Strike me with your ligjtning of love,
electrify every fiber of my being
with the violet voltage
that your soul can unleash,
spell love upon my soul
with a bolt of tongue thunder,
make me vibrate vulnerable,
deliver unto me the raw of passion
flashing like a cyclone
of lethal caress,
buckle me blind to my knees
pleading for revelation ruthless,
I tremble in your storm of seduction,
bleeding straight into your mouth
of wet fire,
shock me strikingky into the center of salvation,
elevate my erected ethos of eternity,
let me lavish You with a lodestone
of unmistakable loyalty,
I pour upon your majesty
a lava from the bowels of bravery,
I harness your storm heat
in the palms of my oceanic urge,
exploding through a riptide of desire surge,
I want every part of your wild atmosphere,
the lips of your thunder tempting my testimony
to speak the truth of temptation,
Light my sky with lust,
make me star gaze
into your eyes of terrible amor,
I want you like I want the crown of the Universe,
I collapse into your catastrophe of love,
knowing that you will not abandon Me,
that You will serve Me the love that I need -
J.A.B.
What can I possibly do
with all these sun beams
trapped in my hair locks
and permeating every fiber of my being?
All these everlasting days
and everchanging nights,
could they be written by a poet
who tapped into their eternal shine?
For all of us
can be the poets of our own lives:
all it takes is one fragment
of eternal sunshine.
Silence touches every fiber of my being
AP: 3rd place 2025
Years are dragging by, without having you here;
Every fiber of my being wants you holding me near.
Through time and space, eternity, our ties shall never sever;
In these words you know my truth, "I love you Always and Forever."
*Dedicated to The Only One, R.A.B.
*'Name Poetry Contest
*Sponsored by: Brian Strand
*Entered on 9/9/25
I see in your almond eyes that bittersweet love,
Flowing slowly as you gaze at my pale and silent face,
Your heart may now carry pure intentions, without shadows,
But I cannot erase the stings, insults, betrayals, screams,
Though I want to love you, my heart has had its share of pain,
Now every fiber of my being is tired of all that was,
I am not in a state to offer yet another lost chance,
So I choose not to fall in love with you, but with peace,
In this world of illusions, I choose to choose myself,
I refuse to be caught in the snares of an uncertain love,
For my soul has been a battlefield for too long,
And now I seek the calm of a sunrise undisturbed by dreams,
Where my heart can dance without fear, without burdens,
In a place where the choices are mine, and mine alone,
Where I find the strength to choose myself.
Dear Life,
Please tell my mother that I'm sorry
that I can't shield her from this storm
Tell her I remember her gentle hands
soothing my fevered brow
Tell her that her strength was my anchor
when my own body betrayed me
Let her know that I wish I could erase
the fear in her eyes, replace it with the joy
she wore when we danced in the summer rain
I cannot bear to see her wither like autumn leaves
when she should be basking in her golden years
and I will not accept that she might leave
before she sees her great-grandchild's first smile
I will not be ready to let go of her hand
that has held mine through every trial
and "mom" might not be there to guide me anymore
Dear Life, please do not tell her that you last saw me
crumpled on the cold bathroom floor, my tears mingling with despair
but make sure to tell her that with every fiber of my being, I said for
you to tell her that I will fight alongside her, love's fierce warriors.
"for he gives his beloved sleep".
? Psalm 127:2c, ESV ?
Sleep had run its course,
And the morning had come.
She was sweet through the night,
Flowing like a gentle and peaceful river.
And like a river rushing to the sea,
She swept away my burdens and cares.
When sleep has reached every cell
And put to rest every fiber of my being;
When every seam of every part of me
Has been seen and served, permeating
The depths of every vein and nerve;
When my soul has been relaxed and
Soothed from constant and common
Assaults, healing my negative thoughts;
May my poised soul arise with never a care,
Ascending void of worry and without hurry.
I want someone I cannot have.
same story, different tale.
time spent with her, I'm elated,
time apart, a bitter hell.
I want someone I cannot have.
her beauty takes my breath away
but she belongs to someone else
it be unconscionable to stay.
I want someone I cannot have.
so I try to turn and go
but every fiber of my being
just screams, "NO".
I want someone I cannot have.
this will kill me in the end
so I'll try to flip the script
and make her just a friend.
©SamHarty
The declaration of intent
whereas the I do's
and what have you.
"then as wife"
she spoke her voice trembling,
she looked to the ceiling and smiled
and her whole demeaner changed
this time after clearing her voice she said
"my intent is to be your
wife< two people
on the same page,
a perfect alignment an adjustment
to make perfect the day of our new beginning!"
Her husband to be than spoke with a clear voice,
his voice sounded as if it transcended the
ages; saying" with
every fiber of my being
I shall love you!" We sat in awe
watching there transformation
and knew we were in the presences of
lovers: true lover
She got up off the couch and asked him
for his hand and leaned on him
in a awe inspiring silence.
A tear of joy came to my companions eye<
as I watched her watch them
and I then cried as well.
those who wished to be together!
Beholding something beautiful engenders pause
Each stare or gaze or look demands yet another
Audacity compels me to move in for a closer view
Until my eyes and heart are soothed, I stand frozen
Temptations to touch invade every fiber of my being
I must reconcile my reality with what might be a dream
Fulfillment is to make the object of my affection my very own
Unadulterated bliss awaits me if only such beauty could be mine
Love of the truest kind would make such beauty absolutely heavenly
I want you to find me in forests,
crawling through bushes and looking for things small
I want you to catch me
while communing with rain, wind and trees.
I want us to be intertwined and inseparable
as branches above and mycelium below.
I want you to kiss me
as drops of rain kiss the leaves,
gently glowing in the light,
with me trembling under your touch
I want you to chase me
down the wild streams
through fields of native grasses and flowers.
I want you to be part of me,
as smell of ancient dirt fills my nostrils
and reaches every fiber of my being.
I want you to hold me in the field,
under the countless stars sparkling like dew in morning,
and with the spirits of ancestors watching over us.
I want you to love me, as artist needs to be loved,
Deeply, freely and unbound,
for me to grow in your safe and warm embrace.
I felt the southern heat in my younger childhood YEARS.
And I also felt Chicago wind-chills that brought me to TEARS.
And I felt being held captive like a prisoner of WAR whose
blood-stained body lies tortured beneath the evening STAR.
Icy winds and driven snow besieged every fiber of my BEING.
And I often shivered in pain, being prevented from SEEING.
As the chilly wind-chill factor dropped far below ZERO, I
would pray and plea for God to hasten and send me a HERO.
042723PS
I have always had a little black dress;
more than one, but rarely more than one at a time.
My favorite one was borrowed by a cousin.
Someone I did not know well.
I had offered her other dresses,
but she grabbed the one I really did not want to loan to her.
Every fiber of my being said “NO! Do not loan this one!”
It was my all-time favorite little black dress.
It had rhinestones embedded in it, and it looked fabulous on me.
She seemed sincere in telling me she would bring it back.
And she was a first cousin.
I have never forgotten that she never brought it back.
I called her and asked for it several times.
She called me six months later and told me she had brought it back.
“I gave it to your kids,” she said. I knew it was a lie.
Thanks to her deceit, I
now listen to that voice that says “NO!” and I believe it.
This happened forty years ago, but I have never forgotten it.
A lesson learned in pain.
I loved you beyond the night
my heart stopped, ushering you forth
I loved you with every fiber of my being
leaving to be bread winner
I loved you with such closeness
you were fledgling beneath my arm pit
I, who loved you in pain and heartache
refused to give you up
Because I loved the way you stood
awakening life in me when I fell
I loved you, though I was green with youth
in my veins; the iris of mine eyes as small as my pupils
*
Each morning I awaken, I put on ‘the mask’
in order to perpetrate my sham.
At dusk, I’m wearied, tired, and exhausted after a
full day of trying not to be who I am.
The pressure is on.., society says, to be accepted by all others,
I must fit in no matter the cost, even if it means
forsaking my own brothers!
If you like me, then I like myself, I’ve found this fact
to be true. Your opinion of me dictates my worth
so what’s a body to do?
Maybe if I was who I really am, you might just like
me in spite of it. But, I can’t take the chance on the
hurt I would feel from a friendship unrequited.
So, to avoid being labeled the ‘black sheep’ in a
fold of socially accepted lambs
I spend my time and every fiber of my being
trying not to be who I am!
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