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)

Guilt’s Sacrificial Lamb – Poetry

Ing

Goes the sacrificial lamb

Away

Gradually

But

Wishing won’t make it last

The Secrets Stands to enter the bloodstream

Turning veins from blue to black

As an invasive substance, poison

Introduced as licorice sweet

Triggering beastly mutations

Provoking the heart to turn inside out

Rue the sweet and succulent sap

Enough to rotten teeth, jagged

Guilt bites

Sizable portions of flesh

Gulping libation without further notion

To exact anguish

Swallowing til creamy sweet liquor

Then render bitter

Introducing instinct

Cautioning to unlatch

Lips laden with vitality

Without consciousness of consequence

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)

Love Sounds Like You

*Short poem spells*

Eyes large as full moons

I can see my future in them

They must be gods

–

Paint me in those tones of light/dark

Capture my crests and flow

Reinforcing immortality

–

From cravings

Dig and sow

Where you grow trees

With fruit ripe from my buds

–

Empty your own life-force

Into me

Infinity being

–

Blooms peak

Ripe with aphrodisia

As your rose colored lips part

Uttering all into creation

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

The Unsent Message To Niine – A Short Story

Benevolent One. My Niine, The Crown Upon My Head, and as if I wasn’t clear before, I would say it loudly to your beloved face if I could, as you are profound in your own creation and I yearn for it.

I miss your essence. Your reluctance to say and do sentimental things, listening to you speak about those elements and ideas that excites you and you are so passionate about all of it. I want to be there when life makes you livid and you need to vent and release, without input, just listening…the journey with you, has been an incredible one so far.

I don’t expect anything from you in this immediate point in time. I just want you to know my thoughts and feelings and that I am very distraught for hurting yours. It doesn’t change how you feel about me in this current time. So, Beloved, Benevolent One…i am patiently waiting…come home to me.

Many, many moons ago, a friend of mine turned to me and said, “love is…a funny and complicated animal.”

This original Essay/Short Story is written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in July 2021 (C)

Latent Heart Reaction

The conscious effort to avoid

Your gaze

That first time my heart fluttered

For you

Perpetually shy

I speak in soft tones

As you near, I can hear you

And even after years

Since

I’ve known you

My heart still quickens

It still listens for you.

This original poem (poetry) is written and copyrighted by Juana M. 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)

Red Eyes, Dim Thoughts – Poetry

The bawling never subsides

The claim

Then the realization that absolutely nothing can be done

Lingers like the aroma of dead flowers scattered under a Magnolia tree

The essence of what was

Is distant

And I squint my eyes exceptionally hard to see the horizon beyond a hazy oasis

My mouth so arid

It is as though I draw breath through the sand in an emense heat

Choking, sobbing in my hands

While I gag

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

Time has a night and day

In between, I have given all that I can

Especially offered my heart

Which has been eaten as though it was an apple

Masticated, swallowed and digested

Never let that heart fall into the hands

Of someone hungry for theft

But without care for that which they hoard

Love being taken for granted

Left out in the cold

Is the coldest darkest night

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

All What It Seems -Poetry

Camera poised for poses of smiles and laughter

Concealing a union’s sunset

In a horizon of demise

Portraits foreshadowing tragedy

The fights that brewed and rumbled before

The capture of curled lips with crooked intentions

Memories to play the perfect role

For an audience of none

All rights go to Juana M. Gumbs as her original poem. 01/04/2021