Coiled in piles or stretched along the floorboards
Day by day more and more cables and cords
My fabric lanyard will often coil
Around the strap of my satchel.
Propaganda well well oiled
Slander all of us embroiled
Like a ripe vipers nest coiled
Dander and our blood boiled
For whatever whatsoever we've toiled
Whenever forever wherever spoiled
Don't pander the snipers must be foiled
Or our society like Rwanda will be soiled
Midst the violent summer storm’s wrath,
He stood on the front porch fearlessly.
In the thunder roar or lightning strike,
Unafraid, he stood stoically.
When enquired, no direct answer came.
Daring stunt or curiosity,
A meteorological game.
Why put his life in such jeopardy?
Inside the house was another scene,
His wife and children were cowering.
On a bed mattress of coiled steel springs,
An antenna of sorts for lightning
Despite all pleas for him to retreat,
Boldly, he gazed at the angry sky.
Until the storm played its last drumbeat,
He bade it a respectful goodbye.
‘Twas not a snake of the conventional type,
which I chanced to meet, at the base of my spine.
The kundalini, about which there’s much hype,
I saw clearly as Divine Mother’s love sign,
looking at me, judging if my heart was ripe,
to imbibe bliss magnetism for which all pine.
She asked me with kindness, if I was ready,
to which I truthfully said, ‘heart’s unsteady’.
Pointing out that Her spectre was strange to me,
I requested Her to tell me who She was,
to which She smiled and said, ‘let such questions be’.
‘It suffices’, She said, ‘to know I’m the cause
of movement enabling life, that soul may see,
by aligning with love, obeying God’s laws,
paving way for man to wake up in life’s dream,
where myriad thought forms do endlessly stream’.
Hearing this I stood transfixed in disbelief,
yet played along asking Her what I should do,
to which She said, ‘be still, to obtain relief’.
‘Simply allow’, She added, ‘bliss to renew’.
I did as bidden by turning a new leaf
and though it took time for me to fear subdue,
it was worth the wait, for in stillness sedate,
I was drenched in bliss waves that did not abate.
“Dream of me!”
“I am dreaming of you…”
The dog in this early morning
coiled up – is dreaming …
He is sobbing
or whining
joyfully.
What is the dog dreaming?
Waters …
A morsel of bread,
a caress, a palm and waft.
The rest of them – can be found …
Coiled we are in bonding caress
Whilst our lips dance as we slowly undress
Cool summer breezes through our window caught
Your shapely frame has me internally sought
~ ~ ~ ~
Upon silken sheets our bodies grace
Your curved undulations I lovingly trace
We reciprocate in adventurous ways
Like waves on the ocean in sync we sway
~ ~ ~ ~
Our souls now entwined in rhythmic flow
As our passions generate in bodily glow
Touching, kissing, in blissful surrounds
Peachy blooms, so joyous abound
~ ~ ~ ~
Our hands now clasped as our hearts touch
To each other we release in sensuous clutch
We lie into each other and bless the moments we share
With gentle caresses we lovingly stare
Written after being inspired by Francine Robert's poem 'Your Lips'
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-15.php
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