Best Bodies Poems
Two bodies, two hearts and two lives
A midnight moon glistens softly
upon the Mediterranean sea
as we count stars in the heavens,
twinkling like opals on this
warm Maltese evening
Our island, a tiny gemstone
in an aqua expanse cradles us
within its silken sands,
caressing our skin, soothing our senses
as a cool breeze wafts
The melodic rhythm of the waves,
symphonic whispered echoes serenade
this secluded beach we have embraced
as our own, creating a love song
in nature’s perfect key
As we compose the lyrics, sensual verses
of stardust ecstasy in harmony with
two bodies, two hearts and two lives,
forever entwined in the passion
of this tropical paradise
She’s dead they said!
She I thought. Who is she?
I stared straight down at a frumpy old thing.
On the bed, a lump, so dead.
Was that me? I asked my spirit guide.
My guide laughed; he always loves it
That it takes me a while to recognize my flesh body
Between life times.
Let’s go figure it out, he suggested.
We watched a video; my entire life as a woman.
As a she; I was still trying to get over it actually.
I was a mother and a grandmother? What was that like?
You don’t remember? He asked me.
He is amazed at my lack of long-term memory.
My short term memory is not that great either.
I do not hang on to bodies with much admiration or reverence.
We sat around watching other people’s movies.
These are your possibilities he told me.
Parent possibilities. It was all coming back to me now.
I do not want to be a girl! I told him sternly.
He laughed. Impregnating me as a boy, but the egg split.
So I came back around as a twin.
I was damned mad when I saw that the other twin was a boy.
And here I was a girl again. Some idiot doctor slapped my butt, and
I could not stop bawling!
Luna shares her sunlit surface
With the night
Knowing she depends on her
Love, for light.
For eons they have shared the
Sky in space,
As both share with Earth their
Power and grace.
Sol controls the four seasons
That he guides.
Luna sways our moods along
With ocean tides.
Both are needed for our dear
Earth to thrive.
Let’s give thanks for God's creations
And being alive.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note:
On Monday, Nov. 14 2016 Earthlings will be treated to a so-called supermoon - the closest full moon of the year.Monday's supermoon will be extra super - it will be the closest the moon comes to us in nearly 69 years since 1948.
Ardor feels are divine
Bodies erotically entwine
Caresses eagerly connect
Desires meet to intersect
Emotions feed passion
Fondlings sassy fashion
Gasps praise movement
Hearts pump excitement
Intimate whispers tingle
Joining lips mingle
Kisses feed desire
Loins share ardor’s fire
Moving hips enthuse
Needy bodies fuse
Outcries express zeal
Pleasure pulses appeal
Quenched libidos slake
Ravenous wants take
Silk sensuality grooves
Tantalize rhythm moves
Unleashed hunger plunders
Velvet kisses thunder
Waves ebb and flow pleasure
Xanadu houses flesh treasure
Yearnings flame with lust
Zing intensifies thrust
food, god, and the universe as you
You are the universe (I insist and will prove it)
So say grace before you eat ...
You agree we are stardust, the stuff of the Universe
So say grace before you eat, but think productively ...
If stars & humans are stardust, why not the food we eat?
So say grace before you eat ... and respect the food you become
Like the sun, we turn a piece of bread into bigger humans
So say grace before you eat ... know why Jesus did so
We have been recycled here, not dumped from another "place"
So say grace before you eat ... we are in this together
Listen: like water is not created, only recycled, so are we!
Say grace before you eat ... or drink!
We are eating the sun daily, in terms of food pyramids, the food chain
Say grace before you eat, drink, or go fishing ...
We are recycled energy from sun, recycled water, modified fish, meat, fruit
Say grace before you eat fruit, fish, fowl, or larger mammals or snails
And do not let THEM tell you where you stop connecting with YOUR universe
Say grace before you eat, and during cooking, by thanking life in the pot
Jesus made much of the communion; you let RELIGION stick you a ritual:
Lapsed Episcopal Minister, Alan Watts, said: "Cooking is a process of loving"
Say grace before ... during ... after consuming the Universe
Because you are consuming YOURSELF: You The Universe Disguised!
What do I do with all the dead bodies
Of those who have murdered my heart
And left me a wreck
With no hopes and dreams
No self esteem
No will to fight
Or get through the night…
What? What do I do with all the dead bodies
Strewn along the pathways of my mind
People who are dead to my heart
Those whom I want to forget
Who fed me the bile of regret
What do I do?
What do I do with all the dead bodies
Of those who have deadened my love
And left my heart frozen, numb
Left me alone to scream
Thirsty by love's stream
Longing to die
Without knowing why
They could be so cruel
To break my heart’s every rule
What shall I do?
I will bury them….
In some forgotten well
As I live out my hell
Of the memories they’ve left behind
To this heart they were not kind
I will bury them…
Once and for all
There is no resurrection call
For the dead bodies of my heart…
Eileen Manassian Ghali
reversed and reformed repost edit.
once before humans walked the earth. before Adam and Eve before the trees and the air we breathe there was one-
one physical body with four legs four arms and two heads as well as one soul accompanied by one heart. as full of love and self as they could be.
they challenged thy who brought to life and for that they were once cursed,
cursed by zeus chained apart.
as full as they once were they were henceforth two souls.
two bodies of flesh two bodies with a pulse with veins and a heartbeat.
cursed to roam the earth in search for the other.
in search for acceptance- as to be soulfully vulnerable and naked with each-other without the air and noise they had grown to know an as a “society”
yet they walked the earth with a sparkling glowing desire.
the desire soon turned into hope.
yet even when their prayers were answered they found themselves unfulfilled. soon the power of evil came into their hearts as quickly as the love for each-other.
the greed as-well as lust the undying urge to be unholy to once go back to how they were.
fulfilled yet it seemed no matter how much they laughed and cried and yearned they would never be one.
no matter how much they yearned for the other to be sewn together once again their prayers went unanswered.
no matter how much their bodies met in a orgasmic rush they were never one.
as manic as one gets when they’re prayers are never received they soon hoped their deaths would bring them together.
that the holy feeling of death as their blood poured and spilled into the others.
the hope their blood would become one as it rushed together was nevertheless just hope.
as they bleed they soon became to realize they would never be whole again.
as they stared into the others soon to be motionless eyes they soon came to the realization this was their curse.
their souls to be tarnished unholy and unfinished.
to be chained away from each other for all of eternity, just for greed over the gods. this was forever the mortals of earths curse
War taught of the need for nutrition and good health,
and so Penicillin was first used on mass scale,
tin food was too, like never before,
that pill when you’re ill distributed through war.
Wellington Boots were first used with army suits,
when invaders wanted Greek ground democracy was found.
Those chemical compounds taught of nuclear doom,
while v2 rockets put man on the moon,
engines on planes were made safer,
now airplanes fly in lanes tracked on radar.
This website you’re on and the E-mails you get,
be sure you know, war made the internet,
talking of war that’s what walkie talkies were first for,
war gives us advanced things we only dreamt of before.
And I stress, without war we'd know less,
but the best lesson of them all, is, don’t go to war.
Lovers on a bed of leisure,
Caressing their depth with pleasure.
Hands up,mouths down,
Legs coil,in-love drown.
c.2017
Early morning delivers birdsong joys,
as the darkness is swept away by God.
Undulations for my ears, sonorous
and dear, over and over - I ponder
small bodies with feathers, noteworthy songs.
Why does their cadence console us each day
as the sunrise breaks forth with cheeriness?
How awfully sad that the night dwellers sleep!
They douse their ears with flammable liquid.
I weep for soused sufferers who miss out!
I spied the church steeple, with a “caw, caw.”
I bet those crows are there each day to greet
those seeking the inner doors of its peace.
Who notices but I, the poetess?
Who cares at all if crows speak well of us?
A man with a rich heart is filled with wealth
A man with a rich pocket has no wealth
He with love has a soul at peace
He without love has no peace
Steal from me you are only stealing from yourself
Kill me and you kill a part of yourself
Love me and you love yourself
For we are all one in many bodies just separated here on earth
As Dusk absorbs a charcoal hue,
ebony inks the heart of Night.
And an owl bids daylight adieu,
silhouetted, against last light.
We welcome the glow of the moon
on the wings of a turtledove.
And glinting like a gold doubloon,
Luna smiles down upon our love.
Our spirits float above the Earth,
untethered from their mortal perch.
And we realize love's true worth;
lies in the finding, not the search.
We gaze up at a blushing Mars
as our bodies and souls entwine.
And a sky filled with twinkling stars
forms a crown: for my Valentine.
Blundering bodies
Find fulfilment in rhythm;
Let the Music in.
"Bodies of Work"
Wings lift us up
on the old works
reinvented
beauty
is what we want,
beauty in the mind
we invoke
a new world,
continuum in harmony
it sings
in the strange,
beautiful things
in the heart
to mind
quantum
phenomenon
magnetised
Wings lift us up
away from the old
bodies of work
Venus rising
luminescent
via lucis
Elysium
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
lux vitae
I have a heart not pumping not feeling
It hangs on my chest serving no purpose
I want it to hurt but it got nothing
Dried all up of life's forgotten repose.
I am soaked in decades unprocessed truth
Forever trapped in perfect preserved corpse
Without preview of underlying roots
Of how to this kind of creature I've morphed.
I'm undead but I learn to live with it
There is no part in me for emotions
No fatal focus attached to be hit
For cold body to be back in notion.
Eternity will be my company
One hell joke that will never be funny.