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.
SELF POEM
Published
21st Aug 2014 8:55pm
21st Aug 2014 8:55pm
VERUM FORMA
(Painting: Picasso - Girl Before A Mirror, 1932
Believing
External
Attributes to be
Unconnected
To
Your authentic self
Believing
External
Attributes to be
Unconnected
To
Your authentic self
938 reads
19 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jul 2014 11:30pm
11th Jul 2014 11:30pm
UNDERSTANDING JEUX
(Inspired by "Jeux" by Debussy)
Navigating Debussy’s [font=Times New Roman]“Jeux”
disturbed by it’s chaotic rhythms
confused with its atonality
yearning to listen with her ears
plumb the depths of her understanding
feel the passion that excites
her every muscle, every tendon to dance
Aidez-moi, s'il vous plaît, à comprendre
Et voilà
on me an epiphanic light shines
the vicissitudes of life
are in the music displayed
wherein the promise of death
is the only tonic note guaranteed
our very existence
a...
Navigating Debussy’s [font=Times New Roman]“Jeux”
disturbed by it’s chaotic rhythms
confused with its atonality
yearning to listen with her ears
plumb the depths of her understanding
feel the passion that excites
her every muscle, every tendon to dance
Aidez-moi, s'il vous plaît, à comprendre
Et voilà
on me an epiphanic light shines
the vicissitudes of life
are in the music displayed
wherein the promise of death
is the only tonic note guaranteed
our very existence
a...
900 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jul 2014 7:13am
9th Jul 2014 7:13am
DATE NIGHT
(Inspired by actual events; the names have been changed because, frankly, I didn't stop to ask)
Shhhhhhh!
be very quiet
John are you sure?
sure ‘bout what?
that we’re supposed to be
you know...in here?
don’t fret Yolanda
my cousin Fred
just before he disappeared
said this is the safest place
in our world
ha ha he called it “lover’s hide-away”
a veritable Taj Mahal, he said
John?
what?
wasn’t the Taj Mahal
built as a mausoleum?
a mouse-o-what? ...
Shhhhhhh!
be very quiet
John are you sure?
sure ‘bout what?
that we’re supposed to be
you know...in here?
don’t fret Yolanda
my cousin Fred
just before he disappeared
said this is the safest place
in our world
ha ha he called it “lover’s hide-away”
a veritable Taj Mahal, he said
John?
what?
wasn’t the Taj Mahal
built as a mausoleum?
a mouse-o-what? ...
838 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st May 2014 8:41am
31st May 2014 8:41am
COVETOUS
To covet your love is a sin I know
like one left dying in the desert heat
in vain I try to not covet the snow
my need for you is as strong and complete
When I come near oh how your eyes do shine
as one sincerely happy to see me
in your gaze my real and dream worlds align
and my imprisoned true self is set free
No sweeter sound in all nature exists
than my name by your alluring lips formed
seductive siren I cannot resist
by your healing kisses I am reborn
For your love I would risk a fall from grace
to now and always look upon...
like one left dying in the desert heat
in vain I try to not covet the snow
my need for you is as strong and complete
When I come near oh how your eyes do shine
as one sincerely happy to see me
in your gaze my real and dream worlds align
and my imprisoned true self is set free
No sweeter sound in all nature exists
than my name by your alluring lips formed
seductive siren I cannot resist
by your healing kisses I am reborn
For your love I would risk a fall from grace
to now and always look upon...
929 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2014 8:02am
8th May 2014 8:02am
THE BOARDWALK
Click clack click clack click clack
my libidinous roller coaster heart
ascends the minutes
eagerly anticipating
the thrill of your loving eyes
gazing conspiratorially
into my own
electrifying my desire
smiling as a cool sea breeze
of amorous thought
refreshes my soul
gulls screaming
echo the sounds of our passion
At the summit
the spell is cast
and there you are
seated next to me
as one body we freefall
plunging into the sultry abyss
of erotic bliss
a deep pulsing...
my libidinous roller coaster heart
ascends the minutes
eagerly anticipating
the thrill of your loving eyes
gazing conspiratorially
into my own
electrifying my desire
smiling as a cool sea breeze
of amorous thought
refreshes my soul
gulls screaming
echo the sounds of our passion
At the summit
the spell is cast
and there you are
seated next to me
as one body we freefall
plunging into the sultry abyss
of erotic bliss
a deep pulsing...
980 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Mar 2014 6:56am
21st Mar 2014 6:56am
LONGTIME LOVERS
Everyday my lover takes me out
sometimes we stay at his place
just me and him
I am most happy
when we spend time alone
Often he massages my entire body
on occasion he uses oil
captivated am I by the sensation
of strong hands sliding
along my soft, voluptuous curves
leaving no part untouched
inside I giggle when his fingers
run up and down my spine
I thrill as he reaches for his bow
beginning slowly
he glides his stiff stick
across my vibrating strings
contentedly I hum ...
sometimes we stay at his place
just me and him
I am most happy
when we spend time alone
Often he massages my entire body
on occasion he uses oil
captivated am I by the sensation
of strong hands sliding
along my soft, voluptuous curves
leaving no part untouched
inside I giggle when his fingers
run up and down my spine
I thrill as he reaches for his bow
beginning slowly
he glides his stiff stick
across my vibrating strings
contentedly I hum ...
1338 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Mar 2014 00:57am
7th Mar 2014 00:57am
ITINERANT LOTHARIO
1756 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Mar 2014 5:34am
5th Mar 2014 5:34am
AURORUM
The storm now passed
leaves the Winter air
fresh and crisp
the now clean streets
baptized by driving rain
are empty, silent
opaque light appears
in awakening windows
shrouded in condensation
a new day dawns in this
our village, our home
peopled by poets, wordsmiths
interpreters of the human condition
sensual spelunkers
ascending ever deeper
into warm caverns of intimacy
explorers of passion’s mysteries
provocateurs of our baser instincts
angels tying finger strings
reminding us
of our heavenly provenance
our...
leaves the Winter air
fresh and crisp
the now clean streets
baptized by driving rain
are empty, silent
opaque light appears
in awakening windows
shrouded in condensation
a new day dawns in this
our village, our home
peopled by poets, wordsmiths
interpreters of the human condition
sensual spelunkers
ascending ever deeper
into warm caverns of intimacy
explorers of passion’s mysteries
provocateurs of our baser instincts
angels tying finger strings
reminding us
of our heavenly provenance
our...
974 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jan 2014 5:16am
21st Jan 2014 5:16am
NEED
It’s the Vesuvius of my thoughts
sudden earthquake of emotion
balloon burst of too long harboured resentment
Old Faithful of memories
tidal wave of emotion
fire cracker of wit
champagne POP! of joy
sweet orgasm of love
tea pot whistling my tune
wind chime of solitude
pealing bells of spirituality
lanced boil of pain
baby’s cry of depression
lion’s roar of angst
sneeze of imagination
rolling thunder of sadness
lightning strike of passion
like a speeding train
it can’t be stopped
I need to write poetry
on this...
sudden earthquake of emotion
balloon burst of too long harboured resentment
Old Faithful of memories
tidal wave of emotion
fire cracker of wit
champagne POP! of joy
sweet orgasm of love
tea pot whistling my tune
wind chime of solitude
pealing bells of spirituality
lanced boil of pain
baby’s cry of depression
lion’s roar of angst
sneeze of imagination
rolling thunder of sadness
lightning strike of passion
like a speeding train
it can’t be stopped
I need to write poetry
on this...
783 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jan 2014 00:38am
17th Jan 2014 00:38am
MY REFLECTION
(My entry for Miss_sub's 4x4 competition; like my title, my assigned topic was my reflection0
Confronted by his haunting stare
like a personal “Picture of Dorian Gray”
descended from the attic
now hanging over my bathroom sink
The deep worry-line incised in his forehead
bloodshot eyes festooned by dark bags
pock scarred, pale cheeks
all illuminated, accentuated by the incandescent vanity lights
My ever present doppelganger
well practiced in the art of deception
his bipolar objective is to at times decimate my ego
or carefully lull...
Confronted by his haunting stare
like a personal “Picture of Dorian Gray”
descended from the attic
now hanging over my bathroom sink
The deep worry-line incised in his forehead
bloodshot eyes festooned by dark bags
pock scarred, pale cheeks
all illuminated, accentuated by the incandescent vanity lights
My ever present doppelganger
well practiced in the art of deception
his bipolar objective is to at times decimate my ego
or carefully lull...
779 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2014 6:46am
16th Jan 2014 6:46am
GASTRONOMIC OFFENSES
CRUNCH! CHOMP! SLURP! GULP! POP!
a horrid cacophony
gnawing on my ears
a horrid cacophony
gnawing on my ears
756 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jan 2014 11:59pm
14th Jan 2014 11:59pm
YOU TO ACHIEVE
Say how many times
I need say you’re beautiful
before you believe?
How many mountains
to their summit must I climb
to prove my true love?
How deep must I dive
in the most profound ocean
till your heart is won?
What great feats of thought
or discernment of feeling
will satiate your mind?
How tender my touch
how electric my kisses
will feed your passion?
I need say you’re beautiful
before you believe?
How many mountains
to their summit must I climb
to prove my true love?
How deep must I dive
in the most profound ocean
till your heart is won?
What great feats of thought
or discernment of feeling
will satiate your mind?
How tender my touch
how electric my kisses
will feed your passion?
751 reads
10 Comments
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