Rampant...a poem

Lust from Rob Hogeslag flickr.com
Lust from Rob Hogeslag flickr.com

Rampant

By Tony DeLorger © 2014


Effortlessly I plunder the rampant desires of power and flesh,

that brews within the dark side of a soul, the tempest abated,

pushing aside what guides that demon to a persistent course,

and in denial, the gifts of disparagement, standing on higher ground.


But that blood fevered reckless heart writhes within,

in the grit of life and lascivious thundering,

beating time to primordial gratification and ruthless hedonism,

brandishing steel and boiled to febrile abandon.


The animal rests in silent wait,

pulsating and swollen in greed and want,

a mind in disdain of all it is, shudders, quivers,

and beats this embryonic fantasy to a bloody withdrawal.


And still the flushed red angst of the succubus,

groans with pleasured frenzy, carnal impropriety,

begging release from a mind intent on some paradigm of innocence,

a lie of substance and the abuse of all that rose from the ooze.


The howling swine pushes forward,

toying with the grace of thought and moral servitude,

malevolent and soulless, the beast grasps every nerve,

impaling kindness with the cold razor blade of ambivalence,

writhing in rhythm with the beating heart... building, inspiring.


The weight of lustful lies is great, uninhibited, brash,

and thoughts diminish into the flow of pounding blood,

muscles tensed and backs arched in painful, exquisite bliss,

rivers flowing, pouring into the world of ravenous rapture.


Here, midst the excruciation of non-release,

a body follows where minds refuse,

and in that moment of inevitable release,

the heart dies just a little, savaged by that demon.


And in that silent, primordial pool, life squirms relentlessly,

seeking favour, a pathway of resurrection,

and the body lays prostrate, motionless,

lost to the will of a darkness mind, deep in the fabric of beginnings.


Primordial Ooze from Eric Wilson flickr.com
Primordial Ooze from Eric Wilson flickr.com

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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks for the comment Rose; we all see differently. That is the beauty of words, how we interpret them, and visually how we see and relate.


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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks Diana, the beauty of language is the subtle nuances and layers that trigger thoughts within us. How we connect is through theses thought processes. I'm so glad you connected and enjoyed this little journey of words. Have a great day and take care.


Rose Scott 2 years ago

That was rather plucky, I mean of you posting that photo. In my opinion the photo depicted nothing less of smooth, wet body brought about by the application of body oil or entanglement. I didn't notice anything gritty about it. Well, maybe your choice of words were gritty.


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Diana Lee 2 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

This is an excellent example of strength, Tony, you are talented to define our own thoughts fighting each other for the right decision as our heart sends us signals we try to avoid. Or at least that's what I got from it.


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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Much appreciated Wayne. Nice to hear from you. take care.


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wayne barrett 2 years ago from Clearwater Florida

Raw and real. Great write, Tony.


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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks so much Maria, it was great to get my teeth into this one. I was just in the mood for a gritty carnal poem and enjoyed myself putting it together. Hope you are well and happy. great to hear from you. Take care.


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scrittobene 2 years ago from Melbourne Australia

Tony you've certainly conveyed the primordial nature of both man's and woman's carnal desires. This is a poem with many descriptive and emotive words depicting sensual imagery and a racy passion to suit the topic - no accident on the writer's part LOL. You write in the second last stanza "the heart dies just a little". I am reminded of how the French refer to the final stage of a sexual encounter as the "petite mort" (little death). At the end of your poem you cleverly and gently bring the reader down after a passionate literary journey. Congratulations on a good write my friend.


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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Glad you liked it Phyllis, I must say it was fun to write.


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Phyllis Doyle 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

Very powerful, Tony. The ever present primordial calling, demanding and satiated. Awesome !


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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Hi Rose, thanks for commenting. In simple terms it is representative of man's carnal desires, which go back to our very beginnings.


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rosescottw 2 years ago from Los Angeles, California

I just read it. It's intriguing. I'm curious of its meaning. Perhaps you'll explain it in other terms.

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