Poet's blog: "Poetry"

 

 

 

 

Sunrise

 

Sunrise

Soft light

Simplicity

Sensitivity

Sensuality

Sexuality

Spontaneity

Sufficiency

Sunrise

 

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Touch Me

 

Touch me

Make me feel your warmth

Wrap your legs around me

Dig your heels in, pull me close

Let me feel your moistness

Taste your essence

Hear you murmur soft cooing

As I enter your spirituality

Your womnahood

Touch me

Make me yours

Let me feel your ecstasy

Until I am spent

 

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Peeking

 

Surreptitiously moving

As a shadow

Hearts desire

To be observed

Daily in actions

As simple as washing the face

 

Peeking

Am I pervert?

Or an observer

To understand

What makes you – you

To smell your toothpaste

As you pass by

Not noticing

Me noticing you

 

Peeking

The open button on your blouse

Exposing the curve of the breast

Flashing back to last night

And you hovering..

Nipple just out of lips reach

A better memory

For remembrance

 

Peeking

The hint of your ankle

Mirror reflection as I straighten my tie

You not seeing me

Seeing you

In everyday motion

Fluid, perfection

Satisfying

 

Peeking

At tussled hair

Splayed across my chest

A slight purr

Crosses your lips

Napping

I think you know

I am peeking

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The walk

 

My bones ache

Dreading going outside

Yet I know

The dogs and I need

The walk

 

The skies graying

With emotion, the

Wind sweeps

The dog’s ears back

Yet a faint smile

Appears across their

Faces

 

The dogs’ paces

Alternate between

Bursts of curiosity

And pauses of

Physical relief

 

Rain falls intermittently

And I hope it

Will wash away

The wrinkles betraying

My youth lost

 

Then I am reminded

By the shear joy

In my dogs’

Stride…”silly human”

As if the male was to say

“There is not time

Enough to

Worry about was

And will never be again… each

Moment wasted worrying

Is just more youth lost!”

 

I confess with a grin

As big as the dogs’ (but

Without the tongue

Hanging out).. that

To walk is good!

Amazing – isn’t it?

 

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Fire

 

We dance

The fires edge

Feeling its warmth

Yet avoiding the lure.

Of its lick

The flame of its passion

The burn

The feeling so intense

To sear our soul

Forever reminding

Of that which we desire

But dancing on the edge

We can only be but shadows

Never the light

Never the passion

But fear

 

We must douse ourselves

With the fuel

To light the match

Commence the burn

To scar the heart

To experience

We must not fear

To scorch

To embrace

The fire

To love

 

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Consideration

 

Waves washing upon the shore

Eroding, taking substance,

Swift current churning

Leaving a vacancy, lost safe harbor.

 

Asking for what’s not there,

From a person who needs.

Is not to consider the other,

But shallow love of oneself.

 

Loss is a vacancy made.

Seek not that which has eroded,

Is not to build, but steal,

Is not to create, but destroy.

 

The means is to replace,

Not ask.

The solution is to understand,

Not demand.

 

To love is to consider,

Not expect.

It is to give unconditionally.

 

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My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends

It gives a lovely light!

 

ESVM

Gods Hands

 

On the seventh day

God stood back and said

It is good

Creation

Made by hands

Formed from clay

Each day

A child is born

Who plays

Drawing

Touching

Mud Pies

Putting all in one’s mouth

Building

Sand Castles

 

To create

To form

Musical

Lyrical

Written

Painted

Molded

The artist

 

Each child

Plays

Each Artist

Creates

Each child

The artist

Gods hands

 

Poet

new poem..

Survivor or More?

Black eye taken for my brother
Abusive father
Family rejection
I am, I AM!
Right brain
Holistic, prosodic, intuitive
Expressive, intelligent
Parents don’t understand
Please understand!
Leaving home
Who really cares?
Treasures by the side of the road

Modeling, I am pretty.
Bartending, I hold my own.
Dirty martini
Dishwater blonde
Loving lace
Raincoat and high heels
Wanting more
Leaving him
Taking son
Only $2000
Hand me downs
Mismatched dishes
Date rape
No one really cares
Treasures on the side of the road

Italian man
Solid
Left-brain
Analytic,
Verbal,
Logical.
Honest first dinner
Security
Safety
Safe.
Material needs
Needing to be needed
Two more kids
Do I really care?
Treasures on the side of the road
 
Crooked eyebrow
Impish smile
Sensitive neck
I moan
Ella Fitzgerald
Merlot
Vodka/Cranberry
Vodka/Grapefruit
Beauty
All define me.
Trouble follows,
Life evolves,
Tarot, searching.
Simplify,
Simplify!
More than survive!
A girl my lord
In a flatbed ford
Slowing down to take a look at me.
I should really care!
Now its about me,
A treasure driving down the side of the road.

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I wanna be six again I wanna be six again Eat Lucky Charms Go to Six Flags Ride the Death Slide Maybe the Wall of Fear Of course the Monster Coaster Eat a Happy Meal With Extra Fries And a Chocolate Shake I wanna be six again Take in a movie With soda pop Popcorn with extra butter Possibly M&Ms What an adventure? How my stomach hurts hmmmmmmm Maybe grown-up is ok With my Pinot Noir And Italian cuisine With Crepes for desert And BMW’s or Harleys That go fast Maybe grown-up is ok And theater With canapés And champagne Possibly chocolate covered strawberries Maybe grown-up is ok With you With me Love you Love me How my heart yearns Why wanna be six again? Poet