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Clueless In Carnage…

What is this inhumanity that grows from insanity?

Where fake naked religion kills in disbelief

Where verbal profanity from those who safely scribe in inanity

Rake through splintered bones and over our grief.

Where politicians faux grieve and pretend to believe and blindly pander

The true feelings of us, yet only when media faced

Yet still sell the weapons through a money-tree sieve of propaganda

They cut and slice our country into slices apace

As greed is cooked as good for the gander

Espouting faceless, thoughtless solemnitudes without grace

Devout in their Me, Me, Me meanderings from the real

We know we’re ‘governed’ by bought puppets

Of the arms, oil, tech and pharmaceutical greed

brains barren, barbarous barons all

Who incite the deadly isis and like-minded muppets to feed

On ignorance and promises and fake religious creed

To keep us in our place, faceless and silent

Out of fear for something e’en more violent

A state of ‘press red button’ oppression

As they feed on our force fed ignorance repression

You and I, flushed down the khazi

This country, this world, completely fugazi…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Sin Not To Be A Sonnet…

 

So when is a sonnet not what it seems?
Fourteen lines counted across centuries past
Scrambled eggs in one basket of dreams
Scripted divine, surmounting those iconoclast

Rhyming in rhythms so we are told
Nine left now bereft of a pseudo story
Defining the schisms of sown rules old
A line out of place stressed in poetic glory

Six lines now, is all I’m allowed
Affixing conflicting beliefs that crowd
My delivered eloquence to all of you
Stilted in quilted soft tissue couture
Shaking my spear, too much to endure
At least it’s more relevant than appalling Haiku.

 

A Tribute to Sir Giles…and now, the Empty Suit (redux)

Source: A Tribute to Sir Giles…and now, the Empty Suit (redux)

Bite Me, Delight You?

Nibbling….!

NIBBLING…..(part one? – maybe…)

I pull you tight close to me

as I’m stood behind

lean into your neck

so perfumed and refined…

you feel my breath

getting ever near

my hands gently sweep

silken hair away from your ear…

I move closer

tongue towards your lobe

then very gently

mouth your aural globe…

so soft and pliant

you wriggle and sigh

I subtly nibble

and then hear you cry…

with passion and pleasure

sensations undefined

I nibble a little

you submit, curve your spine…

as if to implore

tho’ I barely hear

you want more

nibbling of your ear…

…and then my tongue and teeth wander…

gently where? …Do you wonder?

NIBBLING …TOO!

And as my tongue and teeth

slowly slide beneath

you quiver…

at your neck I concentrate

nibble here, lick there, to sate

you shiver…

so smooth and slim

and at a whim

I bite…

‘tween neck and shoulder

getting bolder

sheer delight…

from your necks’ nape

our eyes wide all agape

to the curves at the peak…

of shoulders taught but giving

skin alive and living

lower down, I seek…

trail of tongue delights

little nips, tender bites

hands yet to roam as well…

I turn you around

kiss your lips so profound

then watch your peaks as they swell…

tongue slides, teeth glide

towards proffered delights…?

NIBBLING EVEN FURTHER…

Hesitantly, I

pleasantly eye

perfection before my eyes…

leaning in

excitement within

succulence I must try…

my lips surround

a hardened peak I’ve found

and then begin to nibble…

as they engorge

I must gorge

myself, you cannot quibble…

I could linger for hours

melting in your powers

but must head further down…

my tongue slides across

your silken sweat embossed

stomach and ribs and waist…

so smooth and warm

and now my hands swarm

all over you at a pace…

stroking and caressing

with your fervent blessing

I roam whever you please…

fingers and hands

whatever you’re demands

I worship at your knees…

and now from your feet

I nibble toes so sweet

and caress and kiss your calves

your minds all a quaking

your body is shaking

I never do things by halves…

over sensuous skin

and trembling within

all over you I now plunder…

and so as my tongue soothes

up thighs, so wonderfully smooth

are you beginning to wonder…?

where next I seek to adore?

perhaps we will need a part four?

THE LAST BITE…

As I gently but fervently, nibble and kiss

my way towards your heavenly bliss

savouring the flavours of moistness so near

tongue leading, teeth follow, making the way clear

for the final act of this erotic trip

you pull me closer and then my lips

reach the point of their desire

fruity, warm, pure liquid fire

my tongue teases, gently lapping

eyes now closed, mentally mapping

the route to the final glorious goal

from my tongue to the depths of your soul

the joyous climax to a journey now reached

yes, yes, yes, you scream and beseech

one last gasp of fragrant air

before I swallow you whole and bare

make me, take me, now! not maybe!…

Oh, how I love nibbling at Jelly Babies!!

My Sunny Bee…

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The bees and the birds

rhythmic winging, spring-a-singing

natural songs to be heard

filling your garden with delight

from dawn to twilight

a hooting, a humming

vibrancy drumming

from the buzz of industry

to solos, seemingly, just for me

a blackbird sits at the peak of a fir

waiting for replies to vibrantly stir

a mate, a lover, a friend from afar

eloquent etudes, clarity unbarred

tempting it’s mate to join in the call

sweet sililoquy, heard by us all

and in the silence between messages

there be rustling in sprouting hedges

as then unity prevails

whilst the honey bee sails

past in a dither

seeking pollen here and hither

as my queen awaits

to be ever sate…

 

Autumnal Thoughts, Your Idylls Now Sought…. Thirteen Kisses, Pastures New, You Ought…?

Wow, it’s been two years since this autumnal kiss…

AUTUMN – in chapters of love I – XIII

 

I the setting of the weakening sun, the rustling of the leaves, the dew upon the spi…

Source: Autumnal Thoughts, Your Idylls Now Sought…. Thirteen Kisses, Pastures New, You Ought…?

A Stairwell Romance…

 

Stairs-down-black-and-white

Plastered walls with alabaster to appal
this site of solitude groans…
with age and abuse and multi-function use
tis the site of wild nightly moans…

Then through the slender window pane cracked
one flight up from the grounds of dismay
the sunlight shines on a siren in black
awaiting this dawn of the new day…

Waiting for silence in the stairwell above
single crimson rose held in velvet glove
thrust with lust and weeping love
timidity aroused from this sylph-like dove

She prays her prey will come to the scene
her last nights dreams so fully obscene
yet fantasy she wants to turn to reality
and so this wait in sullen locality
for the moment of magic to infuse
was confused but no more than a ruse
now to tempt to tease, to willingly please
to wantonly want, this passion not to cease

Silence a moment in passing time
reflecting on her soulful crime
resisting the option to run away
insisting self corruption is the only way

Heartbeat louder than the sound of steps
art recreating past memories swept
approaching the moment of mutual desire
tho’ he’s not aware of her blackened attire
graven yet tempting, lipstick fresh
ready to unveil, this veiled flesh…

Nearer and nearer and the fear now lost
face to face, but at what final cost?
then those lips press and ply
passion fashioned, unable to deny
this moment, this vision, this union
such majesty in total lust confusion
hands roam, breath is caught
feeling the feelings intimately sought…

Liquid and languid in momentary bliss
heaven scent with  a heavenly kiss
fluid interaction to mutual satisfaction
blown away by the frisson so frantic
this way to such inquisition romantic…

Then the sunlight fails
hands slip, slippery from the rails
this fumble now tumbles down the staircase
love turned into fatal malaise
rose thorns stab at heated hearts
though now they’ll never be apart
as death is enjoyed together
united, entwined forever…..

 

 

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