I long for your touch
I miss your presence with me
that causes goosebumps
Each step you take before my eyes
sets my restless heart adrift.
The world bows softly to your rhythm,
and I draw my breath from your presence.
You addressed my name — gentle, effortless,
a smile like dawn across your face.
The sound enfolded me,
a whisper I feared would fade.
Your hand found mine and the earth tilted,
a pulse skipped, tangled within my ribs.
Blood surged like sudden flame,
my gaze held captive by the curve of your lips.
I clutched my chest,
to cradle that wild, racing beat.
Each thud beneath my palm
asked softly if I could remain unchanged
music
wordless expression
I refresh mind ~
inexpressible is sound
Spirit speaks ________
goosebumps
wavy air // HOT FLUSHES :::;;;,OoooMmmmm,,,,,,::::::::.::::::::: *
I
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Gray skies and heavy fogs
Gusty wind with hovering calls
Downpour of cold raindrops
Soaking wet oak treetops
Swaying meadows of hilltops
Delighted deer grazing on grass
Green pasture and turkey flocks
Blue pond with two mallards
Pink moon’s gleams at dawn
Silvery-pink dusting on lake-top
Scatters of nippy dewdrops
Chilly goosebumps on arms
You have left goosebumps on my soul,
will anything feel like being with you?
Tender bruise that never seems to heal
when the lights are off and it’s quiet;
Will anything feel like being with you?
A trip around the world wouldn’t do;
When the lights are off and it’s quiet
ghostly fingertips play along my mind ;
A trip around the world wouldn’t do
tender bruise that never seems to heal;
Ghostly fingertips play along my mind,
you have left goosebumps on my soul.
swallowed with my morning coffee
there’s a speck of September
dancing goosebumps
across my arms
From: A Speck of September, March 2021
08-27-2021
Liberum Divisa 7 Poetry Contest by Greg Barden
Forever Remains
Loving you was like staring at sunlight,
thru to another dimension parallel to ours.
Seeing your silhouette through the doorway
in the background, lavishing your look.
The very thought of you
makes me tremble in my knees!
My heart would race every time,
I'd see you from across the room.
I ached and still long for your touch,
the very smell of you,
it brings me goosebumps, still!
My Love, your presence in my life
brought such pureness with it to me.
For the smile upon your face
was so radiant and still is in my heart.
For finding me worthy of making a family with,
our children and their bright faces.
My dear Shannon,
you always will be,
and forever stay in my heart.
Thank you for such radiance;
Thank you, my Love,
for bringing inspiration to my life!
You Forever Remain,
My one Love, R.I.P.
Of late,
I've been fearing
The slight sound of vechiles
It provokes the goosebumps in me
The reasons deeply sealed
I'd, when revealed,
Be doomed!
......................... GOOSEBUMPS
How do you do it
glide past me in a dark room
you touched my trigger
GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
They are all laughing and guffawing.
But they do not read the books I do.
And they do not have my heartfelt messages.
The ones that are so absolute
That I know what I know without knowing how
Yet I do know. Verification comes in goosebumps.
It is an inner knowing none of them have.
I do not tell them either
For it is something else they would laugh about.
What is going on? I ask them.
John thinks aliens are real, Tim says.
They explode into enormous carnival rides of laughter.
John gets mad and huffs off. I follow him.
Come on back! Someone yells. I ignore this.
I think we do have aliens I tell him. He says “yeah, right.”
Don’t bother, an inner voice says, but I ignore it.
I have thought it for a long time, I say.
He says something means and shoves off.
An inner voice says “told you.”
Yes, I knew better.
I had been trying to get someone to listen for the past ten years.
It is an inner knowing that aliens do exist.
My neck saturates itself with goosebumps
Verifying that aliens do exist.
That is how I know.
Hellbent
free fall
unsynchronized tumble
Helter-skelter
feet first
head first
Arms akimbo
screaming, holding my breath
into a cold inferno
beyond the stars, shivering
jackals howling
Echoes of the end of time...
startled awake
throat hoarse
covered with gooseflesh
November 25, 2019
Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Delilah Ventura
Electrical
Tiny dermal vibrations
Tingly, soft of exquisite texture
Warm, of porcelain delicacy and tone
Your skin pulse mixes with the thrum of mine
Tender touches cuing tiny shivers of your surfaces
Small flutters where my fingertips dance, barely brushing
Squeaky little deep-throat moans tell me it's what you're desiring
I continue my touch games as I trace sexy words on you
Little hand prances that make your soft places jump
Shudders and sighs as I explore every surface
Sensual journeys that end in the spots
That only I know of and attend
With special caresses
The sensual rash
Goosebumps.
cold weather goosebumps
popping up on my soft legs
husband interested
Some stories give me goosebumps. They are found
in books and films that tell of wicked clowns
or evil children whose cold, empty eyes
cast spells on hapless people all around.
To chase that eerie feeling from my mind,
I spend an hour watching Looney Tunes!
True stories really chill me to the bone.
They tell of senseless murders, pedophiles,
kidnappings, suicides, and child abuse.
There’s no end to the evil in this world.
Fun tv shows can never banish chills
induced by rampant horrors near and far.
Date: November 19, 2019
Contest Title: Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Delilah Ventura
As sit in the room stairing outside
He enters the room with that smooth glide
All of a sudden the chills goes up my spine
And the goosebumps began to rise
The closer he comes near
The more the Goosebumps of appear
As the excitement continue to come over me
Ina still small voice , I say I don't want him to see these Goosebumps all over me.
As the night goes by and it began to get late
He has left the room , and the Goosebumps start to disapate
Contest: Goosebumps
Date:November 18, 2019
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