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In His Bed Part 2

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In his bed she hears him approach with long strides.
The covers are over her head as she pretends to hide.
With one swift yank she is left naked and bare.
Meeting his eyes in a longing appreciative stare.
 
In his bed he falls swiftly into her welcoming arms.
With a fiery passionate kiss he surrenders to her womanly charms.
She hungers for him like she has for no other. 
Just being with him sends her into a delicious shudder.

In his bed she helps him out of his clothes as quickly as she can. 
Wanting to feel his skin touching hers yet once again.
She marvels at his physique, he is a feast for her eyes.
She can never get enough of him no matter how much she tries.
 
In his bed she gives his nipple a lick, then a gentle bite.
Her hand grasps his hardness, they both are filled with delight.
She lowers herself and teases him deliberately with her tongue.
The music that they make together has only just wondrously begun.
 
In his bed he pulls her gently away, for he is on the verge.
He does not want any waiting time before they finally merge.
His eyes light up as they take in each and every curve.
A giggle escapes her lips as she sweetly whispers....."self serve!"
 
In his bed he is overcome with hunger, his eyes fill with lust.
His lips trail kisses down her arms before they settle on her bust.
Up and down each leg, not a spot he wants to miss.
He feels her body twitch and tremble from each perfectly placed kiss.
 
In his bed she feels his tongue lascivious lick her inner thigh.
She marvels at his patience, he is unlike any other guy.
She lets out a gasp as he zooms in on the right spot.
He deftly uses his tongue and lips, shy he is not.
 
In his bed he hears her breath quicken and feels her body shake.
If this is a dream, then he hopes he'll never wake.
He covers her body with his and miraculously they become one.
The pleasure so immense and they only just begun.

Premium Member Rites of Harvest Moon --Hexsonnetta

When harvest moon alights,
to sail like gauzy lace
on through a cloud’s embrace...
I watch her mystic rites,
as beaming, she excites
my lithesome hours of grace.

How glorious the view
atop a mountain crowned…
with lilies all around
that settle on her queue,
beguiling eve, anew
when sparklers reach the ground.

Till weaves of dawn advance
which ends fine Luna’s trance.


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Andrea Diterich's The HexSonnetta
Rhyme Scheme: a/bb/aa/b c/dd/cc/d ee 
~ the word glorious has 3 syl count~
8/22/2015

Premium Member Old House

I’m looking at an old house
Called home    by someone

I will look at any old house    new    or    old    but
Home is ALWAYS an old house

Old people open doors
Walk the floors

Old people light the candles
Decorate the mantles

And    the roof ever slants
So young thoughts may go

Sliding down    to settle on ground
In front of home

Seasons come
Seasons go
 
Cloudy    bright
Rain    or    snow

Inside    though
Home is    ever    warmed

By timeless ghosts
Of hearth    reborn

I’m climbing the stairs of an old house
Called home by someone

To open a door
Find stairs     and    climb some more


To follow the footsteps of some vague someone
In an old house called home
...............................................................
For Trudy


Premium Member Butterfly Memories

Butterfly memories never can die.
They shine, so I don’t even have to try
to search for them, for easily I find
them in a small gold box inside my mind.

When I’m melancholy, they make me sigh.
Butterfly memories never can die.
I give my treasure box a tiny tap,
and memories awaken from their nap.

How beautiful are my jeweled butterflies.
They softly flutter as I watch them rise.
Butterfly memories never can die.
I take them out sometimes to let them fly.

They settle on my muse from time to time,
imprinting their sparkle of rhyme sublime!
Though my soul will leave this realm by and by,
butterfly memories never can die.


written May 19, 2016

Premium Member Hello, Poetry

Sometimes when I'm able,
I sit down at my table,
or better yet, instead,
I'll lie back comfy on my bed,
a pillow propped behind my head!

Often at this time it is at night
and I will think and try to write.
Patterns I enjoy, like those in classic forms, and so
I'll write perhaps a kyrielle or sonnet though
sometimes I'll even give free verse a go!

I settle on a certain length for my every line.
Or maybe I'll decide this time uneven lines are fine!
It might take a long while; then some
sweet words in rhyme might start to come
with the rhythm of a guitar's thrum.

All I need is paper and my pen
and my thoughts unfettered, for then
I can call my muse to come to me!
If she hastens with ingenuity,
I can say, "Hello, Poetry."

Jan. 16, 2019 for Silent One's Hello Poetry Contest

Premium Member Mountain View

Across miles of land to see
Is a black ridge mountain view
High in the peach colored sky
Distinct as my memory of you

Some things are too far to reach
So, I reel them in with my mind
Comforting me in quiet stillness
From beyond what I can find

The wind speaks its language
In the rustling leaves around
Words I think you’re telling me
Fall to settle on the ground

I don’t want to turn away
So I keep on welcoming more
Surrounding me with such peace
That I’ve been longing for

Heidi Sands

9/11/20


My Pilot Light

My Pilot Light

In a hidden crevice
between soul and skin,
there is a flicker, 
a tangerine flame
blazing through black abyss;
illuminating infinite veins of strength 
that light like gun powder;
a thousand volts of survival 
searing through my core.	

There is a whisper in that flame,
ripples beyond discernible sound,
that directs me to take solace
in the unwavering knowledge 
that my dreams are already realized,
waiting on life’s top shelf;
I have only to climb up and see
that they were never out of reach,
only temporarily out of sight.

I know this more securely 
than I can be sure of anything else:
love, marriage, children,
are rolls of a roulette dice
that tumble around in a risky blur
chancing to settle on snake eyes,
but desire, aspiration, ambition and execution
are coordinates on my internal map
and I will never lose direction.

Spin all the cobwebs of doubt
that you believe can trap my will,
but what I have you can’t touch
or break, or steal, or burn out;
such is the radiance 
of my inextinguishable flame
burning on a wick of passion,
feeding on a fuel of might, 
and guaranteed to burn the hand 
that comes too close
to touching 
my pilot light.

Premium Member Once Upon a Time

Once Upon a Time (Templates)

Once upon a time
a lonely girl neglected 
worked among the cinders,
then with a pumpkin changed
and danced all night, the beauty of the ball.

A beast became a prince.
A fair one, raven-haired,
bit into an apple,
then lay inside a coffin
to waken later with a single kiss.

Plots of sugar spun
meant for our amusement
were taken as didactic;
as visions of a bliss;
for some, like me, as templates for romance.

A frog is still a frog.
A girl who is mistreated
might end up on the streets.
Transformed into a junkie,
she turns into a hooker for her john.

A beast remains a beast.
A girl might pose as blonde
and taste of life’s enticements;
then settle on one lover,
to languorously waken to her dawns.

Modern human tales
scatter my illusions.
As skin neath eyes start sagging,
can hope remain unflagging
as time so quickly leaves us all undone?


Feb. 2, 2017 
Sorry to take it to a darker place, Eve. That was how the theme inspired me

Premium Member Sheep of the Apocalypse

The sundown shroud of evening fell
To settle on the city's wreck
Of buildings broke by wicked spell
Called by fate's destructive beck.

And from afar they saw the shapes
Stark, bleak against the red sunset
The ruined outlined cityscapes
Unknown misfortune met.

The country folk had little need
And rarely ventured to the smoke
But still they could not but take heed 
And wonder how those buildings broke.

So, from afar they wondered at
What strange calamity befell
The city that had been so great
But what they couldn't tell

A strange flock from the west emerged
The sunset blooded red their fleece
Had some uncanny demiurge
A flock of demon sheep released?

But, no, they were just simple sheep
That somehow seemed to be astray
Unanswered though the questions creep
To where the flock had been that day

The strangest tales are oft untold
And sealed before the tale's begun
Since they had sneaked out from the fold
What dark deeds had those sheepies done?
© Lee Leon  Create an image from this poem.

SnowGlobe Memories Mystic

Ivory flakes fluttering down, 
Turns the ground into white from brown, 
A soft blanket of silver snow, 
Kisses from heaven sent below;

It clothes the earth with milky mark, 
Has that extra glittering spark, 
God rains down blessings floating slow, 
Kisses from heaven sent below;

Moonlike little stars in the air, 
Frosted fluffs flying everywhere, 
Covered in icy crystal glow, 
Kisses from heaven sent below;

Melt-on-the-tongue magic stardust, 
Diamond dots on the winter gust, 
This lacy quilt coats the meadow, 
Kisses from heaven sent below;

Frozen tidbits settle on me, 
I feel fantastic, feel so free, 
Caught in a snow globe, I'm aglow, 
Kisses from heaven sent below;

Who else can make this unique thing? 
None, but my God, who is The King, 
His love in winter, He does show, 
Kisses from heaven sent below.

Premium Member Fun In the Sun Kitten and Butterflies

They tickle my nose with their vibrant wings 
I stretch in the sun; I’m ready to play 
Butterflies are gentle they don’t have stings 
I love to have fun on a sunny day 

I stretch in the sun; I’m ready to play
When a butterfly lands on my pink nose
I love to have fun on a sunny day
Watching butterflies settle on a rose 

When a butterfly lands on my pink nose
I jump and the butterfly flits away
Watching butterflies settle on a rose
I hope they will return and play some day

I jump and the butterfly flits away
Butterflies are gentle they don’t have stings
I hope they will return and play some day
They tickle my nose with their vibrant wings

Contest Kitten and Butterflies Sponsored by Eve Roper

03~12~16

Raindrops Falling

The roof seems to have come alive
Raindrops now treading softly on tip toes
The skies clouded with cottons full of water
They drip down as though they are squeezed
Black turns white and so they pave way for others
From little pitter-patter to heavy thuds and splashes
They have grown, graciously engulfing everything

I turn over, not wanting to leave my warm covers
I pull up the quilts and try to drift away
But I can’t resist it any longer, the rain tempts me
I’ve always been addicted to rainy days,
Today is no exception…so I jump off my bed
Still encased in my quilt, I settle on the sill
Arms around my knees, I stare at the heavens

Oh! So wonderful, so magical, almost fairy tale like
The line seems broken yet steady, bulky yet graceful
Departed from home, they splash on foreign land
Soon, they seep into the depths exploring the layers
Some fall on silky leaves which make them their own
Some others join their fathers, flowing to the unknown
It all happens with a blink of the eye…

It continues to rain as I shed my warmth
Looking around I realise I am alone,
Except of course for the little raindrops
Who keep me company on lonely days
My only solace on teary mornings
My inspiration when I’m about to let go
My mentors when I need a hand to reach out to

The raindrops are falling and I know today is good
My morning cleansed pure with the flowing elixir
The rest of the sun, still awaiting my arrival
I’m full of spirit…I’m alive with fire fed by water
The raindrops are falling and I know today is good
After all it is raining…raindrops are falling
What could go wrong?
© Neethu Roy  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member What Is Love? (1973)

OH    NAKED MAN    IN HARMONIA
TELL ME    WHAT IS LOVE

Love is when a sensitive child
Happens on a flowering hillside    and
Cries out with joy

In the blazing eyes of a cat
The eyes only
Be it live
Or photograph

Love’s power is
That it has no secrets
Will allow none

Love will settle on a countenance
And strip it bare
For all the world to see

An old    old man
Given up struggle
Given up thought
Helpless before his maker

Love has no earthly intelligence
But chooses fool
Or Saint alike

Some say love is complexity
But I say that love is simplicity
And draws its power
From contrast with complex things

So simple love
That it brings tears 
Of disbelief

If love is fine
Where love is serf
Just think how great
Where love is king

On this side they call it love
What needs no name
In its kingdom

Love is not a God
It is a helpless thing
Without a power to persuade

Love needs no thought.
Those who think they love
Do not love at all

Think of every worldly set of situations
Thought about    and then
Declare that love is none of these
None of these are love

Where Do Broken Hearts Go

When hearts are broken,
They travel to the land of sadness
By ships of sorrow,
They sail through  oceans of tears.
Captained by solitude,
They go through raging storm of unsettledness

Broken hearts go deep,
Into trenches of pain.
Intoxicated by grief, 
They tremble in fear

Fading reason,
Catapults them into the field of mayhem.
They suffer pinches from thorns of loneliness
And are made to settle on the throne of solitude

Ask me where broken hearts go,
 And I'll tell you
They go nowhere, 
But deep down the drain.
                  STRANJA

Rebel Be Cause

Rebel BE-Cause

When they say stop i go
They say hold on but i let go

They say stay behave
 but i disturb the peace
They try to put me under control but i break the leash
They want me to only take a few but I settle on a feast

These people are 2 dimensional they fold at the crease
I'm fly of the chain and I bust at the seems
I make my own visions there is no American Dream

I have come to a realization this life belongs to me 
God gave me a direction but choices are still left to me
With a 360 view and good fix on what i need
A desire to live strong and forever breathe free

I  write what I say cause you should already know 
These are words to empower so you gain control
Like making you the aces so that you never fold
Everyday is a path but no yellow brick road
Be a rebel be-cause you have so much to uphold

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