"succulently" poems
Firefly a glowing light in the dark
Embodied in the ray of the rainbow
I see your radiance striking beauty
A shadow succulently saccharine
My tears flows to shed your pain and sorrow
Fear hints and hears, questions of why arises
Who bore them, those with haunted hate?
Do they ail with a sore inside their souls?
For they carry a cargo, loaded with misery
Swim afloat, for they love to see you sunk
Smile along, for their ties want you sad
Love along, for they will drown in hate
Come to life firefly, glow in the dark grow
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
What is hoped trickling between
splintered crags of hard matter
as between slabs of sliced I
like water through the desert crust
the beginning-end fusioned whole?
it resplendent through the cracks?
What might be enough
for its time being
might be the first loosening
a knot’s dissolution
beginning
unwrapping light and breath
deep underground
after prying like suffocation
the thing loose, never budged,
still you yanked, pulled,
screamed, spumed, more than
frustration through your fingertips.
For the brain, don’t be fooled,
s’more the psychedelic fruit
than just saying apple computer
the pulpous embryo of imagination
feeding
what seed, sprouting tendrils,
protracts without desire
(but causing desire)
ever outward, growing, clasping,
(hinging on unhinging) meshing
an electric net
and collapsing a shock they say
until the taste of its taste
is so succulently pungent
that after hours of dull mumbling
its projection upon the mirrors
it bursts in puffs of screams
short tense contractions
[image fizzing, over-heating].
Like a cracked computer reading
an animal program: *Alpha Beast
of the Ill-Illusioned*. Or: *Runt Wolf
of Gaia, the Undarwinian Survivor*.
Software ones and zeros digitizing
the command:
Must do the act cannot be done.
Till it breaks. Unimagined.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 8:11 PM UTC
I wish I had a million photos.
Everytime I blinked a snapshot'd flash
The glint of coffee slurp eyes
Perfect pick me up
Six in the morning color
Stinging spicy-sweet skin
Cinnamon spoon smooth
Coughing with a mouthful of the spice
Pugnacious snarl affixed as a precaution
Wicked giggles sneaking out from forced corners
Sinew slim and succulently young
A fresh cocoa berry-burst
Your default is **** and vinegar
So
Is
Mine...
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 12:45 AM UTC
Awaking to the noise of innocent birds
quivering in the shelter of the falling water.
I hear chilly raindrops drumming the surface of the windows,
making the satisfaction of my warm bed one of which even poetic imagery cannot define.
I relax to a heated glass of milk,
in the company of a delicious homemade biscuit.
Tranquilising on the sofa which I pleasantly sink into,
whilst my lover’s gentle eyes make the room even warmer.
The smell of the sizzling bacon,
that is succulently frying in the kitchen,
allows my mouth to water greater than my tummy rumbles.
It was no less than I had expected on a Sunday morning.
As I sink my anticipating teeth into the perfect sandwich,
I briefly appreciate that countless people would lust for this lifestyle,
that I hugely take for granted.
I could pretend that I care. But I don’t.
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 7:32 AM UTC
You are like Spring rain
Soaking through my skin
Pervading my thoughts
Infusing my mind
With the sweet, damp smell of
Sodden earth
And
S e x
My body drenched
Submerged in ardent craving
Nectar
D
r
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p
p
i
n
g
From open petals
Succulently
Drowning in the downpour
Flooding every cell
With the wantonness
Of budding life
Growing in fervour
In your thunderstorm
The desert of my being
Succumbs to this mirage
And a need
For
Your
R a i n .......
(C) Pixievic
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
i am rare arrogance brilliantly
caked in sinuous batter inexorably fluid taught
grime, as the invited breath of salt pillars in my
nostrils. like god, like christ's woefully placarded
woody drizzled body the autumn is also every sign
of poesy and the imminent closure of flaming stodgy
existence
his season is waiting at the fore. ready to mass swiftly
white exuberance snowly at the behest of gray freckled heavens
long and talking paleness, in tiniest majority, flakes
flakes abounding footing the asphalt gardens and the naked
arbor flesh by the lakes. by the lakes
says some trees, "we are and justly so shall be, for a time longer than
thou who are more temporary than we. like grass, wither succulently
afore the mounding **** of time; eroding assuredly thy pink
sack of viscous organisms in unnoticeable obvious certainty."
and they said so, the trees, they said life
and i said
i said "axe"
Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 10:59 AM UTC
it is with with opulence i glitter
in this shell
only for you to split open
)
swallow(
spl it me () in two
******* and hot sauce burning
i will slither down
your throat
glistening
slinky smiling
succulently as you find my pearl
insides.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
a perhaps summer wilt with hands maybe
like cups or bowls o' laughter running over
what drizzles o'er the numerous human
stuff by a pondsome quick pretty water
glittering succulently its most cool grasp
o'er her body from it gallops the crescents
of her lush formidable query i tousle
with my tongue like last winter i was
walking in a garden when the frost
stung my nose real hard and i was
just almost inside when i noticed how
absolutely demure the snow was
clutching the soil it like a lover it from
whom it nay would release except for
that same afternoon it rained and
all was unfrozen and loved no more
the snow the soil like this terrific
droplet of her skinny strength stabbed
with youth and running out her wounds
the ablest *** dances rushing on sturdy
limbs to snare over the cuirass of flickering
electronic flesh (my chest) and drape
supreme fair fairy dust inside each
nostril and straight to my dithering acute
brain and tingles abruptly her
belated fingers unday brushing the eaves
of cobalt with purple frilling the
edges and we repose in the cracked
bucket leather seats of my drab yellow
volvo and
and
and
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 3:28 PM UTC
Cherries taste succulently sweet,
wet with morning mist
Beckoning boys in summer's heat,
hoping they’ll be picked
Cherries gleam ripe ruby red,
when growing wild and free
Dreaming to whom they will be fed,
a cherry’s jubilee.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 6:14 PM UTC
With what pleasure I have begun to deduce
The true romance of the world!
Here, in your hand,
I have found solace and a world of comfort.
Gone are the days of toiling in vain,
Waiting for a sweet saviour to arise.
Though I have come suddenly today
Upon the realization that salvation
Is not a flame found in others for ourselves;
But an ice
That freezes so succulently in your core
Once you have allowed yourself to be healed
By the forgiving hand of he who you love
And more importantly,
The hand of your own affairs.
And so I give you thanks
For leading me into a life of joy and bliss
While subsequently rescuing me
From my own worrisome and often bitter outlook.
For I did not look to you to be saved,
I only look to you today
To alight the loving fire in me
I sometimes find easy to forget.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
This feeling
Seeming so novice to me
And yet not truly, noticing the triggered nostalgia
I haven’t felt this in some time
The list of telltale signs
I remember
As distinctly as one recognizes wine
Harvested from fine red vines
Oh so succulently divine
mind starts to race with intel gathered by the eyes
already plotting a million ways to make you mine
But how could “Love”…
a word so heavy in weight
A word heavy enough
to scare the boldest warrior straight
An emotion experience had brought me to hate
Be the one powerful enough to recreate?
Who could relate?
but now Wisdom sits clearly before me and screams
“Letting go of love?
No no no!
Don’t you see son of Adam?
love is the lifeboat
The foam that displaces the perpetual sea of mediocrity
And keeps you all afloat
your heads above water and hearts above the clouds”
I see now friend
My approach had been so terribly fowl
Hunting for love as a hunter on the prowl
Charging at her with a gun and a growl
And eventually leaving disappointed
Much like Elmer Fudd with the heavy scowl
I see now friend
Art is such divine beauty
And I see that Love itself is art in it's purest form
Because art isn't about survival
But rather transcendence
Rising above and being more
So yes
Let the telltale signs lead me
Let the vines tugging at my heart pull on
For no longer will I hide from love
No longer will I cower away a subservient slave from a cruel and painful master
I tread forward with hands in outstretched fashion
eager to hold and embrace passion
Eager to take while giving back in expansion
Eager to share my life in a squalor or a mansion
Eager to teach and never to sanction
Eager to engage in all the same actions
Eager to easily transcend attraction
To the point where my “other half” isn’t just another fraction
Eager to forego all other distractions
Because only in you can i find true satisfaction
Treading forward; carefully but surely...
Eager to see my head above water
And my heart, far above the clouds
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
The path becomes clear but as it comes more into focus I see myself fighting a refugee of time, watch me as I come as close as I can to the forces that enjoying winking at me, hello beautiful one come on in and have yourself a pleasant time with us for we have brought with us many teary eyed moments that will collapse around themselves, succulently sufficient are the words that are being pulled from my mouth, I am no longer in control of this oblivious carnival, how do I begin to escape without unleashing more madness, the hollowed space which beckons me to stay I can not avoid for to long.
Step one, walk slowly into the shadows of love.
Step two, find your way through the unforgiving stares of blame.
Step three, release the mercy which you seek for yourself.
There is now enough time to run with no consequence but always be aware of the ones unseen, you know whom I speak of.
Following the steps provide will only lead you to the door that begs for your attention, will you reach out to open it or will you stand by its coldness, the choice however is not yours, hold close to your purity as I shove you into the blackened of separation, did I not tell you to be cautious, again your comprehension is short lived, I must now take full advantage of your missed opportunity to choose the light, the monster inside you has awoken, your ignorance of the purpose will now shift to a blind preparation that unfortunately for you comes to a halt.
The trusted of beauty has vanished.
The honorable souls are reclaimed as my own, they cannot be taken from me again, my army grows and grows therefore I offer you many thanks, you have provided me great assistance, and just imagine this, you never even knew what you were doing, deception of happiness was my only source to be the conqueror of what is called insanity by humanity, such an astonishing creation wouldn't you agree, the laughter becomes deafening.
I am ready to leave now.
Written By: Christopher M. Schultz
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
Thank you for being
For when I am not myself
You are seeing still
Moon is heavy yet
We refuse to make it burden
Let this amplify the mana
For our absurd siblings
How I feel their orbital breath
Channeling through my essence now
Let this trance bless the counsel
Imparted by frequency
Where particles partake
In life’s tickling mystery so fickle
It mimics then trickles its way into
The facets of my heart
Each petal’s flesh-like sinew
Tests metal mandala I see in you
As in me
Starts stretching in life’s furnace
An unfolding silent scarlet mystery
Etches in then lights ablaze
Fetch mine eye from the labyrinth haze
Of what has come before
What has gnawed
Clawed my poor ego torn
As a thorn borne to bleed
So you may see life’s inflictions
That peel my skin bare
And what orange poison lies therein
Then speaking your truth
A leech succulently healing
Cleansing what may have been
Stealing my life energy
Through the fragile synergy of our senses
A tactile tight rope we have taken
To balance the stakes of gender
My beautiful sister
I see the scars
Where that labic contusion reveals
The tapestry of the stars within your soul
Between four corners
I, crowned coroner of what was
Witness what lies beneath
One constellation
I marvel at a time;
A kaleidoscopic offering
Chiming omniversal mind
With each galactic sermon
Characters carved humbler
As the vesicular rumble
Stirs in chamber
We raise it
To the highest place where
We have become untouchable
Let us stay here a while
Breathing
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
Thirsty, I have no **** or hoof
a small tree over a shimmering spring
the oasis
I succulently devour the water
every drop
a sensual desire for life
it quenches my body and soul
the water is your voice
softly falling on my ears
like a waterfall
cascading vibrations over the sadness
you never have to worry
you see?
I will always need water
only the camel will die
you are the pearl
that will live forever
in my memory
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 5:37 AM UTC
On the surface, bouncing, skimming stones
Where tails of Mermaids, splashed, in myriad tones
Beneath, where lay the drifting bones
Of the locker, of the fabled Davy Jones
Lured by the Sirens, succulently seductive, drones
Now lie beside, Poseidon's gilded, hallowed throne
by Jemia
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 9:02 PM UTC
Strands of eyebrow cruising
Neatly to the honeycomb's
Bridge of her nose.
Fever of restraint stampeded
Affection creating opening for
Atom of emotion and
Unrestrained flap of love.
When l saw you last,
Succulently tender *******
Arrested my eyes,
Unresistingly pointing
With magnetic elements,
Turning storms, waves and
Nerves over the base of my
brainbox .
And when l see you now,
A glowing radiant stars
Matching towards my
Attractive zone, emerging
From the fringe of cautiously
Pointed ******* and sending
Chilled cold, awakened
Slumbering goose pimples
All over my entity.
When l see you now,
A fluid of love crippling
From axis of eyes beaming
With flashes of thunderous
Lighting heralding ******
of emotion.
When l see you now,
My thought kidnapped
Your beauty distracting
My attention inside the
Grotto of the brethren,
Drawing body, soul and
Spirit apart and far away
From the prayers' cell
And detaining my
Emotion in the custody of
your heart.
As l see you now,
Your beauty caged my
Attention, entombed my
Concentration deceptively,
In the sepulchre of your
beauty.
Closing the doors of my eyes
To exhume the planted seeds
Of concentration, your
Apparition appeared again
And again from the theatre
Of beauty distracting my
Innocent attention, yet.
Akika! Your shining
Peacock-like skin ran
Tears of lust from my
Eyes, provoking my
Spirit to ignite waves
Of passion and
Seducing me with
Soporific mixtures,
Hypnotizing my being,
Away from the
Sanctuary of prayers.
When l see you now,
I heard a lullaby of
Emotion from your
Eyes,
I tasted omelette of
Love made of honey
From your pink lips.
Haba! Are you made from
heavens?
Are you created on earth
for the earth?
Dissecting your buttock
From the romantic attire,
I see acme of love emitting
Vapour of attraction from
A nicely curved hips,
Majestically sitting below the
Avenue of your waist,
Spitting sensation of
Lustful feelings with flashes
Of emotion, encamped my love
In the basement of your heart.
Holy Spirit! Take me away from
the temptation of this
daughter of Eve.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 7:23 AM UTC
EACH TO THE OTHER ARE
LADY frown not
at this absence
of the sun
that hath so far
shone down
on everything
we've done.
For we are all
the sun we need.
See! I shine on you!
You...you shine on me!
Nay...weep not this
mere absence
of a sun
for we
a star
each to
the other are
& all of summer
& all its glorious loving
ripens succulently
like a glistening berry
in who
we each to the other
...are.
The merest kiss
...a star!
*******
Our first love was made glorious by this sun of Stratford and now our first tentative meeting after that threatens not to be a sunny day!
Alas! But what care I!
I doth love thee
whatever the weather
if thou but
shine on me
shine
on
me.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC