Fog, a white breath
pressing the world flat,
the outline
forgotten.
Rain falling,
softening
the shape of the day.
Memory moves,
a pale pressure,
a drift.
Clouds break.
A ray of sun.
A memory sparks.
Memory begins to fog;
names mist over,
slowly,
ebbing.
Fragments remain:
thoughts behind mist,
whispers of light.
a hush gathering,
the day thinning,
thought fading.
Not ruin.
Not collapse.
Only the mind
slowly forgetting.
Make me tremble, Dear, with dulcet delight.
Whisper mellifluously in my ear,
and let me see stars exploding tonight.
You have my permission; break my veneer.
Shatter all doubts that I may have of you.
Jack hammer my heart. I want it to pound
as gently you kiss my lips like you do.
In your caresses, I want to feel drowned.
Stir me with feelings I’ve not felt before.
All of my emptiness you can backfill.
Wreck me for feeling this way any more
with anyone else. Please say that you will!
With your soft touches, Dear, go on a spree;
utterly, lovingly demolish me.
Contest: Pick-A-Title Vol. 58
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Date: 23.07.2026
By soft touches, he weaved his way into my heart
Demolished my hesitations and destroyed my uncertainties
With roving hands, he explored my very center
With loving eyes, removed every barrier
Silently he scanned my sacred being
Soothing my faltering soul with velvet murmurs
He broke my pride with his patient perseverance
He wrecked my emotions and made me his
He crushed every qualm with his raging passion
With his stealthy moves, I come fully undone
When I'm with him, the whole world fades away
He has become my everything, my go-to-mate
His serene tenderness obliterated my reticence
And I can boldly say, "I love you, my darling"...
The bastioned confidence of quarried pride
Conceived no ingress save by iron decree;
Yet vesper-dew, where noiseless graces bide,
Tutored the adamant to clemency,
Till lichened liturgies, by increments unseen,
Unthroned the obdurate from its sovereign mien.
The littoral catechised the granite's bone,
Not with assault, but sacramental wear;
Each undeciphered ripple, one by one,
Absolved the precipice of all its air,
As though the meekest ordinance of tide
Could loose what catapults had never tried.
Thereafter—vision trespassed into sense:
A child, ungarlanded by name or throne,
Inclined his silence with such innocence
That altitudes remembered they were sown;
The mountain, recollecting elder birth,
Relinquished all pre-eminence to earth.
Then every fortress, founded upon weight,
Began to expatriate its ancient claim;
The stars themselves postponed their sovereign state,
As though eternity had altered name;
And what no conflagration could dissever,
One feather of the Infinite undid for ever.
Lady in Red, striking a lovely pose,
Her silhouette speaks poetry, not prose.
Upon the charming grace of a kitten -
Jaws drop, eyes boggle wide and hearts smitten.
Her “scent” bedazzles Al Pacino's sight,
Her elegance empowers Paris' might,
Her aura fevers my fascination,
I leave her touch to imagination.
In lyrics of De Burgh all has been said -
Epitome of love - Lady in Red!
July 19, 2026
At first I wasn’t even interested in him
Failures in love made my passion dim
But his chocolate charm won me over
His humor disarms like a gift
Like a green four leaf clover
How lucky I am that he loves so freely
Winning me over certainly wasn’t easy
Dipping my toe into red volcano his love
Was dangerously freeing hot and sexy
Soft hard then soft again touches so grand
Lips quivering legs shivering
Melting my inhibition like
Ice in summer’s July
I cherry chant as I gaze in eyes
Soft touches take me high
make me cry
demolition by soft strides
Your words were soft, almost holy.
You held me until the static in my mind went quiet,
and for a moment, I floated
on a perfectly still ocean.
Then came your warning: Behave.
A cold hand pulling the curtain back on the act.
Was it all a performance?
Now the quiet feels like a trap,
and I am walking blindly,
waiting for the floor to drop beneath me.
Are you trying to rot my conscience from within?
To build an armor around me,
only to strip it away
once you’ve bent me to your hidden design?
Stop playing games with my shadow.
I am tired of dying in installments,
of being eroded piece by piece.
If you are going to strike, do it now—
drive the blade deep
and leave me completely broken or completely free.
Some have a hard exterior,
A common defense -
A protection from the outside world
When inside, one feels tense.
With soft touches of kindness
And gentle considerate thoughts,
A demolition of such defenses
Can afford to be bought...
Consider the Tortoise and its shell
With its foresty coloured contours.
If the Tortoise never came out,
Would we see that smile we adore?
Would it move about and eat?
Would it have strong, fast legs and feet?
Sooner or later it would be gone
To the sorrow of those who own that one.
But with soft touches and gentle coaxing,
Out pops those wrinkly limbs
And that cute little round head
With its adorable grins.
A demolition of fear,
Of insecurity,
Of the thoughts of possible danger
And this creature roams happy and free!
... And so it is with people
Who have been taught to be afraid.
With a demolition by soft touches,
New friendships can be made.
Double Con Don says he hates it,
But we know he lies more than a bit.
It’s not the hate he’s feeling—
It’s displaced anger he’s concealing.
Is it for the many times she missed campaign rallies,
Or as First Lady, having poor performance tallies?
Maybe it’s for the absence from the White House
Or from the bedroom as a spouse.
So, he redirects his anger at the East Wing
And destroys it with the fiat of a king.
Did he give her any warning or destroy it in a blur,
Removing the First Lady’s office to spite her?
The end has come while the rest wasent found.
Lurking truths have seeped into every sound.
The misery is loud.
Trying to wash the wounds from all my cuts.
It rises from the bottom of my guts.
Why was it not written to remain as love.
Looking for the answers beneath each cup.
Never knowing if it could have been.
This entire saga has been one bad dream.
Now I must keep walking into the abyss.
Will I ever find true bliss.
Missing each and every kiss.
The journey was bumpy to say the least.
The arguments generated an uneasy feast.
Creating constant agony as we never stayed happy.
A lonely path was written for me, As I spill the tea.
I thought I was in control.
Her words were strong in packs as they whispered to capture.
Did she realise that her weapon created the demolition of chapter.
The flashes of lights
The rhythm of the popping
And the pause before
The floors start dropping
Is exactly what happen
To the world trade building.
There it was, a door
Shut, locked, hidden
Where memory held
Information, wisely forbidden
Mama led as I stood
Allowing self to feel
The stuff in the void
Only matter, I deemed real
She gave me the key
I heard the lock give way
The door swung open
As death and decay
....announced
IT"S DEMOLITION DAY
No more walls or space
For sorrow, grief, and despair
Open territory for all
Who need an answer to prayer
LOVE lives here
REVELATION operates the land
TRUTH stands at the gate
WISDOM will help fear understand
...unwelcome
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-26-2023
We’re taking down an old and rotting barn;
perhaps “garage” might be a better term.
Blue metal siding, faded long ago,
has not come easy; this I can confirm.
The timbers, cut when measurements were real,
provide a clue to estimates of age.
The wood is likely oak, extremely rough;
the cost in today’s terms is hard to gauge.
Another building will replace this one;
I’m not sure it will stand the test of time,
but this one’s days are definitely done.
I would replace it too, if it were mine.
The metal roof came off, all rusted out;
The joists and rafters, all that now remain.
I’ll hit it hard tomorrow with no doubt
the effort will be worth the aches and pains.
Emo enlivened emulsions exhibit
exalted e-Memory equations
exemplifying equilateral ecstasy
excitative existential extensions.
Where are they now
All those that knew me
Knives in my back
Piercing right through me
So much to gain
From my demise
It was so easy
By just telling lies.
It took 20 years
To do this to me
It's no longer obvious
What I might be
Surrounded by evil
Greed and malice
Wanting to steal
My sacred chalice
Not just that
But everything
I am left with nothing
Not even a ring
They try to scare me
But it doesn't work
They hate the fact
That their jibes I can shirk.
Will I survive to see tomorrow?
I say to myself everyday
Why must I live my life in sorrow?
It was never meant to be this way?
No friends
Just predators and weapons
No love
Apart from the love of my dear son.
May God Protect us Both
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