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My pants wet from the rain
The rain that falls freely around
Around the two of us a night
This night that has kidnapped us both
Both streaming with water
Water cleansing our souls
The souls that were lost to the wind
The wind caresses our faces
Our faces are bathed in love
Love radiates from our drenched bodies
Both bodies crash into each other
Other thoughts enter our minds
Minds that are so fragile with fear
Fears of what may come with the new day
A day that’s completely apart from those passed
Passed by without a thought from neither
Neither you nor I
But I don’t care at the moment
This moment is just for me and you
You grab my hand and splash in the rain
The rain that you and I laugh into
Form:
Around the corner and half a block away, the flavor would grab me, tie me up to some irresistible force, then drag my nose to the source of its home. The aroma that wafted in the air and up my whiffer was sweet and warm - rich with orchards of deliciousness and cascading with the buttery peachy-ness of what was to come. It knocked all other thoughts out of my realm and led me down a path of complete submission - surrendering like the energy of cold water on a hot skillet. With each step bringing me closer, my musing would swirl with the anticipation of that first ultra-luscious, gratifying juicy bite - the one that ever so longingly and lovingly would delightfully roll around on every palate of my watering mouth and lingering tongue only to succumb to gulping down the first chunk.
From the flour and water and salt
Her timeworn hands kneaded magic
A mystical mixture of love and fruit to concoct-
A pinch of this and that, nothing formally systematic.
This masterpiece was an untold legend that "rocked"
The socks off anyone and even rival the "Titanic"!
Her ritual was simple and deep rooted
As uncomplicated as a baby's grin.
"Easy as Pie" she mooted
And laughed while she hummed all the while.
Layering the rich sheets of goodness in a pan
From pie dough to peaches to butter and sugar
There was nothing in this world so simple or better than
My Aunt Grace's Peach Cobbler!
sometimes when you come
and i'm hardly aware of your presence
a warmth that spreads
envelopes me
a well being
in my heart
tranquility transcending
little by little
gentle caresses
bring an awakening
and i know
it's you
i succumb
to your ministrations
feeling the changes
you bring
quiet till you've had you fill
i lie still
feeling your movement inside
content in the knowledge
i will bear fruit
other times you shake me
a forceful wind
you bend and move me and sway
how you play me
want to slay me
i'm helpless in your grip
you rampage and rage
manifesting your power
you make sure i'm aware
you're here
there
your everywhere
you claim as i quiver
all other thoughts cease
as i wait for release
when your done fulfilling your need
and i am left alone
alone to reel, to relive, to reveal
however you come,
inspiration
you leave me...undone
naked
in heightened state of awareness
that only is subdued
when i've fully released
all that's left of you
my life peaks and thrills
with your every visit
be it frenzied or calm
at dusk or at dawn
whenever u come
i live
i live
Eileen Manassian
be careful what you say
and who you say it to
because the power of the tongue
is serious business.
Understand this,
when your thoughts are verbalized,
here's what happens.
Whether consciously or unconsciously,
your words are captured
in another person's mind,
and sometimes,
your thoughts become
their thoughts.
Now when those thoughts
are spoken elsewhere,
somewhere down the line,
they're transferred
to another person's mind,
Intermingled with other thoughts
that person heard
at some point in time,
so on and so forth.
In other words,
sometimes,
it all starts with you
So be careful
not to be talking loud and saying
nothing,
because somebody's listening
to what you say.
So think before you speak
and be careful what you say,
and who you say it to.
I try to be a gentleman – be courteous and show respect
I try to treat all women equally and not like a sex object
I try looking in your eyes direct and not rove to other parts
I try loving you for your splendid mind, your soul and your heart
But I cannot stop my libido from having other thoughts
I cannot stop my morality from forgetting what it was taught
I cannot stop my fantasies from imagining another act
I just find you woman so desirable – I apologize for that fact
So be careful with that smile you share, or the touching of my arm
You may not see the fire burn inside, smell the smoke or hear an alarm
You may not know how a little spark can, to me, be so amazing
And like a pile of dried kindling, cause my desires to start ablazing
In the midst of vacant hours, echoes of expressions on opposite ends
are something of the same. Ruminating on questions; questions about
thy and questions about thou intertwined
with the then and the now. Thoughts
prelude to other thoughts of
thoughts emerging to
many thoughts.
Consulting and
considering
the death
and birth
of us; is thy
disinclined
to shed the
events upon the
ground transformed
from a dream out of a
dream to this dream only of us?
A coherent argument it is, that the
memories back on yesterday brought us
here today...But, when thy and thou bodies
meet and descend upon each accreting to the singular; occupancy
quickly overcomes vacancy leading the thoughts of many thoughts effaced.
(Sigh)...Thy and Thou love bolsters all the more today than back on yesterday.
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
12-11-2012
The exit ramp looms large just up ahead,
though still an unknown distance ‘round the bend,
a terminus of sorts.
Perhaps a point from which to send
us out of time constraints, into the now,
the means by which remain unknown, just how
exactly, this all ends.
To fret, a waste, ’tis said, so I shall trust instead.
And yet, this ideation blooms within
my mind, a frequent fascination that
with other thoughts, comports.
If only now, is there no then,
and sequencing of time, thus obsolete,
as all arrive en mass, surprised to meet?
The world I know is flat;
my finitude stretched thin, constrained to trust again.
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Another fun one, a Mistress Bradstreet stanza: 10a-10b-6c-8b-10d-10d-6b-12a
This one comes from a notion from reading Matthew 25, in the Last Judgment. All would have died at different times, but on that day, all were surprised, hence the idea of different departures, all arriving at now.
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 22 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 10/13/22
The enticing smell called him ever onwards
tracking her scent, now knowing he was close.
She smelt oh so tempting as he drew nearer
all other thoughts now gone from his mind.
The desire to mate filled his very soul
tentatively he approached. Capricious she
slipped away then uttered a soft growl
encouraging him to again approach her.
For a while she teased him with her rolling
body, then turning on him as he tried to mate.
With frustration he persisted until at long last
she was ready. Joyously he joined with her.
When they parted she slashed him with her claws
then rolled again releasing new odours of her heat.
Again and again they joined up to 45 times a day,
for the next five days they repeatedly mated.
Then they both went their separate ways maybe
to never meet again as he was now just past
his prime. He might not still be primary male
his bloodline safely inside her, he was content.
Love indeed is a many splendoured thing
to know this you've got to believe
so you're heart has real tingle inside
makes your lover always want to cleave
Look at these two lovers holding hands
they have no other thoughts in their mind
their eyes are only set on each other
having no sight in view being blind
He picks a flower from nearby bushes
for she to him is his fragrent flower
Her scent enraptures him forever full
every day passes as if like an hour
She smells it held in her hand
takes her to her heavenly dreamland
thinking only sweet thoughts of love
fills her mind with music from her band
They then go back to hotel room
holding each other tight not letting go
lips softly touch passions aroused
legs entangled as feelings all in flow
Their bodies in tune with each other
nothing held back practically in rhyme
fervent their desires forever aglow
believing in love all of the time
Oh, it is a bizarre little neighborhood -
my head – peopled by thoughts
that congregate in cryptic ghettos,
Wary of the other thoughts
that reside in other ghettos
they walk the synapses of cynicism
Secure in the knowledge
that all the other thoughts
are just a little bit off,
slightly to seriously misinformed,
deluded by the mainstream cerebellum
into supporting the physical mess.
Two blocks down and one block over
reside the synapses of happiness,
peopled by thoughts of happiness,
they have totally lost touch with reality
although it is fun to hang out with them
just to confuse those who reside
in the synapses of unhappiness.
They wonder “how can the cynic be happy?”
Just West of the block of wonderment
reside the thoughts of “God” or “Goddess”
like some “God” is going to be trapped
within a specified sexual context.
On the other side of the “tracks”
reside the thoughts of anger and loneliness,
they are angry and lonely because
they refuse to cross the tracks
and consider another alternative.
Every intersection of the synapse highway
has a set of high speed traffic lights
to control the flow of the thoughts
and keep my head from exploding.
I have wandered these synaptic ghettos since birth
and feel quite confident engaging them all
I would invite you in but they are poor hosts.
12/12/2016
submitted to – In Your Head – Poetry Contest