"ylang" poems
How much of what we use, is really what we need
and how much do we buy, to feed someone elses greed
We used to open windows and now we buy febreeze
then wonder why the allergies make everybody sneeze
Our homes are airtight boxes, like live-in tupperware
And yet most of us are ignorant to what poisons linger there.
We've been told that if we buy this stuff and do things in this way
Our lives will be much better, than they were just yesterday.
But yesterday the air was clear and you could hear when Robins sang
How did we ever get this far, without ylang ylang?
May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 1:12 PM UTC
She's my mountain rose
& I'm her blue spruce.
I'd love to spread
her patchouli
all over
my ylang ylang,
then kiss her cypress,
give her a bit of my goldenrod
& lay in the lemongrass
holding hands
to view
the star anise
wasting thyme.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
everyone likes a good fair fight explosion came from motorbike another involved suicide bomber on bicycle targeting police vehicle war drags on years and years no one wants to talk about it if we dress in silk transparent employing all our charms talents they will act wild to lie with us that will be moment to refuse they will hasten to make peace i am convinced taliban said they carried out bombings as message to nato wedding celebration nearby number of guests believed to be among dead injured u.s. hints volatile area next target for operations she knelt naked knees apart arms outstretched ******* bowed ******* perched neck exposed lips mouth open eyelids half closed scent of vetiver ylang ylang roses anything everything you want if only you will stop murdering
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 6:43 AM UTC
Whiz-zip-bang shenyang ang;
Mang mangue flang hang prang pang;
Pinang lalang unhang kang youth defang khang;
Marang schlang gang wolfgang ying-yang xuanzang.
Klang sea get wrang.
Sang tsang li-kang gangue langues.
Thang drang crang tang harangue sprang zhang shang siang whang strang hang verdinsgang chuang;
Brang lang nang bhang xiaogang mahuang durang huang.
Hange hsiang und;
Zang rang kuomintang ourang section gang hang.
Krang pahang boomerang fang guilt;
Spang gang;
Hangsang xinjiang tunkelang slang tangue nanchang clang chang bangue vang ziyangbaoguang hwang pang the tsiang alang dang ylang-ylang.
Tang liang.
Overhang langue pyongyang.
Cangue sangh mustang stang frang yang lange kukang farang **** care sturm t'ang;
Zamang drang chiang road a jang;
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
There was something about her.
Maybe it was the way she moved,
the way she batted her pretty-eyes,
sashayed her nice-thighs around,
the softness of her sweet voice.
So alluring,
almost supernatural.
Her hair flowed all around,
had a satin sheen in the sun,
she was ample in her flowery blouse,
fragrance of patchouli,
a hint of ylang ylang
followed her.
Whatever it was
was truly special.
I call it magical.
It felt like I was under a spell
when I was near her-
a "Can't-think-straight" spell,
the kind that captures you
with enchantment,
so charming.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 8:19 PM UTC
Only old or stupid people
Sit around and watch
Local news,
I'm still ready to be outside
Here's cool blue Mt. Dew-
Feeling breathless how
Nature made you
Stunning and naked
How lightning strikes
Freaky in pink,
Hot springs on a summer’s night
You have no idea
What’s about to hit you
When Night Blooming Jasmine
Rose, & Ylang Ylang
Take you down into the
Warm waters inside me,
Washing your mind free...
Do you see
How these words are me
Coming back to get you,
Will you pack up your ****
and come home?
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
When you put a drop of ylang ylang there,
it's titillating.
Whew.
You know just how to capture me dear lady,
dipping yourself in patchouli
like that.
Nice.
Jesus,
you have me
under a spell,
your sweet
succulent
buttery spell.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
They said you are beautiful,
that you are my type,
but for fear of been rejected,
and cast aside,
would you look for me.
Let's meet by the same side
of love to see if our
hearts can mingle.
Maybe i can see the
beauty in your heart,
and the love in your eyes.
Or feel the warmth
of your embrace.
Only the beauty
of which radiates
from the inside,
evokes my interest.
It can't be taken away,
not even by melanin aging,
or illness of which
may give wrinkles
and affect the skin beauty.
Let's meet somewhere
by the sea,
maybe we can together
sail towards the moon.
As the stars accompany us,
let's wake up at dawn when
the sun meets the morning.
Does your beauty match
that of daffodil
or lily of the vally.
Can your touch be like
the velvet feel
of the rose petal.
Or your ****** radiance
ever match the beauty
of the rose flower.
Would you say that your beauty
be like the fragrance
of ylang ylang or
the glory of the sky and
the snow flakes in winter.
But i still want to meet up
by the stream tonight
just to hug you.
©2021,Emeka Mokeme.
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 3:54 PM UTC
Oh be quiet,
and listen,
did you hear
the steps of tiptoe,
like someone just
entered my inner space.
Be quiet now,
I bet you didn't hear
the whispers of my muse.
Generous words he says to
calm the shattered nerves
of my restless soul.
Like the gratifying
sweet soothing wine,
an elixir to heal
your brokenness.
Like the mouth
watering flavor of
a rare nacter
in a beautiful gold chalice
trimmed with silver.
Like a warm chocolate
dripping from a lovers mouth.
Like the aroma
of ylang ylang and
lavender oil on a lovers body
seducing your senses,
so are the sweet words
of my muse whispering
in my ears.
Dripping like thick juice
from a honey comb
into the mouth
of a ready heart.
The words making magic
in my mind as
I write them down
in my parchment
for you to read.
Can you hear
the muse whispering
as he steps out
of the sunset on
a spiders web waiting
to ride the moon.
©2021,Emeka Mokeme.
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 3:50 PM UTC
Come place your sun soaked earth eyes
On my alter adorned in ruby red burning
Carnelian and rose quartz sparkling
Notes of Ylang-ylang and tobacco vanilla
Swirl and enter your soft warm aura
I want to swirl and enter your soft warm
Conversations of space and ideal love
Kiss the petal of a blood rose rojo
Glance upon my moon soaked orbs azul
Rest yourself on my soft constellations
Taste the universe on my bitten lip
Embrace the season of the witch
Pleasure created around and betwixt
Aug 16, 2022
Aug 16, 2022 at 1:31 AM UTC