Best Tactile Poems

bodies touching
ever so lightly:
wanting more...

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The Body Electric

Oh those lovely vibrant auric hues
emanating energy from the etheric body,
from the power of the spinning wheels,
each chakra our passionate souls relay
through unseen...

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deep and late into the hem of night
my thoughts question uncertainties,
              ...

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"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly...

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Remember Me

Cold wet coastal today
I escaped
Sat myself behind a sanctuary
The rain beating rhythms
On window panes
Hot coffee and brandy
Warm inside The Athena Café

Radio spends its missed...

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I hear their laughter and see their bright smiles,
Going round and round with joy together,
Their rhapsody reaches far beyond miles,
I hear their laughter.

I believe their...

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Words were meant to be shared, 
embraced, loathed at times, 
feared, and met with trepidation.

Words release that power within us
we need to express in tactile...

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Here, I dwell in no man's land,
On the flip side, there's men unwomanned,
They can be a miserable band,
Desperately seeking a hand,
I read their profiles for...

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An evening's fragrant breeze renews my senses,,,
A bittersweet reminder of a place I used to know 
And a season's first reminder.., of a summer letting...

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Holding On To Love (Ten Word Challenge - 2)


Not even the TACTILE, brown sands of time can erase
my Beloved’s LUSCIOUS taste. BITTERSWEET dreams
wrapped in pink...

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Along rails of ambivalent dreams,
Bittersweet yet luscious flashbacks
Take me back to my friend, the tactile moon – a 
 Quiescent basin of grace and alchemy:...

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When a child if gifted with a book it transforms into a key to unlock the mind.  The gate to the secret garden of...

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Is your soul blood red
A dowry of bitter wine
Spilling mortality
Staining the divine

Is eternity a prison
The rusty knife of time
Carving your senses
Caging your mind

Is flesh a...

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There is a looking glass in my head
That reflects images of a me,
That are me, yet not me;
An interpretation of me.
Each image taking on characteristics
That...

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I see you
3 steps away,
I could bridge the gap 
In an instant.
And then what?
Would I gently kiss you?
Would my tongue trace your lips
Creating tactile memories...

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"Poetry The Big Easy"



Poetry
the Big Easy
going down 
on thoughts
Where are 
the real 
Strawberry Kisses
Silver Spoons
daily tasting their
game of Twister?
Where is the 
LIFE
coursing like 
sex through...

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birds of a quill, or a feather
flock together at odd times
from all four corners
of thinking creative
to jostle with keyboards,
pens and sharp pencils
fingers fidget, tap-tapping
frantic scribbling...

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The Tear Collector


Tears they fall, sometimes bless-ed
In their burning
Watered reminders of a hearts capacity
To connect emotions
Soft welling they sting
And find their language of wet lashes
Run...

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a whiff of the most
extraordinary
elusive fragrance,
a titillating
and yet, subtle smell

Sol’s caresses
linger longer,
His tactile touch
tender and warm

songbirds sing
snowmen slouch,
snowdrops sprout.

all signs
point to

spring


(Diminished Hexaverse)


03,30,2019
Diminished Hexaverse Contest About...

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They come between dreams
soft focus tails wagging,
whiskers electric.
The ones we have named.
Wide-eyed refugees
we carry home in cars
or in arms curled around
trembling ribs.
They return like blood
to...

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I hardly recognize this
modern world
for it’s changed so much
within my lifetime
I grew up
in a much different place
where people interacted
face to face
not through cutesy emojis
used in...

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Going through its ambiance, (on) with open thoughts,
Past scenes so serene, and picturesque (in situ passed).
A house, its windows just ajar to the tactile winsome...

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Paper art was tongue steeped wet,
Midnight’s swim in gel.
Tactile only silhouette,
Dense unseen new shell.

Dawn’s hot shower could not clean,
Midday’s warmth woke me.
Slow cures had tapped...

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It’s Dead! Buried! Murdered! By
Societal  Evolution. Technology has 
Guillotined it, chopped to,
 Shards of quick transference.
Paperless, Ephemeral, Unbounded By
Chemical mixtures, giving  whole
Recognition, permanence....

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When I close my eyes I see my grandma
in her youth tending her flower garden.
And clad in sandals she’d wiggles her toes
while lightly fingering the...

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