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Sunrise against my neck
that no cheap tan booth could ever match.
I ring the doorbell in anticipation of joy’s injection.
I needed it.
Because I left my cell phone in the car,
as I didn’t want to hear any chimed email
or text annoyances.
And the car just got cleaned,
only for the birds to have their way
on its waxy shine.
Time to grab the flamethrower from my trunk!
But, before I could scream in Braveheart declaration,
there she was.
Her 6 yr old smile,
made of 1/4 inch gaps between innocence enamel,
captured me like no other could.
“Tio”, she preached in angelica sonata.
As she held me,
with puppy love warmth.
Even the rainbows fell to its knees.
She took off my jacket with ferret-like perkiness and
asked me to sit on the floor with her.
But, not before offering to toast me some Eggo waffles
with a big glass of Ovaltine…
…in her Little Mermaid glass,
proudly made in North Korea.
It even had the dictator’s initials and a bucktooth smiley face stamp, signed in glitter
Thank God I just took my online course in Child Safety.
I was ready!
As I sip on Little Mermaid’s curves,
shaped in plastic, swirly straw weirdness,
a sound blasts off from a Barbie radio.
My 2 yr old angel galloped into this heart of mine,
with Tinnitus piercing scream & laughter,
tackling me in Incredible Hulk lunge.
“Hi Tio”, she whispered, before she hopped back upstairs,
laughing maniacally with rapid head tilts, left to right to left.
Boys will fear her.
And I couldn’t be more proud.
After two moments of silence,
my 6 yr old angel places her Dr. Seuss book on my lap,
as she sits in front of me.
“I can r-r-read
with my eye-s
She carefully completed the sentence,
as my eyes instantly fill with leaky pride
and an ingrained smile.
10 minutes later, she shut her book and asked me how she did.
“I am so proud of you my angel.”
“You have come so far.”
I had to hold back tears because I didn’t want to throw her off.
Yet I think she knew,
because she kept her head down and smiled with gentle starburst.
And it was then where I heard her say,
“Those who matter don’t mind,
those who mind don’t matter.”
But she was quiet, looking at me with tilted head & smile.
For it was my inner child,
© Drake J. Eszes
Beneath dusted moonlight she twirls
Her hennaed fingers mesmerising
Upon the wind her name is carried as a sigh
Dancing almond eyes cast a spell
Her rhythmic movements enchant the stars
Bare feet weave delicately
Eyes closed she sways to the beat of the mridangam
A rich tapestry in motion
Enlightened before Sarasvati
Sensual in existence
She is one with the moon
Her tantric dance eternal
Alone a young boy waits
Alone a single heart beats
Alone he yearns, for her.
mridangam - Indian hand held drum
Sarasvati - Indian Goddess of sensual love, music, art, poetry and learning
If not passion then desire, that fills
this heart with fire. At last this heart
has found that hallowed ground at
your side, that place of dreams.
Where the deepness of my love is
borne on wings of angels, where
the words of love tumble, fall as
blossom at your feet. Sincerity
lingers like a fragrance, warm and
inviting, soft as that first kiss. That
first kiss built on the foundations
of forever, of beating hearts in
perfect time. There is passion, there
is desire, but it is the true essence
of love that kindles the emotions
within this heart. Swaying to and fro
like poppies in an open field, this
open field a vastness of the purest
love. Horizons to be reached, wishes
and dreams to be achieved. With
this in mind I forget time and dream
of you in eternity.
For nearly 45 years I never spoke of that day; the emotional pain was too great.
I simply hid it in the lining of my soul, knowing in my heart you didn’t stand
a chance with me as I stood in the rubble of my life and let you go, wrapped
in my heart with a wish and a prayer- all I had to give. And for 45 years,
I dreamed of you and me playing in fields of daisies under blue skies as
I cried inside, wondering where you where, and if there was a part of you
that somehow would remember me- would remember the bond we made
in that single moment we shared together, when the nurse held you up to the
nursery window for me to see as I stood on wobbly legs, with my trembling
hands holding unto a pole with a dripping IV?
I prayed. Lord! How I prayed that someday, by the grace of God,
you’d come back to me when the time was right.
So I lived my life. Got back up and crawled out of the rubble that was me,
and lived with half a heart that somehow still managed to beat.
With the passing of time, I bloomed; sometimes red, sometimes blue when I thought of all the years we could have shared as I sat and listened to family and friends
tell me of the joyful times they shared with their children, grandchildren
and great-grandchildren as, I smiled and cried inside and dreamed of you,
and all the years of your life I missed and, all the years I would never know.
It was then I realized I was a very lonely soul. So, I wrote and wrote and
wrote, never suspecting for a moment that nearly 45 years later,
you would find me through a poem I wrote for you.
I know I can never replace the mother and father who raised you, for the bonds
of time shared are much stronger than blood. Yet knowing what a wonderful
women you turned out to be, beautiful, intelligent, compassionate
and now with a daughter of your own, is enough for me, and someday
when the time is right for you, I hope and pray , we will meet again.
This is a true story. It was through this forum ( poetrysoup ) my birth daughter found me.
Love is like a fire
It often expires
A comfort that revives
Your tender soul alive.
A blind joy soaring
The loveless signs ignoring
It rises high with freedom's grace
To spring a blush upon your face.
Love is sweet like antique wine
It breaks the fetters of loveless mind.
Love is loving all the time
Love is a spirit unconfined.
Love is a constant kindness
A joyful untamed madness.
Love jealous not
Or is a selfish glut.
Love is a divine quality
Expressed in purity!
Some of us ,perhaps are not cut out for this perfect world,
Life tells its story as the moments unfold.
Here we are sharing this Space, this Age,
Like odd misfits, sharing this societal charade.
The lonesome lover, whose love has died,
The angry rebel who trains children to fight..
The child who grew up on the streets,
The girl who left home in shame for her deeds.
Countless lives, strange stories,
Empathy, sympathy,sadness, joy, anger, love.
Each tale has its own fragrance,
Its not just the beginning or the end,
Its a bit deeper than that, my friend.
Confirmation to conventions bind our minds,
'Freedom' is born inside.
Little control that we have over others' opinions,
Free yourself, free the mind-
The world transforms, the vision changes,
Hope blossoms, Love makes its way inside,
Life grows, meanings surface,
Peace reigns... and the courage returns.
and I follow myself over his smile to find my eyes, promising uncertainty and chewing on
my bottom lip with the hunger that resides in...
He rolled me over and kissed my dreams, his mouth became my salvation and I nailed myself
to the bedpost as we made love, my legs became morning while I screamed midnight to the
and I had never seen such a beautiful sunrise, I had never seen the beginning color herself so
I told him, as our eyes appeared shallow, as the light dimmed and he breathed summer on my
“Blue is blue, Dear, don't try to shade it with red.”
But he explained to me the art of bruises, he informed me the results were beautiful, and
he held up a mirror to my unmarked skin, places where the black and blue and...
while he sheltered my chest with his hand, covering my heart with his palm, and told me
the results still beat...
I cried, tears of the rain that once fell in April, and he held me, time slipping between
us, beads of sweat that spoke eternity and seven more months, and I spoke silently so he
could hear me, I whispered his name...
“God, you're beautiful,” he said on the second I realized the sadness had left me, that
she had found content and was studying the games we never played with the fascination of a
child, I touched his cheek with the surreal movements that occur when one has fallen and
been caught and smiled at the thought of us...
I sacrificed my pain that night, I handed it straight over to midnight when the day broke,
I blended the sunrise with blue and watched the sky turn purple with him right beside me,
I counted the minutes to eternity and he laughed at my obsessions as he told me I was...
as he drank my belief off my left shoulder with a kiss...
and I looked at him, in the light, my eyes deep with the memories of the sea, as I kissed
him, with a certainty I never questioned as tomorrow started forever...
and he would live inside me
Margie........my one and only........Margie
love's music echoes timeless
spring fed it flows forever
Pop would get up early, make Mom's hand-mixed
favorite black and green tea, and when ready,
he walked down the hallway tinkling her teacup
with a spoon, gently waking her.
When he came home each day
he'd whistle the tune......
"Margie......how I love you ......"
alerting her that he was near.
On occasion, his mood would be jubilant
upon arriving home,
just like his favorite basketball team,
The 'Harlem Globetrotters'
Mom was Dad's whole world,
I could hear his expectant excitement
in the tone of his remarkable whistling
whenever I pushed him down the hallway
in his wheelchair, knowing his one and only
lifelong love would soon be in sight.
He couldn't mix and brew her favorite tea
anymore, or wake her with her tinkling teacup,
but until the end, he could still whistle!
could he whistle!
~ A Surprise~
I just found out how addictive I will become when you will embrace my
irresistible body to conquer my appetite and yearn to engulf my harmonious body into your arms while sleeping next to me in bed. Love Me.
Welcome me spontaneously to lay me down
yearn for my seductive body undress me affectionally propose
to love and carry me away as your newly wedded wife.
Embrace me tonight,hold my face to freshen my lips,desire my charm into your arms,steal away my youth sincerely,I love you when
you cuddle me softly to caress me eternally while allowing your silhouette closer to mine for us in unison reach out towards our continuos non stop breathing till this endless night comes to the end of our honeymoon with a
I just found out my darling I am already pregnant.
Isn't It beautiful for you to become Husband & Father the same night.
Oh Yes! Yes!
How blessed I'm that
You are in my life.
I honored to be a part of you.
When the sun going beyond
The moon late too
Within the luster of evening,
Your aura fills the scene.
I can honestly say
My dream has come true
And you would never believe
How much I love you.
I hear the tenderness of your smile,
I hear the softness of your voice,
Your whispers are gentle echoes
It will blaze so brightly
That it's warmth lingers in my heart,
Beckon my tired soul and
Embrace me in its radiance.
Your skin, your hair
All so soft and fine
How lucky am I
That you are all mine.
How lovely the music of your heart,
The hugs, the kisses.
The most precious treasure
I have seized for ever.
I searched the deep sea blue,
I love you baby, my prize is you.