Requisite Love

Love is truly a delight. All you have to do is allow it to be that way. The natural order of positive emotions dictates that love is no different than endless bliss - perfection . . . an ideal has been met. When in love we feel and exhibit the endless possibilities associated with true happiness, supreme confidence and powerful support. We feel we can accomplish any and all things with only our true love at our side. If that one true love is not there due to the love you feel being unrequited or lost, just the

Torn Apart

Destinee Love - Writer/Poet

My insides feel ripped,
Can't seem to filter the pain

I'm slowly, and for certain
Going totally insane

I know what is happening,
I've been here before

I'm stronger and wiser,
But know we mean more

I've been called crazy, and pitiful
For loving a man

Who seems to find pleasure and solace,
With another one's hand

I have no hatred nor regret,
For the time that we shared

If I look back I can remember,
The times that you cared

So much distance between us,
At times not so kind

There was cheating and lying,
I have the visuals stuck in my mind

Forgiveness and trust,
Was given every time

I believed in you, stuck by you
No straying, or breaking the line

I knew this was special,
Right from the start

Falling in love and liking you,
Handing over my heart

Now I'm left with no contact,
And a broken heart

We planned on forever,
Never getting the start

When asked if I still love you,
I don't hesitate to say

I will forget you forever,
Not believing this was fate.

Copyright ©Destinee Love

Valentine's Day is coming!!!!

Destinee Love, Author

Have you given any thoughts on what you would like to do for that special day?  Well, coming up soon I will post some great ideas that does not involve being materialistic or spending unnecessary money.  Who said Valentine's Day had to be about how much you spend on a gift, or given a gift at all?  Sure its nice, but isn't spending quality time with the one you love better than expecting the same old card and flowers every year?  Single?-Doesn't mean you have to let that worry you.  I have great ideas for you too!! Until then, please watch the "Man of Love" video - Turn off the Lights!. This will put a lot of great ideas in your mind. Stay Tuned...

Destinee Love, Writer of erotic poems & passages. 

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~Feeling You~ by@destineeslove #erotica#Poets Corner-:#Love

~Destinee Love~

"Without a word spoken

I can read your thoughts

That look of desire

in your eyes

I've seen so many times

before, but this time

something is different

It's as if you have a mission

One mission 

of total submission

Here's an 

Your hands

touching 

turning me around

Your lips softly kissing the 

insides of my neck 

Moaning softly,

closing my eyes

as you hold me, and sway me,

and feel me, Ooh please touch me

Your scent is arousing, I’m feeling you

feeling me, grabbing me, as I grab

onto you. Outlining my body up and

down till you caress my breast 

my nipples,

yes please touch me there 

I want to feel your sensual

touches everywhere

Take a journey of lust

in between these thighs

these thick luscious

thighs

Conquer your way inside

I want to feel you

glide in and out…..feel how wet

your fingers get, all from a sweet

tender kiss from your lips

Hard but gentle stokes 

Slow

circular motions

in and out…

Aah I’m feeling you

my body is aching

trying to grasp this wall before

my eyes, but powerful thrusts of

your fingers driving deeply within

is making me want to scream

But, instead I moan

moan so loud you

you put your hands to my mouth

still trying to figure this moment 

Why your fingers are

turning Me out!

Yes

Grab my thigh, to raise

slightly high

My love I can’t resist

I feel your hardness

in the midst, and it’s

You that don't resist to

take that journey deeper

and deeper, penetrating up to

my g-spot of dilemma

Hot and heavy on my neck

wet fingers gushing 

sliding deeper, slower,  

Back is arching

squirting intensely......"

Passage from "Expressions of Love, Passion, and Intimacy" released by Destinee Love. For more information on her visit her blog at www.destineelove.com or website www.destineelove.net

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Book Giveaway: "To Woman, From Man"

To Woman, From Man by A. Jarrell Hayes

The Black Urban Times is proud to announce a new book giveaway. A. Jarrell Hayes is giving away 2 copies of his upcoming book of love poems To Woman, From Man. Here's how you can win your free copy:

1) "Like" A. Jarrell Hayes' Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/jarrellhayes.
2) Post this comment on the page's wall: "I love the Black Urban Times!" (You can just copy and paste it.)

3) Send an email to contact(at)ajhayes(dot)com with the subject title "I love the Black Urban Times!" Be sure to send the email using the email account you use for Facebook.
4) The first 2 people to "like" the Facebook page and send the email win an autographed copy of the book!

Poems from the book have appeared on Poet's Corner, including Moon Stones.

Good luck.

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Poet's Corner: "Blues Come Hither"

I’ve got a blues.
a blues that purple can’t fathom
and all of this wanting and not having--

well...it’s gotten in my hips
and I need lips there
pink as angry skin
while you’re conquer and dividing
dividing,
thighs like cells multiplied,
and I want to cry.

oh cause I’ve got this blues,
like a blacked eye on a child,
and damn if that's not something that will murder a smile.

ooo chile…

my soul is aching a juke joints tears.
ducts filled with the salt of them and sweat.
and in my blood is born a woman,
whose love has been aborted
and I contorted you into a condensation dripping drink
on a summer eve in the bayou
and I just wanted to try you.
try you on like a slip,
crawling up my body,
something naughty.
something like you're moving forward when still off inside me.
and how we got high we...
pumped hips and fists and trysts and lips
into each other,
dying…
dying to live
and I can teach you how to live this life.
wear that devil blue dress love tonight
and baby we’ll grind until our hip bones scream mercy
mercy
heaven have mercy
cause I’ve got these blues mama
mama can’t take it away
got a blues like wing tipped shoes and hats tipped
and no one is leaving my soul tips.
while she hikes on up that skirt
for what it’s worth
my dress
had a zipper…

 

By Nikki Da Vinci

Bio: Nikki Da Vinci is a 23 year old black and Guyanese lesbian poet. She started writing at age 7 and recently completed her first collection of poetry. It can be found on http://lipsofdavinci.tumblr.com and http://darling-nikkis-room.com. She grew up in New York and is planning to move to Atlanta. She also paints, as well as dabble in photography and has designed 2 book covers. Her focus right now is getting her book out. 

 

Submit to Poet's Corner! Email 1 - 3 of your best poems to the Black Urban Times book review editor, A. Jarrell Hayes, at ajhayes@theblackurbantimes.com.

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Poet's Corner: "God Cried for Me"

When I replay the images of my first love in the back of my mind.
One young lady becomes prominent.
I was eight.
She was nine.
I use to pick flowers for her,
All the little boys would,
But she would keep mine.
And I knew that this girl was special.
So I told my mother that I wanted to marry her.
She said," Son, you're still young, take your time."
But why waste it?
Is what I would ask.
Everyday I wanted to reveal my love to her,
Before,
During,
And/Or after class.
But everyday that I tried to speak what I wanted to say.
The words of my heart I could not find.
Her glow, instantly, would make me blind.
She would smile and it would just continue to shine.
My everything.
The apple of my eye.
But today, it was going to be different.
There was a new blue in the sky.
I had thirty-five cents in my pocket.
She could have the quarter.
I would keep the dime.
I would grow to be a man that day,
And tell her the bottom line.
But she didn't show then or the next.
It felt like I was waiting for God to show me a sign.
I went to her house,
Only to find.
Her mother in tears.
The neighbors saying her father was being locked up for committing a murder,
Which was only over-shadowed by a sex-crime.
Mrs. Jacobs were is your daughter?
She gave no replies.
Only pain was felt,
And the world seeing this little boy beginning to cry.
I realize now, she was an angel wanting to spread her wings and fly.
But I wonder if she looks down occasionally and realizes shes the reason to my rhymes.

By Robert "Bforibus" Clark


Bio: Born and raised on the streets of Baltimore City, Robert Clark, a.k.a. Bforibus, grew up as many of Baltimore's youth in a broken home. By the age of 7, he realized fantasy was much more exciting and compelling than real life could every be. So at that age he began to write short stories and small poems for his mother. Verbal Enslavement: The Seduction of Idle Thoughts (published April, 2010) is Robert Clark's first book of hopefully many more. For more from the poet, visit http://www.originalpoetry.com/poet/bforibus and his Myspace page: http://www.myspace.com/localskill/videos

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Poet's Corner: "Bully Complex"

Puffed up grand delusions
blind them
and bind them
in the bully complex.

Peacock feathers spread,
strutting
and clucking
around a fenced in
prison
of their own metaphors.

The oppressed
seek to be the oppressor:
so they fortify their own
insecurities with the brick
and mortar they raid
from others.

Their creativity
and strong voice
are but shallow cries
for attention:
"Notice me!"
Because they
beg you to,
entice you with superlatives,
claiming to be the best
when they have yet
to view all their competition.

These bully peacocks,
slow strutting with feathers spread,
are only easier to pluck,
because they expose all their feathers proudly
and prance contently around their cage
like kings of the world,
or Satan in Hell.

By A. Jarrell Hayes

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Poet's Corner: "Moon Stones"

I used my phallic piece
As a chisel, and with
Each stroke I carved
A miniature figurine
Encased in her body of onyx.

Her skin is sun-kissed
With baby oil,
A glistening moon stone
Hardened through centuries
Of endurance,
But still smooth to my touch.

She has absorbed the UV rays
From various suns since
The dawn of ...
And within her crater
Those rays congeal into
The essence of her beauty:

A moon stone whose illumination
Dims when within my arms,
Only to brighten as chips are flicked
Off and grow into future moon stones.

By A. Jarrell Hayes
From the collection To Woman, From Man, available Winter '10

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Poet's Corner: "Music in My Mind"

The melody of the soul

Harmonic sounds resonate
Joyful notes bind our minds.
In beauty I savor your spirit
An intellect one seldom finds.

Your silhouette beautifully shines
against the dim of the night.
My heart skips a beat
imagining your sensual delights.

Darkness cannot hide
the beauty that you are,
Such charm, joy and gracefulness
The heavens are missing a star.

As we laugh, dance and dine,
Our joyful hearts begin to sing.
Tender melodies of a great love
and the harmony it brings.

Harmony around us spins
Sensation anticipates flame
Chords in our minds embracing
Contemplation - going insane.

With the nights first kiss.
My mind, starts to shiver
Your lips set my heart ablaze
Thoughts flowing like a river.

You know what you are doing?
Feel the fire in my glance!
No doubt nor trepidation
Spirit spellbound by your trance.

Mental score arranged like magic
Damn - another hot kiss
Composer of my perfect song
You keep me feeling like this.

The passionate, pulsating rhythm
Of our breathing quickens now
Craving the forlorn pleasures
Our bodies need to endow.

The timbre of our innermost needs
Erotic bells wantonly chime
All thoughts of caution divested
Your heart melody joins with mine.

Harmonizing a passionate duet,
Composition about to unfold.
Lustful encounters seize our bodies,
Time stops - the symphony unfolds.

Enchanted by our lovemaking,
Orgasms grab us with tremors untold
Ecstasy the music of love
A composition just for the soul.

The pleasure, pure euphoria
Sweet romance as the saga starts
Strikes a chord in paradise
A treat for the mind and the heart.

The melodious sounds of love,
Now our lustful driving force.
The primeval joining of bodies,
Coupling of minds charting a course.

Each movement strikes another chord,
Delightfully, matching hearts as they melt.
Reaching the peak of the mountain,
Cymbals crash, lover's MUSIC is felt.


By Dat Tru Gemini


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