Tag: Inspiration

Inspiration, The fleeting Lover

It hardly ever comes naturally

Occurring like small instances

Sometimes coming from pin pricks

To secrete from human eyes

A tear

Wrecking havoc to tragic

Ponderings to chance

Even as in awe

Or often times induced

From failures

To fears

Mostly no one cares

If you touch one heart

May be two

If luck has it

Success in your grasp

But most likely limited

In a moment suspended in rhyme

This original poem (poetry) is written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All photography was made/taken by Ms. Gumbs, all rights are reserved by her in July 2021 (C)

Leaking, Pouring Down the Whole – Poetry

I have become the drip drip of ink

Grim, shiny

Pleasing only to things grasping in the noir rub rub smear

Becoming a former model of itself

To encounter the deep devoid of any wish or desire

Just a new hastening to mere darkness

And if this snake was a ring it only naws at it’s own tail and ass

Going about it’s daily and eternal task

These original poem (poetry) are written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in May 2021 (C)

Sunsets Left As A Reminder – A Collection of Haiku Poems

1. Sunset on the rim

Of a horizon sit still

Wavering above

2. Sun that sits abides

Sphere eternal in essence

vitality lodge

3. Amber Jewel glow

Provides warm delicate touch

Bronzing everything

4. Illuminate being

Beams glimmer through trees despite

Diminishing glow

5. Copper source divine

Burnt orange embers sublime

Receding timeline

6. Majestic crown glow

Third eye projecting passions

The universe bless

7. Burning arrow rays

Depicts immortality

Reigning nirvana

8. Drift celestial

As we Gravitate towards

The guiding sunbeats

These original poems are written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in February 2021 (C)

Muse of Mine —A Villanelle (Poem)

I now know the singular purpose of his lips
As his whispers form and conjure spells
In response, my chalice overflows, he is thirsty and sips

A Drinking in bits of me and sweet lusting, touching my hips Sultry brown eyes engaged for the longing mood compels
I now know the singular purpose of his lips

Kisses so rare, so sublime creating heart skips My marvel monarch invoking while incites In response, my chalice overflows, he is thirsty and sips

A His Charm speak more powerful than the sunlight His presence on par with those celestial beings I now know the singular purpose of his lips

Intentions bold, sets me on fire, as this muse fits
He is skillfully undoing inhibitions parting thighs In response, my chalice overflows, he is thirsty and sips

Touch, the love language he speaks, alluring me
The moon comes closer to glimpse, listens and tells
I now know the singular purpose of his lips
In response, my chalice overflows, he is thirsty and sips

This original blog post was written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in February 2021 (C)

Poem: Focus On The Good

While the bombs go off about me

While the time-lapse scurries by

And my clothing drenched with mud and tears

And I

Just wondering while wandering

What happened

How I’d forget the details too

All the motions and how they connect

Through the motions, through duress

The distant bombs still tell of danger

And in this greatly catastrophic time

I found a crevice to hide, bound

And binding

Licking wounds encrusted with dirt and tears and blood

In belief that if I do so

Then perhaps all of this is dream

Not fact

The rights to this poem goes to Juana M. Gumbs as of 01/03/2021

12/7/2020 #Untitled Poem

Here comes night

I, tortured

Fighting sleep again

Which becomes

Too familiar

To the demon, Death

And falling, falling

Memories lost to a trickling end

But alive outside the reaches

Of the outer realms beyond me

Lost sense of self

Obliterated by the varied roles

In dynamic technicolor

Steadily played like

Keys on a Casio.

Everything is melodic until…

Every key harmonizing

Crescendoing into tones of doom

Who am I this time?

Time the illusionist

With it comes lessons learned

Titled the best trickster

The foe and if grasped right

The fiend that swallows

All semblance of your sanity

Transcendence Hymn

Delivering our steller selves

birthing as RA rise

Pure, with slate wiped clean to pristine satisfaction

we venture out

no rope

but hope prevails still

Still lingering on throughout the daybreak

wake

Finally we set

set down like the sun

Casting shadows as pyramids

seeding our spirit to reap rise

Breaking spells and curses

Chanting good omens

Foreshadowing what will be as we claim fortitude

To withstand everything funneling around us

Singing loud

Our daily offering

Our souls transcendence hymn

Disclaimer: All photography and original art for this post was created or captured by Hetheru Mer Djehuty. Thank you so much for your support. Please feel free to like, comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This original blog post was written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

VERSE: CHAKRA DIPS

Foreword: Dedicated to my Djehuty. Inspiration. You gave me the ideas.

Anticipation still fresh with you

Ache, aching for what

For you to take every disdain away

Your lips finding mine and…

Your hips finding mine and…

Crackling, fireworks and sublime

Taking me back to climax

With no time to recover my breath

My ripe and tender breasts rise and fall

So full, so awake and alive still

You rouse me again

Taking my heartbeats wondering

Wandering hands lifting sifting shifting

Manuevering motions

Movement momentous

Dipped back you ride on

Pressure applied with major effect

Since you are a natural at making me

Making me trip off of you…

You, the rush to my brain when I take a hit

But you last longer…far longer

Lingering depth, you stand strong

Digging me out, hearing my sighs

Begging you please…please…please

Come inside

Pulling you near

When we are in bliss fits

Releasing in unison

Primal energy

In lower back chakra dips

Erupting profusely

Inducing highs off my cries

Pleading with me to look at you

As you are in me

Giving me spasms still

Keeping me forever suspended in your rapture

Disclaimer: This poem inspired by the love of my life. All photography or original art for this post was created by Juana M. Gumbs, AKA HetHeru. Thank you so much for your support. Please comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This is an original poem imagined, created and copyrighted in 2019 by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

VERSE: Pain, Flowers & Honey

06/18/2019 journal in prose of my day…to encourage myself and anyone else who has loved hard and have had their heart broken. There is hope that someone can love us just as hard for as long as we live. (Featured photo is of me when I was 11 months old.)

I’m beginning to feel that pain and love

Are the same emotions

Because to sometimes have one

Love

Is to sometimes have the other

Pain

Both hold hands and play but can be joined

By

Inspiration and epiphany

Anger

Extreme bliss

Hurt

Transparency and openness

Regret

Loss

HOPE

The only way to cope

When that person has powers to maim

The worst is that their intentions was not to aim

Yet still, they leave the subject of their love to blame

I have only truly had a broken heart 3 times

From that same individual of all my affections

Those 3 wounds

Have me displaced and ghosted my heart

Left in a state of wandering

Faced with the task to recover

My strength notwithstanding

I will survive the blows that have befallen me

Because there is someone out here in this desert

That can appreciate the flower that I offer

Deeming themselves worthy of my perpetual attentions

Honey intentions without a regret or resent