"guarana" poems
With the curves of her body,
Ten thousand men could fall.
A vision so sublime,
Swaggered into the bar.
Oh, her perfume!
Her perfectly painted lips!
The hypnotizing eyes!.....
smote the drooling regulars.
"Guarana". She ordered.
"No **** Amarula on my bill"
Offered the usually quiet Baba Jemo.
"And a pack of Guarana to take home"
Added 'Fisi' Johny the local mechanic.
With a smile that could melt Antarctica's ice,
She accepted the two stooges' offer.
Just as they were marrying their stools to her's
There bounced in a striking gentleman
"Sorry honey, i was caught in traffic.
Can we go to a better pub?"
With Amarula on her right hand,
A twelve pack of Guarana on his left,
They legged it out holding hands,
Leaving my silly two thunderstruck,
As I handed them the bill.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
Animals and nature
Colored rainbow paint the sky,
Birds sing and fly.
Snakes waiting for a snack,
Hungry and fat rats.
The horizon with gold,
Pleasure for the old.
Living in a flat,
Horses and the sun set.
Crocodiles having a bath,
Cuckoos on the grass.
Dogs in the same lodge,
A man’s lost in the fog.
Cats sleeping on the sofa,
Cows drinking guarana.
Bees looking for the moon,
Mosquito’s to bit you soon.
Warmest regards.
Victor Marques
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 7:31 AM UTC
I was lost in the Bermuda triangle
It was like Egypt in a sea of flesh
the great pyramid
******* in all surrounding life
A tilted triangle I thought
circumscribed around your hunger
but you knew my weakness
Told me it was a fig
fresh
succulent
sweet
so I bit into its sweetness
leaving my smile on your thighs
Told me it was a grapefruit
You were right
I bent down and tasted it
pink
juicy
kind of sweet
kind of ****
I ate every section
lingering
around the center
with my tongue
There were tremors in your skin
as I swallowed your body
as you swallowed my hardness
as your body
swallowed the milk of my trembling
I came to Egypt
I came in the great pyramid
between sky and sand
The Pharaohs were waiting for us
You were waiting for me
I visited the pyramids in Mexico
and was jungled in
like green-iguana-slowness
like Asian fever
sweet and sweaty
swollen like an anaconda
moving in and out
digesting the heat of a fresh ****
In Sudan, the Saharan winds
shatter the pyramids into pieces
I lick their dryness like a cat its fur
let the heat burn my bowels
Now there are tremors on my skin
I exhale breath of wet fire into your lips
and rain down upon your body
like night crashing into the surf
like sweat pouring into the sea
like sand screaming into the wind
I even became the wind
so as to enter every part of your smoothness
slipping past even your seditious skin
The wind has no mercy
We draw shapes in the morning light
with our naked bodies
while only the birds cover us
with their fluttering wings
made of the down
of your brown belly
I tasted that too
like Indian velvet
like a Bahian feast of papayas
maracaja and guarana
Da danca do mar
In Brazil the sensuous sun seeps
into the scorched sand where our form was
and cuts through the hot flesh of the earth
To the center
where all desire has fused
has seeped through the surface
To the center
where my mouth burns from wanting
To the center
where your wetness burns my tongue
To the center
Your center
I
Will
Return
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
I have a certain affliction
Its really causing a life longevity constriction
But I love the adrenalin
And all this guarana seed and maltodextrin
Stupid energy drink addiction
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
Kissing my wrist.
1. 2. 3
times. I should
be good for
a few hours.
Then repeat again.
Stumb- stumbling stumble
over ov ov
stumbling over over
over over over
stumbling ov over
my over my
words. Every time
I try to
speak to you.
Kiss, 2, 3.
Now I won't
accidentally hurt you.
Picking at my
skin, pinching, frowning.
Cutting each and
every bite into
a perfect cube.
A PERFECT cube.
Into the car.
Kiss, kiss, kiss.
Now I won't
be in another
car accident. But!
Don't forget, don't
forget. Do it
again to be
sure. You have
to or else
you'll get hurt.
Hurt your family.
Hurt someone else's
family. Break apart
a whole life.
I can count
every single calorie
I have eaten
today without even
looking at the
label. I can
taste and tell
you which artificial
sugar is in
my energy drink.
But! I only
drink the ones
with guarana extract.
It's all natural,
so at least
kinda better, right?
FREEZE! Here comes
a new thought.
What if I
suddenly ran out
into traffic, got
hit by a car,
and traumatized someone.
Or, consider, if
I went to
a theme park,
and just jumped
out in front
of a roller
coaster, horribly traumatizing
a whole train
of children. A
huge explosion of
blood and brains.
Don't do it,
don't do it,
Don't do it,
don't, don't, don't
It's a thought.
It doesn't control
you. It doesn't.
Let it go.
Kiss kiss kiss.
Kiss, 2, 3.
Kissing my wrist.
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
I found a part of myself on the banks of a distant river
This girl that will stand up for something
Hope for more
Look beyond the murky waters to an endless sky
Float along the banks
With a purpose in life
We trudged along, sailing past lives
Put on our boots and discovered another side
In between the lines
These people, they changed my perspective in a week
Thank you to the people that ponder and read
One hundred books a year
Whose purpose and future is clear
Those who have been in the eighth grade for years
Once were part of the swat team - so I hear
Who tell jokes that remain untranslated
Found hope away from home and built dreams, settled down far away with their family
Braid like no one's watching (Thank you for your braiding talent - honestly)
Wear fedoras confidently
Break out the world record book
And bring people together under one cause
To travel away to the Amazon
Trying to help those on another continent
Water filters, guarana,
Guitars, and farinha
A caiman aboard
I found a part of myself in this land, untamed
Because of the people, the songs, and the rain
No goodbyes, friends for life
Setting our hopes high
There's this boat out on the river
That honks to call you in
This blue majestic gift that holds our memories within.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
Like a fly without his/her buzz
even popping a guarana (caffeine) does
not shake the feeling
like brain covered with fuzz
no matter how hard I try eyelids claps
shut nor how many hours of sleep elapse
offers nary reprieve folds
welded tightly shut
feel like they weigh
much as a ton mud covered *****
thus thought to summon
meager energy reserves perhaps
generating poetic lines
interrupted by taking constant naps
but no matter eyelids
weigh heavy as a ton steel traps
narcolepsy not ruled out since
tired body struggles as if grasping for air,
yet such fatigued state uncommon for me,
though bothersome to grin and bear
this bout of sleepiness, where this
white knight chess sleeps
trouble free aye declare
quality deep rapid eye
movement marked noticed
since medication taken
to treat debilitating anxiety e'er
concomitant panic attacks, where psyche
got rent asunder send
ding this atheist to hell
episodes pained me
forked flaming tongues flare
ling, immobilizing, paralyzing
and stinging entire body,
hence methinks primary cerebral gear
and cog glommed
like a drain clogged with hair
nonetheless, no alarmist worry,
nor "worst case scenarios" betray
my ordinarily mellow emotional state,
thus any task I must delay
thoughts unstoppably captivated
by snoozing upon
a bed of freshly mown hay,
and then hours later
diminishing fatigue in catchy rye
ming verse aye re: lay
relishing being awake,
the mine true valued self I kin portray.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC