"irresistibly" poems
it happened once
upon a time
a place with a piano
much wine
& cozy talk
they left late
tied in an amiable hug
heading for their separate quarters
each knew
the other shared
with someone else
passing through the old library
she gently pulled him down
upon a persian rug
and lifted her skirts
quite irresistibly
they melted in bliss
knowing it would happen
only once
in their time
* * *
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
Set the alarm
Lock the doors
Lock the windows
Lock the shutters
Find the cricket bat – “put it by your bed”
Say goodnight to mom and dad
Although young, not naïve
I knew every night had the possibility of being my last
A routine that is now muscle memory.
Fear –
You may think
But life –
Normal for me.
Wake up
Turn off the alarm
Unlock the doors
Open the windows
Open the shutters
Put the cricket bat in the cupboard
Never being able to be left alone at home. Unwillingly dragged from store to store.
But – that’s the thing –
People don’t know the real Her,
They know the exquisite scenery, the unforgettable wildlife
They don’t know… But I do.
Because She is my home
Because being in constant fear for my life –
is normal.
Confused –
What do I tell people about Mother when they ask?
The person who raised me, taught me how to be grateful, how to ride a bike, how to love.
Do I tell them? Will I scare them?
Although hidden beneath the tyranny – I would say –
the bloodshed
the faces of malnourished children left for dead on the side of the road the poverty struck soil the corruption the greed the hunger the death the separation of class and race
Although a place feared –
Africa.
My Africa –
Whose sunshine you feel ignited in your soul
My Africa –
Whose smile is irresistibly contagious
My Africa –
Whose heart lies in the grassy terrain
The golden dunes of sand
The never-ending mountain tops
My Africa –
Who is the heart of various people
cultures
languages
All who call Her home.
She is –
Where my heart lies even if I am thousands of miles away
Where my mind wanders from day to day.
Her air, instantly calls you
Her smell, instantly smelt
Welcoming you ever so dearly –
Home.
Like all good mothers,
She is the one who can handle both the tranquil and turmoil,
the love and war.
She is my home. She is who I fear of disappointing.
My Africa –
is beautiful.
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
Gatsby was in love;
completely infatuated
with another being
The way he looked at her
with his anxious eyes
exhibited a love that couldn't be greater
And
the words he spoke
emitted such fondness
for her rosy lips against his
as he whispered sweet stories
that he irresistibly imagined
of their future together
he fell so in love--
he fell so tragically and desperately
in l o v e--
he lost himself completely
and became absent
in his own consciousness
trusting false hopes,
refusing to let go of what would
never be his
and if this insanity is what they call
true love--
if this is what one experiences
when such passion takes over--
then I, too
have gone Gatsby for you.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
I want you to destroy me
because I know you'd enjoy it.
Rip me to shreds because that's what
I'll be if it means you loving me back together again.
And again.
And again.
What we've got is so horrible,
so painful, so honest, such a raw,
destructive, quality to what we call
"us" that it would almost be masochistic to go back.
Our brand of senselessness,
so alluring, and irresistibly passionate.
I cannot fathom the blandness of sanity.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 4:12 AM UTC
~ dad said she'd be famous ~
*"...a doctor
or diva
like lena horne,"* he said
he'd been doing odd day jobs
and driving cabs deep into the night
through these mean city streets
since ella's debut
at the apollo
and his smile
grew wider than
jackie o's
reservoir in central park
when this bouncing baby girl
made her grand debut
into his world
the dimples on her
cherub caramel cheeks
were irresistibly pinchable
and those twinkling eyes
knew she'd be spoiled infinitely
like a fruit-fly in a box
of rotten apples
~ reality check ~
....if you look closely
you might still see one dimple;
but the twinkles departed
back in '75
....and the burns
on her fingertips
and blistered lips
....and the bones....
jutting like the bones
of refugees and anorexics
....missing flesh
...and the tracks
on her forearms
and filthy jeans
.....and the eyes....
shifting like the eyes
of senators and thieves
....telling lies
.....and the rotting corpse
in a black garbage bag
in fresh kills
multiple choices removed
from the doctor
and diva of daddy's dreams
hijacked by dream-killers:
*smack
crack
and addiction*
~ P (Pablo)
(8/1/2013)
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
Whiskey kissed lips
a forever favorite.
Though love is not
an attainable goal,
I will let the lips,
stained with liquor,
whisper vacantly
the beautiful things
that please my heart.
Time will tell of a love,
so tragic,
between the two souls,
that should have never
intertwined.
But for now let us sink,
back into that warm place of security.
Fiery passion may not last in love.
But the whiskey kissed lips,
make this foreshadowed tragedy,
sound irresistibly sweet.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
whispers the stubbly face of the old grandpa,
or I'll blow fierce little airs all over your rigidly
pretending-to-be-asleeping cute little facey,
then tickle your kissable little
lips
and make farty noises
for the rest of the day
she, irresistibly, bursts out laughing
like the roaring lioness she be,
whose cubs might be threatened,
and laughingly squeals, oh poppy!
it's all your fault, you grumpy old poet,
you made me put the *** in my
peej's!
and how his son,
the father,
on permanent overwatch,
growls below annoyingly,
"great,
now we'll be late,"
and
threatens to tell the
attractive single second grade teacher,
upon whom
he has a semi-secret crushing,
to which
we two devils scream out,
"oh please, oh please"
knowing she will find it quite
charming, and maybe even him,
tooing,
the single attractive father-man
who, could be ripe for a
twoing
><
and poppy twinkles,
thinking that no
matter what you
call it,
that thing,
is all-around and
in~between us while
he changes the young lady's
sheeting
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 2:31 PM UTC
When the sun sets, flecking clouds with diaphanous light and birds whistle daytime’s last summer psalms, we call it night.
We’re moonbathing and Sunny’s features are inlaid with glamorous silver-blue patines. We’ll reawaken soon, our time is measured in assignments, not in hours, days or even seasons.
Responsibility is a villain of our own devices. You can run from it, bolt your door against it, only to find it’s right there - in back of you - smiling like a tiger or a parent.
Unfortunately, the university isn’t a hotel. It’s more of a competition, like those survivor shows.
We’ll enjoy the moonlight, for a few, laconic moments, for it seems to possess a sweet power to cool and calm, but soon our purposes will call, irresistibly, and we’ll return to the performance.
Sep 21, 2022
Sep 21, 2022 at 2:40 PM UTC
His words were delicately dipped in rationality.
Each lie was well thought out,
perfectly imitating the definition of truth.
Reassuring promises slipped from his lips,
like steaming cheese from a slice of pizza.
I was nearly tempted to take a small bite,
knowing the irresistibly of his delicious concoction
would lead to my devouring of the rest
and an eternal heartburn.
But logic protected me from his lies
like a hood shelters a head from shattering raindrops and forceful winds
that can easily cause a mind set in stone to weather and crumble.
His eyes traced the angles of my face,
searching to see if I had bought his false advertisements.
And what he discovered was that I had not;
I was not too blind to see the Pinocchio in front of me.
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 5:39 PM UTC
Like a black hole, you **** me in.
My curiosity pulls me leads me, just to find out where i might end up.
Even though i will regret it, i can't help hoping you will take me somewhere i've been hoping for.
My nine lives are running thin, so tell me why i still jump from my highest peak?
The ones I love warn me to steer clear,
but there is something irresistibly charming about you,
whispering in my ear to throw myself into unpredictable nothing-ness
Almost implying my life will feel incomplete if i don't take this chance
Something always brings me back to you,
it never takes to long.
No matter what i say or do,
Your vacuum stills makes its way back into my universe.
Set me free, leave me be.
I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
You hold me without touch
You keep me without chains.
This blackhole will be the death of me.
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 12:10 PM UTC
Soft sweet meadow
radiating its breath of life;
sounding its serenity
in echoes of the mind's eye
Living in this flat land
lay plush
in wild, multicolored-flowery-pockets in greenery
blankets "Sweet Meadow" with fresh quickened
fragrance
And by our bedroom window
with a summer night's soft evening breeze
mellow cheeeping can be heard from way way down below
seemingly luring us to...
.. "OPEN WIDER THE WINDOW...
...AND LISTEN!!
Chant dear chorus
as violinist in "Cricket Suits"
join this cantor
that swings with rhythm
with wheezing sounding bugs, AH HUMMING!!
and an intermission of
Cha Cheep, Cha Cheep
that breaks the nocturnal entomological singing
with ephemeral intermissions
Be bewitched by brillance as
tunes fly and z i n g
their little
whistle
songs so sweet a talent
unseen
little bugs sweetly sing
their little
tale of talent
in "Soft Sweet Meadow"
Comforted by vibrating frequencies
the air is electrical clasping
our good-inner child
as this meadow
unfolds its truth
being beneficial
to us all
We journey not too far
for this field draws us
to its delightful *****
We irresistibly suckle on its daytime scenic eye-filling foliage
later eliciting dreams made of peaceful slumber
Cha Cheep, Cha Cheep and good night...
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
You tell me you're empty
And I know you want my sympathies
My acknowledgement of the problem
But all I can give you is the gawking gaze
Of a child on his first trip to the zoo
Leaving smudges on the snake tank as he tries to fathom
How something could be so alien and smooth and powerful.
You tell me you're empty
And all I can think is
That I have not a moment of my life to compare that to-
A day without suffering, without pain or danger,
Without that or joy so intense it tips right back over into treachery
I have no memory of any such day
To draw from for empathy.
I stand and stare at you
Empty you
And I know your sadness should be respected
And I know I shouldn't wonder so perversely
What it must feel like
Not to feel
But I can't help it
I feel like I'm standing on the other side of glass
Staring into the beady eyes of a boa constrictor
Wondering irresistibly
What its embrace must feel like for the mice it devours.
I know you are suffocating
But I
Am drowning
And I wonder
What empty feels like.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
It started with a hint upon the air,
the telltale heaviness of anticipation.
A few brave drops fall,
testing their reception on this earth.
Then the drops fall in earnest,
surging down on she who is uncloaked,
embracing the coolness on her skin,
each drop a sweet lingering kiss.
The thunder roars, both terrifying and exhilarating.
The lighting flashes, the wind picks up,
tangling her hair with earnest.
Yet still she stands, embolden by the chaos,
finding peace and comfort in it all.
Your love is a summer storm,
earth-shattering,
deafening,
irresistibly beautiful.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
After all the work of forming sprouts,
Calling out all forms of leaves,
Beckoning grasses, inert, unseen,
HE turned browns to golds and greens.
After awakening from restful sleep
The slumbering, snoring bears,
The fidgeting squirrels,
The ball-coiled snakes;
After HE irresistibly wooed to life,
Fish, Fur, and Fowl,
Gave orders of procreation,
Set ardor in the *******
Of all living things,
To make them spawn and breed,
To make them stomp and howl,
Under the teeming blue of oceans,
Upon the verdant plains of grass,
Beneath the sun that holds us fast,
Fecundity blooming where HE passed,
After the world was teeming and alive,
HE left humans asking questions,
And a Serpent asking on the sly,
"Perhaps it's just another lesson?"
Suggested truth beyond the Truth might lie.
And she, Pandora's Mother, Mother of all men
Considered loss of innocence the price of "Why?"
And death a mystery to share with Man.
So Winter came upon the world,
So Death declared its right to win,
And Living Things upon the earth,
Discovered cold and death and sin.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
Honeysuckles blooming
In the harsh summer heat
Luring the butterflies near
All eager to eat
Honey-like nectar
An alluringly tender treat
I wonder if those lips will taste
As irresistibly sweet
Vines creeping and trailing
Covering me from head to toe
lacing into the divets of my skin
Choking me slow
A beading drop of honey
Gliding gently on my tongue
Soft fragrance lingers
All from when we were young
He is entangled in my soul
Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 10:27 AM UTC
I found her
irresistibly adorable
she made me smile
like a child
at a carnival
biting into a cloud
of cotton candy
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
We don’t need swaying palm trees and cicadas,
Not to feel as if we have stepped into paradise,
Cradled in the still, warm shadow of devotion,
We are soothingly bathed in love’s sweet heat.
Emotion surges within, rising, an upwelling,
Breaking with the speed of a tropical storm,
We are saturated with loving, wholly drenched,
The feeling; as water offered to a parched soul.
With burning words we urge our worlds to merge,
Unexpected blending during the summer of our lives,
Forging an alloy of free-flowing emotion, so powerful,
So intense, we are captured by its undeniable allure.
We don’t ever need to speak of our love aloud: no,
Finding our affirmation in the sighs between lines,
The liquid longing whispered into stories that we build,
Mirroring our deep desires, hopes and needs fulfilled.
From heady dreams, creating our own sweet heat,
Exploring unconditional passion, trembling, complete,
On cold, starry nights, embracing, sated, warm, alive,
Our coalescing, enraptured spirits, breathlessly writhe.
Across the challenging separation of distant night,
Languishing on the cusp of sleep, edging dreams,
Images rise, silken gossamer threads of thought,
Brushing against latent desires, calling, calling.
Irresistibly drawn together, ah, sharing the dream,
Thrumming pulses racing as we gently caress,
Languorous kisses, hot, sweet and hungry, we love,
Sleep entwined in moonlight, streaming from above.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
There was a girl that I loved,
so unconditionally.
She was as bright as a new day
bleeding through the blinds.
To my ear she was the spring flow
of a forest’s creek.
To my eyes she was a mountain’s meadowside
speckled with flowers, Alpine.
She skipped through the caverns of my mind,
She was dug deep inside.
Like shadows dancing on the wall,
I envisioned our shadows intertwined together,
slowed to a crawl.
Irresistible.
To draw myself closer to,
step by step I wandered near.
The glow of her smile; Divine.
Like the light of a higher
power empowered her.
To not draw myself closer,
I’d have been a coward.
My thoughts ran amuck,
yet in the muck
is where they flowered
like a lotus;
dreaming beautifully, yet only fantasy.
No I didn’t stop to notice.
To really look clearly.
To see that she,
didn’t feel the same for me.
I was too lost in love,
Irresistibly,
With a girl that I loved,
so unconditionally.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
Once I caught a shooting star...
Yet, I found it far too heavy to hold...
Soonish, I lost its grip,
quickly I watched it slip...
ashamed, not one soul I told...
So, now these days, high's come in waves...
colorful rememories, from those sweet times of old...
Still, if I could; I would rewind back time and tame it as mine...
Maybe it just might have reversed this black hole...
But, as I now know:
as it is -irresistibly hard-
to not try to catch a shooting star...
Perhaps, it's easier just to let it go...
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
My mind swims with thoughts of you.
Bright light chase behind to magnify a vision of loveliness.
Bless with a coke bottle figure, dimple and a voice that angels envy, she’s irresistibly hot
Caught in the madness I scream, “Outstanding she’s the one.”
Corny lines drip from loose lips.
How many times will I look and ponder as she leisurely walks by?
I paint the sky blue not because it my favorite color but it represent my pain, as useless words continue to ooze.
Lead pencil break, I do too.
I sharpen to be near her.
Liking her style I move in closer and smile.
Her eyes twinkle.
I’ve figure it out, caterpillars, cocoons then butterflies.
In a field of flowers we’re meant to entwine.
-McArthur Hunt Jr.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
somewhere out there is the town of people who’ve left me,
the town turned to city turned to clouds in the sea.
like a race you are losing watching people pass you by,
like a storm you are sinking while other’s start to fly.
the hole inside grows like a puddle in cold rain,
with deep layers of secrets lined with hot pain.
an agony born from the very first breath,
unaware that it was the first kiss of death.
brick by brick you lay your walls,
intention for protection
but you slowly start to fall.
the snow on the outside melts into fire,
because your frozen fear can’t bury desires.
the desire to be irresistibly loved is true,
to have someone look at you like their whole world is you.
but every day, every night,
lost in blind sight,
you pray to dear god,
‘I’ll do what you say.’
just please oh please spare me this day,
come into my kingdom and block their way,
anything oh anything just for them to stay.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
Through limerence a longing lust lingers,
Beginning by stroking your face with my fingers,
A sensation wells from my ocean as my body swells with more than emotion,
Helpless to my impulse to begin slow smoothing motions,
Across your soft skinned irresistibly gorgeous pert body,
None of you remains untouched apart from the parts the animal in me wants so much,
As smoothing turns to grasping heavy breathing turns to gasping,
Breathing and heaving in unison as I hold you tightly within my clutch.
You whisper softly, longingly your desires of the night,
As our breath becomes heavier we can't control ourselves try as we might,
The rustling of clothes as they become dispensable items,
Only serving to ready us for the sound of skin on skin as the intensity heightens,
Light thuds as clothes fall to the floor,
You moan in a way that lets me know you want more,
In our underwear we hold one another our lips smacking,
Our movements make the bed make sounds of creaking and cracking,
You gasp for air and sigh loudly with delight,
Your body underneath me is the most glorious sight.
My hands can't help move down your sides to that thong you have on,
While they stay on your hips a while as I kiss your stomach I know it won't be on for long,
I slowly slide it down past your thighs,
As I kiss the inside of them we are both on a high,
I move my lips to your lips below your hips,
Taking care to do here what I do there as you begin to flip.
I move my head up slowly to yours as I kiss along the way,
I'm rock hard when I reach you but I stay outside to play,
I slowly move inside you as you feel me throbbing strongly,
As I move in and out my hands don't stop as you start moaning loudly,
The bed it rocks from side to side as if on choppy waves,
The sound of you in ecstasy is what my body craves,
As we reach the top of what we got I leave some of mine in thine,
The afterglow is so bright it's like nocturnal sunshine.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
Green mossy stones coated like
Irresistibly slick velvet carpets.
magnified by smooth sliding crystal water,
The fall away in dizzying cadence to a misty cloud.
This dream is a sweet recurrence. foreboding, inviting and familiar.
Far and away.High above even the clouds the emerald world below seems benign should
fall or launch to infinity.
The high priest in snowy white linen. He holds the golden staff aloft.
yes there is nothing to fear. The gates are open wide for the chosen.
I fear not. He holds his
hands wide and looks skyward. The chant is ancient.
Deliverance is assured to the sacrificial soul. Behold eternal bliss awaits.
Open the gates we are the lamb upon the alter. cannot falter.
The covenant is sealed.
A dollar for your soul. A penny for your thoughts.
Material gain.Delay the pain for instant grats.
Today. Now.
Tomorrow is guaranteed to no man so eat drink and be merry for tomorrow
We fall to the emerald eternity.
Awaken from this dream. No ?
Dream on.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC