Where are you?
Caress my hair,
drift through my mind's eye...
Let your fingers dig deep,
unearth the day's toils, plant seeds
that give birth to joyful tendrils
Use these, weave me rivered reveries...
Stay by my side 'til Sun kisses my cheeks
Blanket me in your kaleidoscope warmth
let silken threads of dreams tickle me,
so smiles meet my lips as I sleep
Unravel my wrinkled mind,
smoothen it, breathe new life
with your magic touch
Let me feel you,
Date posted: April 25, 2011 6:40am
You never have time
for me,” her husband whined
as he dropped his dirty clothes
right there on the floor by the bed.
Trying not to roll her eyes, she gave
this quick response to her disgruntled spouse:
“The kids, chores and mishaps have me spinning,
and you tell me you feel rejected.
To have a blissful home takes two.
Consideration is key.
I’m also missing you!
To be successful
in our bed, take
time OUT of
it. . . for
A Double Etheree written May 27, 2012
for David Williams'
The Three H's Poetry Contest
When children are taught never to forget
conflicts’ lessons, to love all humans,
to honor those through history
who, selfless, wrought liberty. . .
Then will spangled dreams of
world peace be fulfilled
as God imparts
For PD's Contest on Grace
pink passion of
trembling dew-damp bloom;
peach bliss of morning's kiss
coaxes a roseate flush;
warmed inner whorls teased to unfold,
the blushing bud swelling to open,
sun tonguing fragile folds, petals parting.
your sweet rays
let your warm breath
touched upon my face
bathe me with your radiance
and witness as a smile blooms
from my eyes that glow in surprise
to my full lips longing to be sealed
by an endearing and passionate kiss!
in a child’s small hand
They make me understand
that beauty is found within
the dirt and grass and broken stems
Who needs florists’ bouquets when this child
loved me enough to pick broken flowers
HEAR THOSE BELLS (Etheree and Tanka combined)
one plus one two
it is a magic time
when promises are made
a lifetime commitment two
at the time so easy to do
but there will surely be many trials
two souls in a give-and-take arrangement
many couples fail
fail to give each other space
space to know themselves
and those who weather the storms
owe thanks to god’s bright angel’s
when images are
wondrously concrete. . . a
wings unfolded on a shiny
leaf - not flitting about . . . Poems that
don’t elude, the ones I choose to peruse.
I need a poetess with passionate pens
To write me real and romantic rhymes
I need a sweet, super souper;
To write lovely lyrics
And make my heart happy
Every day and night
We’ll be lively;
Please will you
evoke slight goose bumps
or perhaps they are caused
by the spectral reflection
of sky colors kissing the sea
overwhelmed by many sensations
dusk evolves slowly in the April sky
I shiver, knowing Holy Saturday
pulls curtains of anguish to a close
remaining awake to see dawn
tapping Resurrection’s hope
wrapping my weary heart
as Christ rises
*For Nette's first contest theme “Dusk” and “Touch”
by Carolyn Devonshire