"orated" poems
Watch me as I unwrap... passionate,
In the drench of our rain.....
And night falls...
A silent murmur
Where the heart pauses,
A malachite shadow
Penetrates fire,
Burning
A flame's fierce lick
Beneath pulse...
Somewhere....
His smile touches
Warming the red sea of my heart
Pulsating ripples, spread
Soliloquies upon my skin
Orated in Southern sighs...
Slowly...
Desire engages,
******* hardening
Under tongue's brush;
Moist ripe, swollen folds
Tempt his lips to kiss my yielding
Where breath catches,
And I ... smolder within each touch...
Drenched..
My scent quivers languor,
Rhapsodic,
Drowning pools, orchid petaled
Finger parted... tender;
Under sweet seduction,
Stirring the supple bloom,
Tasting the restless currents
That throb through my milky sea...
Small moans...
Electric blue hangs the air..
Primal lust etching curves,
Tracing dewy flesh,
Heating
Skin on skin,
****** scent….arousing,
Tongue brushed hardness
Between dampened lips...
Hot....
The scorching sear... stigmata
Sin licks along thighs,
Essence, dripping,
S W E E T
Sensory overload,
Breaking my binds...
Feed...
My appetite,
I am.. lashes soft, licking thoughts
No words
No words...
Just....
Feed the need that overwhelms,
Grow inside me,
Fill me once again.......
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC
A princess born in this world,
Cheerful and full of glee,
Dolls and puppets encompassed her,
A rainbow of life it was...
Starting to grow up in haste,
She told, “Dolls are not for me”,
Dreamed of a prince who would come someday,
Forever with her he’d be,
Smiles, laughter in a heap,
Passed springs, those were so full,
Upon the piano notes her heart would leap,
But the prince seemed fast asleep,
She would wait night and day,
Her youth slipping away,
Fragrance flowered in flowers still,
Until one dark day,
Until one dark day,
A messenger told, “Your blood is preyed,
By a monster so hungry,
You can’t run... it’s already too late”,
The prince would break the walls
And free her ... she prayed,
The monster craved to devour her,
It lusted for her prime,
Her father would say “Sorry, angel,
It never was your crime”
He orated at length, a fairytale,
Beside her bed, where, awake was she for long,
Where... nothing could go wrong,
And when he reached halfway through,
He saw his angel’s face,
Covered in a soft smile, adorned in tears,
Fast asleep,
Did the prince come to save her?
She didn’t have the time to hear...
Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 12:41 PM UTC
A charge
in between
our skin
like wire
runs deep,
perspire,
make seem
we're fire.
The group
like lice
that form
my eyes
absorb
the light.
Transform,
make right.
We burn
our houses down
then turn
our eyes to town-
Then run off
into the woods
to blend in.
I know we could.
The kind
of hate
I found
too late
has gone,
escaped.
Evap
orated.
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 8:45 PM UTC
Shrouded in black,
Dear heart departs,
As writing soul flies,
Engraved deep epitaph ,tablets of ancient stone,
Memorial stones morose, sombre in grey with fur of yellow lichen,
Pavements, flagstones,inscribed with memories dear,
Glimpsed in morning, mourning sun, alone,
Words eroded after many years bathing, soaked with maiden angels' tears,
Dried out again with sunshine's kiss,
These words they state,
May we not forget past soul,
Lyrical words lift a song from sad heart,
Screams emotional rescue at times,
Letters of love filled with devotion,
Causes sweet release of emotions,
Words pasted on pages,
Imagination creation,
Words trap interest at first glance, Love in words,
At first sight, perchance,
****** them catch them,
Keep them close in your heart every day,
Fill up life, with words unfurled,
Words in technicolour,
Clouded in blue,
Use of profanity,
Well that's nothing new!
Orated in Shakespeare's play, sung in aria,
Opera adorns ears,
Words used in crosswords or cross words,
Word Play!
Child educated in fine art,
Writing divine,
Such worthy art in need, indeed!
Mouthful of words all arty and farty...bouncy, total joy!
Phraseology,plays intense on a mind, a poet at play,
Livvi Kent 28/04/2013
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
you can't learn intelligence,
you must be born with it,
you can learn from rhetoric
to imitate intelligence on the sly,
but eloquent speeches
are only orated once all the facts
happen, and such eloquence
ought to be used to predict calamities
ever happening, or if happening,
ousting a humbleness and immersion
in being anointed by them happening
for pride's self-worth as a welcome
emotional utilisation (for
a better accumulation of predictable
thought): better than a broom
to sweep old vacant apathetic dust i say;
god, this almost sounds like a self-help
book... got to surd it... gnome (g is a surd
in this e.g.), psychology (p is a surd in this e.g.):
so if other european languages used the latin
alphabet with stressors / diacritical marks,
there's an unspoken surd system in e'ng-galosh.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
well of course i could have given this
planet some great name
in accordance with insomnia
and serotonin changed into caffeine
(let's stick that as a metaphor
and not get carried away) -
but concerning the Planet Mūgagamon̄go,
of course it's a nonsensical name
for a planet, a bit like the planet
PSR B1620-26 b (discovered on May
30th 1993)... but let me tell you this
in that common vein of the English
expression: 'how do you say that,'
i have a stopwatch in my hand...
now i'm listening to how you punctuate
diacritical marks included in the noun -
diacritical punctuation is equivalent to
what's standard scalpel procedure in
colliding syllables for a complete and at
ease elocution - mine might be a bit off too,
given that i haven't orated none of
my poems... keep the silence, don't
fall in love with yourself, orthographic
optics will purge dyslexic apprehensions
of stalling into shame.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
Hope flies out the window fast
Bottom empty no repast,
Moment born of cancers’ child
Status hangs unreconciled
Woe be they who lay it thin
Who stalk these dark nights, plundering.
Woe be they who keep their guard
Abreast, and lo behold, ******
That which causes heart to sing
Despite the hurt imbued within.
Solitary, lonely way
Through this enigmatic day.
When, in truth, potentials lie
Through yonder, bright magenta sky,
Through reams of iridescent verse
Orated daily, unrehearsed,
Bowls of olives, black, in oil
Turkish loaf, foccascia foil
laughing girls in skimpy skirts
Raucous till he belly hurts….
But futile in this state of woe
As bitter bile now sours the show.
Towering in halls of cloud
Mouthing ,hard, jawbone aloud
Struggling to hold intact
Counterpoints to interact,
Damning inconsistencies,
Weak deniability’s
Betrayal slides In cuts of time
Agonising back teeth grind
Quivering in searing pain
Every good, undone again.
Stalking hard to places thin
Solitude… eviscerating,
Emptiness imbues the light
Shatters soul in shoals of fright,
Delve hopelessly to hopeless ways
Scream as light refracts in waves,
Wallowing to places thin
Wavering to lost within.
Weakness in the cold half light
Shattered prospects drenched in fright,
Rabid eyes withdrawn in face
Incarcerate hot hatred’s trace.
Better now in light of day
Sunshine beaming in to play,
***** count resumes its gain
Flocculant reduces pain
Shame slides in the door ajar
Embarrasment impinged afar.
Amazing how a cup of tea
Resurects the life in me.
M.
14 April 2019
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC