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Jesse stillwater Sep 2018
The belated summer sky is alive
with a  D r a g o n f l y ballet

Beneath,.. the rain parched sod
lay sullied, cracked open
by an unsated thirstiness
awaiting the painted autumn days
and the cleansing rain's renewal

A lace-winged hatch rises skyward
— meandering  airborne —
drifting upwards like a burst of dust
dissipating in an invisible cloud
of eventide's silent breath

Darting shadows hover
above a seeker's curiosity
    just this side the  
softening sunset backdrop

A synthesis of fluid motion
  – darting kinesis –
    swift agile fliers
steal away over the thirsty pond;
their mesmerizing beauty enchants
as the dimming dusk falls silent —-
embellishing the unrelenting ending
   another summer's
 imminent curtain call;

reminding how inexorable-time
is only a contrived human notion,
a recurring extrapolation
  of passing  seasons

Heightening awareness:
how we too are only
passing through these
unholdable moments
   coming to know
    we cannot stop
   how life unfolds

The raindrops will quench
the pond's aching thirst
again one fall someday...

  — hereafter —
there will be another
beauty of dragonflies
some other eyes will see
preying on another burgeoning
gossamer-winged hatch

          and
another beckoning autumn
when the dragonflies hover
below the gazing totems
     in the treetops


Jesse Stillwater ... September 2018                                                 .
Notes: Dragonflies can fly at 100 body-lengths per second, and three lengths per second backwards.[20] Wiki   Fossils of very large dragonfly ancestors in the Protodonata are found from 325 million years ago (Mya) in Upper Carboniferous rocks; these had wingspans up to about 750 mm (30 in). There are about 3000 extant species.

Unholdable moments touched out here adrift —

Thanks for reading !
nja Jan 2019
Filing errands makes you drowsy and nautious.
The tube dampens your senses.
The highrises make you feel down.
Your values are re-prioritised.
You become the binmen’s *****,
but all is not charred.
You have the chance to remember before,
and you grasp redemption as sand now sifts through your fingertips.
The stars awaken the you beneath the superficial.
The water nourishes your ignored thirstiness for passion.
Written while spending time in Mexico. I had just finished my first term of university and despite all the fun I had had, I was depressed. Away from evweything, Mexico gave me the chance to work on myself and recover.
Standing by a shallow river, facing a haunted moon
We planted our feet firmly, into nothingness
While drinking dew from a sideways tune
To quench our thirstiness

We were born together, as the wings of a bird
To shake the sky and yet here we stand
Our feet firmly planted in nothing but words
A woman and a man

One short step and we could both fly these wings
Across this shallow river we stand by
Instead of drinking dew from this tune we sing
While the haunted moon sits and cries

There is a song of birds we hold inside us two
Born as part of these wings we share
Yet we cannot sing or fly in this nothingness dew
Falling sideways into our air

We were born together, as the wings of a bird
I wait for you to lead me to our sky
Unplant my feet from these nothingness words
From this shallow river, I wish to fly
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Deovrat Sharma Apr 2018
...
walking
in the scorching
heat of mid summer
with torn shoes
in cracks bearing feet
he was feeling
acute thirstiness
~~~
struggling
to cover his
deprived stained face
with dilapidated wrapper
a profound smile
spread on his
anhydrous lips...
~~~
having
the glimpse
of the bunches
of dense shadowy  trees
on the bank
of a perennial
stream
~~~
pushing  
or just crawling
under the
shadow of trees  
he dragged
himself nearer
to the river
~~~
splashing water
drenched quest
half closed eyes  
mortal, aliv, relaxed
eternally blessed
in the lap of
mother nature

...
(c)  deovrat- 21.04.2018
A Simillacrum Apr 2018
Push me back
Tell me to rest
Kiss my eyes
Rake my *******

Remove the barriers
Between your skin and mine
Tear the cotton if you must
Stretch the elastic
Til it snaps in two
If that is
What you're compelled to do
Get me naked
Be my dirt
Absorb my roots
Be the secret earth
The only comfortable bed
Moan into my clavicle
Control my head

Lick my ribs
Intercostals
Hold my hips
Give me chokes

Give your grip the weight of feathers
Assure me you're in this for me for the moment at least
Give your time like time has ceased
Secure in chains my memories my ghosts
Put your heart into my pleasure

Take my parts
Inside your mouth
Comb my holiness
Use your holy breath
Relax the nervous squeeze
Devout make me believe
With your art
Summon the whimper shouts
Up from my depths
With one goal
One intent
Offer your thirstiness
Drink of my sins
Prove wrong
My internalized
Shame of my ***

I shall be
Your humble slave
For my life
Long sentence

In this dry
Biting tundra
Burning sea
Endless sand
Chris Bee Apr 2018
thirstiness
lost appetite
nausea
vomiting
diarrhea
lethargy
coma
cardiac arrest


Hmmm...

Sounds better than the alternative

Doesn't it?
Ryan Joseph Apr 2019
What will become of our Society?
Poor people die in hunger and thirstiness,
Corruption, Rally, Political Issues, etc. are always there,
Our world is full of miseries and nightmare.

Our world in its 21st century is quickly-evolving,
High-precise technologies, lots of concrete, improved skywalks and tall buildings,
But homeless people are dying of hunger,
They famished already yet government just don't care.

Poor people received hunger, diseases, illnesses and unforgivable yet unacceptable deaths of every year,
But we don't know what others there might can't bear,
Of what this country-- the world government gave,
Improper allocation of resources, corruption, unequal distribution of income that we can't evade.

Wishing yet continuously suffering,
Of this kind of nightmare we are having,
But hoping someday this will be cured,
So none of the poor people will suffer anymore.
#justice
#heartlessgovernment
Albert Chokoe Nov 2018
Let the eyes be clean as a whistle
See beyond and
Feed the mind, the wisdom of Solomon and
Quench the thirstiness, riches of the world
Wish your thought, luck of the Irish
Pursue the quest
Leave no stone unturned and
Let the wallet smile the notes
For thy success in disguise
Deovrat Sharma May 2018
...
it was
the beginning
of hot and humid summer
the sun was pouring
its rays on earth
like fire
~
dense
dark   grayish  
and black    clouds
Running here and there
his thin body seems to
collapse because of
hot and   humid
weather
~
he was
feeling thirstiness
of the ocean but scarcity
for a single drop of water
glimmer of intermittently
flash  light in the sky
with heart shattering
thunder
~
all of a sudden
he sense the intense rain
with guts of  cold breeze
mixed with shower
looking up to sky
he open mouth
for downpour
water
with  feelings to
have blessings of heaven
in the form
of nectar

...
(c) deovrat - 03.05.2018
Travis Green Feb 2022
He careened my dimension
Had me inebriated on Grey Goose and Hennessy
He commanded my limbs
Had me in a tight spot
As he stole my heart
Chiseled his deepest
And amorous fantasies on my chest
Emblazoned enchantment on my ***

His love was strongly enthralling
Super stimulating and contagious
His straightness riveted me
Such a manly, luscious gaze
Sensual sexiness
He shifted my system
Calibrated my intelligence with his
As he took me down to his country town
Gave me a straight up dope ****
Took over my mind and body
Swathed me in his scrumptious chocolate enchantment

He was flowing poetic bliss that weaved my body
His sea of ecstasy swept through me effortlessly
He absorbed my gorgeousness
He gave me the hottest *** session
As I watched him conquer me
He was so lost in my world
He couldn’t stop ******* me
He feminized my frame

He had me screaming vicious vowels
With my hands fused to his dreadlocks
He had me constrained in his chamber of intenseness
My thirstiness for him escalated even more
As I wanted to be wrapped around
His milky hot chocolate body for eternity
To feel my temperature emerging
To be in unanimity with his nation
leechyna Feb 2022
I want to go greet my grandma
With her grandkids on my shoulder
One walking like a ninja
With a basket full of my grandma's liquor
Old is gold
Gold whisky would **** the thirstiness she has

Too bad
I fear being asked when I'll marry🥲😮‍💨😮‍💨
Safana Nov 2020
thirstiness, like I was...
in every flying day
and midnight, I can
lay eyes on no one but
an apple, a red apple
betwixt upper and
a lower lips and,
incisors from upper
and lower jaw assaying
to make one bite

— The End —