Sensual metaphors

[bluerains]

And which one was that, I wonder.
thats why one has no name now is it not??

 

[bluerains]

~Art~ I know a secret..a real secret...about lit...shhhhh....

Am I lost without you ?
Am I found?...
Either , neither
tis so profound,
that life is won
and lost on another
or each other.
Coins flips both ways
and odds are even
and even odds
claim....
the house always wins...

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Am I lost without you ?
Am I found?...
Either , neither
tis so profound,
that life is won
and lost on another
or each other.
Coins flips both ways
and odds are even
and even odds
claim....
the house always wins...

I see
the odds always favor the house
then why do so many challenge it
betting they may be
the next winner of the day <grin>
gamblers game
poker faced
holding an Ace in the hole <grin>
a deck of blue cards
and a winner's heart

 

[bluerains]

I see
the odds always favor the house
then why do so many challenge it
betting they may be
the next winner of the day <grin>
gamblers game
poker faced
holding an Ace in the hole <grin>
a deck of blue cards
and a winner's heart

ahhh. tis why I luv ya...blue heart...and yet...I detest the matrix...and its minions. and what pleases me most...and guess what I M NOT GOING ..anywhere... I DETEST INJUSTICE...AND I FEEL IT...I SHALL NOT BE MOVED...ROSA ...

 

[My Erotic Tale]

matrix

I was out yonder
by the Matrix place
hoping to get me some
you know
you never know
but with a lil jingle
in the pocket
I might get lucky
with May

I heard good things
about them May-Tricks <grinin>

 

[bluerains]

may day may day....

matrix

I was out yonder
by the Matrix place
hoping to get me some
you know
you never know
but with a lil jingle
in the pocket
I might get lucky
with May

I heard good things
about them May-Tricks <grinin>

U r just a cockle full of shells and puppy tales ...

Behind the existence of all matter is a conscious and intelligent mind - this mind is the matrix of all matter. - Max Planck, "father" of quantum

 

[bluerains]

crossing changes

What hides beneath bedrock
and creaky grey silhouettes
amid viridian mist in quiet echoes?

Consider the fallen,
hawks who sing above the reef
“we are the tears that fall from sunbeams”.

“ Our moisture breathes its mist into
the body of the ways of weirding
so maidens of élan may
drink their fill from life dancing
at the foot of the moon”.

The cross changes it offering
as united dreams
drink from the well of a lighted womb...

 

[quietpoet]

politics at its metaphoric best!

This reminds me of canned peas and carrots. So nice to see them fall into the volcanic abyss. Even your punctuation has gotten better. It used to be that your writing was full of technical errors and missed opportunities. The ideas were sheer perfection, but the translations sometimes got lost between metaphor and alliteration. My how you have grown!

QP

What hides beneath bedrock
and creaky grey silhouettes
amid viridian mist in quiet echoes?

Consider the fallen,
hawks who sing above the reef
“we are the tears that fall from sunbeams”.

“ Our moisture breathes its mist into
the body of the ways of weirding
so maidens of élan may
drink their fill from life dancing
at the foot of the moon”.

The cross changes it offering
as united dreams
drink from the well of a lighted womb...

 

[My Erotic Tale]

This reminds me of canned peas and carrots. So nice to see them fall into the volcanic abyss. Even your punctuation has gotten better. It used to be that your writing was full of technical errors and missed opportunities. The ideas were sheer perfection, but the translations sometimes got lost between metaphor and alliteration. My how you have grown!

QP

well, now that you mention it, the blue has been...
bluer <grin> but was always pretty ...blue

the only time I use canned peas and carrots is in a 'Green Head Pot Pie' ...yummy, glad ya'll weathered the storm. Perhaps a touching poem of sharks water and ...no boat. That has short story written all over it <grin>

 

[bluerains]

sometimes...

well, now that you mention it, the blue has been...
bluer <grin> but was always pretty ...blue

the only time I use canned peas and carrots is in a 'Green Head Pot Pie' ...yummy, glad ya'll weathered the storm. Perhaps a touching poem of sharks water and ...no boat. That has short story written all over it <grin>

I have had a visit from...RED..

me and ruby red
we crossed orbs
a mile ago
cracks in the road
swirled
and red picked me
up from
the pot hole
in the pavement and
spit me into...blue

 

[RhymeFairy]

Am I lost without you ?
Am I found?...
Either , neither
tis so profound,
that life is won
and lost on another
or each other.
Coins flips both ways
and odds are even
and even odds
claim....
the house always wins...

count your coins
stack'm high
for blessings come
and go too

start
at the beginning
show a fleeting flash
of hand
leg. smile
that smile
let'm know,
what they see
is no illusion.

tricks of the mind,
playing games
with the heart.
throw that hand in,
for this is just not
your day.

games played
won and lost
winners get more,
but at what cost?

..

 

[bluerains]

count your coins
stack'm high
for blessings come
and go too

start
at the beginning
show a fleeting flash
of hand
leg. smile
that smile
let'm know,
what they see
is no illusion.

tricks of the mind,
playing games
with the heart.
throw that hand in,
for this is just not
your day.

games played
won and lost
winners get more,
but at what cost?

..

nuff said...you got it goin on...

 

[My Erotic Tale]

I have had a visit from...RED..

me and ruby red
we crossed orbs
a mile ago
cracks in the road
swirled
and red picked me
up from
the pot hole
in the pavement and
spit me into...blue

I am blue
I feel for you

I am green
know what I mean?

I am red
the opposite of dead

I am white
I was born that way

I like pink
meat that is

I like orange
orange'a gonna ask my why?

<grin>

 

[bluerains]

um...why...

I am blue
I feel for you

I am green
know what I mean?

I am red
the opposite of dead

I am white
I was born that way

I like pink
meat that is

I like orange
orange'a gonna ask my why?

<grin>

could it be a peeled orange is juicy and wet
dripping in aromatic sweetness
that touch every craving of a hot summer tongue..

 

[My Erotic Tale]

could it be a peeled orange is juicy and wet
dripping in aromatic sweetness
that touch every craving of a hot summer tongue..

oh yes, that's it <grin>
I have thought it well known my infactuation with...
"Tigers" big grin and they are....

dripping with hot summer tongue <bigrin>

orange'a glad I didn't say "Life Jacket?" <snicker>

 

[RhymeFairy]

lookie what I found ~ Yummm !!!

If I was a number of bodies
I mean a body of numbers
I'd be sixty nine went I ate
and one when I', laid straight

wrapped in your two arms
doing the crazy eight
two fingers fondle deeply
while ten fingers wrap tightly

pulling with every inch
multiple licks and kissed
curling twenty toes
to share in one glow

forget me not
engorge in my glow
swallow me up
take me whole
count to nine
or twenty nine,
just don't loose count
and leave me cryin'

showering with presents
roses of red
take your woman
up to bed

shadow kiss
my womanly needs
taking heed
to all my pleas

soft suckles
to golden skin
loosing me up
with a lil gin

sing sweetly
of your love for this girl
into your arms,
I shall wanna curl

hold me tight
all through the night
awaken me
with a lil bite

pink flesh heated
with that morning glow
red rosy cheeks
from your diving below

don't stop now
feelin tha burn
now my love
I believe
'tis your turn ...

..


wow,
have no idea
... this one just did it's own lil thing.
Back to the drawing board ~

 

[bluerains]

Ruby Rose

Me and ruby red
we crossed orbs
a mile ago
from hemispheres
divided by
cracks in the road.

We gathered our
fiery crystals
on lonely lakes and hot springs
of dawns blue oracles in
fields as distant as the Rhynie Chert.

A Crimson sky dancer
channeled her universal forecast
from the red sea of blue water
and white skies rising from twilight
with paint from a vermillion sunrise.
Thus is the scepter of my Ruby Rose..

 

[My Erotic Tale]

two arms holding
my minds thought
under chin
perched
fingers

you run through my mind
in a single thought
you adorn
the sheets
tasting
sweet

It's not a memory
but could've beens
maybes
weigh heavey
sitting
ready

To go no where
but to share
a thought
in my mind
aged like wine
time

 

[bluerains]

bouncing with a tigers muse...

Passing through the iris,
to see what is not seen,
calming the mind
in pungent moorings.
Two converge into focus and
witness a single thought
in echos of bedrock.
Morning doves coo
breaking stream
for a tiger pausing
by the rivers of blue.
A faint breeze
murmurs a gusty grin....

 

[Vampiric_Mirage]

Passing through the iris,
to see what is not seen,
calming the mind
in pungent moorings.
Two converge into focus and
witness a single thought
in echos of bedrock.
Morning doves coo
breaking stream
for a tiger pausing
by the rivers of blue.
A faint breeze
murmurs a gusty grin....

Beautiful

 

[bluerains]

wanton images..

forget me not
engorge in my glow
swallow me up
take me whole
count to nine
or twenty nine,
just don't loose count
and leave me cryin'

showering with presents
roses of red
take your woman
up to bed

shadow kiss
my womanly needs
taking heed
to all my pleas

soft suckles
to golden skin
loosing me up
with a lil gin

sing sweetly
of your love for this girl
into your arms,
I shall wanna curl

hold me tight
all through the night
awaken me
with a lil bite

pink flesh heated
with that morning glow
red rosy cheeks
from your diving below

don't stop now
feelin tha burn
now my love
I believe
'tis your turn ...

..


wow,
have no idea
... this one just did it's own lil thing.
Back to the drawing board ~

ricochet

skin sheens in gold
with a heart
riven to please
and tease
even the most
refined vixen
hiding in petticoats
..

 

[RhymeFairy]

ricochet

skin sheens in gold
with a heart
riven to please
and tease
even the most
refined vixen
hiding in petticoats
..

petticoat hoops
round my finger
no stopping now
no,
do not linger.

catching his smile
his wantonly wisp
of tiger green eyes
amix slamming hips.

vixen in petticoats,
turned tiger
in tha sack.
no don't look now,
there's no turning back ...

 

[My Erotic Tale]

a tiger in seductive stripes
with a river wide smile
wet warm and wonderful as sun shine


<oops is that similie?> <grin>

 

[bluerains]

a tiger in seductive stripes
with a river wide smile
wet warm and wonderful as sun shine


<oops is that similie?> <grin>

purring like a kitty
in this little river ditty...
as the sun strokes
the fur of striped desire...

 

[bluerains]

Steel Veins

Trapped into cages of
mindless series of misfortunate events,
chasing validation,
accepting pseudo sycophancy
from peeled threads of a mannequin
while a greystoned hard on
is consumed
by Morriganian minions