
bountiful thorns blureth, and dieth!-at the scorn
and rivalry amongst humans-and still no-one bothers
kindethly-to eventh peek at 'em, yon miserable,
pitiful creatures! But 'ose humans, whose spitefulness
is awayth from b'ing praiseworthy, are aboundth with
death; cannot they defy it, inescapable as it's always
been-for death is not destined to dieth-never!
Thus thy sins, humans, wilt swing thy joys into swamps
of guilt, denial, and suffrage-be unafraid of which,
straighten thy chins-for these are all what thou'th
deserved, all along! Thou'th betrayed nature, and now
thy souls wilt be thy subtlest enemy-thy veiled threat!-
beware of 'tis, but still perchance, it is futile to
exhort thee-now and again! Thou art stained with
remorse, and prefereth doth thou-to follow thy own
course, rather than nature's bliss's vows.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
it will always fascinate and horrify me
how the people responsible for bringing you into this world
are the ones who make you rapidly sift through the file cabinet in your mind labeled "suicide attempts you haven't tried yet" in order to exit it
young girl,
you will scream at the top of your lungs
and they will call your cries crazy and your eyes will swell
young lady,
you will run down the streets of a city that will consume you
and you will pray it gets to you before they do
and you will age and you will return
maybe for a visit, maybe for a funeral, maybe for an answer
and you will be quieter, softer, and a little less angry
you might not understand why they pinned you in a corner
or locked you in the garage
or tried to quite literally **** you
you might not understand why they bought you plane tickets
and cars and shiny new things
you might be haunted by long car rides, equally terrible in silence or otherwise
"you know we love you"
"i know"
say it back
say it back, you ungrateful *****
you want to complain about how oppressed you are but they gave you everything, didn't they
everything money could buy, right
what else mattered?
**** your spiritual sanity and intangible desires
what kind of hippie nonsense are you whining about this time
ungrateful
******* ungrateful
then leave
run away (again)
you won't have us when you come back
come back
how dare you abandon us
******* ungrateful *****
don't you know we love you
at least say thank you
at least say thank you
at least say thank you
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
Here I am, with the same energy as when I first met you.
You wanted to bury me so many times.
You said last time that I was too young to hangout with you.
And so you were at war with your mind because of it.
We met in summer.
In that bar where I used to sing Blues.
You tried to look for me in others, but nobody has what I have.
The free spirit, the contagious energy of the 70's and the poetry in the eyes
So many times I lost myself in your kisses.
I felt so alone without you around.
You are so charismatic, you are so involvent.
I tried to remember when our souls met...
While I caressed your gray hair.
Ecsaty was what you called me.
I lived high and alone.
You asked me so many things that night.
If I was happy to live ...
Are you afraid of die?
Are you afraid to scream?
Are you afraid to give in?
All the questions were answered when I kissed you.
Your skin on mine.
I like to feel it.
While you played guitar and sang blues.
You said I deserved diamonds, wreaths and serenades.
I could not contain myself when you were with me.
It was so clear that you were the one for me.
Put your hand on my waist.
Every time you tightened my waist, your desire for me increased.
I could feel your breath catching.
You took off my clothes and I took yours.
And you almost have a heart attack.
Because you find yourself admiring my naked and wet body.
You said that I was a fascinate young woman.
My moans were like a song to you
You got lost in the sound of my moans.
You were lost in my body.
I smelled young spirit .
You said that I made you dream so high.
See the universe you could explore in my body.
Being able to touch me and to achieve what only you can.
You said I was magnetic, I had something that reminded you of freedom and made you want to live.
Every time you moaned I felt alive.
You spoke in my ear that that you liked when I was wild.
I can not imagine how this moment can someday become a forgetfulness
But life with you makes more sense.
Every time our souls met, it was an intense moment.
When I am with you, I can not find direction in my heart.
I am lost
Lost in you.
You said it was our last night tonight
Are you going to leave me again?
Do you want to start a fight between your heart and your mind again?
Are you not tired of your rollercoaster of emotions?
All I know is that you don't want to say goodbye.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
Creatures called "sores" hover at lightning speed across the grey earth, hence, ere is the apocalypse's eve.
Just as it always is, and the future attains enlightened poisoning which eats slowly at its being and existence.
Feelings, misplaced
Confidence, misplaced
Balance, misplaced
Senses, scattered and blown by opaque wind into small tornadoes which settle and hide in the corners and crannies of my skull
The fascinate-opal is shining above the impossible-springs where blue vegetation is next to molten rainbow cascading through, over, under, and beside digital holograms of people.
Illusory picnic in the chapel-a hollowed sheet of milk
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC