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Small of stature, big of heart
born RIPE, full of meaning, mystery,
his twinkling eyes beguile, yet, continually seek…
Often looking down, ear cocked to garner as much as possible
mindful, this man shining in a majesty of kindness…
Gray of hair now, weak of eye,
yet, a power to be reckoned with, should his flock need.
Shaker of hands with shaking hands, palsy does not impede
luminous is the rheum of his elderly eyes.
Mischievous, his banter charms, cajoling the recalcitrant.
This baby cuddling father, this patron of the universal one.
May this life keep him long for the after life has no need, we do…
He stretches his wondering heart toward Wordsworth,
wandering toward Walden
savoring.
*Dedicated to my minister Frank
an Iridescent Man
Frustrated by my
Inability to cope
Got me second
Guessing
Don't know where
To get my inspiration from
It could be better
Don't know what to do
To make it right
Tweek the beganning
Change the middle
The end never turns
Out right
Get myself believing
Product of my game
Less on stressing
A little relaxing
This time maybe
Things will change
Don't have me coming over
When you know i have
Things to do
Want more than cuddling
Wanna have my way will
You
You ooh baby
Don't say we're through
Be my inspiration
Don't skip the preperation
Be true to what you do
Do your thing
Than I'll do mine
Inspire me to different heights
Baby blow my mind
Glad you called
Had a ball
Do itagain the next time
Word after word
Baby never mentioned love
Again I be second guessing
What am i thinking of
A man like me
With a woman like you
I am probably beinga fool
Don't need no lessons
Better figure out my next move
Get it right
This something of concern
Don't mention about
I am lacking concern
Wish not to be taken for
Granite you the same
sentiment
Me and you
What we gone do
Be real stop acting so stern
there is life
not so alone
beside the hand of roses
alongside the soft body of sea
on the crystal pebbles
there is the life
not so alone
beside the hand of heart
near the breath of hug
by the river's rhythm
in the time of sun setting down
there is life
not so alone
beside the sleeping on arm
silently going ahead
drawing footstep
on the soft chest of beach
there is life
not so alone
cause of your presence
with the coming back birds chirping
there is life
not so alone
beside the tears of cuddling
for the eyes of love
in the moonlit night
to make the honey from hive
there is life
not so alone
cause our love is our sacrificial kind!
-December 03, 2019 Chattogram
Look around with an open mind
Love's everywhere you go
Two lovers walking hand in hand
Cuddling in the picture show
Always and ever been a fact of life
Keeps earth a-spinning around
Without it, we'd all just fade away
Spirits would be heaven bound
Here's three cheers, may it last forever
To help us all through the strife
A common thread that binds us tight
The main ingredient in life
In a hundred years or so from now
The answer will still be love
Been a real optimist all my life
Putting love all else above
Look around with an open mind
Love's everywhere you go
© Jack Ellison 2013
For Timothy Lee, the best of me
You are the curve starting my smile,
the infectiousness in my laughter,
the glint in my fulfilled eyes and
the wonder that turns me little girl-shy.
You gather my womanly answer prior
to mastering its exquisite shatter.
Your voice is my ears favorite gift,
able to lift my steps to walk full depth.
Just as I crave cuddling your insight,
I love to linger in all that you perplex.
You are my match, my complete,
my excitement and my wonderful ease.
All of my days and each of my nights
feel the assist of both sun and moon,
but they underwhelm compared to you
who kiss them just as I wish them.
Now there are words in your blue eyes
that I cannot read or describe.
I am desperate to be freed;
guaranteed that I am still your need.
Should you take your love from me, you would leave behind
a dark empty. Nothing in the world would make sense –all would
lose context and content. I would be an empty shell lost in
bogs of hell with no relief to press against. I would not emerge
with a defense or disperse a functioning pretense. My heart would
naught but beat hurting blood where ache is caught and fear
pumps greed for relief that my heart’s death be complete.
Easter is upon us
My darling said to me
She keeps quizzing me for chocolate
I said just wait and see
I wonder what he got me
Maybe chocolate and some flowers
I'll be putty in his hands
Surrendering, as he devours
I need to do some shopping
For chocolates, champagne and roses
The latter will grace my darling
On our bed in delightful poses
I shall get myself prepared
For an Easter evening of romance
A shower and some fragrance
With a kissing cuddling dance
I hear the water running
As i step through the door
Rose petals on our bed
Also carpeting our floor
I feel my loves hands on me
As he joins me in the shower
Caressing as we wash
His manliness empowers
We dry each other down
To our bedroom we kiss and touch
Our bed a carpet of roses
We lie down in tender clutch
His hands in loving wander
My zones excite and please
Rose petals float down upon me
With chocolate, he's on his knees
I lean down and kiss my love
Her body chocolate blessed
Knowing of my sweetness
And my inner hungered zest
I guide my love to kiss me
And tell him to close his eyes
I take him on a chocolate journey
Where he finds, he'll be surprised
Our chocolate adventures over
To the shower we go again
When we head back to our bedroom
We start again with chilled champagne
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How fondly he recalls when doting moon stared
Blush of her radiant smile gleamed opaline skies
While cuddling stellar vibes love they declared
And embracing her allure he venerated his prize.
In womb of romantic night passions-grand aired
Exchanging fervent vows, longing dawn of sunrise,
When revealing prurience every intention bared
In rhapsodic titillation euphoric feelings surmise.
Alas! soon emotions hid—dispiritedly impaired
When blissful times saddened hearing her cries
As souls, deceptively beguiled, no longer cared,
Silence between them grew stoking sullen guise,
For rise of whimsical day, woefully unprepared,
Shadowed glamorous arc, deeming fate unwise,
And upon sanguine horizons stygian storms flared
As the pledges of forever, destiny chose to revise.
She pleaded to forget the love they once shared,
Its flame was extinguished by whim of disguise;
Dreams they dreamt could no longer be repaired
Once the spark of aspirations abandoned her eyes.
Suppressions of emotions left them bereft, unpaired,
As lovelorn inhibitions roared, to spell their demise
Exiting prized fervor, forsaking dreams unrepaired,
Trapping unrequited love-vibes where passion dies.
May 10, 2022
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Internal Inhibition
Nature,
thou art so great.
The sun still shines so bright.
All alone I walk with the wind.
Trees line up on my way in robes of green.
From branches, birds trill joyous songs.
Breeze giggles among leaves.
I love you dear,
Nature.
The light,
will soon fade out.
Upon reaching back home,
the day would have bade its goodbye.
Alone I have to brood in deep silence.
It's depressing to be alone.
Most houses are lighted.
Sadly look on,
the light
I crave-
Crave for a time,
when a caring hand would,
hold me snug in love, on homebound,
cuddling me tight to warm my lonely bed.
The night is so dreadfully chill.
Birds are huddled in nests.
For company,
I crave.
July. 25. 2022
Submitted for Brian Strand Choice Poetry Contest
Thanks I would say for the chance to create,
Dreams to elate, and fantasies to stargaze;
Recalling fondly the fun themes of contests
Which frequently I set free on butterfly wings
In gardens of spring on scented ruby winds
Endearing sunrise in dawn’s golden appeal
Having kissed doting night’s blushed reveries.
To verses of ballad I would offer my thanks
For blossoming words in passions of romance
Choreographing dance of nocturnal moths
As love floated freely amid millions of stars
Warbling in rhythms of nightingale’s songs
Cuddling “sensuality” through “poetry and me”
Humming to the tune of “I dreamed a dream”
Saying sincerely: grateful for the memories.
Shedding “one last tear” for “one that got away”
“Poems that paint a picture” I would elevate
Refusing to entertain, “if there was no poetry”;
Contest or not, I must continue my odyssey,
So much yet to see, so much yet to gleam--
Traversing life’s glee, sailing deep blue seas
Climbing high mountains, exploring green valleys
Seeking words that cogitate depth of artistry.
Nostalgic for poetry, life would miss a beat
Echoing a violin strumming dissonance of lyrics--
A disharmonious chorus longing for harmony;
So, neither a new frontier, nor “the last goodbye”
My humble aspirations shall continue to vie
For one more verse of joy, one timeless lullaby.
July 19, 2020
Placed 1st: If this was my last poetry contest poem
Sponsor: Silent One
Prior contest names are in quotation marks
May I taste the unbreakable bond to the perfect union of
Uni and quail eggs.Two true dancers
Stir vigorously
Agitate rice while it absorbs fish stock
May I never acknowledge obstacles to the perfect union of
Uni and sake.Two adventurers
Interlock freely
Fine-tuning Español while rice grains formulating starches
Inevitable extrovert – against all odds
Be Still:
Clouds cuddling while interexchange liveliness
Simply being still ~
Sounds of silence penetrates through skin into core existence.
Fusing breathes onto
Singularity – infinite dense core – falling and falling in, falling high,
Floating and floating deep, floating beyond general theory of relativity
Insanely radiant in seventh heaven melting into ashes,
Carbon.
Grilling in underpants under the moonlight, starlight, flashlight.
Choose this Mentally Sensitive trail by act of will.
Touch the natural color of faith
Or fear
Trust unknown territory of inner compass to Fill a void
Yes, you may ride the accelerator to the perfect union of
Professor and entrepreneur.
What’s more:
Maybe quail eggs lead to turkey sandwiches and squash blossom.