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Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place - (Silent Love)
My love and I are from another world
We came from a cave or well
Well within ourselves so deep
That poured purity of being within, creating skin
We now can touch each other in the fever
This all took time of course
It formed thousands of miles beneath the earth
With molten red desire moving over passion
Over mountains rolling to create our souls
Forming love itself
At God’s command, from simple elements, He gave us hands
To hold and love each other
To bond with nature in the secret sacred garden
No other world or living thing distracts us
The hidden love so silent on the soundless kiss
It could not be missed by anyone but us
The fabric of life is there still measured
Clinging to each other
Glowing in the dark
In that ancient place
10/21/14 Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place – Poetry Contest
Unwritten Absence Poetry Contest.
Stranger
Maybe, the unwritten absence in my poetry
is the stranger in me you do not see
The fear I feel, yet people call me courageous
The dreams I made and haven't met, outrageous
The hidden love, waiting to be expressed
To someone who doesn't know, at best
That sunset, I forgot to stop and see
The message I missed, as the river passed by me
The loneliness from this absence, as I roam
thinking it is due to my empty home
The longing restlessness of being caged
Screaming for freedom from war that's waged
Time to turn unwritten secrets into striking words
Then, fly away silently with the birds
To make a new lively presence known,
To know that on paper the truth is shown
Heidi Sands
9/20/23
Placed 2nd
As gaze of sunflower to blazing dazzling Sun
My love being devoid of demand and passion
flowing towards you on silent adoration.
My hidden love : soft -shy, not expecting much, more.
Whether you love me , couldn't guess or assess, not sure.
Nectar secretion of clams formed pearl of dolor.
Couldn't unfold petals of my budding emotion.
Sinking in dismal without expectation
Slowly giving up hope for reciprocation.
Dormant desires pierced my heart shaking senses.
A kiss in the dark reached me in Seven Heavens .
Gained clear distinct vision through amorous lens.
Maybe there was love shown
the cooking and the cleaning
it’s difficult to have known
with all of the demeaning
When you can’t tell the difference
between a trophy and detention
awards that lack significance
received the same reception
I always felt a counterweight
would appear with my success
a strange way to demonstrate
encouragement to try my best
Then there’s siding against
occurring automatically
Why not take my side?
not add problematically
Insisting on cleaning my room
when the doctor told me rest
make it last all afternoon
It’s shocking, causing stress
Then there is the privacy
why has my post been opened?
Do that but do not speak to me?
Like trust communication’s broken
Someone needs too encourage
“You can do it!” Or “good luck”
Not install the fear of god
the anxiety to self destruct
I guess that the love on show
was the cooking and the cleaning
It must be the way you know
thanks for that as it was my needing
I think you tend to look outside
rather than too your family
I guess you did that all your life
a habit to not standby me
If I’m not shown love at home
then where else would I find it?
Why raise me as you have known,
when you know you didn’t like it.
You can’t even talk to me,
there is no form of trust
foundations that extraordinary
are a metal bound to rust
You identify the opposite
of what most mothers do,
it causes inner conflict,
the love is out of view
the past is only relevant
because you've never changed
this makes it appear evident
you get a kick out of the strain
For why have I fallen into the depths of your arms
Given you my life, my respiration, my blood
Only to search for your hidden love
I’ve been flirting with death for way to long
And now it’s time to go on home
Yes my friend, it’s time to journey on home
So let’s dream
Let’s get away from this strict sense of reality
Live life in the past time
Follow me
Let’s dream
Let’s get away from reality
Fade away with the past for one last time
Where might you place this new born soul
With life, with time, I have given old
From the bliss of her lips to yours and mine
Memories of how you chose her
And time leaks faster as death seeks closer
So let’s dream
Let’s get away from this strict sense of reality
Live life in the past time
Follow me
Let’s dream
Let’s get away from reality
Fade away with the past for one last time
She got it for a birthday surprise but her emotion came alive and she tossed it in the middle of the sea and it drifts in a temperature above minus fifteen degrees. The silent waves move it around and its sits there in the middle of the throne, absorbing the raw scent of fish and salt air from the atmosphere.
She leaned against the boat as it pushes through the body of water and journey on the other side and I watched her mused with selfless pride, I couldn’t tell what she was thinking but on a day like this, she would have hoped for something to tease her mind and bring her inner world alive.
And so she kept staring at the distance as if he had a date but what could be in the middle of the sea to appease her fancy, the fish and the sharks have a home but she continue to roam up and down the bewildering sea and the wind kept the boat intact.
Give me some time to search the contours of your soul, give me some time to listen to your heart murmur and I will tell you from whence the courage came and be certain that your hidden love will not end in vain. The sparks of light will visit you and your dream will come alive once more and paradise will meet with you when the boat anchors on the shore.
The scents from the sweet smelling rose is flowing with the wind and the passion for life rise up in the middle of the sea and I saw something crawling upon the side of the boat looking for a place to go, a seal with broken fin and bleeding wound pushes it body against the boat but the wave washed it out back in the sea and engine rolls on
Come and rest your head upon my chest and listen to my hearts bouncing to the rhythm in my breast and our heart will sing a wonderful tune and the glory of life will surround you.
Oh sweet rose in the sea come and keep my company, scatter the petals from the branch on the shore and fill the place with fragrance from the horizon and saturate it with the bliss and seal it with a kiss.
I will finally learn the truth of your trouble youth, the agony will disappear and a sweet aroma of love will appear and wipe out all the fear and the memory of yesterday will elevate you to the next level.
Oh sweet rose of the sea, let me whisper a prayer for thee.
Deep within my heart a hollow resides,
A hidden love, concealed from prying eyes,
Its flames, like embers, burn softly and glow,
With no hope of flaring up from the faux.
Only in secret, do furtive eyes meet,
Forbidden yearnings, longingly discreet,
These stolen moments, are all we can keep,
So shallow, when we yearn for love so deep.
Each furtive touch, a tremor in the dark,
Each kiss hesitant a flick fleeting spark,
Each murmured whisper a tell barely heard,
Each eye to eye stare, shortened and blurred.
This love blighted gets unrequited stalled
For love secret, is never love recalled?
For love secret is never love recalled?
We built a secret garden, safely stone-walled,
To hide our love away, but it did not work.
For straying innuendo and eyes did smirk,
Suspiciously following our sneaks away,
With no let-up in surveillance every day.
From jealous stares, glares, winks and snooping eyes
That traced every move, with evidence their prize.
So we must keep meeting in a secret place,
With no walls, never a completely safe space.
Never in the same space or place, repeated,
To ensure our enemies are defeated.
We must also meet less often to allay.
Our secret love must fade, but never away.
Our secret love must fade, but never away.
Living on in spirit, forever and a day.
We will cherish the hidden wink when eyes meet.
The faintest furtive touches when we greet
The smell of body aromas in passing.
The softness of familiar voices laughing.
The wait-a-while lingering on your smile,
Feigning unfamiliarity to beguile.
Our secret, our love in secret must live on.
Like the paint on canvases fades upon
The staring glare of light shining year on year.
But our love's spirit will forever endear.
For the spark, flare and glint of love's affair.
Like bottled wine matures and ages to better fare.
TOMORROW ONWARD
Thirsty Desire welcoming my tomorrow.
Saw your eyes to glisten in dreamy dew.
Eager to listen three words ‘I love you.’
I’m sure to bid by dismal and sorrow.
I am to offer my hidden love, Sweet Heart
Don’t disregard but heartily honor
my earnest yearnings, intense fervor.
I’m sure, you won’t refuse, you won’t hurt.
Charm of life arriving after long await.
Tomorrow onward soft amorous glow
Bubbling blood in flood on passionate flow.
Bewildered, whelmed how to greet and respect!
Seven heavens stepping down at my door.
Eternal time not to pass but to pause.
Unique emotive urge on big applause.
Oncoming conjugal life to explore.
Tomorrow onward my life to glare, glitter
with my better-half to make world better.
‘You are mine’, ‘I’m yours’: Only to utter.
Unison of two souls of Miss and Mister.
Tomorrow onward ‘Sweet Home’ is our shelter.
All the troubles, our joint venture will filter.
11/18/18
'Tomorrow' Contest by Edward Ibeh
No one can understand you, because you're not your typical run of the mill
it's all due to your philosophy, a mind that thinks but a tongue that sits still
years quickly pass you by, finding yourself alone and in a world of your own
as you learn the value of pen and paper, finding refuge in a place unknown
Like being trapped in a bubble, peering out upon the world as a screen
watching everyone going about their business, while you remain unseen
transfixed on your reality you close your eyes, wishing it were but a dream
unable to fathom the depths of emotions, waiting to take you to the extreme
The reality of who you are can no longer be ignored, facing each day from anew
accepting the fact that you have no control, from others, forced to take your cue
this world is all about rising above, as it starts at the very moment of conception
it follows us throughout life, as we learn the rules, mastering the art of deception
The external images you portray, a needed smokescreen, to maintain the perception
your moves are well planned, the primary focus of your attention, without exception
failing to have considered the matter, you realize you haven't made the connection
your insecurities have misdirected your behavior, demanding the world's affection
There's no denying this fact; life is nothing more than a continuous act of deception
while the true level of your mastery of it, your ability to advance without aggression
at the end of the journey, despite what we went through, it might come as a surprise
realizing that happiness was always there, only hidden from us by our own disguise
Why continue living the life of lies, playing the games people play, there is yet hope
break the bonds of self-deception, because this vanity has really become your dope
be who you really are, a genuine beauty to behold, and in you will someone admire
your hidden love now freed, surrendered to someone true, to build that endless fire
Hidden Love
In the depths of my heart, a star hides,
The woman who crosses me, a whisper of thoughts in secrecy,
Though in silence, my soul belongs to her,
She feels my love, like a ray of sunshine at dawn.
In the night, my dreams weave silken desires,
Traveling in her world, on the wings of the wind,
I watch her from afar, a lullaby of love, softly,
Knowing that her heart discerns the song of my soul.
On paths of the full moon, in the silvery light of love,
We meet in a dream, in a mysterious and secret waltz,
Where time stops, letting us drink in each other's gazes,
Silence telling its story, and my heart blooming.
Though we both hide, a play of shadows and lights,
The woman I secretly love feels the tremor of my longing,
And in her soul, like an echo, resounds the vast love,
That binds us in eternity, the silence weaving its crown.
Hope watches over my days, for I know in secrecy,
She carries in her heart a fragment of my love,
And in this dream world, I head towards the horizon,
With a lifted soul, where love awaits to enthrall us.