“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”
Nestled deep within the feel and touch of home
this heart of love goes on a holiday
Like feathered birds in heaven when they roam
all thoughts of you arise, like birds of clay
Nestled deep within the soul I have no choice
but flap my wings and lead you to my heart
Like warblers in the sun with trilling voice
all thoughts of you sing sweet, it is an art
Nestled at the font of love the heart's own mind
is like a shelter of collective pasts
Like memories of old that can't go blind
all ardors of the heart seem to outlast
Unblinking as the sun that shines inside my heart
the heart and mind of you and I, will never part.
Categories:
ardors, analogy, courage, cute love,
Form: Sonnet
I evoke the yearning desire,
Temptation expressing such fire,
Passions rising from the dark night,
Like feelings the poets will write
Owning the splendor of the storm,
Ardors this strong… never lukewarm,
Stirring the soul’s thirst to excite
Like feelings the poets will write
Blazing on skies in hues of wonder,
Sweet melodies, wild as thunder,
Burning hunger, the heart’s delight,
Like feelings the poets will write
Dreaming of him, love I implore
Pleading for more…, him I adore
This romance is more than alright
Like feelings the poets will write
Love him like a child loves its fun
Passionate kisses just begun
Beneath dark skies, lit with starlight
Like feelings the poets will write
I conjure handsome dreams, rousing
Joy surer than his carousing
Warming our hearts by candlelight
Like feelings the poets will write
Not just passions, but real love
Bringing more hope than I’d think of
Ever shining beneath moonlight
Like feelings the poets will write
Categories:
ardors, inspiration, joy, love, muse,
Form: Kyrielle
Forever sacred the sweet breath of spring
Flowing in through the floral rose arbors
More fragrant on the breeze than anything,
Forever sacred the sweet breath of spring
Like notes the first May nightingale sings
Arousing for his mate all masculine ardors,
Forever sacred the sweet breath of spring
Flowing in through the floral rose arbors.
Written May 1, 2022
Categories:
ardors, spring,
Form: Triolet
Mirror Mirror, they're
always claiming 'bout thou.
They pronounce that
you're unfair to them,
because you don't
change anything faces
thou.
You're not the only
one that reflects,
they've forgotten
how water shows
and gleams to what
confronts it. But bother
not, because apparently
the way they make
hates on you is likely
how they enmited it.
Mirror Mirror, sometimes
it takes you an australopithecus
to declare illusions and
ramshackles.
Even though you mimiced
such, it's nineties time of
your brainy obstacles.
Those skeptics to you
will remain as how they
believedout in you.
They spend hundreds
decades but still discover
themselves as how
they left you.
I can remember reputely
the time those with red
ears used to visit *******
and deceit them by giving
them your parts like
mendaciouses.
Your hierarchy is more
further distanced from other inventiouses.
Many definations are synonymize
you with your demeanors.
I venerate you with all my
hearty ardors.
Categories:
ardors, africa,
Form: Alliteration
Written by CayCay Jennings and Mark Woods
Tip-toeing to the music
Appealing turning flow
Pirouetting, fling quick
Perpetual lover’s glow
They’re moving
Grooving
Blood begins to flow.
Rhythmical growing sound
Creating trembling sway
Tunes make for yearning
Takes all their cares away
They’re sailing
Sharing
Ardors clear display.
Deliberate sensual stirring
Pulses summoned by the beat
Melody softly changing
Sustaining precious heat
They’re teasing
Breathing
Intense moves repeat.
Every note now flirting
Revealing passion strong
Building an intimate need
Blending want within the song
They’re burning
Aching
Senses are now gone.
Caressing gentle measure
Notes etch upon the flesh
Urging gently drives them
Want catches in each chest
They’re craving
Cresting
Dancing twosome mesh.
Categories:
ardors, dance, desire, emotions, love,
Form: Rhyme
There was a time when had we met
We'd have rushed to take what we could get
We'd have felt the heat of passions fire
We'd have reveled in our deep desire
For these are the things that lovers do
When damp with feverish sweat they woo
But sadly, perhaps, we met when we
Were past that stage in life you see
Cruel time has cooled our ardors
So now we are likers, not lovers.
Categories:
ardors, age, passion,
Form: Light Verse
His favorite amongst flowers
The pale pink running rose
This quiet still morn in wee hours
Take Rose note__he will compose
Thinking of her as he writes love
How he ardors her petals
So soft to touch his cheek__ write of
Perfume on mind settle
Just to touch and inhale_beauty
Her beauty at day break
To steal kiss wonderful fruity
Under rose trellis_quiver_ shake
His favorite amongst flowers
Rose that gives scented showers
Categories:
ardors, fantasy, imagination, love, nature,
Form: Sonnet
Your convictions spread thin,
morals delayed for friday nights.
And alibi's for a biast mind?
I find no reply,
I find no reply.
I consume in baneful thoughts
my maladys, my ardors,
watched them sold and bought.
You tell,
You tell,
Has your secrecy lost?
My ears are open.
My head,
an empty space,
waiting to be cluttered.
Fill me with your affection,
your affliction,
your deepest dejection.
And my arms,
open wide.
Open to hold you,
protect you,
keep you,
warm and tight,
warm and tight.
And you ache,
of pains not physical.
And your lips,
prune and dry whimsical.
If I could just know what you're thinking,
what's the product to your laceration?
Open up that chest,
and catch the dreams in your heart,
they're rifting,
they're sinking.
Categories:
ardors,
Form: I do not know?
Sweet summer winds, hear me
Ne’er endure this bewailing daybreak
For where whether not daylight rises
Now silenced eternal under prettified blossoms
Sleeps that sweet beauty that defined me.
Under the dimly faded blanket of Gaia
In the blanched obsidian void of memory
Her slowly fading voice of once yesterdays
Never again to behold tomorrows promise
Or the faint blushing of a passionate today.
Just as with the finality of her passing
So to must I forge into the imminent
Over muted gray landscapes I must trod
Where ardors drying tarns now reflect me
Eroding under slow eyes of time…
As I linger waiting for him to claim me
She lies peaceful, only I, to grieve.
Categories:
ardors, death, life, loss, philosophy
Form: Free verse
Wind stream rider high in flight
Far beyond espy steady
Searching clouded obsidian
Peaks of loss and desire
Held closely to my sanity
Erupted in fears adrenaline
Rushing through feral blaze
Carrying that scent within epitome
Stilling me trepid emptiness drains
Into this eddy ripping my voice
Roaring passion inside echoes
Off my skull where solace blankets
Covering bodies waxy marring
My features hiding my dishonor
Whitewashed shame of lasting hope
Carried behind an icy azure
Suavely cold and hotly fevered
Illusions I carry eyes skyward
Probingly closed stifled straining
Catching your voice as you descend
From the heights of Daedalus down
Will I lay my ardors last vigor
Of a promise of eternal love holding
You close as you…
Fall to me.
Categories:
ardors, devotion, hope, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse