Garden Of Love

GARDEN OF LOVE

Lay with me 
on a bed of buttercups
sing sweet melodies
of the birds singing
sip off my bosoms
the sweet honey 
of the bees buzzing 
over our heads
clothe me with the
flaming birds of paradise
and tulips of the earth
and sunflowers of the sky
let us bathe in the water lilies
let us eat the chamomile
and lick the syrup of the dandelions
let us sow to the earth a seed
that blooms into a child.

the love poet

KAMA SUTRA

Kama Sutra

Every night I close my eyes to

get a glimpse of your face

in a lover’s embrace I have you

to behold your presence; a rare gift

for morning comes and you torment

me by not being here

making my dreams comes true

to have and to hold you

for I am your flower to sway

a Lotus bomb rather to destroy

your heart, life and family

let me show you who I am

through the Art of Seduction

touching you in the right spots

that make you scream my name

let your voice be heard over the mountains

cry a lover’s story, let them know

I hold you a prisoner of my desire

kiss my soft cocoa skin, kiss my thighs

as they lead you up my channel of

dripping love, fire and passion

enter into eternal lust

 that leads us beyond

this earth and straight into

the Devil's realm

knowing love i will allow all things to go to be as supple as the wind and take everything that comes
with great courage as Rusa will say to me "Life is right in any case." My heart is as open as the skye - Kama Sutra (the movie)

the lovepoet

That Magic

THAT MAGIC

you seem to disappear when I need you most

reminding me of someone I once fell in love with

a magician with the same old tricks

he never failed to perform his disappearing acts on me

when my heart ached most for him

and then appeared with love sewn tricks when

I was about to give up on him

he played pranks on me that hurt

where deeper than cuts  and the blood that gushed out were my tears

his finger tricks felt so good and so wrong at the same time

the pain and pleasure. the pain was the trick that kept on bruising my body

and the pleasure that made me forget about the pain.

but his mouth tricks were the best because they did some many wonderful things

I cannot begin to tell. the mouth trick he played was the best part of the show

I would be restless on my chair like a child waiting to open gifts on her birthday

his mouth tricks were the gifts I received for being able to sit through the whole show

O how I longed for them at every performance.

he was my magician and he never failed to perform his disappearing act when I needed him the most.


THE LOVEPOET

My Words My World

My words are my life, my reality

They are my pain and sorrow told

My love and joy 

My words are my home,

My fulfillment,

My nutrition,

My comfort and

My resting place

I love my words like

I love my Life

They’ve become my best friend and

My lover 

They show me compassion  at night

Warm me up in the cold and

Embrace me when I’m lonely

Know that my words are my very emotion

They are my world.

My words eat into my flesh

Down to my soul and leave

Me empty with cracked bones

These words strangle the breath

Of life out of me and leave me for

dead by the wayside.

But I love these words like a child

Loves his mother

Therefore I will not let it go

I open up my heart

Let it in and rape me of my sanity's

Lift the joy of normality out of me

And leave me for folly in the eyes of men.

I love these  words so I  continually drown

In the unforeseen pleasure and satisfaction

They give me.

(Unedited and unfinished but still enjoy it)

LONG TIME NO SEE

it's been awhile since I've been on my blog or even put up recent original. This is mainly due to some 

personal battles I have been fighting. But I'm here, I'm back and I'm writing like life depends on it. 

PHENOMENIAL WOMAN BY MAYA ANGELOU

TO EVERY WOMAN IN THE WORLD FOR INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

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THE FALL

FALL

As much as I hold on to the rope of denial

every once in a while I let go and fall

Fall deeply in love with the one not meant for me.
deeply in love with the heart breaker
deeply in love with the dangerous one

I fall for the sly wolf, crafty one
so deep that it takes years to get back up

Love lost in the vast deep blue sea, with crooks
ready to tear my heart, body, spirit and soul into pieces

I always fall for the dodgy type that says he loves me
then leaves when my heart aches most for him

I fall for his words, his love, his lust, his body his soft touch
spellbound I fall deeper and deeper each day

I fall, fall and keep falling until I reach the pit
of hatred for his type, till I fall again

Oh Racism

I stroll down the streets of  Swellendam

 you  are nowhere to be found

 until I walk into the restaurant 

hunger shutting my eyes to see

 no black people in here

I sit and wait, and wait

to be attended to, all  waiters

ignoring my call, my signaling

comes the manager saying

“ we  do not serve your kind here”

I look all around me and

find the absence of  diversity

starring back at me

 I laugh and say, “Oh there you are”

“Racism, there you are”

 “long time no see”

As I introduce myself

to class and mention

I am African, Liberian

somebody snickers

 silent whispers of “Ebola”

for a minute I thought I was free

of you, a whole day in different

classes and you do not show

as those words were muttered

 I laughed

and said “oh there you are racism”

“Long time no see”

Oh racism you hide

but I see you as I am

stopped and questioned

 by the law wanting to know

why I jog  the streets of Ferguson

“Because I am black?”

for an hour  you do not  show

I sigh and look up to heaven and wonder

when will I die and leave this earth

where to be black is nothing but a crime

I laugh as they cuffed me and said

“Oh racism there you are”

“Long time no see”

This poem was inspired by specific areas in the world that people still suffer racism; by people who experience racism ; by those who died in the hands of racist. 

LEAVE ME FOR HER

LEAVE ME FOR HER

Leave me for her
Go be with her
She that:
warms your bed
when I turn my head
even as I stare
The One who makes you
Not sure about me again

Leave me for her
Have dinner with her:
The dates promised
But went with her
Special moments created
But molded with  her
The One who makes you
Not sure about me again

Leave me for her
Go on holiday with her:
plans made for me...

" Whilst I was vulnerable; wishing for home "

...but fulfilled with her
The honeyed words
You Spoke but felt by her
The One that makes you
Not sure about me again

You left me for her
And I knew:
the
Moment your words
Became lesser and less,
harsher and harsh,
When your kisses
felt ice cold
And touch Left me
bruised,
But I wish you luck
happiness too
With the One who
Made you not sure
About me again.

                                                       the lovepoet
                                                 edited by the cocktailpoet