About Love: Poems and Inspiration
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This is one that was having fun with...lol
Bajans and West Indians will get what I'm talking about
Craving
I want u
I feel a need
for u
I hunger for
the scent of u
I long to taste u...
to grind u between
my teeth
ur sweet nectar
dribbling down my chin
I swallow deep........
as ur juices flow
the excitement
so hard...
to contain
i've been cravin
a chance to suck....
some sweet sweet sugarcane
© MB 2004
Bajans and West Indians will get what I'm talking about
Craving
I want u
I feel a need
for u
I hunger for
the scent of u
I long to taste u...
to grind u between
my teeth
ur sweet nectar
dribbling down my chin
I swallow deep........
as ur juices flow
the excitement
so hard...
to contain
i've been cravin
a chance to suck....
some sweet sweet sugarcane
© MB 2004
This is one that was having fun with...lol
Bajans and West Indians will get what I'm talking about
Craving
I want u
I feel a need
for u
I hunger for
the scent of u
I long to taste u...
to grind u between
my teeth
ur sweet nectar
dribbling down my chin
I swallow deep........
as ur juices flow
the excitement
so hard...
to contain
i've been cravin
a chance to suck....
some sweet sweet sugarcane
© MB 2004
You are very talented Ms Scorpio. I'm sure in more ways than one
. Your poetry is fantastic. I think this one is my favorite. 
That's some real wordsmithing right there. I second Lady S's WOW.
This is one that was having fun with...lol
Bajans and West Indians will get what I'm talking about
Craving
I want u
I feel a need
for u
I hunger for
the scent of u
I long to taste u...
to grind u between
my teeth
ur sweet nectar
dribbling down my chin
I swallow deep........
as ur juices flow
the excitement
so hard...
to contain
i've been cravin
a chance to suck....
some sweet sweet sugarcane
© MB 2004
This is one that was having fun with...lol
Bajans and West Indians will get what I'm talking about
Craving
I want u
I feel a need
for u
I hunger for
the scent of u
I long to taste u...
to grind u between
my teeth
ur sweet nectar
dribbling down my chin
I swallow deep........
as ur juices flow
the excitement
so hard...
to contain
i've been cravin
a chance to suck....
some sweet sweet sugarcane
© MB 2004
AWWW, you made one for me.
This is one that was having fun with...lol
Bajans and West Indians will get what I'm talking about
Craving
I want u
I feel a need
for u
I hunger for
the scent of u
I long to taste u...
to grind u between
my teeth
ur sweet nectar
dribbling down my chin
I swallow deep........
as ur juices flow
the excitement
so hard...
to contain
i've been cravin
a chance to suck....
some sweet sweet sugarcane
© MB 2004
Lovely
Lately
I have missed
The afternoon gestures
Posed by the sun
That allow the moon
To take over the sky.
Locked inside a room
With little light,
Night becomes
Synonymous with lights
Turned off
And
Kept inside
By the shades.
The smell of fresh grass
And
Impending rain
Escapes the air
And
I long for summer showers
That last long enough
To nap.
But here in my solitude
I long for evenings
When day meets night
And
The air is tight
With the possibility
Of a kiss.
I have missed
The afternoon gestures
Posed by the sun
That allow the moon
To take over the sky.
Locked inside a room
With little light,
Night becomes
Synonymous with lights
Turned off
And
Kept inside
By the shades.
The smell of fresh grass
And
Impending rain
Escapes the air
And
I long for summer showers
That last long enough
To nap.
But here in my solitude
I long for evenings
When day meets night
And
The air is tight
With the possibility
Of a kiss.
Lrgtree this was just my style- spare, subtle, and sensual. Its beautiful, thank you for contributing and hope it won't be your last.My selection (this one's for Dale who already posted my fav Langston Hughes in another thread )
Juke Box Love Song by Langston Hughes
I could take the Harlem night
and wrap around you,
Take the neon lights and make a crown,
Take the Lenox Avenue busses,
Taxis, subways,
And for your love song tone their rumble down.
Take Harlem's heartbeat,
Make a drumbeat,
Put it on a record, let it whirl,
And while we listen to it play,
Dance with you till day--
Dance with you, my sweet brown Harlem girl.
'Preciate it Izayoi. Here you go ladies
A Blues
The dread woman did not come in
to our bedroom last
night, but she
taught me there is a cure
for the blues, a healing
for the sad sick blue moment that
has a life of its's own.
this morning i can not remember
all my dreams, but the few i
do recall
have her name on them.
Ahmos Zu-Bolton II
The dread woman did not come in
to our bedroom last
night, but she
taught me there is a cure
for the blues, a healing
for the sad sick blue moment that
has a life of its's own.
this morning i can not remember
all my dreams, but the few i
do recall
have her name on them.
Ahmos Zu-Bolton II
Why did I choose you
what did I see in you
I saw a heart you hide so well
I saw a quiet girl
who had a gentle way
cute little way
that caught me in it’s glowing spell
why did I want u
what could you offer me
just the love to last my lifetime and through
and when I lost my heart so many years ago
I lost it lovingly
and willingly to you
If I had to choose again
I would still choose you
Marvin Gaye
what did I see in you
I saw a heart you hide so well
I saw a quiet girl
who had a gentle way
cute little way
that caught me in it’s glowing spell
why did I want u
what could you offer me
just the love to last my lifetime and through
and when I lost my heart so many years ago
I lost it lovingly
and willingly to you
If I had to choose again
I would still choose you
Marvin Gaye
Lg that's a great piece and I had to google Ahmos Zu Bolton II because it had been so long since I heard the name. Thanks for that reminder of artistic greatness.
Marvin is one of my favorites. His lyrics and Donnie Hathaway's read as haunting as they play .
My selection today:
Untitled by Sappho
He is almost a god, a man beside you
enthralled by your talk, by your laughter
Watching makes my heart beat fast
because, seeing little, I imagine much
You put a fire in my cheeks
Speech won't come. My ears ring
Blind to all others, I sweat and I stammer.
I am a trembling thing, like grass,
an inch from dying
So poor I've nothing to lose, I must gamble.
Thanks Lrgtree- stumbled across that in a small but excellent anthology.
Untitled by Mirabai (translated)
Dark One,
all I request is a portion of love
Whatever my defects,
you are for me an ocean of raptures,
Let the world cast its judgements
nothing changes my heart
a single word from your lips is sufficient
birth after birth
begging a share of that Love
Mira says: Dark One- enter the penetralia
you've taken
this girl past the limits
********
Can I say how much I love the word "penetralia"
How can I work that into a conversation???? That would be hot.
Thanks Lrgtree- stumbled across that in a small but excellent anthology.
Untitled by Mirabai (translated)
Dark One,
all I request is a portion of love
Whatever my defects,
you are for me an ocean of raptures,
Let the world cast its judgements
nothing changes my heart
a single word from your lips is sufficient
birth after birth
begging a share of that Love
Mira says: Dark One- enter the penetralia
you've taken
this girl past the limits
********
Can I say how much I love the word "penetralia"
How can I work that into a conversation???? That would be hot.
"The most private or secret parts; recesses: the penetralia of the soul."
Maybe this will help with using in a conversation. Let me know when u find a way to use it.
Love So Deep
By Osmond L. Oliver Jr.
Love so deep you will never understand
To bad things didn't go as they were planned
I lay at night and think of my life
Wishing I had the chance to make you my wife
You came in and took control
Not only did I fall in love with you, I fell in love with your soul
Loving me daily without any questions
I told you before, girl you're truly a blessin
You understood all of my ways
You brought joy to all of my days
When I think of what a Black Woman should be
Please believe you're the first face my mind can see
Unbelievable, the love that you gave
Joined as one riding our love like a wave
Even if you were paralyzed from your feet to your head
I'd carry you every day from the car to your bed
Knew it was special right from the start
Love so deep I'd write my vows to your heart.
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"The most private or secret parts; recesses: the penetralia of the soul."
Maybe this will help with using in a conversation. Let me know when u find a way to use it.
Oooooohhhh I like that! That requires a ripe and perfect
moment. I must be patient!
That made me tear up a little
How perfectly beautiful! It's interesting, because there have been so many threads lately about romance or the lack thereof. I always wonder how couples drift so far apart from that ^^^^^ special place.
Thanks for reminding me that that place still exists!
I can only imagine how profound it was to work with someone as obviously talented as Zu-Bolton-wow! Thanks again for bringing his work to the board.
Peace lrgt!
My selection (this one's for Dale who already posted my fav Langston Hughes in another thread )
Juke Box Love Song by Langston Hughes
I could take the Harlem night
and wrap around you,
Take the neon lights and make a crown,
Take the Lenox Avenue busses,
Taxis, subways,
And for your love song tone their rumble down.
Take Harlem's heartbeat,
Make a drumbeat,
Put it on a record, let it whirl,
And while we listen to it play,
Dance with you till day--
Dance with you, my sweet brown Harlem girl.
Thank you baby. That is beautiful, one I'd never read until you posted it.
Thank you baby. That is beautiful, one I'd never read until you posted it.
You're welcome Dale! Can't go wrong with Langston
Untitled by Catullus
My woman says she'd rather have me
than anyone. Even if Jupiter proposed she says.
But what an eager woman says to lovers
should be written out in winds and water.
NICKLEBAGKILLA
Rising Star
These lyrics always sound like poetry to me:
Time In A Bottle
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
Time In A Bottle
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
This is a poetry "freestyle" as I'm just making it up on the spot. It's not a true story...
We met.
Where and when is neither here nor there.
She danced pirouettes on my soul.
Fire in her eyes.
Only she cried lava and the dreams left.
I asked her.
"Why do you cry?"
Shy to answer, she cowered away and played with "I love you's" knowing it would break my demeanor and leave me unsheltered to her downpour.
She didn't bump and grind.
She spun around street lights singing Donny Hathaway and making love to the brightest stars.
We'd kiss. Shadows would creep away from her perfection.
It stormed one night and I cradled her navel. My palms kneaded her flesh like I needed her flesh.
Relieved of her breath.
The fine arch of the back sculpted her yearn.
But she turned. Eye stinging, wet with a lack of mercy.
She said...
"No."
I said...
"No?"
She said...
"I was raped."
My heart strings played screeches from a Devil's mouth.
Looking into her eyes, she saw my lack of understanding. Without me asking she sobbed "Two years ago."
Then...
"I'll show you what they did to me."
Dragging me down, she opened her thighs, cried, high wailing.
My pride, failing.
She balled fists and threw them, protectively to a bared chest. My prayers left as I watched her reenact this strangle hold.
It sounds stupid.
The sheer hollow noises birthed from her upset whisper through my very essence to this day.
Never mislaid or mis played.
My first love was a broken record of an aching past.
I witnessed her pain. She ingested it and force fed her mind...daily.
She was found...
Noose necked, loose legged.
I loved an angel too bruised to live.
Mollycoddling was a vice so decrepit she left my arms for a God she didn't believe in.
My sweet, raped angel.
We met.
Where and when is neither here nor there.
She danced pirouettes on my soul.
Fire in her eyes.
Only she cried lava and the dreams left.
I asked her.
"Why do you cry?"
Shy to answer, she cowered away and played with "I love you's" knowing it would break my demeanor and leave me unsheltered to her downpour.
She didn't bump and grind.
She spun around street lights singing Donny Hathaway and making love to the brightest stars.
We'd kiss. Shadows would creep away from her perfection.
It stormed one night and I cradled her navel. My palms kneaded her flesh like I needed her flesh.
Relieved of her breath.
The fine arch of the back sculpted her yearn.
But she turned. Eye stinging, wet with a lack of mercy.
She said...
"No."
I said...
"No?"
She said...
"I was raped."
My heart strings played screeches from a Devil's mouth.
Looking into her eyes, she saw my lack of understanding. Without me asking she sobbed "Two years ago."
Then...
"I'll show you what they did to me."
Dragging me down, she opened her thighs, cried, high wailing.
My pride, failing.
She balled fists and threw them, protectively to a bared chest. My prayers left as I watched her reenact this strangle hold.
It sounds stupid.
The sheer hollow noises birthed from her upset whisper through my very essence to this day.
Never mislaid or mis played.
My first love was a broken record of an aching past.
I witnessed her pain. She ingested it and force fed her mind...daily.
She was found...
Noose necked, loose legged.
I loved an angel too bruised to live.
Mollycoddling was a vice so decrepit she left my arms for a God she didn't believe in.
My sweet, raped angel.
Nickel it is definitely a winner.
Thanks so much for reminding me-It's a great song!
This is so poignant and vividly empathetic Mag B. Freestyle
- unfuckingbelievable. I made that all one word just for
Brilliant...and OH so true!
She said
her brown thighs
kept a wet diary
each time
i spoke in tongues
inside her
her brown thighs
kept a wet diary
each time
i spoke in tongues
inside her
I painted your
breasts with my
tongue's saliva
reading
your nipples'
thoughts
in braille
breasts with my
tongue's saliva
reading
your nipples'
thoughts
in braille
These are gooood dik cashmere. It's no secret by now that I love this haiku "ish" style. Thanks for contributing!
You really shouldn't talk about me like this you know it makes me
These are very erotic- sweet quickies. I can understand how you feel Lady S.
These are gooood dik cashmere. It's no secret by now that I love this haiku "ish" style. Thanks for contributing!
These are very erotic- sweet quickies. I can understand how you feel Lady S.
glad i could b of service
lawd uh mercy... Mr cashmere I think I likes you
Like Miss Izzy said these are the kinda haiku ish type of vibe I also enjoy. It would seem you merely want to tease us though....
This is for my for my dear friend. He thinks poetry is pretentious but perhaps he can appreciate the simplicity of this Thanks for the upgrade my shougai no tomo.
Song of the Dream Garden by Ikkyu Sojun
Pillowed on your thighs in a dream garden,
little flower with its perfumed stamen,
singing, sipping from the stream of you
sunset, moonlight- our song continues
Thanks for the upgrade my shougai no tomo.Song of the Dream Garden by Ikkyu Sojun
Pillowed on your thighs in a dream garden,
little flower with its perfumed stamen,
singing, sipping from the stream of you
sunset, moonlight- our song continues
lawd uh mercy... Mr cashmere I think I likes you
Don't mean 2 b a tease
. How about this?mesmerized by eyes, legs & thighs
chocolate cinnamon skin will b my demise
enraptured by u're touch
infatuated with thoughts of u & i
if i died 2 day my life would b complete
with just a vision of u
u inspire me 2 b who i am
my only wish is 2 b closer 2 u
if only 4 now
than let me memorize this moment
Your voice is like…..
Sunsets on an African outback….
Or a candlelight dinner with the moon at your back……
Your voice is like….
The soothing motions of the sea crest hitting the shores….
Or that massage when I come home, battered and sore….
Your voice is like……
Cotton candy, sweeten gold….
Carmel chewies, chocolate pudding and tootsie rolls….
Your voice is like….
Formal invites to sexual encounters…
Or low whispers in ears while making love on the counter….
Your voice is like…..
Fireplace, bearskin rugs and winter nights……
Hot tube afternoons, silk linen and black lights……
Your voice is like…….
Sunsets on an African outback….
Or a candlelight dinner with the moon at your back……
Your voice is like….
The soothing motions of the sea crest hitting the shores….
Or that massage when I come home, battered and sore….
Your voice is like……
Cotton candy, sweeten gold….
Carmel chewies, chocolate pudding and tootsie rolls….
Your voice is like….
Formal invites to sexual encounters…
Or low whispers in ears while making love on the counter….
Your voice is like…..
Fireplace, bearskin rugs and winter nights……
Hot tube afternoons, silk linen and black lights……
Your voice is like…….
^^^ My favorite verse Jack. Thanks for posting this delicious gem.