Who am I?
I am a mystery, yet the answer lies in simplicity and complexity.
Add a splash of passion, a sprinkle of magic, a hint of curiosity, a dash of playfulness, an inkling of mischieviousness, a touch of sensuality, a tinge of colorfulness, and a trace of imagination.
A deep desire hidden in the depths of my being, to be touched, to be seen, to be heard. Palm to Palm, heart to heart, eye to eye. One touch, one look, one moment, one spark. Energetically connected to source from deep within.
Liquescent sunset fades away,
From the calm ocean horizon;
Slow ease, moving,
Mingling hues of scarlet,
Coral mood of twilight.
Immerse in the serene ocean music,
Waves begin to creep within reach;
Graceful pull, backs away,
To its labyrinth fathoms depth.
The air, I inhale deep,
Lost in briny cool breeze.
My passionate heartbeat
Consumes in its quintessence
Of the unfeigned world,
My simple lullaby.
Seagulls sailing by
Settling down for the night.
Alone, just my beloved and me,
Sit on a blanket, spread out
Over the grain of sand, nuzzling close.
A picnic, under the nascent twilight heaven.
Candles flicker blue-red flames,
Stimulating sparks, from the gentle stroke
Rolling off the ocean breeze.
A basket of fresh fruits, aged cheese,
Two crystal glasses
Filled with champagne as love beckons.
A fleeting glance into colorfulness night;
For our ardent passion flowers
Our unconditional surrender.
3/30/2020
Fragrant magick candlelight flickers hot,
blue, red flame stimulating sparks bind hands.
Tame harmony remains. "Love." While love awakes
a wanderer of my emboldened heart;
gentle wind meander blows, and gusts oppose.
I discern your quintessence in the breeze
emerging out of dust of dry humble ground
from I was formed ... a fleeting glance into
colorfulness night; for our love rhymes
of aged mirth; our unconditional surrendered
love eclipse with flickering light while honey
sips our lips. Bound by love and devotion
my soul embraces you …you cradle me close
a thirst to be near for all eternity.
A dwelling among this vessel knowing
that you are in me and I in you
bathing in the afterglow of sunset
under heavens studded with bright stars.
11/29/2019
Poetry Contest: Love Me Like You Mean It
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
magick
NOUN
archaic spelling of magic.
the rolly chair chance,
the pole-y bear prance
the zanily, happily, dappily, underwear dance.
my muse laugh as she comes up with these lines.
Loving the colorfulness of the things that she finds.
The holy care rance.
The mole-y dare lance…..
She is lying on her back flat out, kicking her legs in the air.
Trixie, do you think you have gone a bit too far to the left?
the sole-y air mance.
The grow-ly mare ants.
She is laughing too hard to continue.
I wait for her to crash and burn.
The jole=y share pants.
The kole-y jare cants.
She is in hysterics now.
Done?
Doubtful.
It is 3:42 a.m.
She refuses to let me go back to sleep
Until I type this out.
Trixie out of all the muses in all the world…
the rolly chair chance,
the pole-y bear prance
the zanily, happily, dappily, underwear dance.
Tender as cuddling arms, this godly place
Bright the jasmines that pose in laced dresses
Enchanting my soul with bliss all around;
That paints this unbridled colorfulness.
No panels of steel gates here, or mown grass
That disapprove of a fancy free tread…
Where I graze the meadow, in abandon
Relishing the scent of air overhead.
Oh jasmine sprigs are fondled by the breeze
Where birdsong trills on moonlit summer skies;
That kindles inner holiness in me
As lush artworks enthuse these joy-filled eyes
Even in winter’s hand, buds glint the dew
That’s why I love nature staying aglow,
As any cycle thrills my thankful heart …
To pray for her dear life… to richly flow.
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Posted 6/05/2016
Contest of Rob Carmack, Srewed lX
They dismiss the colorfulness of curiosity
Shaming its beautiful individuality
Shackled by confines of bounded paper
Stories are manipulated as fact, and passed on for generations
Confusion sets in as attacking inner voices
Destroy their self worth
Hiding behind illusions and confessionals
They pray for forgiveness, or a way out
Until one night from across the lawn their eyes met
Vibrating emotions pulsed through every fiber of their body
Standing still the earth waited patiently for someone to react
Inching closer her nerves shook
“She’s the one” a voice said
And she was
Illusions were replaced with reality
And forgiveness was replaced with gratitude
YOUR LOVE HAS BLOSSOMED INSIDE OF ME LIKE A FLOWER IN THE SPRINGTIME.
OVERFLOWING LIKE APRIL SHOWERS WITH THE SCENTED MAY FLOWERS.
YOUR BEAUTY SHINES FROM WITHIN LIKE THE SUN AND THE RAINBOW COMBINED.
GLOWING WITH A TOUCH OF THE MORNING DEW SO CRISP AND DELIGHTFUL.
YOUR PRESENCE BRINGS OUT ALL THE COLORFULNESS THAT YOU BRING NEVER A DULL MOMENT.
COOL LIKE AN SWEET AUTUMN AFTERNOON EVERY LEAF REPRESENTS YOUR BEING AND EVERYTHIING THAT YOU ARE ABOUT
YOUR HEART IS SO DELIGHTFUL TOWARDS MINES LIKE A WINTER WONDERLAND WITH SNOWFLAKES FALLING ALL AROUND SO TENDER.
ALL OF THESE PETALS SYMBOLIZE THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU AND THE FEELINGS THAT I HAVE FOR YOU!
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