Perplexed and dismayed
In the seeming misery.
This bewildered soul so abashed
Within the bodied figure so jittery.
Daunted her deep-felt presence
He wonders, if lost.
Heart sobs within, in cold sweat sequence
To what does this cost.
Uncertainty seemed a bedrest
One not pleasing to behold.
In what way does this become a test
Yet the mind feels a stronghold.
He mumbled through the dark intermittently
Ferreting a glimmer of hope to come.
Braced skillfully and Concomitantly
The love of her succor draws Him not to keep mum.
Striding through the sparkles in satin sand.
And luminous sparkles twinkling all around.
Casting spell with the sparkles in her eyes
And sparkling sparklers in her hands.
May gaiety deities step in frolicking with sparkling smile.
With sparkling lotus sillage trailing like an elated child.
And thumping foot ferreting behind the dodging ambrosial of sparkling motichoor.
May the sparkling smile sparkle for life.
Crashing like thunder, cannon fire resounds,
Pounding on the shaken walls of the heart, lamenting:
War crawls into a bottle of red wine,
Poisoning the yearning heart;
The heart thumps blue.
Crashing like thunder, cannon fire resounds,
Smoke coils up to the heavens.
A haunting smile and familiar embrace,
A ferreting heart longs for
A cracking bonfire,
A time to embrace:
A feather touch, a kiss on the flying ebony tress,
A molten kiss drowns in the drunken sunset,
Slowly sinking down the horizon,
As the last fleeting rays dim;
The heart thumps blue.
Let winds lull the blackened field
The stars fall one by one,
Into the deep night;
Searching for the starlit lover
The heart thumps blue.
Once it was colored an autumnal red
now it is a russet prop for the sunset.
The land has stacked evening around it,
a delving dusk has laid down years
of richly plowed shadows.
Within each cranny and niche,
each time-worn grain,
a soft twilight abides
even under daylights ferreting glare.
Seen against a late ebbing horizon
the barn blooms beyond its timbers,
it deftly fills-in the blush
of any half-painted sky.
Moonlight is a shimmering sonata
Softly sounded on Ludwig’s piano keys;
A starry night is brightly layered oils
Van brushed boldly upon a canvas skin;
And gravity is Isaac’s red apple,
Falling into black and white notation,
To be or not to be, in the mind’s eye.
Well beyond the reach of all our taboos,
Where side by side fly the bat and the dove,
Are the things we fear and the things we love.
We often find patterns where there are none
To justify the things that we have done.
Between Saint Augustine and Auschwitz lie
Many things, all which spring from the mind’s eye.
Truth and error are found in the same way,
By setting out to find things, come what may.
We discover the designs of nature.
We transcribe what we find in abstract ways
And call them science, art, or invention;
But lying behind our every intention,
Ferreting out patterns, is the mind’s eye.
Be aware of the Cougar, the big mountain Cat
Now I know you like mounting, but your just a Pussy Cat
I sometimes think you’re Horsey, and like a good jump
Perhaps therefore a Mare, with a lovely Ass as a rump
Anyway, rather than Rabbiting on and Ferreting around without any luck
I wish I could Rooster up the courage to ask you for a Shag (f__k)
Anyway I’ll keep on admiring your Boobies for I’m a Horny Toad
Hoping you’ll Goblin Shark my Dik-dik has you empty my Polecat of it’s Sperm Whale all over your Beaver below.
If I’m Puffin out of steam, at least you’ll have your Armadillo handy to finish yourself off.
Seriously, your animal attraction knows no bounds
Ferreting around, in dumpsters of dreams
In the back alleys of my imagination
Through swill, liaisons, and cheap rendezvous
And words misspoke in conversations
Rummaging for one morsel, an old tattered remnant
In a disregarded or discarded memory
For that one piece of the puzzle, a maggot's repast
To feed a starving, rapacious fantasy
I find a face, in a crowd, dark eyes and dark hair
It was only a passing glance
There's a memory, lost, of a soft tender touch
From a young girl at my first high school dance
Then mixing and matching, of shapes and sizes
I've always been partial to curves
A voice, a whisper, an exciting laugh
From a stupor that's still just a blur
In this jigsaw fantasy, some light conversation
At a restaurant by candlelight
Some soft music, slow dancing, funny improvisation
Then a romantic walk in moonlight
She's intelligent, engaging, laughs at my jokes
I'm forever lost in her eyes
While we dream with the stars, with her kiss I'm awoke
In the dark , I sit and I sigh
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Confessions by Cupid
This comes from my heart
Resonating from my mind:
The most enchanting part
Moving me is her behind!
*
An enchanted lewd Bee
Chasing fleeing Flowers...
When racy petals I see
I easily forget the Growers!
*
I’m randy Cupid in love
Wielding Arrow by hand
Ferreting the thick grove
Love’s pleasure to demand.
*
So, I move in tight jeans
Dancing, Lover(s) to impress
Like infatuated teens
I find it easy to undress!
*
When I freeze with a kiss
White, as a statue of salt,
When I drown in tart bliss
I rise in blame’s thunder fault!
JM
25Th Oct’ 2013
The ferreting eyes
Tiny bulbs of duality
Moon and sun in the shrubbed darkness
Dogs frenzied, the cries
Of sudden solidarity
And the lane broken out into madness
The small village shudders
With glee, the found frailty
Of pingwing patches permitting invasion
Through porous borders
Confronts mortality
Man and mongoose devoid of conversation.
Little furry creatures
Sudden sites of calm fear
Making cunning moves for survival, fast
Beyond human pleasures
Hunting it in its lair
Where death its wanton shadow often cast.