Best Intimately Poems
Upon the arc rises familiar visage of tenebrous dawn
As birdsongs protest, yet another day gone wrong,
In anguish of emptiness thrashing~ stygian, forlorn,
Screaming relentlessly of despondent, indignant void
Blasting his emotions, clasped in poignant thoughts.
Nothingness was the theme of his darkened night
That brazenly shrouded luminance of starlit skies,
As the waxing moon turned pallid, refusing to shine
And benevolence of Venus dolefully uttered a sigh
When dreams, too, acceded to nightmares’ assault.
Life has been a long journey, trekking hills of misery
In hollow pursuit of hope, always despaired trying~
Every forward step of progress unresponsive, lacking
To rescue him from oblivion, from gravity of abyss,
Where silence echoes fear, warning there is no exit.
He knows intimately, she too feels dread of anxiety:
Of ocean-storms unseasonably rushing summer heat,
Parching her delicate notions of blossoming spring,
Of harsh winters encroaching on her autumns fiercely;
Yet, she stands steadfastly, defying the curse of grief.
Prodding goodwill of divinity she tolls bells of harmony
Giving voice and meaning to life’s reassuring feelings
Clamoring for a day to brighten halo of their morning,
Demanding relief; with her clenched fists at the ready…
Forever, if it takes that long, to alter path of destiny.
December 20, 2021
Poem of the day on December 22, 2021
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 27 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title: A Shout Into The Void
Enamored, I sit, in mystique of space and time
Glancing at intricacies of ebullience sublime
Contemplating mystery of universe all alone
Through echoes of destiny, heard and known,
Where birds roam, prairies bloom, oceans flow,
And lauding its miracles tranquil seasons glow
Enchanting passions of life, intimately I know.
Life at a glance is a bouquet of fresh flowers,
Exuberant pitter-patter of April rain showers,
Valleys and hills gracing resplendent meadows,
Sometimes sun-lit, sometimes in shadows,
Invigorating senses in fragrance of budding rose
Life is a bond of love that blossoms and grows--
A melody, a rhythm, a song every heart knows.
Alas, the happy vibes reside, tailing teary eyes,
For every smile somewhere, someone cries,
Dark clouds often daub expanse of blue skies,
Dense fogs precede beauteous morning rise,
And every celebration of success victory calls,
Someone on a steep-climb stumbles and falls.
Yet, hope of a new dawn always pierces dark
And replaces wolf-howls with sweet songs of lark,
So, I let mornings rise on ebullience of blue skies
Enamored in space, time, letting life actualize.
March 9, 2021
Poem of the week on March 14, 2021
Placed 4th: Life at a glance premium contest
Heart is a neglected garden,
diseased by an epidemic of weeds.
Breathless, pining for your breaths -
breathe passion into me
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
Cultivate soul with tender hands,
propagate seeds sensually.
Fertilise fragility with soft kisses,
form a vision of Eden
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
Upon dawn's delight of delicate germination,
intimately indulge deep into sensitive roots.
In storms shelter in an evergreen embrace.
In drought replenish like sacred drops of mercy
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
In what has become a monochrome existence,
paint a masterpiece of magnolia meadows,
flowing with amber, clementine, crimson and lilac petals.
For this body is yours, do not let it linger in decay
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
Sunday simple musing
Silent One
5 April 2020
Anyday and Sundays,
breathless with the word,
anticipation - he will show up.
It is the shout of Jericho,
as we walk out seven days…
the trumpet plays.
Good news for the narrow way!
The broad way is struck as if with lightning.
God is fearsome and frightening
when you push him away, reject him, and
press the ejection button.
But O, how elated to be in his presence
when he knows your name.
O my…he knows my name!
My knees weak as if in the presence of a lover,
easily bent…arms can’t be subdued.
When you know him intimately can’t help but smile.
His fiery passion, planted and groomed,
from heart to heart.
It’s the talk show where the host
surely will not make you weep,
but unexpectedly the Holy Spirit
snatches that emotion right out of you.
Suddenly your bonded to a sister
you never knew
shared your heartache.
You cling, with tears and tissues,
the issue dangling in front of everybody’s business.
No judgment here, just adulation at the brink
of healing — a rake, a plow, seeds planted now.
Raindrops falling, soul boiling - ready to reap
a whole lot of reckless love -
the kind that will change the world.
When he knows your name,
O my…he knows my name!
11/18/2021
the indelible scent of ecstasy filled their auras
with the fragrance of lovemaking spent and
aroused passion anxious to be tasted then
devoured…skin forged on skin…a magical collaboration
of need satisfying need…moments when love
takes you far beyond reality…no limits…
no borders…nothing refused… your physical surrender
a mere formality as flesh seeks flesh…
frolicking taste-buds unlocking rivers of dreams whose
surge simply washes away the pain of loveless
droughts past …in a heartbeat forever forgotten
all resistance simply ripped away as
flame licks ice as if it were candy… mouths drawn to loins
scented by eucalyptus that once inhaled becomes
unforgettable and forevermore addictive as
the taste of warm summer honey cloaks the soul
the strength of passion is found in its gentleness
the luxury of being touched so deeply…so intimately
your soul is turned inside out…eager to respond
the relentless tongue victoriously plays hide and seek
as a master…once found you beg for the mercy of more
you are never the same again…ever…as if a thirsty
sea lay within your soul and its tide is forever restless
paradise found …over and over…emptiness abandoned
as if a decree by the gods of love…two scents becoming
one..the air you breathe forever shared…the promise of
forever scratched on your skin as if you were a trophy
Irish ST PADDY'S DAY 2010
Fifty-two words in Inuktitut
A full deck plus a Joker
That's me
As a bike courier
Each day's weather
Was a new game to play
Winter storms a sport of kings
For traffic riders
Crowned insane
Beneath a frosted balaclava
A fervent grin with
Road salted teeth
Grinding
Under tread
Fifty-two words for snow and ice
I don't speak but understand
I know them intimately each.
17.11.23
Composed for Viv Wigley's
"My Winter"
In Silence
Sighing, gales vibrate, release the dance
Between avid oak in crimson hues -
Delicate golds, amber and carroty red
Maples delicate muse, autumn stillness, hush
Erasing the summer, quieting…
The sunlight whispers raining down
In silence, pretty secrets
Perfect reminiscences
Whispering, gentle breeze, reflecting the shadows
Brought to life, silhouettes breathless, echoing
Peace inspired by the embrace of vibrant colors
Inspirations so alive, thriving in pulsating lights
Saying a quick goodbye to the past
Where still, cool waters smile liquid laughter
Stirring the promises entwined
Knit together like prayers
Prayed by hearts
Who know that this season, harvest time, autumn
Brings wisdom, insights into the wonders murmured
Like endless pleas for the kindness, the creativity
His hand brings to the world He crafted from naught
Spoken into existence by His voice, His utterance
Expressions of beautiful, awakened
To the miracle of creation, the design
Brought to life by His light
The wonder of His thought
Because I know Him, my Savior, my Maker
Autumn feels like the imagination adorned
With blushing tones of compassion, charity
Sensitive words lasting in pages, scriptures
Portraying the riches of His splendor – His mystery
The answer to every prayer lies there
Amid the verses, the poetry and promise
Like falling leaves, in silence
His love abides, grace inspired…
By the One I know as real love, real hope, real life
Savior of the world – redeemer of the heart and soul
Deliverer of the spirit who looks to Him and believes
In a love that is alive and can only be received
By those who know Him intimately, trusting
His gift of grace – His book’s answers
His forever in heaven
His eternity, the blessing
Freedom, forgiveness…
A reason to listen – in silence,
To His guidance!
Her delicate silhouette still lingers in my eyes,
closer than these arms can embrace; haunting me.
I breathe her in within the lull of a zephyr,
lilac and roses filling the air; forever staining my memory.
Life found her defenseless, silenced by a veil of darkness;
faith clutched tight within her hand,
as esoteric dreams are shattered beneath the rages of a soulless hand.
Frail she emerged, soul hidden, draped in shades of gray.
Sweet serenity severed tragically; incarcerated reality.
Her taunting whispers bleed my heart,
no peace for the buried thoughts inside;
for innocence was laid to rest before dying,
earthbound, intimately weaving in and out through me.
No more saline tears to sate these eyes,
just an expressionless specter in human disguise.
She wore candy apple red the day she left; bright eyes that smiled.
I close my eyes and silken thoughts flow through my mind,
The time before time is opened, with all its glory and majesty.
I bring you with me my beautiful queen, within a dream,
To a time that is yet to come, or a time that is long since past.
The time before time, a blueprint of life, of all that shall ever be.
In this land of all tomorrows Love shall surely flow,
A river of life ever running across silver cords of memory.
My Golden queen, come join me within my Celtic Dream.
Your dream is mine, M 'Lord. Your thoughts reach my heart.
The river is swift and deep and I immersed in Love for you.
Time has no place nor meaning in the heart of our dream,
Past, present, or in all our tomorrows, we shall be together.
Our silver cords of memory will never tarnish, my Celtic Lord.
They tie our silken thoughts together, never to be torn apart.
In any land, upon any sea, winds call out your name to me.
Tis you I Love. No other will I ever join in our Celtic Dream.
Meet me tonight before the great white veil between worlds,
Where in our connected minds we ever meet each night.
I want but to gently take your hand my queen and enter our Celtic World.
There within the emerald green fields we shall join together in Love,
In the valley of echoes our love's song shall sing forever,
On the plateau of Arrach we shall look into our futures horizon.
My beloved, come with me into our Celtic scene,
Take my hand and we shall enter our Celtic Dream.
Rays of waning sun bid farewell, and amethyst twilight appears.
Eagerly, I listen for your footfall, for another night is nigh upon us.
Beyond the veil we shall tryst in emerald grasses and lavender heather,
Where enfolded in each others arms, we intimately whisper of adoration.
Our words shall softly echo through valley and vale in perfect harmony,
A song of sweet serenade until we've reached the mountain top.
There, hand in hand, we shall gaze into a million new tomorrows,
Knowing in each one, Love shall carry us deep into our Celtic Dream.
In visions of harmony, this Celtic Dream was born. Thank you, Mike.
What does crazy look like
I was asked once, what was my biggest fear.
"To be left walking alone barefoot and homeless punching myself in the head"
I said without hesitation; which surprised even me, I didn't know I had a biggest fear.
What does crazy feel like
Picture a train, not from afar, intimately close. You know, big dark roaring pumping charging steam engine chug chug chug. Lots of steam, lots of chug. Deafening. Now picture it meeting the bare flat face of a mountain head on; your mind the engine and your thoughts the car after car after car crashing into the next. Now picture you're on the other side of that mountain trying to chisel a tunnel with your fists.
Normally my mind's a meadow.
June 9th, 2018
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1224 Poetry Contest, Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Written: June 20, 2023
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Zealous
reflections
wrest my heart
humble
pitapatting
Honed
toward my ears
A thrum
glides
alone
Into a
scene
within
finger
tipped
firmed
curved
notes
Seeking each chord
of tempting harmony played
intimately in heartbeats among
the rivulets of a tempo step
Everything is felt in music
This happens as if holding
onto each note of my own life
Feeling harmonic vibrations
in deep resonating moods
of cool evenings on the patio
Crackling embers at a campfire
Voices recite songs held as would
become a tradition of simpler times of
childhood friendships grew together
Held as if we could hold onto moments
of hopes, of loves, of dreams. The stars
seemed to fall only as we looked away
Gained as one humble guitar absorbs
a night sky of improvised melodies
Each harmony found by instinct
by touch, by invisible sight
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He’s bigger than the mind
Can think or comprehend
He’s bigger than the heart and soul
He knows everything
He’s greater than the miracle
That He performs throughout the day
He’s greater than the mystery
That knows He hears me when I pray
He’s larger than the moon and stars
The sun that lights the day
He’s larger than the sweet grace
That He so generously gives away
He’s more alive than the breath of life
In silence He inspires faith
He’s more alive than the blood
That covers us all with a second chance
He’s the love that fills us all
With joy that flows through the veins
He’s love that is meant to be given
Without any reason or conditions
He’s a God who holds the world
In the center of his palm
He has all the answers
To prayers we whisper with hope
He’s the inspiration that we need
When compassion colors our thoughts
He’s wisdom strength and light
That brings assurance, hope and insight
He’s the one I long to know
Intimately and completely – fully
He’s alive like a consuming fire
That warms my soul so pleasantly
He’s peace that flows through me
When I feel the heat of his kiss
He’s the caress that welcomes me
When I need a kind and true friend
He’s my hope, my faith, my love
He’s the One who makes life worthwhile
Oh moon, so full, so dearly
bright, You are the light
of lovers; misty glow of night,
Dimmer than sun, his subordinate
reflection, yet remains he jealous
despite; for even death, cannot silence
love’s forever brilliance, vows
trans-versing ages--the grave a
mere cycling phase…each new face
a hopeful countenance—and all
passing through such shadows
are coated, in-spite of the daze,
with a gleaming, rapturous
glaze….
Oh Moon, your insight, unlike
all others—though depressed
in curfews of darkness--appealing
dread silence I call through the
thickness, while treading deep
echoes of night—where does a
heart sail when one beat cruelly
sunk--leaving the other, fond memory,
but little choice than to float
their dreams one alone...?
Till the fog once again lifted, and
awakened by her lips, love’s promise;
is not life so preciously gifted, to
we unworthy yet treasured by God?
Only you, Moon, see clearly our
heartaches; and the matchless pain
when summarily parted--our seasons
so like your own, cold and warmth,
dim halos and beaming glows--as
onto occasions light simmers...to again
lustrously grow. For humans--our
hearts free symphonies a-flutter—soul’s
mortal vehicle the spirit only intimately
knows; let no sadness sow doubt to
drown us, affirming for love
that love eternally flows….
Lay your hand upon my chest
Pressing hard with all your might
Then place your head there to rest
Dream some dreams with me tonight
We'll soar into the enchanted sky
Gaze intimately at the moon
glowing effulgent in your eye
as my heart begins to swoon
When you're gone I'll always feel
your impression on my heart
Knowing that our love is real
and our souls will never part
There was a place I used to know,..
where summer evenings
spoke in long shadows that were heard by the sun
blending dark into light
Where sweet grass, fragrant and damp, would buckle and bend
under the weight of a child's hide and seek,
then quickly spring back, upright and sleek,
as if to experience a last moment of fun
Tonight I recall how I'd watch from the window
My face pressed intimately against the cool glass,
while the children ran up and down the grassy knoll,
to stretch that last ray of light before it was time to come in
It was there
where perfume coming from small, sweaty foreheads
would rise to meet me, making my eyes smile, and my heart swell...
and the faint scent of childhood, mingled with the breeze
I remember kissing salty cheeks at bath time
Stroking feathered hair that fell into lathered curls
Soon after, when nestled, blissfully clean,
swathed in contentment, between cool, crisp sheets,
they would wait for a last goodnight kiss.
Young faces scrubbed red, and expectant
Reeking of soap, and joy, and love complete
Words?…. Most of them were left, unsaid
It matters little now
We had it all back then
for just a little while
Tonight I find myself within the nimbus of a memory,
while evening shadows tell about the laughter that is gone
But together we will listen, as the echoes linger on...
reminding me,
of a place I used to know
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8/13/18
Contest : Five Senses