.
'twere mix'd in with
'bout uh thousand otherz
az i sat on thuh park bench
her 'fore i
sat
every day
tiz another bump
whilst i wait for that
femm fatale
1116bumps later
lumps
front mine see
'twere hern purty
more pronounce'd
my remember'd
X-Marks-the-Spot is a tickling game
Which is traced upon someone’s bare back.
In childhood, we played it and often it caused
A goose-bump filled giggling attack.
My kids got the treatment when bathtime arrived
And my grandson when he was a tot,
But it’s been a while since I’ve gotten the chance
To engage in some X-Marks-the-Spot.
Yet I came upon Henry, eleven years old,
In the process of donning his tee
And the canvas was waiting for X-Marks-the Spot,
Just the cue for a tickle from me.
“I remember this, Nana!” he said as he smiled.
“Can you write down the words?” which I did,
Just delighted to think such a game’s been preserved
From my long-ago time as a kid.
Being a Woman,is always a feel of pride!
As i write this statement too,,, It’s a goose bump moment !!
Despite all the challenges,trauma, that she faces in the current society, she still remains strong and heads held high !!
Not being biased here,but women are born with more inner strength,wisdom and they are naturally way ahead !
They have this natural trait to bring in logic in any field they are into !
From space science to home science we find women ruling the world,
In the current era, there is no such field where women is not an achiever !
To put in a nutshell, wen empowerment is proportional to the growth of the Nation and hence the World,
Let's take a moment to applaud the goddess shakthi (Indian lady God) alive in every lady !
This tugging and pulling
must cease
I can’t meet the needs
of all beasts
nor chase after dreams
amid all of these screams
so please let me be
as I’m tethered
and bound
to this unfertile ground
and cannot escape
that black shaded sound
a shriveling, goose bump decree
of intent to take all that is me
to lay it all waste
just for a taste
of the bullions of gold
in their husks deeply rolled
so I battle
and bid them withdraw
right up to the end
my last straw
©8/19/2018
for Viv Wigley – Pick a Theme Poetry Contest
Such quiet dwells, when I walk in...
this place, so calm and void of din.
But still, a rhapsody within
I hear- so beautiful, akin
to music from a violin
and angels singing hymns therein;
fathomless sounds that soon begin
to race my heart, goose-bump my skin.
Eternity unfolds herein...
I'll rest in peace with no chagrin.
The story of my life will spin
my deeds I hope, with grace, not sin.
And, here I'll be, frame, old and thin;
in mausoleum rest with kin.
But angels will my soul unpin-
as God unveils His welcome grin.
I cut the grass
And I got a tan
I bleached the bath
And I loved the smell
Like filling my car breathing in fumes
Like fresh baked bread
Filtered coffee
And fried onions
The simple thing's
Are Libertines
The senses wake
In butterflies
And goose bump touches
That matter more than
Satin flushes emanate
In leagues of old
The thing's we change
We wished remain
she talks to me - eye to eye
outside church doors
in the cool night air
how lovely this lady
who has children
all her own
Her arms goose bump bare
and my heart strings pull -
i say to her,
“i just want to warm you up”
and she smiles behind her glasses
hair done up in a pony tail
how blessed i am
we hug as friends
much more than that
we complement one another
Running into a fixed object
Must send senses into conflict,
Yet girls hit that horse at full spree.
Watching female gymnasts thrills me.
Parallel bars seek perfect catch,
Sailing, holding forms few can match,
Then sticking the mat easily.
Watching female gymnasts thrills me.
Girls transfix on a four inch beam
Where flips, splits, and cartwheels are seen.
Bodies rip and zip moves freely.
Watching female gymnasts thrills me.
Floor routines spark my excitement.
They toss, fly, leap in amazement.
I become spellbound with pure glee.
Watching female gymnasts thrills me.
Spry bodies do things mine will not
With talent hot and grace on spot.
Gymnasts defy known gravity.
Such sights give goose bump thrills to me!
I cannot help but beg you,
Remove that techno-chair
From your pasted, flab-induction limbs.
Taste some heat and sunshine and
Let the wind goose-bump your skin.
It was a gray midwinter day
Trees were bare
Frost filled the air
Blankets of snow everywhere
Yet, you were there...
The fireplace glow our hearts fill
Passion shows
Goose bump chills
Singing winds blow
Crackling wood below
Love burns even in snow...
Lay
Tell Me What This is
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It’s a necessity as air is to breathe
It’s what keeps your heart visible on your sleeve
It’s the certainty that makes you believe
It’s what ensures you have no reason to leave
It’s the complete freedom of mind
It’s what you give time after time
It’s the butterflies and goose bump chills
It’s the reason you find small things a thrill
It’s the comfort you have when alone
It’s what makes your house a home
It’s the memories that make you smile
It’s what you see in the eyes of a child
It’s a gentle reminder of why you give
It’s the desire and will to live
It’s what keeps you going when you have nothing left
It’s still alive even after death
It’s a blessing from up above
It is Trust and it is Love…
Lay
A favorite Grateful Dead song,
Going Down the Road Feeling Bad...
Who hasn't had such days?
An astonishing band they were
Amazing in so many ways...
In the early 70's I had
The pleasure to be
In a "Dead" cover band,
How incredible they were
They took me to "another land"
Golden memories
Goose-bump laden music
Oh, to relive a single night
To "Go where the water tastes like wine"
And once more,
To be in a time that was, oh, so fine.
Shoot the silver, frigid breeze
goose bump words, spoke softly, freeze
upon the lips of stately passion
upon the tragic shadows
Pass the sparking, ember torch
before blown hearts ignite and scorch
to still the night, to warm the soul
to bend the air to mending
Limp upon two aching feet
with just the chance that we should meet
my hand upon my broken heart
my sky shot down and empty
Still the waning, silver night
with your internal, glowing light
which brightens up my welling eyes
which floods my veins with hope.
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