Passionate Poetry

[DarkEmpress]

Dear Yeishia,

Please find my contribution. There is nothing as bittersweet as passion lost.

DB


Memory

Silence enfolds me …
Wrapping me in its welcome embrace
My mind finds it hard to see
Past the loving image of your face

I wish you were here
To hold me in your warm embrace
The slow path of a tear
Making its way across my face

Memories howl through my mind
Your scent lingers in every room
The life we had is left behind
Our bright future never destined to bloom

The sound threatens to break through
Your voice echo in my mind
“I will always love you …”
It’s hard to leave the past behind

So hard …

My finger trails across a picture of you
Our smiles glistening in the sunlight

I wish I was there too …

 

[yeishia]

Welcome to my world 'D'


That was simply .....


I have no words

Hmmmm so lovely thank you........

Please do not be a stranger to this thread!

 

[yeishia]

Incurable Romantic

Listen; do you hear it not?
Fast beating heart with fluid hot?
'Tis at your presence that such is so;
A gentle kiss would staunch the flow.

Beads of sweat bead on my brow
As you whisper soft and low
And place a kiss upon my lips,
Gentle hands upon my hips.

Down are drawn we to the floor
Whilst our spirits rise and soar.
Deeper sink we into bliss
With shorter pause between each kiss.

My mind races with fevered thought;
I found the one for which I sought.
I gasp for mighty droughts of air,
As you nibble on my ear.

I slip my arms about your waist;
Never a moment do we waste.
Your nails trace furrows down my back,
And I lose myself in eyes so black.

What is that annoying sound?
I float away and look around.
The plastic beast has worked its charm;
I smash the cold and vile alarm.

Things are never as they seem,
But I miss the Lady of my dreams.
I ready myself for another day
And go about my lonely way.
​

Alastair Adamson

Wouldn't it be nice to stay in the dream state...no intrusions much control?​

 

[yeishia]

Dedicated to My Master on this the evening of my official collaring: a coming out of sorts

My Submission

I kneel, a supplicant before you
my will
offered up to you in quiet acquiescence
awaiting your approval
or your reproach
The fine line between pleasure and pain
becomes ever sweeter with your control
with every touch, kiss, word
smoldering embers are kindled
tormenting desires awakened
I quiver
captured by heat and hunger
bend me to your will
my Master
show me what you most desire
My purpose is but to serve
through your dominion I find myself
You are the Master of my essence
the keeper of my soul!




yeishia ​

 

[yeishia]

I was inspired to add this because of my visit to Velvet's Lounge​

Nightwind

Come, my love, and take the wings of night
To catch the sprinkled stars along thy flight.
The high road,
The blood road,
From the world's beginning.
Come ride the wind with me
Until the stars are dimming.


Come run with me along the edge of heaven's fire
From the dawning of the night until its funeral pyre.
The high road,
The blood road,
From the world's beginning.
The wild way, the wind's way
With the gray wolves grinning.


Come fly with me, my love, and never tire
When the juice of life meets heaven's ire.
The red road,
The blood road,
From the world's beginning.
Come taste of life! Come fear no death
Until the stars are dimming!

Elena Alecsandri.
​

 

[Ladythunder]

One for your thread. It was written long ago under another name here at Lit, but it suits these days so I shall share it.


Never Again

Never will I love again
The way that I loved you
For I would have to be a fool
To believe in love again

A dreamer I am chasing
Heart breaks knowing
That I will just end up
With a heartache endlessly

So give up, yes give in
When all you get is hurt
Maybe if I quit then I
Will be the one who wins

Tomorrow will be another day
And I may change my mind
But in the pain I feel
I will never love again

Who cares I do
Why when I've been hurt
Well I don't know
But I wont let myself love

Forget forgive but never shall I heal
From the knife pushed into me
Do I care yes I do
But no longer will I love you

 

[yeishia]

Thank you LT for that beautiful offering

"Never will I love again
The way that I loved you"

*sigh*

 

[yeishia]

Fire

Oh my love! I have breathed you in
Through the pores of my love - quenched skin;
For ours was not a moon laden with honey.
It was a moon bursting with fire,
Satiated by the drippings
Of our mutual desire.

Oh my love! You course through my veins,
Intermingled with what blood remains.
No longer does my heart pump that vital potion.
It crests your love like a waving ocean,
Bounding to shore with impassioned force;
Returning to its aortic source.

Oh my love! To what do I rush
To a desperate school girl's crush?
A pounding tsunami crashing my heart's shores?
A woman's passions sweating musk from my pores?
Which? I cry to the deaf - mute choir?
True love or unrestrained desire?

Oh my love! In which is it filed?
In the whimsy of a fickle child?
In an immature girl's intimate embrace?
Or in a woman's passionate grace?
Enlighten my aortic route.
Swell my love. Erase my doubt.​

Shariffa​

 

[slippedhalo]

The Great Reveal A.M.B-V



Felt the breeze,
as it blew away the clouds of smoky mist
laying bare the truth beneath.
The sidewalk is hardly a sidewalk but a cracked, crooked path, soiled and littered,
warning you to 'beware' with every step.
The mist,
it whispers in the dawn, shouts drunken blasphemy,
slurred solicitously at no one in particular by night,
and in the golden light of day...
...it simply sleeps,
waiting
...to one day show it's face...
...safe from the spittle, trash, and heavy boots of the maddened mob.

The truth can wait longer than a lie.
For, it never dies.

 

[slippedhalo]

Read These Words...A.M.B-V

We meet here
under the pretense of play
but there are more serious notions at work here.
We are in need of reaching out and touching a neighbor, a brother, sister, friend...
...We find solace in the words on a screen, making lovers from prose and fiction...
They become real,
They sing to our tired spirits and renew them.
Words have such power when you let them in.
For, when all is said and done, we are but actors and the words here have become our lines.
And, each and every one of us has a moment of truth behind the facade
when another touches our heart with their own text
and we cannot deny the reaction is as real as if they'd reached out and caressed...
Words have such power
such power when you let them...
...let them in.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin;
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in;
Lift me like an olive branch; be my homeward dove:
Dance me to the end of love.

Let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone;
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon;
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of:
Dance me to the end of love.
...
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin;
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in;
Touch me with your naked hand; touch me with your glove:
Dance me to the end of love.

from Leonard Cohen's "Dance Me to the End of Love"

 

[yeishia]

Read These Words...A.M.B-V

We meet here
under the pretense of play
but there are more serious notions at work here.
We are in need of reaching out and touching a neighbor, a brother, sister, friend...
...We find solace in the words on a screen, making lovers from prose and fiction...
They become real,
They sing to our tired spirits and renew them.
Words have such power when you let them in.
For, when all is said and done, we are but actors and the words here have become our lines.
And, each and every one of us has a moment of truth behind the facade
when another touches our heart with their own text
and we cannot deny the reaction is as real as if they'd reached out and caressed...
Words have such power
such power when you let them...
...let them in.

My dear Halo ..you read my thoughts...so true...thank you for writing this

 

[EesomeBeastie]

The Pink Drink Song

Inspired by the Pink Dream drink that Yeishia imbibes at the China Pearly Inn thread, I hacked the lyrics of the old song Lily the Pink to create this, something lighthearted and fun!

The Pink Drink Song
(To the tune of Lily the Pink)

Chorus:
We’ll drink, we’ll drink, we’ll drink,
The drink that is pink, is pink, is pink,
The saviour of the human ra-a-ace,
For it doth make you,
Feel wonderf’lly randy,
Most efficacious in every case!

Brother Tony was terribly boney,
And was afraid to strip for Cla-a-aire,
But then they gave him a shot of the pink drink,
And now he shags her everywhere!

Chorus

Poor Uncle Pa-aul, so dreadfully sma-all,
He was the shortest man in to-o-own,
But then they gave him a shot of the pink drink,
And now he’s waving it around!

Chorus

Johnny Hammer had such a bad stammer,
He would never talk to chi-i-icks,
But when they gave him a shot of the pink drink,
He thought to stammer whilst he licks!

Chorus[/QUOTE]

 

[yeishia]

Beastie I am delighted with your ditty!

I thank you so much for sending it to me, it cheered me up more than you can know

 

[slippedhalo]

Inspired by the Pink Dream drink that Yeishia imbibes at the China Pearly Inn thread, I hacked the lyrics of the old song Lily the Pink to create this, something lighthearted and fun!

The Pink Drink Song
(To the tune of Lily the Pink)

Chorus:
We’ll drink, we’ll drink, we’ll drink,
The drink that is pink, is pink, is pink,
The saviour of the human ra-a-ace,
For it doth make you,
Feel wonderf’lly randy,
Most efficacious in every case!

Brother Tony was terribly boney,
And was afraid to strip for Cla-a-aire,
But then they gave him a shot of the pink drink,
And now he shags her everywhere!

Chorus

Poor Uncle Pa-aul, so dreadfully sma-all,
He was the shortest man in to-o-own,
But then they gave him a shot of the pink drink,
And now he’s waving it around!

Chorus

Johnny Hammer had such a bad stammer,
He would never talk to chi-i-icks,
But when they gave him a shot of the pink drink,
He thought to stammer whilst he licks!

Chorus

[/QUOTE]

LOL, I hope it becomes a pub classic, Beastie!

 

[yeishia]

So do I

 

[yeishia]

This poem was translated from Chinese by Tony Barnstone and Chou Ping...enjoy!​

The Poem of Huizhen

A thin moon pierces the window lattice
and firefly lights appear in the jade sky.
Where the far sky begins is all silky distance.
The low trees emerge as a dark blur of green.
Dragon songs swirl through the courtyard bamboo
as phoenix songs touch parasol trees by the well.
Thin fog descends like silk gauze.
In slight wind the sound of jade rings is heard.
The Royal Mother of the West trails a dark red train.
Her maids carry cloud-shaped jade in their hands.
Deep in the night, people all are quiet.
Our meeting is like dawn, though rain is drizzling.
Pearl light shines from her decorated shoes,
flowers peek from her embroidered clothes,
her jeweled hairpin is a colored phoenix,
and her silk shawl covers a red rainbow.
She says she’s from Yao Hua Garden
and is on pilgrimage to the Jade Emperor’s palace.
Because she took a tour to Luo City
she happened to come here, east of Song family.
When I flirt with her she resists at first.
but soft feelings already secretly connect us.
When she bows her hair it seems the shadows of cicadas move.
As she walks about her jade stocking are gilded with dust.
When she turns it’s like snowflakes swirling.
On the bed we embrace through silk
and like Mandarin ducks dance with our necks twined.
Like two kinds of jade, we go well together,
though her dark eyebrows knit frequently in shyness.
Her warm red lips feel like they are melting.
I taste her breath like a fragrant orchid,
her creamy skin, her full jade flesh.
She feels strengthless, unable to move even a wrist,
though she’s so sensitive that her body tenses.
The light of her sweat is like pearls.
Her tangled hair is loose and black.
Happiness like this comes once in a thousand years.
But now we hear the fifth beat of the night drum.
We want to stay, but time is scarce,
We are so close that it is hard to stop.
Her face is sorrow
and her words promise faithfulness.
She gives me ring to remember this time,
ties a knot, to say our hearts are twined.
Her tears drop on the mirror
and around the guttering lamp insects swirl.
The dawn light comes slowly
and the rising sun starts to show.
She flies back to Luo on the back of a crane
and plays a vertical flute on Song Mountain.
My clothes are fragrant as if dyed with musk.
There are red stains still on the pillow.
Standing in front of the grass in the pond,
my thoughts are floating far away.
I hear a harp crying and complaining like a crane.
gaze at the clear River of Stars and hope to see her crane returning.
But the ocean is too broad to cross
and the sky is too high to soar above,
so like a floating cloud with nowhere to go
I walk back inside the tower.


by Yuan Zhen (779-831)​

 

[VampiricTouch]

Thank you for sharing that piece...Yeishia! I really enjoyed reading it!!

 

[yeishia]

I am so glad you enjoyed it VT ..it spoke to me

 

[yeishia]

Star of my Life

A look from you is as blinding as the sun,
As stunning as your eyes I lose myself in.
A look from you is as pure as the clear blue sky,
When I'm with you.

Every minute I'm not around you,
I feel like I left something behind.
Every time I'm not looking at you,
I feel like I am blind.

A smile from you is as electrifying as the moon,
A smile from you is as calming as the stars in the sky,
You are the love of my life!

unknown ​

 

[yeishia]

Li Bai's verse embodies the romantic cliches of freedom, spontaneity and defiance of convention; I found four different translations of this his most famous poem and have included them all enjoy​

Li Bai

Amidst the Flowers a Jug of Wine

月下獨酌 花間一壺酒


I pour alone lacking companionship.
So raising the cup I invite the Moon,
Then turn to my shadow which makes three of us.
Because the Moon does not know how to drink,
My shadow merely follows the movement of my body.
The moon has brought the shadow to keep me company a while,
The practice of mirth should keep pace with spring.
I start a song and the moon begins to reel,
I rise and dance and the shadow moves grotesquely.
While I'm still conscious let's rejoice with one another,
After I'm drunk let each one go his way.
Let us bind ourselves for ever for passionless journeyings.
Let us swear to meet again far in the Milky Way.

By Tang Poet: 李 白 (Li Bai) (701-762)

Drinking Alone by Moonlight​

​

月下獨酌 (Same poem)

Translated by Laijon Liu


花間一壺酒。A pot of wine, under the flower bush;[/SIZE][/FONT][/I]
獨酌無相親。 I drank alone without a friend.
舉杯邀明月。 Raised my cup to toast the bright moon,
對影成三人。 And greeted my shadow for we were three friends.
月既不解飲。 But the moon did not drink my wine;
影徒隨我身。 And my shadow followed me in vain.
暫伴月將影。 For my temporal company, the moon and my shadow,
行樂須及春。 We must share our happiness for this springtime.
我歌月徘徊。 So I sang, then the moon started to wander,
我舞影零亂。 I danced, and my shadow wildly swung.
醒時同交歡。 While we were awake, we shared the fun;
醉後各分散。 After we were drunk, each left to his way.
永結無情遊。 May our unaffected affection forever journeys,
相期邈雲漢。 Until we meet in the vast cloudy Milky Way.




Arthur Waley’s Translation

花間一壺酒。 A cup of wine, under the flowering trees;
獨酌無相親。 I drink alone, for no friend is near.
舉杯邀明月。 Raising my cup I beckon the bright moon,
對影成三人。 For her, with my shadow, will make three men.
月既不解飲。 The moon, alas, is no drinker of wine;
影徒隨我身。 Listless, my shadow creeps about at my side.
暫伴月將影。 Yet with the moon as friend and the shadow as slave
行樂須及春。 I must make merry before the Spring is spent.
我歌月徘徊。 To the songs I sing the moon flickers her beams;
我舞影零亂。 In the dance I weave my shadow tangles and breaks.
醒時同交歡。 While we were sober, three shared the fun;
醉後各分散。 Now we are drunk, each goes his way.
永結無情遊。 May we long share our odd, inanimate feast,
相期邈雲漢。 And meet at last on the Cloudy River of the sky​

Haiku Style Translation:

Among the flowery bush,
A pot of wine,
I drink alone without a friend.

I raise my cup to invite the moon,
And toast to my shadow,
For we are three friends.

But the moon does not drink wine,
And my shadow
Just follows me in vain.

Oh, my temporal friends:
The moon and my shadow,
We must make joys before the spring ends.

So I sing my songs,
The moon starts to wander;
And I dance, my shadow disorderly swings.

For we are awake,
We share our bliss,
But after drunk, we go separate way.

May we forever abide
Thru this unaffected relation,
Till the day we meet in the Milky Way.

Interesting variations....yes?



L​

 

[butters]

Allen Ginsberg: "Old Love Story"

Some think the love of boys is wicked in the world, forlorn
Character corrupting, worthy mankind's scorn
Or eyes that weep and breasts that ache for lovely youth
Have no mouth to speak for mankind's general truth
Nort hands to work manhood's fullest delight
Nor hearts to make old women smile day and night
Nor arms to warm young girls to dream of love
Nor thighs to satisfy thighs, nor breath men can approve --
Yet think back to the time our epic world was new
When Gilgamesh followed the shade of his friend Enkidu
Into Limbo's dust to talk love man to man
So younger David enamored of young Jonathan
Wrote songs that women and men still chant for calm
Century after century under evergreen or palm
A love writ so sacred on our bible leaf
That heartfire warms cold milennial grief.

Same time Akilleos won the war at Troy
Grieving Patroklos' body, his dead warrior boy
(One nation won the world by reading Greek for this
And fell when Wilde was gaoled for his Bellboy's kiss)
Marvellous Zeus himself took lightning eagle shape
Down-cheeked Ganymede enjoyed God's thick-winged rape
And lived a youth forever, forever as can be,
Serving his nectar to the bearded deity
The whole world knew the story, the whole world laughed in awe
That such love could be the Thunder of immortal Law.

When Socrates climbed his ladder of love's degrees
He put his foot in silence on rough Alcibiades
Wise men still read Plato, whoever they are,
Plato whose love-lad Aster was his morning star
Plato whose love-lad was in death his star of Night
Which Shelly once witnessed as eternal light.

Catullus and tough Horace were slaves to glad young men
Loved them, cursed them, always fell in love again
Caesar conquered the world, top Emperor Power
Lay soft on the breast of his soldier of the hour
Even Jesus Christ loved his young John most
Later he showed him the whole Heavenly Host
Old Rome approved a beautiful bodied youth
Antinus Hadrian worshipped with Imperial Truth
Told in the calm gaze of his hundred stone
Statues standing fig-lefed in the Vatican.

Michelangelo lifted his young hand to smooth
the belly of his Bacchus, a sixteen-year youth
Whose prick stands up he's drunk, his eyes gaze side-
Ways to his right hand held up shoulder high
Waving a cup of grape, smart kid, his nose is sharp,
His lips are new, slightly opened as if parted
To take a sip of purple nakedness,
Taste Michelangelo's mortal-bearded kiss,
Or if a hair-hooved horny Satyr happens to pass
Fall to the ground on his strong lithe marble ass.

Michelangelo loved him! What young stud
Stood without trousers or shirt, maybe even did
What the creator wanted him to in bed
Lay still with the sculptor's hand cupped on his head
Feeling up his muscles, feeling down his bones
Palm down his back and thighs, touching his soft stones --
What kind of men were the Slaves he tied to his bed?
And who stood still for David naked foot to head?
But men love the muscles of David's abdomen
And come with their women to see him again and again.

Enough, I've stayed up all night with these boys
And all my life enjoyed their handsome joys
I came with many companions to this Dawn
Now I am tired and must set my pen down
Reader, Hearer, this time Understand
How kind it is for man to love a man,
Old love and Present, future love the same
Hear and Read what love is without shame.

I want people to understand! They can! They can! They can!
So open your ears and hear the voice of the classical Band.

October 26, 1981, Allen Ginsberg "Old Love Story", Poetry White Shroud, Harper and Row, 1986

 

[yeishia]

Thank you so much, I really enjoyed reading that

 

[yeishia]

This almost made me want to hide a poem of my own to be found at a much later date by someone who's heart perhaps it would touch; as much as this touched mine!

The Letter.

The yellowed envelope
found under loose attic floorboards
beckoned me.
I picked it up,
blew away the dust,
read the name,
Harry McMasters,
first owner of this house,
now over one hundred years old.

My hands shook as I drew out the folded letter,
as I slowly opened it,
a lock of hair fell to the floor.
I piece of history about to be revealed,
typed on a single sheet, dated June 20, 1910.
"My Dearest Harry," it began.
"I sit naked before my typewriter,
searching for words
and the keys to put them on paper."

I felt I had invaded this couple's privacy,
a voyeur of an event that had happend
almost a century ago.
My curiosity was aroused, I continued to read.
"I have missed you so
after our last meeting -- it was too brief.
You have taught me about my body,
allowed me to unleash my passion,
excited me beyond my wildest imagination."

"Now we are apart --
I sit here naked, no longer a virgin,
longing for your kiss.
My body cries out for your tender touch.
I would give myself to you freely,
opening myself to you once more,
if but for one night."
There was no signature,
only the words, "Sealed with a kiss,"
and the impression of the writer's lips.

I carefully refolded the paper around the lock of hair,
slid it back into the envelope,
and returned it to its dusty resting place under the floorboards.
I have often wondered if they ever met again.
I only hope that they had.

© 2004 Robert W. Birch​

 

[yeishia]

I was thinking of dedicating this to chgris..what do you think Scarlet?

Seduction

and the Bringer of Light said..

I have forgotten my own name,
Demon, Misleader, driving me insane,
Taunting tainted fruit not for my tasting,
As in the juices of lust I'm basting.

Believing I'm climbing higher,
All along damning my heart with this fire,
Slowly binding to passions you're inflicting,
Sensations forbidden, observed once with convicting.

Desire ruling this human form,
Swelling heat in a boiling storm,
Temperature rising, preparing incineration,
Poisonous delight, anticipating penetration.

Fitting we meet as I was upward going,
Your serpent's tail now showing,
Masquerading, you greet with black deception,
Can I withstand its full erection?

Tortured not knowing, will I ever be the same,
Sanity again to reign?
Transmuted genes from years of disconnection,
Something's missing in this game called Seduction.
Love,
You say for it you're searching,
While drowning in selfish identity, lurking.
Deceiver, before the fall I saw you here,
Wallowing in this abyss of lies and fear.

I came once looking for your soul to save,
Now captured by tormented dreams, a slave,
Tangled in the embrace of shame,
Only myself to blame.
Am I defeated by my own longing to concede,
Slavery or freedom, which will it be?
Only I can choose to see past the illusion of sin,
Breaking imaginary chains that hold me in.

Oh, how I fight your treacherous tongue,
Guarding my being, flickering songs unsung,
Plotting to be my Master,
Promising Heaven as I fall even faster,

Saying, "Hell would be to never know your touch."
Can I change this legacy,
or "is it just too much," I'm asking?
Am I to stay here forever basking,

In the dark grasp of degeneracy?


Shelly Martin​