Intimacies Poems

Woul Then

Bruised Ego's
and hurt feelings
overcoming the
stresses of differences
scaling the cultivation of secrecy
to partner and reporter
to connect and communicate
the emotional and physical intimacies
of belonging
being needed
being wanted
and being loved
non- deceptive
the justifcation of
conflict in resolution
the eventaul day
of togetherness
to start anew
to unite as one


Spoke Eros Te Love God
to these people who  needed Guidance
for that togetherness after conflict
Meanderd Might they
sort between the things
that matter
Those tender mercies whisper to the need of belonging
Echo of Mercy Whispers of Love

Axiel Seamount Affect

motived by his desire to appeal to women
there attention her affection and her approval
it had been said je was nicer to women than men
it made it easier to those who oppose him to speak
against his personal desires and wants
at the heart of being a legitimate interesting person
who's interest allows those who share certain interest
to share moments and intimacies
those with a more intelligential  knowing would probably 
differ there opinion and look toward the needs of the man
and how the women he attracts meet his needs and wants
and find why other would wish take both who 
and want he desires
any activity about interest both active and inactive
 " The Clague of Desires" from GioCoso Barcarolle to
the neutralization of a note to advise accent to sforganzo were
ostinato is consistent from both ends
(from each beginning (than centered) to an end to began again)
(Poseidon (Neptune) began training to appeal to
The Goddess who were attracted to Pele)
They sipped wine on Curtis Creek
until Pele wished a certain Goddess as his own)

ANIMA MUNDI

we walk alone as the time commends
as the need arises as the love fulfills
mother of each day’s world

I have engaged in intimacies before
holding a cat as he died
a child with a sore throat
sitting in court beside a scared twenty year old
going to jail for freeing a pig

what seems to be a mistake is often
a brave step into situations which
prior to this
had appeared unapproachable
but things look strange only when the full pattern is lost

chant to fear, encompassing it in wholeness
align outer with inner
and give yourself new names each day
horse-that-walks-in-darkness
spirit-who-flies-above-clouds
and become eternally new

love sits high on old crooked legs
and recycled gold paint from the dumpster
after so many years
after animal rights
after finding love
I write the Book of Hours
for life gets more archetypal at the end
and old age is not a disease
accepting this we round the circle
into the hexagram of Peace

The Lights where Dimmed for the Occasion Adante

Love I have found thee
in search of Love
might we remain decent
whilst we
filter out
selfishness, obsession, deceit
and external desires.
Might we define our intimacies as love
between us never
allowing even our own
to pry loose
our togetherness.
In search of love
might we two together
seek remedy in a peaceful
and encouraging way
that even as one might be disappointed
we both might understand
that know one but you and
I shall define us as beginning or ending
that even those close to us may never
speak of what days
we had begun to start or crumble
as freind love
and even helper might we stand together
in love
needing not to search that
what we have together
is enough to move us through
the ages.

Sensuous Streets

                                8/17/2023



       On this hot, day, I think of our times together.
       Sweet, yet salty sweat, that rolled onto your lips.
       Moonlit streets, in Chicago’s lust filled weather
       Oh, that I might taste them, with my tongue’s tip.  

       Intimacies shared under glistening, leaved trees.
       This, my love hymn~  may it forever last.
       Summer moments engraved on Midwest leaves.
       As powerfully as great crests on the seas.

Innermost Secrets

Suppose I tell you all my innermost secrets
Lay my soul bear before you without fear,
Will you respect what confidence merits
Consider the trust I placed in you as dear?

Knowing I have shared with you my hurt
Suppose I tell you all my innermost secrets,
Having come to you for needed comfort
A favored friendship among all my outlets.

Nothing is so sacred as sharing our regrets,
As laying bear our most personal intimacies
Suppose I tell you all my innermost secrets
We have always conversed with such ease.

Will you think me less for unveiling my soul
Not seeking for how your mind interprets,
But wanting our comradeship to be whole
Suppose I tell you all my innermost secrets. 

Written June 25, 2022

Silent Now

Silent now, his story faded
Into memories, heartfelt passions
Hushed by thoughts of a past
Where his light was vibrant, dancing
Through the dreams that waited
On nothing, no one… flames
Stirring the seas for zealous singers
Stars ablaze with hues of laughter, graying

Silent now, his features stoic
Life’s intimacies grow weary with knowing
Love has been his friend, his companion
Through the decades, he has found
Love is life and without it, there is doubt
That anything in the world is worthwhile
Even the stars in the sky flicker out at dawn
But love, for him, shimmers on an endless hope!




The Pastel Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
June 4, 2022

Lingering Shadows

Your shadow
Haunts me,
My breath grows shallow
As I fall to my knees.

You tear me down
To build me up blindly.
My triggers deafen me,
(Why can’t you hear me?)
Trauma quiets me,
(Throat closed up, can’t breathe.)
Wrap me in your intimacies. 

Memories pour through the seams,
Seeping into my soul,
Leaching the life out of me.
Shadows stealing everything I know,
Leaving me alone and feeling cold.

The thought of you
Ignites my deepest fears.
I looked into your soul,
And I knew.
In that moment your rage
Was all that I could hear.

Darkness consumed me,
Your shadow saw my suffering
And refused to set me free,
Memories left hungering.
Please,
Just leave me be.

Man-Made, Yet a Human Brain Was Cooked Into Stygian-Hued Glass By Spilling Lava In 79ad

A curve of sky
in a corner cusps a smooth,
thick dusting 

of carrot-mauve hues 
tonight. Drapes over heather
trees 

whose arms 
and hands bend with this drowsy sky
as it starts

to fall asleep-
the cyrean "silk" upon 
which this 

cantaloupe tint 
is traced, daubed, by the brushstrokes 
of Mother Nature;

is ready 
for the deep onyx doves-with halos-
of a cold Spring night.

With the Heavens' 
cut diamonds-for the Goddess-
and immaculate 

lambency.
This soft lusty Dusk will Father
a shiny glass red 

rose, 
a radio balefire 
that will 

capitivate 
through the limbs of the esteemed 
trees, 

wink 
through this Springtime's beetling 
intimacies 

on a windy night. 
The man-made magenta 
comforts 

as it beams 
next to the "Sunrise Field", 
mowed emerald blades 

under 
another sky of day-break 
pigments-

a dawn 
placenta of bright lemon 
vanilla,

and little 
sugar- coated strawberry 
juices-

another corner 
of the clay, sea, and cloud-and ash-
colored campus- 

bewitching 
oil paintings in crystalline 
emblems...

Love Us Never To Fail

Time again to make seal of our love...
goodness knows, so long over-due – 
Needing really to plant ours firmly to
define, Something just right for us two ~ of 
fondness both old and new: the years we have
dearly cared, all the intimacies 
divinely shared – and those times hereon 
we declare, for such love, one 
life nearly not enough to bear – So, this is to 
chronicle yesterday's embraces, also a crest 
about now – what's more, a song of 
tomorrow, then eternity, our finding a way 
somehow – for if seers, they wrongly informed 
us, and our preachers, their heaven though
precious but a tale, rely then we entirely on
love, having known love us never to fail.

The Fat Warbler

The fat sonbird WARBLES a love song 
as it sits aside 
a GURGLING brook that SPLASHES 
shards of sunlight into the trees 

who MURMUR their intimacies 
to each other 
as the splintered door of a nearby shed 
SLAMS shut in the wind. 

The noon bell RINGS.

November 13, 2021

Moth Wings

A tree, fully flushed, 
curves under a light peach pink sky.

It expects to slip 
into the descending dark, 

to watch as a lamp casts 
a sun-like hue from a window 

within deep salmon sienna brick-
moth wings press against the glass.

The leaves are minute beetling shapes;
the trees exchanges intimacies in the wind-

a whisper in a rustle..
a nod to each other in the Dusky breeze.

Cursed

Cursed at life,
Count with me,
Let me introduce you to my demons...
Here's 1, 2 and 3.

Tear me down,
Build me up blindly.
My triggers deafen me, 
(Why can't you hear me?)
Trauma quiets me.
(Throat closed up, can't breathe).
Seduce me,
Wrap me up in your intimacies. 

I lost touch with everything close to me,
I count myself in
Just to count myself out.
I'm crashing too fast,
Too sedated to slow down.

Cursed at life,
Can't stop,
Can't maintain,
Can't keep a hold on what's killing me.
Please,
Relieve me from this pain.

Help me refrain,
What's life with no gain?
Wasting my life,
One day at a time.
Why's it so hard to get back on my grind?

Take it one minute at a time,
Every day is a struggle,
Learning to live all over again.
I had to take a step back from the game.

Drizzle Like Drizzle Sweet Like Ah

Zirconium
Titanium-Rutile
Titanium-llmenite
Scalley wags and tarbuks
Teague League swantsium
12-12-2020
Chaotic Moon
Tides of Eden
Waves to disppare
Transparency and
Each mode of
Communicative
Measures
Dialogue speaks
To the need of
Persons.
Poverty creates
empathy for some.
To others it allows
restrictions to create
other conditions.
A strategy to humble
Masses and restrict
and give right to those
Who wish to be rebellious.
Who's mercies speaks of God.
That man's trust is spoken
In as situation.
Work available to encourage
Folk to work.
Might we labor and chore
So we might than enjoy the
Intimacies with those who
are legally able to marry.
Right and rightousness.
Right on, Right on!

From the book Delmond Porter
"A woman to Love" by Seashore
Seashack. The Swapping Kissemedia Group.
His lustful need of music.
Two beers 
1 cup of spiced rum
2 cups of ginger ale
1/2 cup of lemon juice
1)4 cup of cherry juice from canned cherries
1 cup of pineapple juice

A Sense of Betrayal

I put a mere desire into your hole,

although 

it’s only a misleading impression.

My right leg is dwelling in a bowl of potpourri,

My left leg is drowned by unacceptable intimacies.

Amid the flock of birds, I 'm chasing the wind

or win.

Maybe,

under the silver lining

you catapult my eyeballs to your fading shadow.

My soul adores the reality,

whirling like a dervish,

even there’s no fallback position 

once I fall in love with you.

I'm much in love,

with a much waiting.

A pile of pale, blush to think of what

a fool I made of myself,

How your white teeth and rosy lips 

are sealed with an unbridled enthusiasm.

Please let me put a bouquet of flower

near your ear,

as the souvenir in this Indian summer.

Don’t feel a sense of betrayal

when our fingers dissolve in a subtle shade of pink.

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