Rainbow antler dragon had a tale that was wagg’n
He was joyful and colorful, an enthusiastic dragon
His antlers were throwbacks to Neanderthal days
No one mentioned it, for it was not a dragon’s ways
He decorated the antlers, to try to camouflage them
It made them even more prominent said his Uncle Jim
He had a light touch, and could make a soufflé that would melt.
He dressed in Scottish clothing, was especially fond of a kilt.
Rainbow antler dragon stayed single his entire life
Not that many women dragons did not want to be his wife
But he had other things in mind, he was fulfilled in every way you see
He had hobbies galore, and he read every morning until three.
Have you ever
had that feeling
you are not alone
a good feeling
a feeling of warmth
you sense something
a light touch on your arm
you have become lost
here comes a choice
you are not sure
which direction
there is a flash of light
you glance around
a penny is found
picking it up
you feel tingling
sensations
you make the choice
follow that direction
the direction where
a penny was found
it turns out to be
the right choice
an angel
can always find you
no matter
how lost you are
if you are lost
pray to the Father
in the name of
Jesus Christ
and have faith
perhaps you will
hear the whisper
of an angel
Edward J Ebbs - 03/11/2025
Laying in the cool breeze
Drying the sweat on my face
Chilling my skin feeling refreshed
The light touch of God
The unknown rhythm of the wind
Memories of people and places
Flag waving back and forth
Remembering what it means to me
Hair moving with the breeze
Helping to loll me to sleep
Carrying happy dreams
Into the Universe
Give me a push the faerie said
The lion laughed
He remembered the last time he had pushed her
She had fallen out and her wings had torn off
I do not have a light touch, he told her
Pump your feet!
She smiled, now remembering.
She pumped her feet until she was up really high
Wasn’t that better? Asked the lion
The faerie laughed
Glad she knew how to pump
She loved swinging more than almost anything.
leopard butterfly
the brush-footed butterfly
sun-loving light touch
Suffering with a traumatic
brain injury nerve damage
traumatic headaches neuropathy
spalastity degenerative brain injury
it's a blessing to have medical care
out reach support groups balancing
pain my entire body filled with
crippling nerve pain sensitive to
light touch finding support groups
I find swimming helps in between
nerve blocks injections and botox
injections to give me some relief
keeping me comfortable during
severe traumatic pain it's a blessing
to have the neuroboxing team
on board amazing help for retired
boxers anyone Suffering with
head trauma like Mohammed
Ali Alex Ramos many other boxers
athletes my uncle Bob Satterfield
would be so pleased if he was alive this
legacy inspired me to continue
to fight through unsettling crippling
pain for my traumatic brain injury
traumatic headaches awareness
saves lives i know I would literally die
without my medication and treatment
God bless the USA
With a creak that sounds so loud
and a chill the deeper goes
quick light touch clings to the face
down into darkness we do go
above us does the warmth lie
and the lights that shine so bright
once there we did belong
yet now we’re cast away
chairs the tilt to one side
books that gather dust so deep
blankets that no one does use
papers faded with many years
every corner with cobwebs filled
strings that dangle from light bulbs old
memories in boxes that no one recalls
all here cast aside for another day
knowing not just what was done
no reasonable words sent us away
welcome to now we are not
send into darkness hidden away
in the cold chill of night
windows above lit with dim light
briefly flashes as cars race away
tears do fall within the night
Each morning as I wake
my eyes will seek the sky
be it blue or heavy overcast
my spirit lifts in flight -
to behold the natural world
is a miracle of being
when I reach my final hour
let the light touch my skin
no shadow’s cloying weight
give me a room bathed in sun
or a view of rain quenched earth
trees flush with living green
let it be an ordinary day
familiar as I’ve often spent
with nothing overwrought -
a bird may cry overhead
perhaps some errant clouds
like me passing out of sight.
My tongue tastes the sweetness of your kiss
Both heart and spirit are awake
The long languid suppleness of this
Is almost too much for me to take
My body trembles from your light touch
As you softly caress my cheek
This time with you that I love so much
Is disarming as my knees grow weak
Heart pounds with a shortness of breath
Oh what a delectable sin
And though it draws me closer to death
Still, I can't wait to do it again
Never in secluded pools they dwell,
I speak of ornate waterfalls,
they rise and fall majestically,
near docks, wharves and piers,
sparkle, gleam, smooth flow trickle,
eye balm whirl fantastic perk on tap,
stickybeak on podium rapids,
instigator signage when our trek seems dull,
but reflection is a gem warp cataract,
kinetic rebound ocean wave backbeat,
which in fact an upfront blissful target,
hardly ever missing opal bulls-eye,
environmental bubbles that somehow never burst,
indulge outlandish fare Promethean,
spurt on vermillion lanyards pendant sweep,
dream paint sunrise clementine tincture,
daub acrylic spree through pale moon orb,
squeeze tube lambent hue past frail mandala,
eternal sepia a light touch pristine shroud,
that loiters over urban life force ripple,
flaunt your image rich abundant fire
leopard butterfly
the brush-footed butterfly
sun-loving light touch
my fingers ...
are moonbeams
and like that porcelain light
I let them dance upon you, bare -
tiptoe across your shy
places with a
delicate (but intent)
adoration ...
many, the times they've made
this dermal sojourn
yet each is as if the first -
softer, sweeter, sure that the journey is
as savory as it’s end
each inch, it's own mystery ...
here-and-there your flesh jumps and
rises as you coo and sigh -
little bumps follow that spread
to the rest of you
like moonlite spattering the sea …
but your sea is mine -
beneath my touch ...
deeper
darker
warmer
and where I long ...
to drown.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, December 29, 2022
she has freshened the meadow
the fence post are topped off in merry fashion
she floats down with such a light touch
if she was not cold, we might not notice
she begins lightly
giving us a tiny version of herself
no one expects her to keep up this pace
but she does
for six hours
our yards resemble Santa’s village
everything has been touched
she is twinkling with a spirit of joy
I do not want to make prints
feeling a reverence
Grasshopper moth queen’s job is a delicate one.
She must send out the tiny moths one by one.
Hope and optimism are tucked away in their wings
They fly as delicately as a robin sing.
She is thoughtful and kind, and she uses a light touch.
The moths that are sent, love her help very much.
They sprinkle joy amid the common folk and the fey.
It is their job to bring happiness to the end of each day.
sun rays
soft glaze
tawny
shiny
Monet's
art ways
airtouch
light -touch
teal hue
sea view
shadow
warm glow
spells hope
'gainst hope
of morn
reborn
26 April 2022
For Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Notes: Impression, Sunrise is a painting by Claude Monet first shown at what would become known as the "Exhibition of the Impressionists" in Paris in April, 1874. The painting is credited with inspiring the name of the Impressionist movement. Impression, Sunrise depicts the port of Le Havre, Monet's hometown.(Wikipedia)
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