Lusting Beauty of Cyber Rosebuds

Cyber Rosebuds I've gathered ~ click to enlarge.

Lusting Beauty . . .

Of Merfolk . . .The Mermaid


“A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.”

William Butler Yeats


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Lusting Beautiful Poppies

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
~Francis Thompson

Lusting Beauty . . .

Of Shadowy Images


There!
Clusters,splotches,
Grayish white pixels
From places unknown.
Collecting like dewdrops.



There!
Projected, deposited,
Upon my mind's eye
Shadows of figures
With fuzzy edges dissolving.


There!
I see them,
Each standing alone,
Like images I've known,
Similar yet different.


There!
In my mind,
Perhaps in yours,
Greeting similar images.
Each saying hello.


There!
Much like pictures
At an exhibition,
That brought Mussorgsky fame,
Known only by sound,
And somehow seen.


There!
Clusters,splotches,
Grayish white pixels
From places unknown.
Collected like dewdrops,
Evaporating, Gone!


flesh2stone

Lusting Beauty . . .

Of the Golden Rule

Living in a world fraught with religious disharmony I am reminded of the lyrics of Imagine by John Lennon.

Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one


"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."

Lusting Beauty . . .

Of Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.


A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;


A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;


Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.


Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree


Joyce Kilmer

Lusting Enlightenment

At the End of Each Day... by *Fangfingers

The mind of man,
Seeks to understand,
All that is unknowable.

With picture and word,
Some sane, some absurd,
A description is posed.

So at the end of each day,
All might see into,
The mind of man. flesh2stone

See more examples of his endless imagination at Fangfingers at Deviant Art.

Lusting Kisses

You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by



And when two lovers woo
They still say, I love you
On this you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by


Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
On this you can deny



It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by


Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
On this you can deny

You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by


"As Time Goes By" written by Herman Hupfeld

Artwork by Ty Wilson .

Lusting Self_Protection

Self_Protection,a wonderfully imaginative painting, is by artist Maia Stefana Oprea.

The verse below, I composed, to illustrate its affect on me.


Seeking asylum,

From a cold world,

We hide our true selves,

Protecting ourselves.



Layering one shell,

Upon another shell,

Sheltering ourselves,

One after another.


Until our true selves,

Become indiscernible,

From the shells,

Providing shelter.

See more of her work as *no-existence87 on Deviant Art.

Lusting Antinous

Antinous by Alan Seeger


Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest,

Ferns at his elbow, lilies round his knees,


With sweet flesh patterned where the cool turf pressed,

Flowerlike crept o'er with emerald aphides.

Single he couched there, to his circling flocks

Piping at times some happy shepherd's tune,


Nude, with the warm wind in his golden locks,

And arched with the blue Asian afternoon.

Past him, gorse-purpled, to the distant coast

Rolled the clear foothills. There his white-walled town,


There, a blue band, the placid Euxine lay.

Beyond, on fields of azure light embossed

He watched from noon till dewy eve came down

The summer clouds pile up and fade away.


More about Antinous here .

Lusting Poetry

When I first visited =MackTheDeuce at Deviant Art, I discovered a beautiful poem that he had written.

That discovery, Becoming Magnolia, is posted today in hopes that springtime won't be too far away.


Becoming Magnolia


A thin rain has fallen
And the poised Magnolia
Drops her pearl-fuchsia petals
In a stream of swelling bounty
To the anticipating peat below her.

The petals taste the drops
Of dew upon the greening grass
Until they have tasted their own rarities.

They sing back to the Magnolia
Like a choir of pillow-stuffed clouds
With the silky, humid air wrapped
Around a tale and a tune.