Long Passion Poems
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The fresh scent of laundry mixes with sandalwood incense
a prelude as it heightens the fragrance of wax on sweet wicks
from one hundred candles that dance on a ceiling of dreams
essence made in anticipation of skin rubbing on spicy skin
Shadows augment the senses and covet passion and pleasure
treasure the moment yield eternity as they consent to craving
tenderly embrace fondling desire and binding together of souls
experience memories and anticipation bring play to the fore
Rose gold of wedding bands click the rhythm of heart beats
rhyme the crescendo tie tides of promise and orgasmic glow
pheromones moan at the cusp of delight exude naked perfume
the best aroma ever is the radiant release when we make love
15th March 2021
Wild hearts, dancing in color
Focused only on the music, the hues
Vibrant and without purpose, brilliant
As the whimsical dreams, laughter
Flooding the darkness of a night
Amused by the madness, like mania
Furious and fanciful, erasing
Gentle hopes, dreams who embrace
The silence, the stirring of joy
Complete truth anchored in the wonder
Fleeting tears, sliding slowly
Over a soft cheek, reminding the
Spirit to imagine, to believe
To fall deeper into the love that
Abides inside the soul who knows
Barrenness will fade away
Leaving purity that embraces
In breathless promises, passionate
Adoration, praising the moments when
There was a reason to remember
Fitting her – this wild, willful spirit –
into the even, steady – consistent
would be like fitting a round ball
into a square cut too small, too perfectly
too flawless, indeed, for the time
when she could reach beyond her hunger
and discover the meaning of calm,
the sense of relaxed, still, quiet…
like the silence that embraces spirits
who don’t feel the desire for this thrill,
this wildness that lingers in hearts
who know only the storm who hides
behind soft, gentle clouds –
Like a angel, she smiles.. remembering
Only the appetite she has for strong,
Enthusiastic – fervent feelings…
Who remember her as the wind
That tore away the night
Rousing the kindness of the sunlight
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December 15, 2022
SELLING A BOOK OF POEM
This is a fine book of flowing poems
Of a poet who is like you and me
In his crimson heart lively passion stems
You need to turn the tender pages to see.
When alone read loud poems of this book
You’ll hear the music of your emotion
As made by dancing water in a brook
You’ll drown your agony in elation.
Sunrise image will color your bland sky
In gloomy days you’ll see the future gleam
To the horizon like a bird you’ll fly
In quiet bliss of the poems you’ll swim.
If at times life’s drudgery drags you down
Poems will uplift, this book you must own.
March 4, 2018.
Her beauty terrifies me—
She's a girl I couldn't imagine, a girl I couldn't see.
Her soul is eternal, where the elders still gather,
Like a breeze that never rests, circulating and touching
Every corner of the earth, eternally nurturing,
Carrying out the mystery of existence.
She is admired by many, but few understand
Her majestic balance of self and others,
Gently guided by her inner voice, her nature's wisdom.
She may never know my passion for her,
I'm just a servant in her journey, a tiny pixel
In the vast picture of her life, hoping for a passing thought,
If I'm lucky.
She's the most beautiful woman I've ever met.
Her distant and faint memory is enough to calm
A restless mind. Her grace is like that of an angel,
Her face reminiscent of ancient beauty, her desires pure.
A life lesson concluded
When parting ways with you.
We walked in the winter wilderness
across the stillness of desolate wasteland,
reached the sunshine stretch of passion plateau
under the warm cerulean sky of fervor,
and discerned the alluring charm of pet longing.
That’s where we discovered the niche of love,
unveiled from the swathe of dual anonymity.
We followed the tantalizing silver track,
designed by the motif of mesmeric moonshine,
until the dreamy dawn blossomed
in the sunburst chromatic horizon,
gilding with golden rays the meadows of our hearts.
That’s when we found the flowers of love
surround us with crimson splendor sublime.
We sat together beside the garden path,
felt the ardent adoration for each other unexpressed,
creating timeless symphony of tamed yearning
that echoed as the fervent music in our hearts,
the melody resonating with the rhythm of emotion.
That’s when we felt the sense of transgenic love
endure in the eternity with surreal sanguinity.
Like an ebullient stream we cascaded entranced
in the lavender landscape of the beguiled time,
nestled our discrete dreams in the niche of proximity,
sheltered them in the quietude of animated liveliness
to laze with abandonment in the garden of bliss.
That’s when we perceived the spirit of loyal love
permeate quietly our hearts with steadfast sanctity.
Beauty and the eyes
are shared beholders --
As to flower is her
natural response to rain
and sunlight, so the bud
spreads even wider
at the christening of our
admiration –
it is like
the peacock dancing for
his mate, sashaying his blooms –
the male widow
performing for his widower,
sensing in such rapture a gateway
to even higher immortality
We live and die for our gifts
rising from the pangful ashes
of death for far greater glory....
The rose burns her brilliance
our passions responding
to such sacrifice with as bright
an eyeful fire – one lives
aflame when living, trusting
in the graceful salve of divine
perennial –
johnny was the life of the party
when he used to go
a great sense of humor
but back then he didn't know
the shy fellow
who was mostly quiet
very,very rarely did he diet
he learned compassion
at a very young age
sometimes he thinks
at that moment he was saved
johnny today is a very different man
he's past all his test
and knows how to make a stand
he is what God created
and now he knows
all the pieces that fit together
that God did mold
notice the poetry that he does so well
when he is singing his voice you can tell
there is a passion that haunts his words
the pain in life as life occurred
romance to johnny is the center of the world
his favorite past time is being with a girl
and turning them on is his favorite thing
i know my poetry make their hearts sing
ask him where it comes from
the really good stuff? the truth is
i just write and it just comes up
sometimes my extra intelligence
may just play a part
but when my God he made me
He made me with an art
so here i am, much like you
battered and scorned but not through
and if there is a message that
God want's me to give you
it is, live and let live
and allways be true
Form:
The splendor of the morning awakens in my dreams with shapes of glory drizzling in the stream and the clouds moving slowly in the sky with melodies of hope and the passion breathing beneath the sunlit glaze from my window.
I felt a jolt of energy rushing through my vein as I watched the eagles spread their giant wings riding with the wind. It cuts through the brazen clouds covering distance at an unmatched speed cursing at an altitude beyond the mountain peak. It soars over the Pacific Ocean maneuvering the skies with a rhythm in its feet and ambition flying over the deep.
It’s the weekend again and I am still on a journey; daylight has broken in my face and I must complete this race, the challenge is high but I will ride with the eagle to the sky and I will beat you right left and center until you surrender, I will lift the banner and the crown and cross the finishing line to get what is legitimately mine.
The ducks are quacking, the dogs are barking and the hens are running around the coop. The goal post is shaking; the donkeys are braying and the balls are going around in loops. Look to the left and look to the right and make three steps five meters to the side and you will find an opening to get the ball on the other side. I can feel the morning bathing in the sun.
It is one of those days when your spirit is in tune and you feel so relaxed with the current vibration .An energy has departed from the scene and a harmonious energy is ushering my dream, the corridor is holding up the wall and it is within striking distance before it falls, the people are working courageously on it to brace back in a steady position, the match is already on the way so get your bags and come without delay.
Remember LENORE , when we shared POETRY time
Each of us would finish the other one’s Love RHYME.
Spending all day Writing; WRITING a LOVE POEM.
Hand it to the other so they can drive the point HOME.
Together WE wrote about LIFE , LOVE, Death, Hate.
Together WE wrote many POEMS : POEMS were GREAT.
Remember LENORE , Our LOVE was OUR FORTE.
To know that I could finish anything YOU say :
Knowing full well, IT could go the other Way.
Remember LENORE , OUR LOVE was GODLY BLISS.
Starting from the time YOU gave Me my first KISS.
“ MISS “ Adams , through banns of marriage : no more “MISS “
Now YOUR gone and I just REMINISCE.
Dedicated to LENORE ADAMS JOHNSON FOR EVER and ALWAYS
Religions,
and other strange passions
exotic
and erotic
and hypnotic,
are at their healthiest natural
and safe wealthiest spiritual
best
Reconnecting compassion
between yesterday's remembered
conservational enlightenment
and tomorrow's anticipated
liberating empowerment
restoring EarthPeace healthy wealth.
A peak spiritually experienced Warrior
dances.
A peak nature experiencing Muse
sings
of sensexual joy
in colorful
and fragrant play
thrival
Conserving cautionary work
for anthroprivileged survival
with birds
and frogs
and insects
and other mammals
giving peaceful voice
to health resonant choice
regathering mind/body rejoice.
A peak nature spirited Sage
sings while dancing
and thinking about reconnecting
All these thoughtful feelings
with healthy timeless resonance
and pathological
closed down dissonance
And wisdom
to resiliently search
for inside cooperatively
co-invested outside
Nature's sacred compassions
at their healthiest
and best sacred Muse wealthiest
reconnecting Warriors
Dancing
between yesterday's inhaled enlightenment
exhaling tomorrow's singing
dancing
healing
restoring Earth's organic
orgasmic empowerment.