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Most inconvenient our conveniences ~ saber-laving traps

The Washing of the Stone

a bed of stones unloosed to spill from its path
through fresh waters flow to the distant sea
laving pebbles from its silty rough wrath
from rivers fresh to brackish brine's debris
the journey ends where it began its ascendancy
drifting as the impetus of tidal destiny

Spring Blossoms

What cascades pour light into my pores
with their holy waters, laving me
cleansing me of dusty layers?

What delicate fingers bloom my buds
with breezy touch, brushing my petals
making them flutter and dance in rhyme?

What surreal light my skin soaks up
with its rainbow colors suffusing
through and through my hollow being?

What bird warbles its soft melody
with verve, wafting around in my boughs
elating every nook and cranny?

Is it onset of sunny spring, 
herald of bounteous blossoms?

Earth

The soil is from Wall-Mart,
brawny and rich as sweet tobacco.
Driving home
bag of dirt on the back seat,
aromatic atoms of fertility
pop unseen.
I tip the bag
wonder at the rich darkness
yet there are mushrooms of light,
galaxies of milk-spinning germs.
It tumbles through my hands
like mane of brown horse.
A muscular earth
that douses fingers in a laving of loam.
I feel the child-lings, the pods,
I know if I sprinkle rainwater,
the wombs of impalpable virgins
will fill with promiscuous
prayers.

The Cadence of My Heart

Morning found me on a river bank
basking in the warmth of the sun
I thought of myself as a turtle,  
believing my shell was armor
shielding my heart from everyone

I started to doze in placid tranquility
The sun's sultry breath laving my skin
Then I heard a splash and fear set in
as you swam across the lake to me

Cowardly, I ran. Deeply hidden was I
or so I mistakingly thought
beneath barren branches, I quietly lie
amongst Autumn leaves on forest floor
trying to lull the cadence of my heart

You breached the surface
body glistening in sunlight's splendor
I moved farther into the forest
shivering, not from a chill, but fear
as your treading steps drew near

I closed my eyes but could not dismiss
thoughts surging through my mind
I had no control over any of those
Your hands lifted me from cowering pose
Your lips touched mine in prurient kiss

Not a word did either care to utter
but there was need of none
Mid morning found us basking in the sun
Your sultry breath laving my skin
My heart pulsing,  aflutter

Earth

The soil is from Wall-Mart,
brawny and rich as sweet tobacco.
Driving home
bag of dirt on the back seat,
aromatic atoms of fertility
pop unseen.
I tip the bag
wonder at the rich darkness
yet there are mushrooms of light,
galaxies of milk-spinning germs.
It tumbles through my hands
like mane of brown horse.
A muscular earth
that douses fingers in a laving of loam.
I feel the child-lings, the pods, 
I know if I sprinkle rainwater,
the wombs of impalpable virgins
will fill with promiscuous 
prayers.

Nineseventeen

Aahhh sumptuous beloved nineseventeen

calling for hot frothing, purling, bubbling steam

laving eager flesh with honey scented cream

strategic jets pummelling tight spots unseen

hand languidly reaches champagne flute between

naughty nibbles on silver dishes that gleam

reflecting radiance of goddess light beam

eyes devour tales of sensual jewelled queen

glistening satisfied muscles stretch and preen

breath slows, pleasure coaxes perky nerves to dream.



Written 9th July 2018
for contest 9.17
Also Brian Strand's Late August Contest

This Steady, Slow Drizzle

Our little stream flows
but a trickle most days
but rises, runs, today --
all busy energy.
Its perky
change of pace
does not match 
my current cast of face.
Still, this steady
slow drizzle
has its damp uses --
laving dusty leaves
to clean and shiny green.
I am not thankful
for gray skies --
they bring no joy
as bright sunshine might...
only sober, quiet periods
for reflection
unaffected by the colors
of cheerier weather.

Transformation

Transformation
The Shield In MY Life

It was a thunderous, illuminating night
When He appeared and talked of the shield.
I was there, just a face in the crowd,
Elated by His energy and sight
Enchanted by His charm and wit
As truth filled my ears.

But then not by choice
He revealed to my dismay the shield
Invisible to my eyes
Hanging heavy from my chest
Like a storms eternity.

He did loosen the cord
That bound that old worn battle shield,
I tried to stop it from falling as it tumbled
Crashing down around my feet.
Shattered, broken into a hundred pieces.

My heart began to weep. He smiled and said,
“ Leave it and be free”
Sobbing deep moans rumbled through my soul
As I bent to pick up the pieces
To take them as my own.

Walking to a hillside. I laid the pieces down
Laving them buried on the hill.
I turned and walked away,
With a flow of healing tears
I heard his voice within my soul
And in my heart I felt free from all my fears.

Erich J. Goller
Copyright 2003

Hope For a Hope

The river of time is flowing and laving every second of my life
Wish I can make it stop even just for a while
I am buried under my own thoughts and it’s hard to breathe
My soul is drowned in the tears of grieve 
My heart sleeps without waking in the arms of sadness
And I feel myself vanishing, in my fake existence
My pain is drenched in my tears
My eyes are facing my worst fear
Waiting for a cold wind to whisper in my ear
that, the one I am longing for is somewhere near
To know the feeling of your touch, has become my life’s bane
And I began to burn in your love’s ignited flame
Hold me tight in yourself before I start to fade
Loving you is the only thing for which I am made

Our Sunset

LIFE FLOWS FROM ME WITH EACH EXHALATION OF BREATH

TEARS WATER THE ARID DESERT OF MY SOUL. 

THE WIND HOWLS THRU THE SKELETAL REMAINS OF MY BEING

AND DUST, DUST, DUST PORTRAYS ME. 

A SNEEZE, THE LAVING OF HANDS, SHAKING OF SHEETS AND I AM NO MORE.
 
THE RED OF SUNSET SHOWS SO MANY SOULS.

Essential Persistence

The wisdom of the wind is motion,
Wandering ecstatic, yet sublime.

The charity of rain is laving lotion,
Cleansing residues of urban grime.

The genius of the sun is searing passion—
Violent, erotic rampant fire.

But cooling clay and earth we wear in fashion
Finally, when our hot hearts expire.

Our flesh erodes.  Our bones flake too.
But souls need neither…born, anew.

Cheese Croissant

C runching sounds erupt from beneath
H umbling voices of satisfaction
E rupt within your mouth
E mbroidering the taste of cheese 
S mooth atonement immerse your tongue
E ngrossing it with calmness and amazement

C heese croissant is what we behold
R oaming in the plate as it awaits
O ne to come and bight into it
I n order to fill the person with its love
S laving salvation for moments
S laughtering its creatures for a while
A s the person enjoy every second with it
N oticing every speck of food baked 
T raveling the distances far beyond...

Exploration

I am tasting the pristine water melted from the highest mountain up high
Dancing with the sun's rays over glazing summer's green grass
Floating with the weltering waves of a vast ocean at sunset
Riding the aborning knowledge of our next generation
Smelling the chastity of the first bud of spring bloomed with beauty and maturation
I am exploring your heart
laving your soul
sharing your thoughts
before I can love you

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