I hope the day death comes and takes me,
it embraces me, holds me right,
and soothes the child in me, who's still crying.
I hope the day death embraces me,
it rains hard
and washes all the hate for myself in my heart
I hope the day death embraces me I
Don't see dead kids inside adults
I hope death embraces me
Because I know a no truer dead corpse than me
I hope the day death embraces
It washes the hate before taking me
I hope the day death embraces me
It makes a false promise
You will be loved unconditionally
I fear your gaze, that gaze which embraces her,
As if your entire universe finds its place within her being,
As if she were the last drop of water in your inner desert,
In the cage of your ribs, where the secret thirst of desire burns.
She, the only ray that can illuminate the dark corners of your mind,
And I, an endless abyss, am unworthy of admiration or desire.
I am a dark shadow, finding refuge in the corners of your heart,
And I fear that if she shines too brightly, I will cease to exist.
In her light, I might disappear from your world, become a silent echo,
For in her brilliance, I fear I will be swallowed by darkness.
Deep within your soul, I fear I will remain just a shadow,
While she will be the sun that lights your path away from me.
the horizon is motionless in its red and purple hues
snow-topped mountains are shushing us with silent lips
the immobility of this presence does not hesitate to bring stillness
I look into the water’s depths; all the wildlife must be sleeping
there is not one tiny splash; this well-worn dock placates me
this is a place for eagles, but no bird is flying; the air is soundless
a meditative place, a Zen place where I could sit and emote
so I do, crossing my legs on the edge of the dock, stilling my soul
a tiny breeze barely whispers her secrets onto my face; I smile
feeling all-powerful in this sacred place, loaned to me by the Master
thoughts I could have never conjured anywhere else come to me
I begin to solve my tiny problems as the world embraces me with silence.
Play only love songs
For tonight’s starshine hours,
with its winking
Constellations all
Hailed
And wished upon
To make this night completely
Ours ~
and keep love’s longing
Lasting
Here within us
Near
enough to
Touch
Smiles
While our wooing words turn into
gifts of kisses
Re-living our first embraces
with hearts pulsing
Music
Now
Freely composing itself
for our time yet to come
Living in a choral harmony
with love’s true verses
Coursing rivers
Amidst the patient rythms of
Lasting
Eternity…
Soft Kisses, Warm Embraces
Soft kisses dance on tender lips,
A touch so light, the heart it grips.
In warm embraces, love ignites,
A fire that glows through endless nights.
Your body curves, like art divine,
Each shape, a masterpiece in line.
Desire weaves through every glance,
A silent call to love’s sweet dance.
Your luscious lips, a velvet trace,
I lose myself in their embrace.
Your eyes, with longing, deep and true,
Reflect the dreams that lovers knew.
Silken skin beneath my hand,
A touch so soft, like seas and sand.
In you, I find my heart’s delight,
A love that shines in soft moonlight.
EMBRACES
In the soft glow of evening light,
We share warm embraces, holding tight.
Passionate kisses, fiery and true,
Bind our hearts, me to you.
Gentle hugs that speak volumes,
In tender and intimate moments, we find our tunes.
With every glance, our feeling intensifies,
Lost in the depth of your adoring eyes.
Alluring smiles that light up the night,
Together, everything feels just right.
In your arms, I find my place,
Forever lost in your warm embrace.
a writer who embraces prolixity
sometimes refuses to edit even one word
claiming each one is vital
because she is inexperienced
does not realize editing makes her words more powerful
for when you are forced to eliminate,
your writing becomes concise and tight
some of my best writing happened
when I was forced to eliminate all unnecessary words
“Embrace and Release”
In the quiet of night, I pondered—
the art of severing ties, like pruning a tree.
The weakest links, once tightly bound,
now set free, like a maiden’s unclasped bra.
2024 dawns, a canvas for transformation.
Covid’s grip loosens, and clarity emerges.
Meltdowns yield to focus, tears to savings.
My sex life, like New York’s winter, chills.
Raw verses spill forth, unfiltered and true.
Yet my smile softens toward strangers,
and I find myself liking humanity anew.
Trust remains distant, a horizon to reach.
Biblical tales echo vulnerability—
the weaker devoured by the strong.
Have I surrendered my worth for fleeting moments?
No tears stain my words; they remain silent.
As I gaze upward, pondering thoughts,
my brain’s triad—forebrain, midbrain, hindbrain—
collaborates, yet sometimes drifts apart.
Do I know myself anymore? Today, I listen.
Goodbye, old lover; hello, new friends.
Life’s tides carry me forward,
and I embrace the journey, raw and unafraid.
May vulnerability be my strength, not my undoing.
I walk through the forest by the lake
So many pictures I have to take
Freshly fallen leaves embrace the ground
Birds greet me with their welcoming sounds
Tree branches reach out L as if to shake my hand
A gesture I suspect asking me to respect their land
The morning sun extends its warmth to the ground
On the water below a speed boat whisks by with its booming sound
Excited fisherman rejoice with their morning catch
A couple tosses a stick into the water for their dog to fetch
Returning home I must thank nature for the memories it creates
At the end of my journey, a cup of coffee and a fireplace awaits
Basking in the sun on a warm summer day
Surrounded by palm trees with their gentle sway
The ocean waves dance with their bright blue color
Golden sand embraces my feet like no other
My sweetheart next to me and a bottle of wine
I cherish this moment frozen in time
Smell the sea and embrace the sky
It will capture your soul give it a try
Heaven seems a little closer when you're at the beach
A feeling of rest and tranquility well within reach
Logs on the beach cry out have a seat
A perfect resting spot or a place to meet
When the sky above's azure blue
the grass below Irish green
My thoughts straightaway turn to you
Reflections of visions
yet to be seen
Winding lavender staircases
intimate moments shared
powdery-snowfall embraces
adventures yet to be dared
Parting kisses linger
'til dawn's warm sun intrudes
touching my lips with your finger
flames' fancy thus fanned ne'er subdued
May Our Father embrace you?
Even tighter as you walk alone the way
On this trouble old world
Let us pray His will
07/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Do you remember the days when handshakes were standard?
Hugs and embraces were reserved for 'that something special'.
Although I am not aware of such, I suspect there has been some
study about 'the embrace's rise'. There has to be an explanation.
Anyway, about the embrace and my relationship and experience with it:
There is an embrace that never leaves a trace.
There is another embrace that can never be erased.
There is an embrace that greets you and says hello.
There is another that heals when you are feeling low.
I once experienced an embrace that held me tight in Toledo.
There were many more that held me ever so warmly in Sacramento.
When life beats you up and leaves you weary, lonely, and cold,
God provides hugs and embraces for the healing of our souls.
031823PSCtest, A SIMPLE POETRY CONTEST. John Lawless
Gaia embraces the root network of the world’s fleshiest trees
sand, stone, clay and black dirt swirl around her ancient core
gemstones of emerald, opal and topaz lie dormant
oceans figure out a place to sit on her lap
volcanoes and wind tunnels announce
fire and ice make room for themselves
Gaia reorganizes the elements and elementals
her feminine power welcomes them with open psyche
watching oaks, willows, elms, hickories and maples are validated
as are radishes, carrots, corn, beets, apples, pears and peaches
she selects none over another
robins, cardinals, butterflies, and dragonflies appear
the goddesses of the overworld cheer
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