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The secrecy that ad-libbed by the muteness
Embraced fervency aroused by the speechless
The darkness that mildly faded by the moonshine night
He gently took hold of time
Holding her by his arm, softly he lauded
The moment with rhyme –
Three melodic words as he whispered
Broke through his heart and spoken by his eyes
An adorable smile shared by her
That touched his essence longed beyond time.
Soothingly he crossed his arms by her back
And slowly and slowly…
They adhered themselves nigher
No more words uttered and benumbed their breath
They stormily gazed themselves
Throbbing of the heart, the only fathom eared.
Blink of lashes felt upon by the adage intimacy
Bedewed by secretion when two lips sensed the legacy
They prolonged by the eroticism that shone,
He slowly and softly eased his hands
And allayed her by her dorsum, which upraised
Her desires with eternal dusk that kept on.
A kiss of betrothals on her forehead
Whispered by drops from her eyeses
And wordses were bespoken by the affair of silence,
He slowly and gently held her across her waist
By blink of an eye they fell upon abreast on the rose bed
Where the secrecy lingered by the comeuppance.
A kiss of attachment on her neck
Pulsed by innate reflex of her body
And tepidity elicited by the adhesion.
Longanimity of love felt upon by the quest for lust
Peeled by the vehemence when two body conjunct by their essence
They made love by the sound of their gratifying whispers
And sometimes a smile was shared
By the presence of affirmation and touch.
Wallow in their squeeze on the bask shed
They rollover dearly upon their ardent bed
The running away time failed to apprehend
They abstracted themselves
By the renascence of ignition with glows of love.
The secrecy then ad-libbed by the muteness
Embraced fervency aroused by the speechless
The darkness that mildly faded by the moonshine night
That actually met the dawn by the running away time
They were benumbed by the naive realism
And upheld their sensualism by the moonshine bright.
What’s your view?
Is there a hue?
That for you
Will on cue
Always imbue
Your soul renew
The one colour
Couldn’t poo poo
Makes others duller
Wouldn’t eschew
Pure & true
We’ve all known
Tone is prone
To stir such emotion
Some say sky or sea
Others disown
The big blue notion
Shrouds of clouds
Lure of azure ocean
For me a dosage
Of grown foliage
Honed my devotion
The most verdant sheen
I have ever seen
That magic potion
Tincture of Greens!
A cricket pitch
Without a hitch
Can bewitch
Billiards baize
Rays ablaze
Can amaze
Who doesn’t fawn
Over dew at dawn
On a lovely lawn
Passion pops
Preens the tops
Fashions any copse
Captivating thrills
Spills across
Undulating hills
Don't need a permit
To be a hermit
Rest In a forest
The colour of kermit
A tinge to binge
Can’t cringe..shan’t impinge
Only if flames singe
Would cause a twinge
Fresh from Mother Nature’s syringe
There’s no other shade
She’s sprayed
Life conveyed
Jade dappled glade
Strife allayed
Laborious glorious fringe rife
So dutifully…beautifully made
Not a skinflint hint
Or skint glint
Stints of prints
Of green tints
Like cooling Mint
Or the sublime lime
Of summertime fooling
Could be the emerald
Only Spring can herald
Or go full throttle
Embracing the green of racing
Or the mottle of bottle
Let sage take centre stage
Held captive by olive
Maybe Pea or Sea glee
Say what you see
Always classy
Brassy let’s call it grassy
Which is why
It’s a bonsai dye
I’m a verdant merchant
With a trenchant penchant
For this natural screen
Finessing..caressing & dressing wood
Glean a lovely keen sheen
Whether trees or Pease pud
That could have only ever been GREEN!
She stared up, intently, watching the Peruvian skies pass composedly above. She was dazed and disorganised about the steps leading her hither. Her eyes descended upon her hands, hands that were dry and sallow from the days of climbing. She clutched her fists searchingly, hoping that her two index fingers were still graced by her grandmother's heirloom. She surveyed the uncouth distance with its eerie remoteness and summoned all the remaining strength left in her limp body and continued the long expedition. She passed imposing mountainous regions and extended arid areas of desert. She felt the tepid wind with its suppleness play with her legs and she heard it sing echoed incantations as it passed on into the twilight. She stopped but for a moment, and wandered how, at this point of time, life had forged itself in its current form, in its current melody. She continued her long, galling walk - every step felt consigned to oblivion; every effort allayed the previous one. She felt the echoes of her long-lost love permeate like some record saddled in skip. She fixed her eyes on her shadow. 'How did you manifest? ' she would ask, speculatively, occasionally trying to shirk and weave her opaque reflection. She couldn't avert her mind from a particularly fond memory in which, on a very placid English afternoon, she would sit by the nearby river with her childhood friend, Ruby. She always had a penchant for memories of Ruby when she found herself addled and aggrieved by some hardship. But Ruby was not here, she was absent like her maudlin love - forsaken and remiss. The mirage enticed her, coerced her and terrorized. Tears began to fall like fragmented moments of yesteryear. The mistral gales howled hauntingly and the sun continued to blanch and braise. A bird, cowled and suspect, perched itself on a nearby tree and watched the lady clamber through the brazen sands, and asked itself: 'but, why? '
Shabbos Table True Fable
Our family "Heimish" setting,
Replete with 2 lighted candles letting,
Blessings, my wife's "Emunah" truly abetting.
6 days' worries & scurries set aside, allayed,
2 lights cleansing in noble "Dr. Suess" style displayed,
Candlesticks' "Curved Art", due to years of use arrayed.
Bluma Yehudis's beautiful voice, her simple innocence,
Capturing a crystalline semblance,
Of each of our spiritual en-trance.
2 "Challah Bagels" offered gratefully to "Hashem",
Each one a symbol, "Remembering" & "Guarding" them,
The 24 hours of rest, from creative labors, not physical ones, we stem.
"When wine goes in, truth comes out",
Liquid sunshine savored in moderation, no gout,
And to boot, enhances melodious singing aloud.
Other Yidden heard through our window, grace the night,
Melodies heard so clear, listening is like eyesight,
Each "Niggun" inspiring, not the least bit trite.
Shabbos graces us each with an extra "Neshama",
Meaning Soul, from "Breath", exhaled into each "Guf" by "HaRachaman"
Gifting "Bina", or understanding, & appetite for my wife's "Manna".
In Bina we listen to each other, to Torah "Tools & Dies",
Attending to Hashem's word, true hearing with eyes,
Conversing, not the least, with your loved's ties.
Singing "Shir HaMa'Alos" in unison,
Brings us together as each other's & His chosen ones,
Bonding warmly, embracing each other by voices' tones.
Afternoon naps, enjoying playing Bananagrams,
Invigorating, rejuvenating, noncompetitive lambs,
Sharing dreams, emotions, wits & words, ignoring weekday scrams.
"Davening", or praying, to Hashem for ours & others' welfare,
Ending domestic disputes among us, pointless warfare,
Huge blessings & tiny like "Shalom", health and carfare.
All this in our Shabbos? I barely skimmed...
" There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy!"
The odor of warmth and affection,
The feeling of love and protection,
An isolated heaven of love;
I lay in his arms like an angel,
Like a white dove,
At the moment,
I am living an endless time
Of eternal happiness,
Life seems to be everlasting…
Life now, is a colored painting
Of smiles and joy,
Words slithered between his lips,
Like tiny insects sliding on the petals
Of a bright-colored flower,
I contemplated his beauty as
I heard his tender voice whisper,
“Thy beauty is like the azure sky.”
Perfection is what I am seeing,
His words kept on repeating
In my head;
In his arms I lived another life…
A nirvana created by his glaring eyes,
“Thy beauty is a mosaic picture on the walls of heaven,”
His words swayed like the dancing waves…
I lay there inertly,
With a river of feelings penetrating
My soul like an addictive kiss of his,
I smiled…
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My feelings suddenly shifted,
I felt tiny droplets of water condense
On my cheeks,
Were they tears?
My anguish was immense…
Sadness and grief formed
A body of confusion that mystified
The fantasizing feelings I had felt,
Here I was,
In your arms;
My ally, the person I shared my life with…
You held me tightly trying to ease
The pain I was feeling,
The pain created by you…
The tears in my eyes created a reflection of
My sufferings,
The sufferings that tend to draw a continuous
Picture of your betraying eyes…
I cried and cried as I felt your arms
Hold me tighter,
I felt no comfort at all…
I closed my eyes trying to place myself
In “his” arms again,
The arms of the stranger
That allayed my soul like tender music,
Like a harmony created by the soft,
Emerald leaves that danced with the wind…
I smiled again…
Our Dear Children,
We think the time has come for you to see,
We're both getting old, your Mum & me.
please try not to laugh when we get things wrong,
We come from a time of singing a different song.
We may say things a couple of times in a chat,
Please don't say, hang on,you just said that!
Remember the times we read 3 Billy Goats Gruff,
Over and over was never enough.
Remember Little Bo Peep who lost her sheep,
Again over and over,'til you fell asleep.
There was a time when we had to be fast and fleet,
To stop you from falling when out in the street,
So there may come a time when we ask for your hand,
Remember the time you needed ours just to stand.
We know nothing about this fast new way of life,
But we taught you to eat with a spoon,fork and knife.
So now as those times which we speak of draw near,
Be happy for us, raise a glass and say Cheers!
You were born out of love, you were never a mistake,
Though there were times when our hearts you did break.
They were times of learning that you had to go though,
'oft we cried ,your Mother and I, times you did not know,
We knew that you were simply just learning to grow.
We cut apron strings at the time when we were sure,
You could make your own way as you walked out of the door.
We gave you our best, the only way we knew how,
To give life your best, will gladden our hearts now.
So please have patience with us as we near our life's end.
Our love may be all we have left to send.
It is yours, always has been, since the day you were born.
Our love never faltered over the years and the tears.
To see you succeed has allayed all our fears.
So darling daughter, to you, we both say.
We love you so much in every way.
© Dave Timperley April 2016.
Memorial of a Loved One
In Memory of My Mother, Irene!
Some memories so terribly painful be,
and will not leave my memory.
I took care of my bedridden Mom
for five years and then..
On that sunny, dreadful July afternoon
I knew the Grim Reaper was knocking
on our door far too soon!
I called the paramedics on the
phone right away.
My feelings of fear were allayed.
They arrived, but it seemed not soon
enough.
Four paramedics removed her from the
bed and laid her on the floor.
But refused to do nothing more.
They, asking hysterical,me...
Do I have signed papers as to to in life
she wants to be!
I wanted to sock each and all!
I had no such papers, I wept in the hall.
My Mother, on the floor, lay.
All walking about her as if she were less
than a bale of hay.
They all standing there, would do nothing
at all.
I had to search for my birth certificate, to
prove I was her daughter, if I wanted her
to live at all.
Mother, gasping for breath all the while.
Like a drowning child submerged
in death's waters!
Twenty minutes later and doing nothing for
her, I demanded she be taken to hospital.
Of course, it was too late!
Death, yes, choked her in its coil!
Death by nonsensical, legalistic turmoil.
This was the most dramatic, heart
rendering,maddening and horrid moment
of my life.
My Mother, lover of children, filled with love
for life and all humanity!
Killed by needless paper work demands and legality.
Be sure, be very sure you have signed papers
as to your choices.
Elst you die too, despite the cries of your families
tears, and their unheeded voices!
Entered 12/12/2019
Chantelle Ann Cooke's Contest
Memorial of a Loved One
Apparitions of buried memories exhumed with rash eulogies
Arouse dried up tears that ever fail to cleanse the robe of guilt
Arraigning again before the partial jury of tormenting thoughts
Kaleidoscopic filial relationships hypnotize the mind to dumbness
Kamikaze images on ethereal screen longingly beckoning for a role
Kedging the ship of life’s voyage with sorrowful tugs to damnation
Intentions misjudged rivet spiteful labels reflected by wicked eyes
Impaling arrows of hate perforate the spirit to seep out its essence
Invitation to invasion by dark fiends to fetter the mind’s fragile walls
Neglected on shore as brothers and sisters sail out with patron’s hearse
Neighbors cut out their flesh of revenge measuring with unjust scales
Neutral judges acquiesce with stolid silence as the gavel of authority
Black skin refuses to be cajoled by those richly perfumed emollients
Bronzing came by nature’s quirk and glistening the sweat of its kiln
Brawn cultivated in the gymnasium of hard labor threads the body
Anodynes are moments of laughter with friends that rob sorrow of joy
Allayed fears sucked into the chasm of oblivion by a vortex of pleasure
Annoyance a rare display on a platform erected on the base of candor
Mistakes of the past hurled as fiery pebbles of insult across continents
Mark with contorting bruises turning the face into an offensive mask
Maturity date for restoration of loaned out bond suspended on a caveat
Intermittent pulses race to recesses of cranial bank to withdraw memories
Intractable dramas staged to the roars of disgust banished with entreaties
Internalized are kernels of the fruit of life eaten hurriedly in ignorance
Emeka Akpe
©dbyrne march 2014
A duo pair of poems inspired and twisted by William Blake's poems 'The Lamb' and 'The Tiger'....lol
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WONDER EYE
Who designed you wonder eye?
That stares aloft into sky,
Made it so that you can feed,
Your intellect with what you read,
I see you blinking with delight,
With this gift you have of sight,
Who designed you wonder eye?
That stares aloft into sky,
So perfect it is, in its form,
Proof creation is the norm?
Complex eye, I will tell thee,
You evolved just like the bee,
A shock I know that you be told,
Forgive me please to be so bold,
You adapted to the light,
So you could gain this great insight,
Who designed you wonder eye?
That stares aloft into sky,
No one did I’m here to say!
And no need now for you to pray!
CONSCIOUS CREATURE
Conscious creature, burning bright,
Emerging from the forest night,
In the garden you did sigh,
Cast out, you mortal sinner cry.
From what grove did you arise?
To walk and contemplate the skies,
Dragged your feet up from the mire,
Filling up your soul with fire,
With what questions did you start?
That twisted sinews of your heart?
And when with danger you did meet,
Was there a saviour there to greet?
What the horror, what the strain?
The hell created in your brain,
Where was heaven, in the past?
Nowhere really, none to grasp,
When the stars allayed your fears,
Relief, insight replaced your tears,
And you smiled for you could see,
Just like the eye, no one made thee,
Conscious creature, burning bright,
Emerging from the forest night,
In the garden where you sighed,
Now you walk with burning pride.
Thine was the glory -
When the sun rose one winter morning,
To love me, I relished myself and basked with my esteem,
I was abided by the greeting rays -
And I followed it, till my eyes seized me...
Thine was the glory -
I saw her at a glance and it seemed I lived the moment -
It seemed I lived a life.
Thine was the glory -
When the moon gleamed one winter evening,
To hug me, I enchanted myself and suspired the fondness,
I was maneuvered by the adorning rays -
And I winked it, till my arms hemmed in...
Thine was the glory -
I hugged her for once and it seemed I lived the moment -
It seemed I lived a life.
Thine was the glory -
When the spring got hold of time and allayed the daylight,
To verse me, I sensed myself and pleased the warmth,
I was sedated by the soulful met -
And I graced it, till the flushing time...
Thine was the glory -
I assured her for once and it seemd I lived the moment -
It seemed I lived a life.
Thine was the glory -
When the summer flamed up and brightened the liaison,
To bless me, I devoted myself and assured the consequence,
I was honored by the moral dignity -
And I adored it, till my endurance evinced the realisms...
Thine was the glory -
I valued her for once and it seemed I lived the moment -
It seemed I lived a life.
Thine was the glory -
When the sun doomed behind the roaring clouds,
To lust me, I drenched myself and coused along with the mizzle,
I was lipped by the wishful drops -
And I sheltered it, till my love stormed with the illusion...
Thine was the glory -
I endured the roarings and it seemed I was only living those moments -
As it only seemed I was living a life but not a realism.