Oh star laden night
Most precious sight
Hold me in your arms
My lust-lustered delight
What ecstacy this
Celestial bliss
Your lightest touch taunts
With a crisp crystal kiss
Sweet speckles in time
Lush and sublime
Closer to heaven
The more mountains you climb
What’s up out there, darling dear
I’m missing your sharpness and wit
I witness more troubles from here
If this world is doomed to get split
Maybe one of its thousands of pieces
Will be suitable for habitation
A kinder God wouldn’t mind hear us
And softer will be every nation
And your little garden will grow
Bit larger and brighter each year
“The growing means work, as you know
Stop telling me these words of cheer..
You should say I wouldn’t be ill
With such a bouquet of diseases
That I could get over, until
You came with your stupid air kisses”.
HEAVENLY KISSES XL1sonnet 41
HEAVENLY KISSES a sonnet
(a changing life)
At NIGHT, fog, frost, Torment&Worry
Next DAY, snow, lightning, Fire &Distress
From GRIEF, angst, sorrow, Disgrace,Ridicule
With JOY, ease, wins, Constant Day
The MOON, smoke, flame, Ox and Wagon
Love's LIGHT, floods,field, Knowledge is Sustenanced
Our OBJECTIVE human,travail, Faith and God
PURPOSED, prize,promise, &Thankfulness
What is GOOD,right,positive,do Mention
CULTIVATE,earth, floods, to AVOID
Sans COURAGE, praise, soul, be APART
With FEAR, lies, strife, soon Reigns
Everything changes:Everyone loves:We, all ,incline to hate;
We ,who meditate these Words,understand the human state
So many cloudy days
Moments where the sun beat down hot
Typhoons, hurricanes, tornadoes
Reminding us of what we ain't got
Sitting on a wooden bench
With a gentle breeze writing out hope
Feet in the creek without a care
Nibbling on the sweetest cantaloupe
The phone rings with unexpected news
Shattering the heart into a thousand pieces
Grieving all the losses of blunted connection
Trying to bargain with god through many fleeces
An act of kindness when depression rules
Takes the soul to the end of denying self
Listening ears open and expand
To take identity off the safe little shelf
Finally, LOVE has come and enveloped
The wondering mind into eternal flow
The refreshing water of connection
Has yielded to wherever spirit wants to go
...pulling up roots, and blowing kisses
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-29-2026
ladybugs drift through blossoms~
tiny royal muses in ruby flight.
they bless each petal with spotted kisses,
turning sunlight into ceremony.
the whole garden seems to sigh
when their tiny grace arrives.
When life and death
Kisses
The limits of time, dare to live.
In the moment, and not get trapped;
Into an abyss loop, where routine
becomes repetitive motion in a
delusional dream, where weightiness
Needs release from a thousand memories.
Your book of life opens without permission.
Then collapse into transition, given a sigh;
Is it a relief? Or disbelief. This life’s lived
In each breath, so breathe deeply where
Everything fades through blurred tears.
No matter how many years! Shadow fears.
Of those ephemeral years, entwine vapor.
That every heart beats: Sojourn, sojourn!
This kiss unites wholeness and clarity.
Now clothed in divine brilliance.
Where light rests: in humility.
Surround me with your twilight kisses,
enfold me with the lights of your soul,
encircle me with your warm smiles
tonight and every night as the drift comes.
Hold me, pull me closer,
speak a million words for me,
kiss me with your subtle lips and
dream…dream with me.
Make me breathless as you reach for my hands;
cover my eyes with your charm
as we vividly float
into the beauty of the day.
Place me within a bubble and
let me be blown away by the beauteous breeze,
place your hand in mine and
fall in love.
Come to me when dusk is silently creeping,
whisper and captivate me
as we lose control and
fade into each other.
Kisses to my enemies,
Kisses to my foes,
I'll stand tall when the cold wind blows.
I may face my nemesis,
In battles that rise,
But never will I bow or compromise.
No sugar-coated lies, no hollow shows.
I’ll never fall back, no matter how the storm grows.
Lemonade flows
fluted fountain
diamond rivers
gentle rainy sprinkles
honey
sweet or sour kisses
dew faeries dancing
opus romance
coveted rose essence
open window
summer breeze
memories
lemony taffy
scented peppermint
sour kisses.
tip: don’t get sand in your lip gloss
Talking about relationships
I find it irritating when, after three hours of
sweaty club-dancing I ask my boyfriend,
“Want to get a sweet treat?” and he says “no.”
“Come on,” I whined.
I slumped, snorted and stamped my foot like a horse.
but he sat, cow-like, unmooved.
“I’m 22” I declared, lifting my chin in challenge,
“You can’t tell me ‘no.’ NO ONE can tell me no -
sweets are street-legal.”
While I was getting whipped up,
he’d started looking at his phone.
So I ordered ice cream, two scoops,
- one banana pie, and one mango-nut.
with whipped cream, nuts, strawberry bits
chocolate-sprinkles and three cherries.
He practically ate it all.
Let me say it poetically..
I was vexed near complaint
his filching was open
but with his sugared kiss, my wrath did melt,
cured, as was, by that warm piece of service
proving, all haps, love is still the sweetest thing.
.
.
Songs for this:
In These Shoes? by Kirsty MacColl
Meet You At the Moon by Imelda May
Do kisses the vine
as flowers open wide
I wish dew kisses were mine
sent from my sailor over roaring tides
The soft burden of your kiss, it’s a bliss
Bittersweet aftertaste, still it stays
Frozen faces of us, smiling masks
Stuck in time with our glasses of wine
Picture fades - but somehow it remains..
Give me your hand, my soul's star,
and look me in my eyes...
Look how
my heart and soul
embrace you
and dreams are woven
of tender loves,
of beautiful journeys far away,
in the land of love and life...
Look, our whole life
has one sense only...
To love you deeply,
to be loved by you
and to love
both together,
our children
and the whole world...
Because, nothing else
in this world remains
at the end,
except only,
the love and warmth,
we gave and felt,
with a warm embracing,
with a sweet glance,
with many feelings
and with a multitude
of countless and sweet,
passionate kisses of love...
Thomas Akritidis
The first encounter, a jittery state,
I was a whirlwind of nerves for a pivotal date.
He messaged and reached out, a gentle touch,
making me feel like I mattered so much.
In the heat of his day, I was Number One,
the spark of a romance had finally begun.
We sat for a meal, the mood was just right,
with pasta Carbonara—my purest delight.
But then came the horror, a tragic display:
he tackled his pizza the "gentleman" way.
With a fork and a knife, he sliced every piece,
I prayed for the soul of that pizza to cease.
Despite the sad cutlery, humour was there,
a funny, sweet energy filled up the air.
When he leaned in to kiss me, the world fell away,
a "treasured and seen" kind of magic, I’d say.
I felt truly valued, a feeling so rare,
like every soft word was a gift or a prayer.
The night reached its end near the parking lot light,
and his chivalry seemed to have taken a flight.
He stood by the door with a wave and a grin,
while I looked at my car and the darkness within.
"You’re walking me there!" I asserted with pride,
and he marched to my door, right there by my side.
"I AM THE PERSON I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR MY WHOLE LIFE."
I KNOW IT SUCKS NOT HAVING A SOULMATE, BUT
KNOW YOU ARE STILL "GREAT" ??
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