LCs Phoenix's blog: "Poetry & Passions"

Two hearts long to embrace two souls to entwine to bring low the distance that once did divide. To play symphonies of desire, love and passion their orchestras concertoing the realities of what was once merely imagined. Lamented by lovers in poem, prose and song since time unremembered ...in this lamentation doth all they feel, need desire...belong. For when their dreams doth become their reality The sharing of all that is their body, soul and being will resonate with the lamentations of all the lovers since time unremembered and echo unto eternity.....

Ever does the rose blossom in the garden of my heart...alone yet not alone surrounded by many a beautiful flower, yet alone but not alone as the most delicate and full and beloved. Though storms may have savaged and ravaged the garden of my heart...alone yet not alone still grows that most beautiful rose. Alone yet not alone rising up full a'bloom...the delicate strength of its stem holding fast in the rich soil despite the harsh rains a'pelted down upon it. Alone yet not alone...the tender tenacity of its petals purviewing out wide despite the vicious winds that a'gailed it. Alone yet not alone...ever does that most beauteous rose blossom deeply in my heart.

~Christopher H. Price

Once vividly green

Now brilliant and varied be

Softly down they fall.

 

~~~/~~~

 

Soft auburn of tress

Deeply soulful brown of eye

Such beauty is She.

 

~~~/~~~

 

Shinny black, it sits

Current pulsing beneath it

Yet, burn it does not.

 

~~~/~~~

 

Cool but not yet cold

Air crisp but not yet freezing

Gone is Sol’s season.

 

~~~/~~~

 

Hard, soft, mellow, harsh

However it fills the air

Music stirs the soul.

 

~~~/~~~

 

Shimmering softly

Raging quietly along

The river calms me.

 

~~~/~~~

 

Sensuous yet not

Caressed into being

My beautiful lamp.

An empleasured pain

So strong as to nare’be Hate

Is dichotomic Love.

 

~~~/~~~

 

The sight of her smile

My heart breaking with pure joy

An angel is she.

 

~~~/~~~

 

Tall is the old tree

Its leafs no longer full green

Autumn, quick to come.

 

~~~/~~~

 

Gray-blue is the sky

A pretence to a soft rain.

To sust’ mother Earth.

 

~~~/~~~

 

Deeply blue is She

Not beauteous but a beaut’

Is my lil’ Tucson.

 

~~~/~~~

 

Thunderously loud

She freed my spirit and mind

I miss my H-D.

 

~~~/~~~

 

Her innocent laugh

She lifts my spirit always

I love my lil’ girl.

 

~~~/~~~

 

The song of her voice

Like an Angel of Choir

Ever joys my heart.

- A Leaf -

 

Quietly, I lay under the old tree

Gazing up into its branches

Blithely watching its feathering leafs

 

Through its gnarling limbs, sunlight beams

And I think of Life..of Love..of finer things

Of the smile of my child..of a woman a’far

And the joy that into my life they do bring

 

Quietly, I lay under the old tree

Gazing up into its branches

Blithely listening to a bird as it sings

 

Upon its gnarled limbs, does the bird sit

And I think of Life..of Love..of all that I miss

Of the smile of my Mother..and of family a’far

And joy that, at times, is only remembered bliss

 

Quietly, I lay under the old tree

Gazing up into its branches

Blithely following the fall of a single leaf

 

From its gnarled limb, does the single leaf fall

And I think of Life..of Love..my place in it all

Of all the smiles I’ve given and have been given so far

And from the joy in my heart, does a single tear fall

…as that lone little leaf flutters down upon my chest

- A Dance in the Rain -

 

A light gray day

Soft green grass

The sky lightly opens

And I watch her dance

 

Soft droplets upon her cascade

As she twirls and writhers

The smile in my heart no mere façade

As I watch the soft droplets play

Upon Her naked flesh

 

Outstretched arms...Upturned face

She writhers and twirls

A sensual vision of, stark naked, grace

As my heart a’lights to the sight

Of her eyes beaconing a come hither

Request.

 

A soft grey day

Lightly upon the grass

Her arms lovingly open

And I a’join her dance

 

Droplets, softly down, upon us descend

As we caress and slither

The passions in our hearts not pretend

As the rain and our fingers play

Upon Our naked flesh……

                                          CHP, 22 Sep 09

To savour all that is Her
To explore and divine all
of her passions all her desires
To learn and empractice
a man would aspire.

To rend real all her fantasies
To indulge her every sweet sin
succumbing to every temptation
To ignite and stoke
the fiercest fires within.

To burn from dusk to dawn
To blaze passionately, engulfed
an inferno, fiercer then old Sol
To rage and burn
one night would never be enough.

                                                ~CHP, March 16, 2009

CRASH!

You falling into me
with such powerful gentility
Rending me in the storms
of your sweetest sensuality
Echoing all that is my heart
my desires - so passionately

With my mind's eye wide open
...I see the reality of now
...and what will be...

Crashing into You
...Crashing into Me

                                    ~CHP, March 9, 2009

If the night be cold and long...
...thoughts running to deep...
...unable to sleep.
Just stop and breath...
...and dare to dream
..an awakened dream.
For life is oft a torturous mess,
yet oft as well a magnificent gift.
So, savour the moments...
That joy the heart...
...enlighten the spirit...
...impassion the soul.
And dare to dream...
..an awakened dream.
For in these awakenings,
we may see...
..all that joys us...
..all that enlightens us...
..all that impassions us...
...and all that yet may be.

                                           ~CHP, March 4, 2008

 

Bodies entwined, what treasures they find
as hands explore every peak and valley
..soft sighs..impassioned moans..
the symphony of two souls embraced.
To see...
To touch...
To taste...
...all the visions...
...all the sensations...
...all the flavours...
of two bodies blended in
passionate bliss.....
...entwined in eternal echoes of love and lust...