Submissions by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing poetry is the catalyst in my quest for authenticity and the conduit through which I express my deepest thoughts and emotions.
FOUR AT THE FENCE
Hey guys!
What’s you looking at
Oh HER, ain't she fine
lovely dark brown eyes
broad kind smile
seductive whinny
luxurious long chestnut mane
looks so sexy whipping in the wind
beautiful curves
playful tail
The pale, hairless, two-legged creature
says she stands 16 hands from her withers
Whatever that means
Oh and she’s got good teeth
So are you gonna ask her out?
Who me? Nah ...
What’s you looking at
Oh HER, ain't she fine
lovely dark brown eyes
broad kind smile
seductive whinny
luxurious long chestnut mane
looks so sexy whipping in the wind
beautiful curves
playful tail
The pale, hairless, two-legged creature
says she stands 16 hands from her withers
Whatever that means
Oh and she’s got good teeth
So are you gonna ask her out?
Who me? Nah ...
#lust
#sex
#dreams
#freedom
#admiration
622 reads
19 Comments
TURN THE KEY- Written with the incomparable _shadoe_ (Koshka)
(A repost)
Danseur noble, awaken
this music box ballerina
trapped
in a figurante's tour lent...
... light a fire in
my enamel eyes
and breathe life into
my lithe frame
so i might leave
my matchbox stage
to learn the choreography
of your desires
Caress me in cinquième
and teach me
the gentle notes of
your adagio kiss
until my hands roam
in allegro restlessness
when edged by
the sweet friction
of your balançoire embrace
...
Danseur noble, awaken
this music box ballerina
trapped
in a figurante's tour lent...
... light a fire in
my enamel eyes
and breathe life into
my lithe frame
so i might leave
my matchbox stage
to learn the choreography
of your desires
Caress me in cinquième
and teach me
the gentle notes of
your adagio kiss
until my hands roam
in allegro restlessness
when edged by
the sweet friction
of your balançoire embrace
...
646 reads
2 Comments
SENRYU: Quare patiatur?
To endure, make do
feel unworthy of the fix
all deserve repair
feel unworthy of the fix
all deserve repair
494 reads
4 Comments
COUNTRY MATTERS
Deep rumbles of thunder
natures timpani
usher in dark gray clouds
heavy with rain
streaks of lightning
slash the Summer sky
the smell of damp earth
mixed with wet hay
refresh and comfort the scene
intermittent moans of passion sound
mid the whistling wind
coursing through gaps
in the sun-bleached red planks
of the ancient barn
she hovers over him
her hair the golden color
of the straw that makes
their lover’s bed
like a newborn babe
he suckles...
natures timpani
usher in dark gray clouds
heavy with rain
streaks of lightning
slash the Summer sky
the smell of damp earth
mixed with wet hay
refresh and comfort the scene
intermittent moans of passion sound
mid the whistling wind
coursing through gaps
in the sun-bleached red planks
of the ancient barn
she hovers over him
her hair the golden color
of the straw that makes
their lover’s bed
like a newborn babe
he suckles...
1036 reads
18 Comments
TELEPATH’S DILEMMA
Where is she? With whom?
Content gaze on nothing fixed
Better dream than know
Content gaze on nothing fixed
Better dream than know
#love
#relationships
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
616 reads
17 Comments
SENRYU SENSELESS
Our prayers are with you
you still have rights to bear arms
hey let's go golfing
you still have rights to bear arms
hey let's go golfing
676 reads
9 Comments
962 reads
14 Comments
SUM OF MY PARTS
Who am I?
An ever changing answer
I am confused on this point
These are the parts of my equation
I am a prototypical Peter Pan
Ever the six year old
Frozen in time by the death
Of a loving mother
I am an Edgar Allen Poe subject
Unable to shake the pall of doom
I am the second grade Don Juan
Wooing his young Andrea
I am the boy in the attic
Making love to a blue-green vibrator
Finding joy and peace in the sensation
I am the fifteen year old dishwasher
Yearning for the touch of a...
An ever changing answer
I am confused on this point
These are the parts of my equation
I am a prototypical Peter Pan
Ever the six year old
Frozen in time by the death
Of a loving mother
I am an Edgar Allen Poe subject
Unable to shake the pall of doom
I am the second grade Don Juan
Wooing his young Andrea
I am the boy in the attic
Making love to a blue-green vibrator
Finding joy and peace in the sensation
I am the fifteen year old dishwasher
Yearning for the touch of a...
#mirror
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfReflection
1076 reads
13 Comments
MORNING SHOWER
Slightly shuddering
as the first cold burst
collides with her skin
consequent goose bumps
soon disappear
washed away
by the now warm water
Enlivened she is
by the soothing stream
she sweetly hums
a Puccini aria
as the crystal drops
cascade as if racing
to lovingly saturate
her every curve
A botanical scent
permeates the steamy air
as she lathers
her lustrous hair
appearing as golden straw
in the midst
of billowing white clouds
suds fall onto white...
as the first cold burst
collides with her skin
consequent goose bumps
soon disappear
washed away
by the now warm water
Enlivened she is
by the soothing stream
she sweetly hums
a Puccini aria
as the crystal drops
cascade as if racing
to lovingly saturate
her every curve
A botanical scent
permeates the steamy air
as she lathers
her lustrous hair
appearing as golden straw
in the midst
of billowing white clouds
suds fall onto white...
952 reads
11 Comments
SOLITARY ECSTASY
(A repost)
Tick...tick...tick
the mantle clock
punctuates my solitude
droplets of life
plummeting down the drain
Sitting lost
in the romantic
labyrinth of her poetry
steeped in the sensuality
of each erotic phrase
every syllable
a passionate kiss
words combine
to make palpable
her voluptuous
naked form
soft, smooth skin
undulating breasts
womanly scented
hot -house flower
its sweet taste
lingering on my lips
each petal electrified
by my fingertips
...
Tick...tick...tick
the mantle clock
punctuates my solitude
droplets of life
plummeting down the drain
Sitting lost
in the romantic
labyrinth of her poetry
steeped in the sensuality
of each erotic phrase
every syllable
a passionate kiss
words combine
to make palpable
her voluptuous
naked form
soft, smooth skin
undulating breasts
womanly scented
hot -house flower
its sweet taste
lingering on my lips
each petal electrified
by my fingertips
...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#spiritual
#lover
1017 reads
11 Comments
The Models
They stand for hours on raised platforms
surrounded by a sea of easels and canvas
striking classic romanesque poses
two modern goddesses on display
whilst, with brush and colorful palette
budding artists attempt to capture their beauty
One with golden red ringlets
framing her cherubic cheeks
her skin a creamy white porcelain
naked save her sedate smile
nipples erect on circular fields of pink
her left hand cupping her right breast
her legs close together in a Venus-like stance ...
surrounded by a sea of easels and canvas
striking classic romanesque poses
two modern goddesses on display
whilst, with brush and colorful palette
budding artists attempt to capture their beauty
One with golden red ringlets
framing her cherubic cheeks
her skin a creamy white porcelain
naked save her sedate smile
nipples erect on circular fields of pink
her left hand cupping her right breast
her legs close together in a Venus-like stance ...
#love
#girlfriend
#women
#LifeStruggles
#art
933 reads
10 Comments
AMOUREUX SE RENCONTRENT
Here in Bordeaux France
Wine writer, freelance
Hoping for romance
Crowded café glance
Blessed happenstance
She’s the one perchance
Beauty to entrance
Smile pleasure grants
Poised, alluring stance
Hepburn capri pants
Figure do enhance
Simple elegance
Sans extravagance
Seizing circumstance
Crossing the expanse
breathing in advance
Her heady fragrance
Screaming take the chance
Hi, my name is Lance
Do you like to dance?
Wine writer, freelance
Hoping for romance
Crowded café glance
Blessed happenstance
She’s the one perchance
Beauty to entrance
Smile pleasure grants
Poised, alluring stance
Hepburn capri pants
Figure do enhance
Simple elegance
Sans extravagance
Seizing circumstance
Crossing the expanse
breathing in advance
Her heady fragrance
Screaming take the chance
Hi, my name is Lance
Do you like to dance?
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfReflection
887 reads
12 Comments
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