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Fire of Insight
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Poetry Contest

My favorite vacation down memory lane

The purpose of a vacation is to have the time to rest. But many of us, even when we go on vacation, don't know how to rest. We may even come back more tired than before we left

Everyone takes vacations
BUT there is one vacation
you will never forget that wonderful amazing experience

Write me a poem
About your favorite vacation ?

Good luck guy's
Anything goes

Fire of Insight
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Passion's Drum

a story, in verse

Her tan complete, and feeling good,
She stood and stretched herself
She likes sunbathing fully nude
Displaying beauty’s wealth

She then retreated to the shade
And watched the men stroll by
There she sipped on lemonade,
to choose one for tonight

Although this section of the beach
Is clothing optional
Nude sunbathers will be In Breach
Of Law for acts more carnal!

He was tan and muscular
He felt her hungry stare
Her beauty made his manhood stir
And rise up in the air!

As he stood before her gaze
His rod erect and throbbing
Its rhythm set her lust ablaze
Her heartbeat matched its bobbing

Beset by Passion’s Drum of war
Succumbing to the beat
Entranced, and like a common whore,
She kneeled before his feet

Her eyes met his and, in her need,
All modesty unlocked
The public’s eyes, she did not heed,
And kissed his cadent cock!

They collapsed there in the sand
Both lost to passion’s beat
Their carnal concert was unplanned
No thought to be discreet!

They did not notice as a crowd
Of voyeurs, filth, and slime
Gathered ‘round to clap their hands
And started marking time!

The tempo of coition grew
Encouraged by the crowd
Chanting as they watched her screw
This man, so well-endowed!

She took him in her velvet mound
And clenched his ample girth
While voicing blissful, carnal sounds
As voyeurs cheered with mirth!

He thrust his manhood, with some strength,
Within her treasured place
She failed to harbor all his length
While humping, most unchaste!

The rhythm of her moans of lust
Enraptured all the crowd!
By sand, and sticky spunk, nonplussed
She fucked him, lewd and loud!

Climaxing once, then three times more,
Then lost in his embrace
Her sated mind first hears the roaring
crowd, to her disgrace!

As reason makes its slow return
Her public shame grows clear
The voyeurs’ cheer now turns to spurn
With ugly taunts and jeers

Some call out “whore!” and “show us more!”
She hides her face in shame
Recognized by folk she knows
They call her out by name!

Her partner is not fazed by this
attention, ‘till he sees
Her shame has overtaken bliss!
He picks her up with ease!

Walking quickly through the crowd
He carries her away
Past horny men who taunt too loud
By jealousy betrayed

Before they reach the dressing rooms
beyond the sand dune’s crest
Her disgrace becomes her doom!
They are placed under arrest!

Crowds watch as she is led away
Debased, in handcuffs’ lock
Because her lust led her astray
To fuck a throbbing cock!

Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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Tyrant of Words
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Mmm... Mr.Sandman

Night has fallen
The awakening of serenity enclosed tranquility
Specks of midnight dust welcoming a blissfulness on the majestic horizon
Naked in solitude  
Thoughts submerged by the vastness of rumbling oceanic waves  
My feet upon the dew of sand
Calloused palms gently roving up the soles of my feet
Seductively slithering up the path of toned ebony thighs
Deep pants of anticipation breathlessly echoed
Mr. Sandman caressing the treasured femininity of a heated need
Soft licks to the garden of my tropical paradise
Palming the back of my upper thighs  
Pulling me into sweet quivers of undaunted passion
Indulging on the sweet nectar of his temptation
My heightened lust
The bed of earth worshipping my spine
A beckoning tidal wave of ecstasy
Washing over me, enticing me, sending me
Engulfing sunken pools of yearning to plunge into
Whispers of promises to give, take  
Intermingling of such sweetened offerings  
Mentally bewitched, my body yielding unto obedience
Tender lazy kisses coating the temple of my Chi
The peaks of my breasts his lips to claim
Mouthing my nipples for the taking
My thighs opening unto the key of him unlocking the fountain of my seeping craving
Navigating the abandonment compass of such wicked desires
Sliding into the divinity of my whimpering ecstasy  
Clenching him tighter with the need to be dominated
To be netted, completed
Mesmerized, captivated, seduced in the realm of reality
Body awakened, praised  
Mr. Sandman’s girth sinking deeper
The hilt of climatic inoculation getting wetter, slicker
Legs entwined cocooning the epitome of manly perfection
Back arched, eyes closed, body set aflame  
The moonlight casting its powers to be for this enchanting lover’s game
Potion d’amour
Its allurement to the cosmic, we give, senses aligned  
The hunger to quiet the raging storm exploded
Silken rapture of a soft rainfall imploded
Two souls attuned to the calling of physical joviality
Mr. Sandman …. fulfilling my reality, pleasing me as a vivid wet dream
Groaning out my name over and over, his erection dipping deeper into a butter rum warm stream  
Making me surrender, my body gyrating unto a submissive soft scream
Pussy dripping with a honey lickable cream
Gently blowing away as the sands of time flows
Sighs of contentment until the night he goes
Harken unto the still of the night
The break of dawn coveting the blessing beyond the horizon  
The awakening of serenity enclosed tranquility
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Tyrant of Words
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I wrote this piece while relaxing on the beach feeling the animalistic pleasure of letting the sand sift through my fingers, rubbing the gritty grains up my thighs and allowing my mind to drift into an erotic abyss to come up with Mr. Sandman, my sweet twist on the desire he provoked on the bed of white sands


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Old Soul

I saw her on a south west Florida shore
Sittin' in the sun by the fallen driftwood
A free sprit and definitely not the girl next door  
With a smile from her, I knew just where I stood  
Sitting beside her as the waves crashed against our skin  
She was wearing a white beach dress with a blue feather in her hair  
We talked about the old days and how Tom Petty was her friend  
We shared a bottle of rum, but it was the smoke that took her there  
She had a young girl's heart in an old soul  
Dreamed of innocence and rock and roll  
She said as a child I only counted blue cars
Now I live to overcome these permanent scars  
So live by the sun, Love by the moon, dance by the stars  
We watched the sunset as she took my hand  
Under that full moon we never felt so alive  
We found comfort in the warmth of the sand  
By morning light she was gone with the tide  
She had a young girl's heart in an old soul  
Dreamed of innocence and rock and roll  
She said as a child I only counted blue cars
Now I live to overcome these permanent scars  
So live by the sun, Love by the moon, dance by the stars  
( instrumental)  
As I walk alone on this shore, I can still hear the echoes of her voice  
If you wanna love me, let your spirit be with mine  
You won't see me tomorrow, but you'll feel me for a lifetime  
She had a young girl's heart in an old soul  
Dreamed of innocence and rock and roll  
She said as a child I only counted blue cars
Now I live to overcome these permanent scars  
So live by the sun, Love by the moon, dance by the stars  
Written by buddydog (buddydog H Faulk III)
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The Peace Bell

Nestled between two canyons in the mountains,
The temple stands with a glorious silence,
Up here, you can only hear the wind,
Whispering something old to your soul.
Up here, away from the bustle of the city
There is a peace that’s quiet and unheard,
It’s a place where you can focus and meditate,
Finding compassion for the world.
Inside the temple amid the jade and incense,
There is a reverence that no words can express,
The mind then seems to feel a balance,
Up here where the silence fills your breath.
The Buddhist Zen temple is a hidden treasure,
That in nature a man can calmly contemplate,
Finding a solace that clears the mind,
Which lights the path toward purpose.
And there is the wind again, whispering softly,
As a lizard crawls over a rock,
As two squirrels run between trees,
An eagle glides high in the the cool breeze.
I stare at the top of the hills, green and lush,
Looking for the sound of the invisible wind,
Feeling the gentle caress embrace my face,
Thinking to myself, this is a good place.
My sons then rang the peace bell,
The timbre like an ohm resonates deep,
And I in awe of the place watch quietly,
As a little white butterfly passes my by.
Written by wallyroo92
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Was it
three day outing?
He can't remember;
his thinning memory betrays him...

It, surely, was a group outing
- that photo proved it -
a photo he does not possess,
a photo he, certainly, had seen
a long time ago...

in bathing suit
seated on a beach chair
perhaps, at a near by island
surrounded by
three, or four, or five girls...

Who were they?
Neighborhood friends?
But, what high school from?
For his life, he cannot conclude...

One was combing his hair
One, or two manicuring his extended fingers
The remaining
- knees deep in the sand -
pedicuring his shy toe nails;
that much, he remembers clearly...

Staged photo shootout?
A game of awkward adolescent eroticisms?
Fading memory of a photo,
or, of the moment?...
Written by takis1917
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D.C. Memory

It snowed today in D.C.
I saw a weather broadcast on TV
Sweet memories it brought to mind
Walking in the snow arm in arm
Our private little holiday in the National Mall
Throwing snow balls in the Smithsonian statue garden
Envious looks from lonely people
Others sharing secret smiles
I heard one say
“Look how much they are in love.”
It’s the wonderful times like this that i remember
Delightful feelings
Beautiful times
Have not
Will not
Fade Away
Written by SilverBeaver_42
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