Blendology Poems [ for 18+ adults ]

A Man’s Honor Within The Temple Of A Woman’s Worth

In my pilgrimage as caged minds unfurl    
Upright in peace crucified of its lashing words        
My ancestral rite of passage I crossed over to gain wisdom found not      
of this time      
Spoken to the earth of whispered sacred benedictions of the sublime      
Hearts dancing in rejoice to have the sanction of Creole dialect      
wisdom of the wise      
To give unto ancient sovereign, my King, this woman’s worth entwined      
of universal beliefs from sundown to sunrise    

Preordained upon conception of birth, to be his help meet
Sultriness in the touch, swords lifted to fool the enemy upon the greet    
The Queen to stand by his side, curtsey in the midst of storms      
Uplift his temple, to keep him upright on his feet, his sheets warm          
Sacredness in the sound of his persona, the strength to uphold the      
royal lineage of Allah’s man      
His voice to soothe, coax when locked minds are in quietude      
Tranquil sensations to harvest my land      
Intellectual in mutuality, where we lay, stand      
   
In the beauty of universal sorrow allow the strength of her tears to softly flow      
Her femininity to bend in truth, sway in wisdom depending on the way the wind blows      
When hearts and minds cannot attune to each other’s pulsating sound      
Strength, compassion, radiating from the crest of my crown      
Tribunal of honor as man takes a kneel      
For the love of himself, her, his oath given unto others keeps those seven seals concealed      
   
Biblical in the dialect his speech      
When hearts aflame, his words can cross vast seas, air, untilled terrain      
Intellectual Holy Oil once temples reached      
To the glory of his wool mane, every strand, to sustain in strife from      
systematic pelting rain      
Bathing his weary conscious, the morality of his integrity concealing his pain      
Stone rolled back, let the vows of kindness be from the mirrored cross he bears to command      

My Ankh, my moon unto mercy when my light is obscured in dark      
What is first, shall be last, shall reign again, the letters of      
Egypt written as a beautiful work of art      
In life it is better to have lineage as self-pride      
Phantom wishes, dualities of the mind when blasphemy backsides      
Who is found to be masked in the morning as the bird larks      
Mutters of discord has already lost his way in the dark      
   
Console my Chi Mother Earth      
Encased me, I cometh from the passage of darkness with knowledge as the      
beginning of my creation      
Sustain my womanly worth      
To my womb great nations shall come forth to uphold old nations,      
giving it a prosperous rebirth
Pillars of strength in the pedigree from the willowing strands of my hair            
Unchangeable from West Africa my spirit roams to the tree of life in Proverbs            
sanctified whispers in the wind, embedded of greatness in the soils of, Kenya, Tanzania, and Zaire      

My third eye of enlightment to see the incoming destruction, carnage, acropolis,      
Armageddon’s doom      
Last voice blessed to inhaled Psalms 23 exhaled in the balance of      
life and death dust to dust, the spirit, universal slowly consumes          
Life has passed one second and not a minute past too soon      
Resurrection by the stripes He felt      
Epigrams of theology words, we carry once knelt
The voyages in our past we have beautifully sojourned
Lifetimes, dimensions, in the discovery once again blending, the past, presence, we learn


Shalom

The Emerald Tablets

I am the Surveyor of this foreign land                  
Now inhabitants by the Native, European, and Moorish man                  
I relate progress before the arrival of our King, then Queen                  
Terrestrial Advisor, to decipher the constitution of your civil laws for what they may seem
Always with a flashing dim light to shine on the truth carried away by the winds drift
As the axle of the world tilts                      

The true of the matters is, we were already told those bicentennial lies              
A man discovered America that was already here, after the remnants of rained showered from the skies              
The earth rotates upon its axis              
From the Heavens to the Earth, to Sea, the trinity of God’s divine              
Atral voices of discord whispering loudly heard throughout              
Mass shooting, suicides, keep death expensive for that pine box when fate and the wrong destiny collide              
Save your tears and your fears for the realization of famine, refugee concentration camps that permeates the land              
             
Brother against brother, disunity no matter where the aura stand              
Sitting against an Oak tree and closed my eyes, resting in the sun for a while                  
My mind drifted as I got lost in my mere thoughts                  
I heard the rushing water from the flow of the Nile                  
I inhaled the air as I slowly exhaled                  
Ancient stories the terrain will never tell                  
                 
I saw weeping willows swaying in the breeze                  
Magnolia trees and ginger vines telling of sacred mysteries                  
Calling for me to come to listen to the parentage of its history                  
Hoofs of thunder galloping on the soil to the riding sun                  
In the Motherland, colors were fused as one  
A mighty Lion sat on his throne, in his attendance  
He had me to close my eyes and made me feel the worth of his Kingdom                
                 
The serendipity our dialects blended so beautifully                  
Money was not the root of all evil, morality surrendered of heart, mind, body and soul, as far as the eyes can see                  
I felt the cool refreshing water trickling down my face                  
No chemical pollutants or manmade elements that makes H2O unsafe to consume, and unhealthy in the taste                  
I heard voices, I sensed people stirring                  
Opened my eyes rapid gun fire occurring                  
                 
Men upon the sacred throne of mammals riding past me before sundown                  
Riding elephants to their death, their tusk taken after shots fired all around                
Their ivory gold to sell removed without sound                  
No one cared if I was present, or begot                                                                    
Blood tied to a land like a Gordian knot        

For He Is Worthy To Be Exalted (Joseph)

How in the world this.. this lying.. God please forgive me, but she is pregnant and talking about she does not know how  
Nine months and I am gonna see her on Maury Povich show talking about I’m gonna be a father now  
I know I had too many drinks and my conscious was all up in flight  
On the ballroom dance floor, I remember holding her curvy body real tight  
And she was smelling good, stunning looking, kinda fly, and she was my Nubian Queen, hell, we owned that night  
 
Got my friends laughing at me that my wife was creeping around  
I hope I was the only man who have felt rapture between her thighs after sundown    
And now She pregnant, yeah right, she must take me for a damn clown  
And probably ain’t even mine  
Divorce Court, hand her over to Judge Judy after that ruling and make her pay this King her hard earned dime  
 
What type of fool does she really take me for  
And want me to fall for that it's been ordained fourscore  
I told her those people keep meddling in our business behind those church doors  
She said she heard an Angel in her sleep and already told her  
I do not mind her borrowing my car, giving her my money, giving it up just to make her kitty purr  
But being a father and I am still in my prime  
I do not need no little juniors slowing me down, taking up my mancave time  
 
And just to think, I have been working all these hours to finally scope that Hummer me and my Queen have been saving to buy  
Our nights on the sheets cushioned my her is bliss, and that is no lie  
I cannot help it if I got that hammer slammer, she was the one who said Big Daddy take me to the sky  
Now that I do think about it, she musta have taken all my player seeds and all  
Damn, the only thing I can do is to play my part as a father and stand tall  
 
A little spin on Jospeh and Mary biblical story, revolutionized, they are Jesus’ parents.  
 
 
The New Age Of Aquarian Angels, Softly Shrouding The Spiritual Intellects Of Heaven's Yoruba Gods

Tattered

I came to earth to consume the sins    
After the Ten Commandments has been given, my story begins    
Yet, not nailed on a cross    
Each piece of my skin tattered for society’s loveless lose    
My flesh as an Angel one can adore    
For every sinful occurrence, I must aid as earth’s guarantor    
My beloved beings, a soft piece of my skin rips for    
 
Your agony Your pain    
More slashes of skin, as hate continues to rain    
Look at me, who do you see    
A Heavenly Angel, until your sins became the life of me    
 
My skin slowly falls    
As you pray for mercy, my guardianship hears your calls    
As the whips of life strikes, I’ll take the scars of its need    
Through the starvation, the earthly greed    
Thank the Heavenly Father my skin doesn’t earthly bleed    
 
Hopefully, love will always succeed    
As you are praying on your knees    
If not, my skin takes the strife    
An emollient of protection to soothe the impurity elements within your life    
 
Tattered and Battered    
Your tears to me, as I dry them, yes, they do matter    
 
That whispering voice you may hear    
When my skin aches for you to adhere my dear    
My tattered skin weeps for your fears    
So, listen with a keen ear    
My skin tatters for all tears    
 
My skin is ordained and blessed by God’s grace    
No colors, no particular face    
My skin tatters for every race    
 
Therefore, the next time, when you think of doing wrong    
Just remember this Angel’s beautiful, tattered skin Psalms    
The stars, the moon, the earth    
Through the cosmic rebirth    
Angels among us, as they roam    
Assurance to this world’s existence we are never alone    
As long as there’s an Angel’s tattered skin to atone    
 
 
Peace unto humanity

I Am

I Am
The intellectual woman to the wise man
The music behind the muse
The echoing melody tunes to use
Can’t find your way, I have a flashlight for you to use

I Am
The umbrella to your rain
The protective Band-Aid when you’re in pain
The muscle relaxer to your strain
The Endorphin Queen to the cerebral cortex of your brain

I Am
The sunscreen to your tan
The hand to extend
The back for you to dip, as your knees bend
The sunrise to your sunset
Erotic Intentions for me to let
Mmm..pleasuring you as you make me wet
Desire, rapture, passion from my arms felt
Yet
I am the person you never will forget

I Am
The water to your irrigated land
The fork to your spoon
The Sun to your Moon
The tissue to your nose
The shoreline to your ocean as it washes when it flows

I Am
The jelly to your jam
The voice that pleads to the stars
A seducrive serenade to the Man from Mars
The shoes to your feet
The blood circulation to your heart as it beats
A pleasurable ride once we greet
The soft blending under the sheets
The bat to your ball
I am a winner who takes all

I Am

Wonderful words!!!

Softly Pollinated

He is my love, when I glance into his eyes, I swear I see the path to Heaven’s glory
In his arms, I feel the pulsate of my heart
The sunrise in his touch, the hotness of his breath
Laced with kisses all over my neck

He is the hushed soft melody of my heart
Silhouettes moving to the cadence of such a soulful tune
The symphony of our minds in sync
Heart strokes gently plucked
Feeling the poetic tenderness of his strings, pounding at the percussion of my inner Chi

Serenading me softly with his desired songs
Reviving me with each touch, weakening from the taste of his harmonic passion
My unheard music lays bare for him to play, echoing my sentiments as my body sings out
Gentle hands turning the sheet music of my temple, virginal with each new page of my essence he glances upon
His eyes never wavering in each heated passionate stroke, tapping the soft keys of me, fine tuning all my soft places

His palm on the crown of my symphonic engagement
Feeling his jazz notes echoing, as I’m blowing on his horn
Love notes belting out for his private audience’s ears
Heightened with each vibration of its high-pitched crescendo
Taking his kingdom to the peninsula, hearing his baritone voice greet the skies in its sole pleasure

The extension of his soul releasing, singing his gratification in a cappella
His naked emotions lay claim to the instrument of my inner temple
The infusing of his sanctuary instilled within the sheet music of our rapture
Playing the beautiful lyrics of my heart, mind, souls humming the bass of emotions in union
From his soul, a handsome maestro, conducting a composed sacred revival of my desires

Playing me to the wondrous of his touch, his whispered breath
My lips he tastes as drowning, blending, in the sound of our divine music
His fingers tapping so gently over the sheer muse of my wet suppleness
Giving my praises unto his standing ovation
Anchored and blending the sultry calling of a whispered encore

The Illusion Of peace

What is peace
Is it the serenity that you find in your surroundings
Is it the comfort that you get from your mentality
Is it your footsteps, is it your goals
Or is it simply your dreams

The serenity of peace
We get from Mother Nature
From her soil
As we implant our hands
To bring her fertilization unto the creation

Is it the trees
That brings us such beautiful oxygen
As we inhale and exhale
Is it the skies
That we look upon to know that we have divine purpose
Upon this earth that we walk

The illusion of peace
Is it your hands
That does good deeds upon mankind
Is it your pulsating heart
That feels, that gives, and love
It is your eyes that see the coming of the divinity within
Is it your, mouth
Your dialect that speaks, of wonders, of wisdom, and of truth

What is peace to you
Is it your purpose as you stand
Is it within sickness that you lie
Waiting, but within you must find that inner peace

Inner peace of rebirth
Inner peace of longevity
Inner peace of just simply being

What is peace
Find your peace today
And keep it as a shield of honor
So that when tomorrow comes upon you
You would have known yesterday you have retained your peace
That you may go forward

Have a blessed day, stay faithful, and always please smile


🙏🏿

Mmmm ...That Grand Rising Sexual Healing...Whew😛

Sea Of Love

Close your eyes and listen to the calling of my heart, no longer echoing from the depth        
Within my powers, in my dreams, you still do keep them all wet        
Inch your cosmic energy a little closer, unleash your eighth dimensional insight        
What's done in the dark to thrive will need the light        
     
Kings of honor, are erected grand, and remain rooted tall        
His mission, intermingled with Earth, is prosperity for all        
In the benediction of his incantations, you have given the star dust of our evolving beings, love to stir        
And not by thy will, be earthly deterred        
     
As time draws near, look unto the skies        
The planets tell stories, the Heavens only know the whys        
Allow the Heavens, the Earth, and the realm of your sacred poetic DNA, that cleansing water, which our dimension knows its life’s flowing element used as the survival source, at its vital persistence        
Upon our throne in the New World of time, divine parchments of longevity, there must be a balance of the sunken gorge, it is a haven unto humanity’s existence        
     
Words you will feel and once caressed, your eyes cruising over every percussion of the awaiting temple, to see how close I am to you        
My heart is in your palm, from the sand dunes coveting Egypt, to the Motherland where your mind stands upon the greenness of nature, our beings within your realm, we can now survive by the guidance of the, Children Of The Sun, under the soles of our feet, feel the grass softest dew        
     
Shadow my breath, then inhale the space between my bosom as I softly pursue        
I bow as the Creator's Queen, the devotional shall be victorious, the one who shall have the honor to galactic my mind, and become his Nivana’s sultry muse        
He will be the King who uprise the triangle sphere of life, liberty, and the third eye scrolls, the mind possesses, but will not remain still in silence long enough to spiritually enhance the capabilities, I will say fine tuning those two brain hemispheres, and see what the mind can really produce for you, such beautiful possibilities once deeply ‘meditated’ to tap into        
     
I will love you forevermore        
Bow unto you while the honey you lick away then down my body you pour, amour      
I will not rush the trust of my heart    
If you listen to the winds it speaks from the light to the whispers of ageless dark    
No matter the realm found in the comforts of time, no matter twisted words that larks
   
I am who I am, the sea of love    
From the skies to the gallows below    
As in above, from here to fro    
   
Come with me, my love and bathe in the sea of love

My portrait-SKC

I Could Stay Awake Just To Hear Breathing

A muscular utopia of pure endowed      
Chiseled of reminisce from the scrolls of the Creator’s image        
Molded in His perfection, mmm… His likeness        
A blessed commodity as he stands in his own destiny        
Devoid of his rib to have been conformed from thee        
A weary pilgrimage to allow him to covet me with famished kisses to adorn my mouth              
For thy love is greater than elixir drips of sweeten wine        
Savoring of good emollients of doleful hands languish christening my supple skin        
The name upon my lips is as liniment soothing forth to heal thy heart        
Therefore, do the virgins dance love thee          
          
Bathing my temple in sacred oils from the nectar of eminence          
Softly kissing upon the veiled famished of my anticipating lips          
Harken unto my name as it beautifully drips from off the doctrine of thy truthful tongue          
Flogging my scented sanctuary with emollients of pure ecstasy        
The journey unto our souls’ melding on the calling of nigh        
        
Touch me in the faint calling of yesteryear’s dream        
Rest your head upon the mounds of my bosom        
His feet at the beckon of my bed        
Indenting the down feather padding upon the grace of his crown        
As the warm florescent of moonlight cradles our temples in divine serenity        
        
Lay me down upon the bed of forevermore        
Mm... softly whisper upon my melanin skin the hymns of our ancient forbearance incantations        
Lost youth of passion betwixt my thighs famished desires to savor unto me        
Asunder the moistened halo of my lineage  
My nightly promise unto him I relinquish        
Where prominent Kings and Queens of olds shall cry of life beyond the cocoon of my womb        
A passionate journey of hands slowly meandering upon the nakedness of my sovereign        
        
The chaste of my breathless pants serenading ether        
Sensations overtaken, eyes fluttering close        
Twin minds, pulsating hearts, souls intermingling        
Palms interlocked, tighter secured in the heat of need          
Surrendering my existence unto a man found in the Bible of love’s creation        
Invading my yoniberry, infused lashes of sinking in and out of blending desires        
        
The scent of lavender mist awakening his manly allure        
Cupping his family jewels, inhaling, exhaling        
Dividing the enticing passage of my sacred chasm ordained by divinity        
Aligning his physique on the pillow of my mystique femininity        
My body has been awakened        
Falling for every interwoven penetrate his body is making        
History unto this moment we’re creating        
        
Our mouths meeting in the grandeur of completing, basking in the sheen glory        
No escaping the seepage of its prophecy        
Written of words that shall become a doctrine in the next lifetime        
Upon satin sheets my body furloughs in the softness of reminisce        
Bedazzled by time to have laid under supremacy of royal prominence        
Touching my lips in remembrance  
As I bowed in submission unto the King’s royal lineage

Freddie and Michael Meyer’s Trick...SweetKittyCat’s Treat

Mmm, blades of steel canvasing my body careful not to move
Handcuffs gone….feeling Freddie’s wanton caressing groove
In the chair, legs spread wide
Separating my soft folds his tongue seeking to hide
Head laid back legs wrapping around his neck
Teasing my clit with tender pecks
In this chair my desires will be fed
Placing my palm on top of his head

Gripping the back of the chair, gyrating to his tongue dance
Mm…Happy Halloween to me for such a treat giving romance

Oh…yes...oh…yes…Freddie… right there my wet pussy demands
Palming my breasts with his bladed hands
Standing up, his erection pointing North in all its worth
Lifting me up, turning my body upside down, my mouth meeting his girth

Welcoming the width, loving his deep grunted sounds
His arms wrapped around my back, my mouth gloving his erection, his tongue lavishing my pussy mound
Palming his width, his dick inside my mouth moving around and around

Standing 69 fucking
I’m, throbbing, gaging, knobbing, rains of glob drooling, mouth still sucking
His tongue deep inside me, body bend back, moving while his dick is arrowing, face bucking
Michael Meyers appeared out of nowhere
Joining us, kissing up and down my back with such tender care
On the bed I go, buttocks up in the air  

Lifting my chin tenderly kissing me  
Pressing my head into his groin for my sucking tease

Freddie’s dick sliding in and out my tight ass
Moans of pleasure for any girl to ever refuse after being asked
My mouth, my ass, my fingers joining in the passion
Loving this trio tonight in all its glory fashion
Backwards to pleasure
Forward sucking his head treasure
Both channeling the lust of my fervent weather

Oh…oh…darn…baby I can’t hold on
The dick in my ass, has me far gone

Dick digging deeper, my ass hole encroaching Freddie’s slipping and sinking moves
His palm tightening to my hips, cumming in my tight cove…mm the pearly flow so smooth
Michael Meyer’s monstrous release marching down my throat to soothe
My fingers dipping farther as they roam  
With each echoing moan
Mmm... my pussy, has created, pulsated, and then rested  
My pussy juices to my fingers have been invested
Halloween such sweet inviting treats to enjoy
Two dicks in me seeking lust in my bed…sweet mercy, what a sweet ploy
Just stay hard for me…as my pussy employs

Pleasing my pussy as if I'm their favorite bedroom joy
Want some candy handsome ones, once again I could really use another hard toy… hummm... where is Jason....wink

Happy Halloween Everyone

MISS. POEM AND MR. POETRY

I want the poem to be an experience - for both the listener and for myself.
Anne Waldman

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Carl Sandburg

Such a beautiful narrative to convey
Uplifting words at the moment we just can’t say
When we are feeling down and out
A detour through life or traveling a different route
The great times we thought, some have forgot
A poem to tell you, when declaring love is a long shot
Thank you and how do you do
Verses I give you when you’re feeling down and blue
No chicken soup, but a Get Well poem for you
My romantic partner is Mr. Poetry as you can see
An appointee to the heart, the real master key
We say as we please
Words given in laughter to tease
Written narratives to caress as a soft gentle breeze
To thaw the heart during an emotional deep freeze

I take over when Miss. Poem has failed
Promises to enlighten you when your emotions have sailed

What do you mean, when Miss. Poem has failed
I am the seductive mistress of words to make you inhale and exhale
Rhymes in poetic details
Sunken emotions after reading me will be prevailed
For you Mr. Poetry, what’s your story

Well since you asked, I am the hidden words behind your daily glory
When your rhymes are no longer mandatory
My lines are allegory
It’s up to me
For you to see
The beauty in everything
From A to Z
As a poem I could do without you
Without Miss. Poem you do not have clue

As Mr. Poetry, I could stand in front of a microphone and read my pedigree
Bringing the crowds down to their knees
During open mic my words are winning
When the versus of Mr. Poetry are spinning
Yeah, but with Miss. Poem, chocolates, and wine is usually thrown in it
We are an item through and through
Your Poems and my Poetry I’m sure people feel our grove

Our emotions as we push our words
We’re like a handsome Blue Jay and a sexy Red Cardinal bird
Who could stop us
Someone who does not know the meaning of true love
Or just utter words to sink not ordained from above
No expressive reactions to discuss
Or capture the essence of the heart in an emotional rush

Miss. Poem, what are you doing tonight
SweetKittyCat is borrowing my lines for her readers as she writes
She’s giving them a piece of Miss. Poem and Mr. Poetry’s birthright
Then I’ll see you sexy come the next time around
Or, on a written narrative rebound
Hopefully, for Mr. Poetry
You’ll l find me downtown
My words read from a man to a gorgeous dame in a flimsy nightgown
In your dreams
Don’t get jealous, remember we’re a team
Where you can’t, Mr. Poetry will
Then a goodbye kiss handsome to seal this unified deal

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson

A poem can provide testimony. A poem can provide solace. It can provide a connection.
Kevin Young