Sensual metaphors

[bluerains]

ty Q...

Unquenchable, quenched my thirst for a poem to read! miss your poems....blue

Polestar,
Polaris?

could be

Roget's New Millennium™ Thesaurus - Cite This Source new!
Main Entry: center
Part of Speech: noun 1
Definition: middle
Synonyms: axis, bull's-eye, centrality, centriole, centrum, core, cynosure, equidistance, essence, focal point, focus, gist, heart, hotbed, hub, inside, interior, intermediacy, kernel, kernel, mainstream*, marrow, midpoint, midst, nave, navel, nucleus, pith, pivot, place, polestar, quick, radiant, root, seat
Antonyms: border, edge, exterior, outside, periphery, circumference
Source: Roget's New Millennium™ Thesaurus, First Edition (v 1.3.1)
Copyright © 2006 by Lexico Publishing Group, LLC. All rights reserved.
* = informal or slang

 

[bluerains]

Revised..

Overlords Culpable


Deep within rootstocks
of another new age,
the carrier of bones
hums songs from lips turned
blue as grey granite fog.

Signs of another
fatal probability
fall in cold blue rain,
recoiled in stigmata;
carnality assimilated
in smeared covenants
of firewater.

Dried bones kindling
for atonement,
promise to mortals,
futile...
target...
obliteration.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Overlords Culpable


Deep within rootstocks
of another new age,
the carrier of bones
hums songs from lips turned
blue as grey granite fog.

Signs of another
fatal probability
fall in cold blue rain,
recoiled in stigmata;
carnality assimilated
in smeared covenants
of firewater.

Dried bones kindling
for atonement,
promise to mortals,
futile...
target...
obliteration.

they sat in wait
for the day
their last breaths
strayed away

now they await
time's eternal dance
to erase
their existance

(~_~) <grin

 

[bluerains]

they sat in wait
for the day
their last breaths
strayed away

now they await
time's eternal dance
to erase
their existance

(~_~) <grin

now you just had to go and change my fatal attraction....

 

[My Erotic Trail]

now you just had to go and change my fatal attraction....

I am sorry blue...
I saw that pic and that just popped into my head, I didn't even try to write one as well as yours <grin

 

[bluerains]

ok...

I am sorry blue...
I saw that pic and that just popped into my head, I didn't even try to write one as well as yours <grin

I know how much you like happy endings thou..

 

[bluerains]

Work in Progress WIP

No fairy tales
with tall dark and handsome;
Monty python with his
whimsical ways ,
don't think that would
lead me astray.

More , mysterious as
Captain Nemo in a
yellow submarine
sinking into fathoms
of my nautical dreams.

Perchance that menacing
ghost Captain Gregg,
wrapped round his
bloodless arms,
I'd gladly loosen those
cashmere charms.



Lets drop the thought of
cocky Captain Kirk
I’m too empathic to
flow with his quarks...

Philosophically pondering
my Captain Picard ,he's
renowned for savoir-faire
and I’d put my shoes
beneath his captain chair...
Make it so..Jean-Luc.
aye
But, then again
theres always Jack Sparrow...
leading from trails
of straight and narrow..

Wake up...now,

 

[RhymeFairy]

Overlords Culpable


Deep within rootstocks
of another new age,
the carrier of bones
hums songs from lips turned
blue as grey granite fog.

Signs of another
fatal probability
fall in cold blue rain,
recoiled in stigmata;
carnality assimilated
in smeared covenants
of firewater.

Dried bones kindling
for atonement,
promise to mortals,
futile...
target...
obliteration.

alone they sat, waiting. one day soon
a chance to unite, divulge life's secrets
from one form to another.



love that pic. Great image you have there Blue ~

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Waiting for the perfect man

not tall dark and handsome
or extreme as monte python
more
mysterious as
Captain Nemo in John's
yellow submarine
.. or
Maybe Captain Gregg
I really dug Rex in that
black turtle neck sweater

Never was a Captain Kirk
girl...he's to predictable to vain
but,...Captain Picard ,he's
got flair
I 'd put my shoes
beneath his captain chair...
Make it so..Jean-Luc

that poem is too cool, el capitan <grin

I also agree with RF (~_*) I like the pic as much as I like the illustrations you post, that usually spark a good write or two <grinin'

a muse in blue~

 

[My Erotic Trail]

The Perfect Man...?

have you seen the movie <grin

 

[bluerains]

never heard of it..

The Perfect Man...?

have you seen the movie <grin

I got the images from a friend who has pics of waiting for the perfect man in her bathroom...like this one...

and

Can I have one of each....

 

[wildsweetone]

I got the images from a friend who has pics of waiting for the perfect man in her bathroom...like this one...

and

Can I have one of each....

hey blue

interesting concept, the perfect man.

does she have a pic of one with a little rebel inside?


He lifts the sun
each morning
watches it finger
her skin, soothe
her brow and dry tears.
When he buries
it in the evening
he awakens her soul.

 

[bluerains]

hey blue

interesting concept, the perfect man.

does she have a pic of one with a little rebel inside?


He lifts the sun
each morning
watches it finger
her skin, soothe
her brow and dry tears.
When he buries
it in the evening
he awakens her soul.

ah his sun moon and stars...well said...
all my relationships have been rebels
I am writing this from perspectives of leenie and her friend A...they both have the best of everything..big suvs big 300,000 home...on the water weeny husbands...and they both constantly complain about their lives...and the pics are a favorite subject with them...they have lots of male energy ...maybe...some of it...but, they tend to pick on me often as the way I live ...asap as simple as possible...no credit cards ..no system
feed malls...I am like the queen of thrift stores and I rarely go retail...their poor weeny men...give them all the charge power...and still they are never happy...
so maybe we should start a thread...poems to describe the perfect man..they can not really express what it is they want beside MONEY...maybe they can buy themselves a wind up huni buni ...think that would really do the trick....NOT....I like the rebel types ..but , one must live with the constant drama unfolding...

...the drama kings...
I shall finish my poem and you can start the perfect man thread ...if you wish...

 

[RhymeFairy]

hey blue

interesting concept, the perfect man.

does she have a pic of one with a little rebel inside?


He lifts the sun
each morning
watches it finger
her skin, soothe
her brow and dry tears.
When he buries
it in the evening
he awakens her soul.

her soul awoke
with just one touch.

sleepy eyes
fluttered and smiled.
this man,
this divine specimen
always had the power
to make her bold as brass
and pouty as sin
with one touch.

stretching long
as his feathery fingers
cupped and soothed
bringing every ounce
of love to the surface.

she trembled
from the emotion.
playing pictures in her mind
of past moments
mornings, just like this.

her heart wept and rebounded
playing out those moments again
like a movie, only this was real
he is here and holding her tight.

she never knew a love so right ....

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I got the images from a friend who has pics of waiting for the perfect man in her bathroom...like this one...

and

Can I have one of each....

<laughing...

is the perfect man
a millionaire who cleans house and can not speak? <grinin'

 

[bluerains]

Beneath a Shadowy Dove

They ask, who are you?
Have you not shown a string
of avatars
to place pearls upon
their threaded time?

Need they ask what
becomes of the wind
guiding a birds wing?

How can you show
them the melting ice
from heat not of the sun,
when they have forgotten
how to water a willow
from the beauty of the sea.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I like this image <grin

patience gates
dueling steps
ankles dripping wet

paced momentum
head held up
in a shore-line strut

a heron dances
with its own image
to natures musical limits

 

[My Erotic Trail]

a blue moon is rising

 

[bluerains]

His Merlot

Purple poured.

Fluidity loosened lips.

Florid fingering flesh
curved in sounds of crystal salute.

Fragrance lay in whisperings
trembling in contours of glowing mouths.

Warmed by swallowed proposals,
swaying in sensual chorus,
we replenish our
scarlet reduction...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

His Merlot

Purple poured.

Fluidity loosened lips.

Florid fingering flesh
curved in sounds of crystal salute.

Fragrance lay in whisperings
trembling in contours of glowing mouths.

Warmed by swallowed proposals,
swaying in sensual chorus,
we replenish our
scarlet reduction...

classic blue with a new twist of you (~_~)

 

[bluerains]

Thanks art

for all your support...

am working on this one...needs more action...

Somewhere there’s a deep blue vineyard
where relics are strawberry marked
by the ground of open sesame.

This hinterland where moonglo
caresses the wild
blue of yonder,
many may wander to and fro
shifting savage to soft
pleasure to pain and
back again;
till the sun rises
ripening wild and tame
leaving its burnt harvest
to perspire into rain..
A ring of fire climaxed.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

for all your support...

am working on this one...needs more action...

Somewhere there’s a deep blue vineyard
where relics are strawberry marked
by the ground of open sesame.

This hinterland where moonglo
caresses the wild
blue of yonder,
many may wander to and fro
shifting savage to soft
pleasure to pain and
back again;
till the sun rises
ripening wild and tame
leaving its burnt harvest
to perspire into rain..
A ring of fire climaxed.

I like...
I had to think about that last line till I got it...
this reads really well, I like the way it flowed and its suggested images..
simply classic blue!

 

[quasar]

They ask, who are you?
Have you not shown a string
of avatars
to place pearls upon
their threaded time?

Need they ask what
becomes of the wind
guiding a birds wing?

How can you show
them the melting ice
from heat not of the sun,
when they have forgotten
how to water a willow
from the beauty of the sea.

The blue tongue
swirls a message
on a wind whipped banner
in colorful streams.

They walk by
viewing the words
yet only hear
the flag's poetic ripple.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

there are no blue sheets only blue souls
and sun burned bodies sensitive to touch
begging to be held in wordless thoughts
spilled from hazel eyes onto a blanket of blue

 

[bluerains]

this is a spark of dusty magic...

there are no blue sheets only blue souls
and sun burned bodies sensitive to touch
begging to be held in wordless thoughts
spilled from hazel eyes onto a blanket of blue

am not inspired much these days...bipolar thoughts and all...


patina sheek
every laminated layer dusted

camouflage coats skin in
wool that feels like
the flock feeding its blanket...