"venusian" poems
my pretty darling,
aphrodite's beloved,
i will love you when slumber calls for my name
i will love you when the tangerine sun rises in the day
in-between minutes,
the fissures in seconds,
i love you in those intervals
Jun 16, 2022
Jun 16, 2022 at 8:18 AM UTC
floating like the planets
our mouths twitch and our teeth
shine like venus
the love goddess hangs alone in space
light screams in the skies
end this venusian nightmare
and we admire the beauty of her desperate plea
marveling at how bright she is
brighter than our smartphones and
the dim reflection of the limelight in our eyes
our own citrus dreams tangy
with the kisses born in tearducts
and lit up by the cries of venus
please
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
Venus on our mountain top
Shutting down your silly game!
Mars, you'd better STOP!
For VENUS is the FAME!
WE'VE GOT IT!
Yeah, baby, we got it...
We are Venus... we are fire...
For Mars desire...
**Quit your loud hollerin'...
This here is MARS!
No fakin'... just mucsles flexin'
We've got battle scars...
WE'VE GOT IT!
Yeah... and we'll flaunt it!
We're from Mars...
Don't come to mock
In your Venusian frocks...**
HA!! Don't you accuse!
You're jealous of our muse!
What is your excuse...
You know you're gonna LOSE!!
'Cause we got it!
Yeah, baby... we got it!
We're from Venus. ..
You can't beat us...
You cannot read us...
Yeah... We're your Venus
We are freed... your dire need! !
**WHAT?!! You talkin' to me?!!
I'm not green with jealousy
All just petty lunacy
To a ridiculous degree..
You don't have it!
Honey you never got it!
We're your Martians
Your only direction
In this contention!**
Why do we fuss and fight?
It just ain't right!
We're each other's light
Against the night...
**We need to shed the armor
Because we need each other
Time shouldn't matter...
WE GOT UNTIL FOREVER! !!**
*WE GOT IT! !!
Yeah baby we got it!
Venus/Mars... they both are ours
WE LOVE IT! !!!*
SoulSurvivor
Rhymesmith
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
what do you hide in
those claws, other than ice
water? it falls like a gong
until it crashes into me, and then
the warmth hugs it, and then
the molecules move so fast they need
milk of the poppy to release any
energy at all. when you told
me your rapids join an underground
river, and that i am the nile
hugging delta silt, i felt like a
sunrise, like a capillary, like a
sphere of light dissolving the boundaries
of our bodies. i want to follow
you like the nymphs of Hekate,
i want to breathe your torch because all
my faith is inside it. i want to gently
pull your son out of my horned womb,
under an old pinus halapensis
on the foothills of mouth olympus.
i want to fiercely hold you
like waves of the aegean
under a full aries moon, sky
clad with our soles half in water, half
in ancient rock fragments, the ivy
a filigree binding our wrists,
our soul merging into infinity and
then surging forever, like the
endless forest fires on the arid
and rocky venusian shores.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 4:54 AM UTC
FRENCH KISSING ON VENUS(A little nonsense )
Just coming to life.
Was up til three.
Playing silly sods.
Hopped into my baby son's spaceship.
Found myself on Venus.
Don't know how I got there.
Maybe I was seeking love.
Venus has a purpose, in matters of such trivia.
In the silly world of love.
Met a few Venusian chaps.
Funny things they were.
Their hands were wandering everywhere.
Too many of them you know.
Far too many hands that is.
One went in for a French kiss.
Guys from Venus like to kiss.
His tongue was very very long, with it my tonsils tickled.
Irksome tongue, it made me choke.
Ipso facto, that mega tongue, made me rather sick.
That rampant guy from Venus, well he ripped of all my clothes.
Used them as a hand kerchief, on which he wiped his runny nose.
Somehow.
Method as yet unknown.
Landed outside my front door.
What a shock that was.
For my poor unfortunate neighbours.
Who saw all my naked bits.
A weird situation, created by a kiss.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 5:05 AM UTC
She arches her back on the yoga mat,
channelling Durdle Door.
In full-length breath
and composed hypertension,
she remains unmoved
as the world about her
suffers to mass
and the moving ocean floor.
Well-versed in the effects of cold air
and rhythmic bombardment,
she has learned a stillness
to rival the effects of pink wine
on her nerves
and her taste for cigarettes.
My sweet Venusian,
despite physical prowess,
cannot sustain her poses
against time and internalised illness.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
Where do good ideas come from?
They shrivel away from the hypnotizing light of a virtual socialite
They grow toward the sun out above the clouds
Ever-present from birth to death,
They're the latest permutations of the same explosion that started that
Fusion core up there running
Running without stopping for a billion years
Fueling the experiments of life that consciousness spontaneously manifested
Across the planets
Each a test of a different vibrational frequency
Incompatible with one another but coexistent
Mercury's barren silver mines
And the Venusian valleys
And the regal red sands of Mars
And Jupiter's infinite wisdom and so forth to the edge of the Oort Cloud
And the green and blue ecology of earth, the waterworld
Where the entire drama we've seen so far has been carried out
The audience has grown in appetite
And doesn't always see that it too is the performance
But the unwilling blindness is all part of the sublime suspense of this subcosmic game
The planetary curiosity,
Can we make it? Would it matter?
We'll never truly die when we forget time
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC
How do I get through to you.
and explain to you,
when you speak Martian
and I speak Venusian?
It's so difficult for me to transliterate
b/c there are no words that translate
directly.....
At least not effectively...
Lest we resort to sign language
and middle fingers never make anything better.
So what do we do?
...Nothing.
Just sit around with an air of misunderstanding.
We missed the point
and we missed understanding...
And then you wonder why my eyes
are glassier than they should be...
and then you ridicule me..
but in Martian that means you don't comprehend
which in Venusian that doesn't translate right.
But, "I love you", does.
And, "I need you", does...
Why don't you just say that?
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC
what is a goddess; primordial time
turning; unburied alive & pregnant,
fiction; looking French & speaking
Spanish; what does a goddess look
like before she's looked at; there is
ur keyhole mystery, u the Venusian,
a homosexual; Etruscan priestesses;
Theravada Buddhism defines arhat
as one who has gained insight into
the true nature of existence & has
achieved nirvana; in Buddhism &
Jainism someone who has attained
the goal of the religious life; from
the Sanskrit, literally ‘meritorious’
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
in days of old
when knights were bold
returning battle-weary wounded
would be taken to temples
where priestesses
noble ******
dressed their wounds
with salves and medicinal herbs
to heal
and perform voluptuously ****** acts
for love and pleasure
a fevered joining
in the realm of the senses
spirit with flesh
in Venusian worship
devotion to sacred desires
courtesans of divinity
sacred hearts
with eager wet mouths
and
oh so willing open sacred *****
women of the highest character
once consecrated ladies
sadly lost to us
like arcane holy waters
that gave spiritual blow jobs
to wash away the pain
now in history's dust bin
of ***** dreams
sad vaginas and *****
desolated cups and ******
things get worse with time
in our Victorian phantasm
of serial monogamies
and broken heart
trunk music marriages
..........
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC
The congressman from Mars whose many gaffes
Led to his drop in ratings at the poll,
And whose awful decisions marred his role,
Had found his explanation drowned in laughs.
And following his footsteps and his paths
The congressman from Venus bared his soul,
Explained why his career has borne its toll,
By drawing on his skin some stats and graphs.
Because I'm green, the Martian dared to tell
Constituents, that's why I'm hated so!
Because I'm purple, the Venusian cried
Unto an Earth whose races blended well
To shades of black, and who have learned to know
That gaffes behind a color can not hide.
(C)2014, Christos Rigakos
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
You treat me like Aphrodite
Venusian goddess rising
Pearled milky foam
Like clotted cream speckling my dark skin
We tumble 'cross the bedsheets
Hair pooling around me
Tasting each other
Briny saltwater and Earth
Mingling sweat and it-has-been-far-too-long kisses
And I shall never claim another lover
As I have claimed you
And I shall never mount another man
With as much reckless, unbridled
Abandoning as I have you
You treat me like Aphrodite
Shield me from rain
With your oversized coat
Smelling of clean leather and lingering petrichor
You drink from me as if
You were Bacchus
Drunk off my honeyed lips
Like it was fragrant wine
Drink, my love
Drink and be merry
Lay your head on my lap
Let me run my fingers through your
Sunflower-streaked curls
Let me kiss love and loyalty
Into your mouth
Let it be a contract
Love me like Aphrodite
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
₁Peering into my eyes in a darkened room
Your dog curled up, lilliputian,
Quietened behind the wall across from us
Your hands cradle my face as if I am crumbling marble
₅Venusian statue that you've finished carving
Delicacy and care reside in your fingers
I cannot see you, your everything is blurred
You are a frustratingly unfinished masterpiece
You are an out-of-focus black and white Kodak photo
Candid snapshot a girl has taken with her camera phone
Wordless and soundless,
Silent in an equally soundless room
I hear our syncopated breathing,
Softened, pulsing rhythm, cadence of your breath
Fanning across my bottom lip
You open your mouth
A sliver of light from your window
Curtains, diaphanous, like gossamer silk
Flutter in the stream of your quiet fan
You speak
My eyelids flit like moth's wings on a Spring evening
You speak
There's approximately four striations of shades
In your irises,
Flecks of opaque peridot and ochre
God drizzled in spools of honey
Swirled in the colors of crisp autumn leaves and sun-dappled orange
Called it done
I press my face against your cheek
Leave a lasting imprint of you there
Your touch will be ghost-like
I'll feel it on my skin seven months later
“You are so pretty you know that?”
Your eyes split me open
Like a cadaver whose bones were strung
With pearls and fitted with chains
Beauty in the macabre
Beauty in a breakdown
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC
Surround me in circles
venusian halos
You are a sphere for me
take in
take out
while I, buried breath
cower like a dead spider
in a coffin far too large
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
“So soon must I go my love?”
Said I with bold Shakespearean jest
A giggle escaped
From her rosy lips, let suddenly out from her mind’s possessions
With goofy smile and posh accent,
She replied in kind to my intent
“Of course good sire! You will now take your leave”
A flood of mirth and good faith, a shower of genuine joy
Blossomed with liveliness betwixt our figures
Oriented sideways, laying on low-cropped carpet
Our laughing drifted freely in good humorous air
Dying slowly into breaths and smiles, her bountiful hair
Glowed softly in that room
Softening my jagged soul, fixing it with tempered gaze
Though Heaven’s eye and lovely Earth
Quarreled on that day, separated by grey droplets of clumpèd air
In low light, I still retained a clear vision of my love laid before me
In Venusian position, a blush from our previous merriment
Still traveled up her throat and up her cheek
Marking her lovely countenance proudly with color because of me
Those moments are now dead and gone
The ungrateful witch has left me to hang
Solely by my neck
In a noose of my own sorrow, growing tighter and tighter until one day I will break
And I will die and I will suffocate
Under the weight of my body and my baggage
This love was not real! Only a lust dressed up in whore's clothes that shrivels up in the light
Bah! Who cares about wenches these days? The wretches
Merely prowl about the countryside, searching for untested men
Nay, boys
To draw water from, tying them down and breaching their chests
Reaching in and stealing their best
Traits and memories and garments and vex them
Out of their minds and out of their hearts
Out of their homes and out of their children’s arms!
Nay, I say! What, ** Dare you contravene my verity?
That my heart was broken? That much is truth
That I was told, “You are not good enough.”
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 7:38 PM UTC
No nectar's sweet kiss
Venusian lips moist flower
For bumble bee love.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
inside her there's a rumble, not a fire or a tornado
but a rumble that keeps her moving
but its soft and slow and is sometimes mistaken for stillness
but even when she is still I feel the pebbles rolling across the ground
she levitates above is all
but her roots connect thousands of acres
she knows everyone
she feels everyone
she hears everyone
but sometimes she gets lost in her own rumble and cannot hear herself
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 1:48 AM UTC
her eyes look so deeply into mine, I can feel the warm burn even when she's gone
I know she sees my soul and feels it
DEEP
inside
we can talk without speaking
we can feel without touching
we can know without seeing
every ounce of her is filled with the purist beauty I've ever known
she spins around my mind like a planet and makes me dizzy with lust
she is the moon, venus and all the stars and I will always be in awe
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 1:48 AM UTC
Sparkles in the distance
Partial to our own existence
We are human
Martians
Venusian
We are creatures
Reaching
Searching
Beseeching
The universe
For reasons
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
I go there in my dreams, almost every night
welcomed as an anomaly, gawking at the sights
They all flock around me, flaunting and demure
they treat me with kindness, and ****** allure
Bodies and minds exceptional, they have no release
providing what I can, relaxing evermore in peace
The utter unreality, the audaciousness I display
every single man, would want it just that way
If I could but get in my car, and drive there today
arriving way to old, but there is where I'd stay
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC