Paradoxes, Poetry and Pandemonium.

[sneb]

Paradox : no race, no win, no chasing

Those who sought, never found.
Those who did not, still never found.

It is not to be found, it is to be chased.

It you can not run after,
and lay panting at the finish line;
For one, there is no line, not by a dime,
my friend, tend to this elaborate satire.

There is no race, you be on your own,
in as much as I strive,
the nemesis are our shadows,
nobody else.
Winning is just a ritual, like many other rituals,
how our ancestors swatted by the fireside,
over forest floors,
winning is just one more move on the dance floor.

The ceremony is the main gala,
towards the end, humanity would be spent,
they will be gone, leaving our souls to mop in the dark.

A cruel joke​

 

[sneb]

Paradox : begged a beggar?

I had a free house built on a still river,
my porch stayed empty and dusty.
The flowers fell, day in and out, withered.

I had empty jars on my shelf, the funny-
part was my hungry belly. I cooked-
with my mind and imagined a thousand saints.

They lined up my littered driveway with naked flesh,
I had a heart of gold, but with days my face wrinkled,
them, the men of holy heart, found my creases to be laughter,
and thought my begging hands were calling them for a super.
​

 

[sneb]

Poem : kissing

Nothing is desired
beyond the strong clasp and soft leaving;
Only the in-between
do I learn your fondness for voyage.

Deep into the wave wall
a broken waltz is my foray.
The swiftness passionate
and imperfectness endearing.

Nothing matters
beyond the hold,
close at which
nothing is desired.

Let loose. The silk between fingers
baked into silver light
escaping;
nothing matters
when the dream ends.​

 

[Taten]

Mr. Poet/Sneb...this is one of my favs.
Have you published any of your work?

If you came like a slow breeze beneath my ears
with my lips I would reach out, gently stretched,
a kiss the falling breeze becomes in time.

Dressed in sliver light if you came and fallen stars,
from the cold night I would shiver upwards to touch the sky.

I am at a shore, gazing at the bobbing light blobs
floating over drunk waves; if you came in sleep
I sift from land to sea and to your voice would ride.

From between the clouds if you came like breaking light
the eager flower I would be, waiting for a kiss to bloom;
Let the naked earth gather petals and in colors be shrouded,
letting the place to scent I would be the last one to unwind.

​

 

[sneb]

Mr. Poet/Sneb...this is one of my favs.
Have you published any of your work?

Hey Taten,
I have thought of it, but I feel there is work that needs to be done. There are so many brilliant poets out there. Your review is one more currency in my box. you might have noticed, in certain pieces, they lose coherency after a while, which I should fix. These are written in one sitting and are raw, unedited ones. I think after I edit them, I can think of publishing? maybe?

 

[sneb]

Poem : your voice and my disguise

I lose my inhibitions
in the world of your voice,
knowing that the walled heart
cries every night.

I am a prince on the road:
a disguise into strangeness.

​

 

[sneb]

Paradox : inside my mind

You have been inside my mind
long enough to know,
every storm is but a construct
of a weary heart.​

 

[Taten]

Hey Taten,
I have thought of it, but I feel there is work that needs to be done. There are so many brilliant poets out there. Your review is one more currency in my box. you might have noticed, in certain pieces, they lose coherency after a while, which I should fix. These are written in one sitting and are raw, unedited ones. I think after I edit them, I can think of publishing? maybe?

Hey I'm no editor or writer but sometimes the raw, unedited ones turn out special. In writing/photography what have you. No filters.

 

[sneb]

Hey I'm no editor or writer but sometimes the raw, unedited ones turn out special. In writing/photography what have you. No filters.

Yes, I think, you might be onto something. Ha ha ha .
Raw ones flow off like silk on the tongue, at times. With this renewed zest I shall be writing more.
Bombarding this little thread of mine.

Cheers, stay well, Taten,
S.

 

[sneb]

Poem : sea between her hips

The sea folds between her hips;
The sun costs the running color,
each breaking wave turns inward,
catch the ecstasy running off her lips.

Cherries burst for the threads on her neck,
winds climb with the earth scent,
the sky convulses in passionate foretell,
colors mix and colors ride, love rises with ocean fresh.
​

 

[sneb]

Poem : brilliant know of love

The brilliant know of love
is not words, nor the inexplicable touch.
It is what secretly transpires,
buried within your breasts,
the throbbing chest I so adoringly gawk;

The bright lamp over your temple
where my shuddering lips have met,
right from the top it starts and does not halt;
All along the onward journey the wandering
is what the men wonder, and women shy towards,
until your dainty feet, the tips settle on grass and so lightly held.

The delicious caramel of golden blush,
is not the looks nor the settling gaze.
The moment of love is not the instant
nor the separation;

The eyes twinkle for a shivering flame,
and it ends before the know bends.

Love is not knowing nor the festering feeling,
love is what love makes and how it creates,
the concepts it brings into our minds.​

 

[Cymru6969]

Pair o' Ducks

 

[sneb]

Hey Cymru,
Ducks? Unless I am missing something, they are adorable, indeed.
Thanks for stopping by, though.

Cheers,
S.

 

[sneb]

Paradox : heartbeat of civilization

We are the heartbeat of civilization.
We are the threads they wear,
our stories are old but the morals new.
We are the obnoxious yarn they can not
undo, we are the sounds of civilization.
We are what escapes their mouths in -
such times. We are the throb, that grows
stronger with each waking moment,
we are the thrill that is set in their minds,
they feed their own, we are the taste
they are aroused by.
​

 

[sneb]

Pandemonium : courage is non-existent

Maybe the valor is in our imagination,
it does not exist. The heroes are fiction,
the thieves are real.

Maybe the fights are stories we tell again and again,
maybe the good is not winning, the bad is not losing.

Maybe the warriors are in our hearts, for we desire good.
But the wars are fantasies beset in our cores,
for the drive to better keeps us going,
but we never win, we never fight, we sing tales of bravery by night-fires.

But, my child, they are just those tales, nothing more.

The fight is not real, the pain is pity-
and courage is nothing.
​

 

[sneb]

Poem : save for you

Save for my wasted youth,
your taste is only what I remember.

Save for my broken world,
your kisses healed such indifference,
on my heart this world has fell.

Save for my widened eyes,
the tragedy this realm has prised open.
Your shadows belied my company,
save for my counted times,
your feel is all I can breathe.​

 

[sneb]

Poem : my woman says to me

Settle your drenched lips
at the anvil of my throbs.

Push deeper,
begin in my eyes,
learn the pain and sob,
but hold me, my delight.

Plough further,
unearth the gems,
unfence my stallions,
push harder.

Unhand me how
you desire,
unchain my flesh
drink what I have offered.

Plunge faster,
purify my insides,
fill me up, my lover,
break my dawn into night.

Erase my past,
write me a new one,
pleasure me, your vast
riders, penetrating my horizons.

Make me a new world,
paint me your world,
take us into the sunset,
trap me by your seashore.
​

 

[BlackCaramelCreme]

What inspired these poems? Real life experiences? Lovely poem by the way.

 

[sneb]

What inspired these poems? Real life experiences? Lovely poem by the way.

Thanks a ton.
In part yes,
In part, fantasies!

 

[BlackCaramelCreme]

Thanks a ton.
In part yes,
In part, fantasies!

I still like them. Please keep your creativity flowing

 

[sneb]

I still like them. Please keep your creativity flowing

Thanks a lot. Will keep on scribbling.
Keep visiting.

 

[BlackCaramelCreme]

Thanks a lot. Will keep on scribbling.
Keep visiting.

Suuuuure.....words are exciting especially when put together so enticingly. You know there is a poetry forum too...

 

[sneb]

My love
do not for this world
explode.

If anything
let me hold you
within
as you unfold.


Do not
rise, but for me,
when kissed.

My love
fill my lips
with essence
of you.

Laugh in
my mouth.

Make me
rose with
your hips.

Wave your feet
mind my edge
come again,
pervade my skin.

My love
erupt, not for them,
erupt between
my thighs, pulsating.

Wed your petals
to my branch
marry me, love
make me a new flower.
​

 

[BlackCaramelCreme]

Keep it coming sneb, nice.

 

[sneb]

Keep it coming sneb, nice.

Thanks, BCC. Your words are the warm pillow as I doze off at work