Fatty doggy
Happy sleepy
Witty
Greedy
Pulsing
Patting
Thumping
Hugging
Trendy
Friendly
Watching
Dreaming
Barking
Chasing
A friend
At hand
Hugging commences tenderly, a potential of carefulness,
Carefulness constructs in quietness, basics laid there,
There develops the persistence, firm and true,
True promises arise when hearts learn to restart.
Restart with touch, yet lips still abstain,
Abstention teaches lovers that progress must continue,
Continue in the instant, not rushing ahead,
Ahead lies the fruitlet of what’s slowly bred.
Bred in the warmth of arms that reveal,
Reveal without speed, let belief be the monitor,
Monitor every phase until affection is complete,
Complete love improvements, approving the passion.
Poem by N. Mugisho
Kissing feels tender, a disguise for the horde,
Horde murmurs compliment, their voices very showy,
Showy rings of consent, heavy inside,
Inside the stillness, factual hotness must skin.
Skin the cuddle, keep space in prospect,
Prospect of love trimmed down to courteous,
Courteous shrugs remain, but craving is departed,
Departed remains the hug where affection once excelled.
Excelled like a blaze, now dimmed to a kiss,
Kiss without arms leaves something erroneous,
Erroneous seems the heart that shrinks to appear,
Appear stout outside, but feeble when adjacent.
Poem by N. Mugisho
I saw a man
Hugging a rhino,
Why he was
I really don’t know!
I know some people
Like to hug a tree,
But a stuffed rhino
In a museum,
This surely can’t be!
Love came to me like a warm fire
Hugging me in a cold wintry night
As a burning bush you engulfed me
In your flames of desire
A little delay till our souls met
Never caused any harm
It was God's miracle
That brought us together in this cosmic bond
But it takes time to embrace the pain
Of not having you near
And loving you wholeheartedly strong.
Stay sweet in love
Hugging you while you sleep
Sign that man loves you.
mommy dropped to her knees
right there in the Kansas City airport
pulling her baby into her body
She could never get enough hugging
Her daughter was thrilled to see her
and luckily did not understand how close mommy came
to not ever returning home from Iraq
When I was young I wasn't much into hugs
or prolonged touch..
I tolerated a peck on the cheek or a kiss
on the forehead before falling asleep..
Probably due to my older sis and her bear like
hugging, a mixture of love and her strength,
that often felt like a mugging..
Many a time I'd balk at requests to be hugged,
two bodies colliding.
It felt too intrusive to me and awkwardly confining.
My second husband changed this all and in time
my hugging dislike was solved.
He gave such secure and comforting hugs, my body
would melt with the strength of his love.
Once a client asked me for a hug at the end of his massage session.
This is a definite red flag for therapists in that profession.
In these recent years now I live alone, several hours from family
and my native home.
At times I miss the intimacy of a hug, that close and calming connection
that leaves one feeling snug.
I'm certain there's others who feel the same way. Why don't we have free
hugging stations for humans today?
You go to the gas station and get a free hug, while the car's tank is filling you also feel love!
Hugging is my favorite gesture
Not this time. No, not anymore
Just an exchange of sweet flying kiss
With closed eyes and protruding lips
Let’s show true love and care
Protect each other from virus- don’t share
Sept 6, 2022 10.21pm
Bitesize Poem no52
Contest Judged: 10/6/2022 8:48:00 PM
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Place: HM ( out of 1 to 3 w & 4 HM)
I am going on a sabbatical
And the first thing I wonder is
Will my trees greet me
If I leave for a week?
I was only gone once before
For a week
And my trees waved me into my driveway.
I had planted the bulk of them.
They began waving in frenzied way
The second I turned my car in at the top of the hill
They waved with glee, showing me their limber limbs.
The second the car stopped, the trees stood still.
My husband ran out and asked “What is up with those trees?”
“I guess they are glad to see me,” I told him.
He had no other comment. He knows I am a tree-hugging spiritualist.
Hugging means everything to some
It is shunned by a few
I feel sorry for those who cannot hug
I had to teach my mother how to hug me
She never could when I was a child
But she could hug my children readily
I observed this and began to hug her first.
The first few times I hugged her, she flinched.
It may have taken ten or eleven goodbye hugs
I knew that she caught on, and liked it.
because she began reaching for me first.
These were the best hugs, the ones I needed the most.
The ones I missed growing up.
The ones that would have soothed me in so many ways.
Now my mother is gone.
It has been two years since I had one of her hugs.
When I get to heaven I hope to have them again.
They meant everything to my child within.
I'm here hugging the cactus, it's truly making its point,"Ouch, Ouch, Ouch"
One in love may live far away from one another but hugging the common air surfing together inhaling and exhaling it together so both of them in the air together their standing on this Earth wherever physical thoughts whatever.
Tap dance through life if you must.
Munch all the gum drops that it offers.
Paint a million roses on misty mirrors.
Denial always tap-taps along rainbows.
But never roots the truth from darkness.
You frolic in waters different than mine.
A fantasy stream always half-smiling.
What you call living life to the fullest.
Is really a life of distraction and half-shine.
Most every day my heart is eclipsed.
As I sip the brackish waters of truth, the hag.
It's the only cure for societal blindness.
But I don't like ugly any more than you do-
I prefer slogging slowly through thorn and grist.
while you tap a path of fool's gold and plastic petal.
but when life closes the blackest of curtains
we'll be hugging the same cold breast of death-
5/31/20
Craig Sponsor
Hugs contest
The end is in sight although barely
Think positive we will survive, are you ready
All of a sudden
Like pushing a button
Laughing and kissing and hugging your teddy
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