Long Sensation Poems
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Salty air has always been an aphrodisiac for me.
I’ve walked along your succulent shores
for as many days as I could count—waiting for you.
Finally,
You came.
The setting sun casted a tangerine glow across your body.
I sat close beside you
and let your waves wash over my breasts.
Each one brought with it the sensation of your touch,
caressing my secret places.
I trembled as you released me
and retreated; taking with you
any morsel of passion that might have possibly
remained for another.
Empty,
I stood up, took off my skirt
and wrung it angrily, as if to dismiss you;
as if to abort your having been inside of me.
The setting sun casted a tangerine glow across your body.
I walked along your succulent shores
and pretended that that day never happened.
I couldn't keep enough love to save my life.
With all the thoughts that surround one person.
Every time I saw her I had this sensation to give as much as I could.
And when I felt this urge I'd give a piece of my heart.
And put it in a place that I knew in my heart would be protected and reinvested each time I thought
of her.
She didn't seem to mind the lint, checking my pockets at all costs.
Sealing my heart in an large envelope in deposit.
I gave, Until one day I was mugged.
I was taken for everything including my heart.
With just one piece, I exclaimed that you could have everything else.
Just not this, it's already promised.
It's the only thing of value.
I was robbed of everything.
When I made it to her house I told her everything that happened.
And with a look of concern she asked about the last piece of my heart.
I exclaimed yes sadly that too.
She just looked and held me close.
Giving me her heart
There is a wonderful sensation parents feel…
it is quite beyond compare.
at first it may seem solitary…
but…
it’s shared by parents everywhere.
It matters not what nationality,
what religion,
what color…
this is a universal feeling…
one all parents find as captivating…
as enchanting…
as appealing.
Their children have all gone to bed…
they’ve long since quit counting sheep
when parents peek inside their bedrooms…
to stop and watch them sleep.
And in those quiet moments
as light seeps in from the hall
all parents wonder how they can feel so much love…
for someone so innocent and small.
They smile at the stillness…
it’s a time when all activity has ceased…
their children are safe, secure and happy…
their life is calm…
their world at peace.
It’s a moment parents all across the world
hold in high esteem…
A moment shared by everyone
as they watch their children dream
For in that moment
before they turn and bid the day adieu
parents realize how lucky they are…
that their dreams are coming true.
Quietly and lovingly they close the door…
knowing this memory is one they’ll keep
until tomorrow night when they return…
to watch their children sleep.
I wonder would we still have wars….
would hatred for each other run as deep
If instead of fighting
we just compared notes
on how our children sleep?
In realms unseen, where thoughts entwine,
Resides a world, unique and kind.
A spectrum vast, where colors gleam,
Autism's tapestry, a vibrant theme.
In minds untamed, a symphony plays,
A different rhythm, a wondrous maze.
Perception's prism, kaleidoscope bright,
Autistic souls embrace the light.
With heightened senses, they explore,
A sensory symphony they adore.
Whispers loud, textures sing,
Each sensation, a vibrant thing.
They see the world through intricate eyes,
Where patterns dance, and beauty lies.
Connections formed in intricate ways,
The puzzle pieces their minds embrace.
For logic reigns in every thought,
Precision sought, battles fought.
Details noticed, in every glance,
A thirst for knowledge, a lifelong dance.
In solitude, they find solace sweet,
In solitude, their minds retreat.
A sanctuary, where thoughts can flow,
Unraveling mysteries, they proudly know.
With passions fierce, they find their call,
An endless journey, they stand tall.
From art to science, their minds create,
Innovation blooms, no boundaries to abate.
Communication's dance may pose a test,
Words elude, but hearts express.
Through gestures, signs, and gentle touch,
Their language formed, their souls find clutch.
Understanding them, an open door,
To bridges built, forevermore.
A world of empathy, love, and grace,
Where acceptance shines, no judgment's trace.
Autism's gift, a different view,
A celebration, both old and new.
For in their minds, the seeds are sown,
Of endless possibilities yet unknown.
So let us cherish their boundless minds,
Embrace the beauty that in them resides.
For in diversity, our strength is found,
A tapestry of minds, forever bound.
“Floating on prayer hymn the journey isn’t construed amiss,
it takes life through the stillness of soul to the bay of bliss.” – Quote by Poet
The unique landscape of life mesmerizing,
shrouded by the serene seclusion screen,
spreads the sensation of surreal stillness,
swathes me as I wander on my lonely journey.
The rippling breeze of spring beguiling,
captivates me with its charming cadence.
My essence roaming in the tranquility terrain,
gets suffused with the aura of rhapsody.
I walk on the fawn forest path meandering
through the shadow of the ancient trees,
shedding the wilted golden foliage of the fall
at the end of their verdant time.
My footsteps crumple the pile of leaves rustling,
making the morose music of aloneness
for my timeless journey within,
I am yet to finish.
At the sunset time trickling away unrelenting,
I saunter at the periphery of my livid landscape
toward the hazy horizon of obscurity,
to reach the eternal sanctum of serenity.
Flushed by the final flash of twilight tinge enthralling,
I am walking the last mile
on the remnant time-track to be traveled,
for the desolate journey in the domain of destiny.
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March 5, 2023
Word Chosen : Journey
Contest : Writing Challenge - "J" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
It seems that, much to my elation,
they’ve scheduled me for an ablation,
the actual ramification
being no more need for medication.
The actual source of frustration
has been atrial fibrillation;
regularity takes a vacation
and causes a thumping sensation.
Electrical cauterization
shuts down the heart’s over-stimulation
via pathway elimination
of excess cardiac innervation.
‘Twould be nice to see a cessation;
there are certainly good indications -
the hard work and culmination
of research in my generation.
In the process of ideation,
the heart boasts personification,
depicted in fine illustrations
of longing and imagination.
And so, Lord, grant my supplication
and eliminate all consternation,
such that I might thy glorification
continue with much adoration
and improved syllabification.
A vexatious question posed by kids of every generation,
One that sets parents to gnashing their teeth with irritation,
And tends to spread a pall over a well-planned vacation,
Is, "Are we there yet?" along the way to their destination!
From the rear seat, there's a paucity of civil conversation.
Mom's firm hand has resolved many a truculent confrontation!
Dad's patience has reached the point of violent detonation!
"Are we there yet?" the kids whine, to their parent's consternation!
The stalwart Pilgrims sailed the roiling seas with trepidation,
Risking their very lives to escape the bonds of privation.
The age-old query from kids must've driven them to exacerbation!
"Are we there yet?" pestered the kids to their parents aggravation!
It had to be a daunting venture to join the westward migration,
As Pa faced the rugged Rockies, the vastness of God's Creation!
Roaring rivers and Indians - he surely had that sinking sensation!
Did he suffer kids' "Are we there yet?" for the trek's duration?
Does this annoying phrase develop during gestation?
Is it primordial? Has it been around since Creation?
Has it something to do with genetics or even reincarnation?
Parents merit a special place in heaven for enduring such recitation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Discovery of Poet’s Minds, Emotions, Hearts, Commitment and admiration
East, South, North and West
Foundation stones of All American Poets
Journeys from experience
Personal stories that establish influence
All part of America’s heritage
Words and Sentences leverage
America’s wonder seen through the Poet’s eyes
They are mysterious and wise
Poetry illustrated from the forefather’s past
Through the Bald Eagles flight
Red, White and Blue galore
Battles that were a revolution
Outcry from historical Presidents of the past to present
Naval Ships in military support
The American flag that still waves from the past to the current
Ancient, Vintage and Gothic artistic
Declaration of Independence, constitutional that stands today
Freedom from all forefather’s voices
Again, independence and liberty for all
From the stance of the Statue of Liberty
Bringing the weary and immigrants from all corners of the globe
“Living their dreams that they were meant to be”
Lady Liberty with beacons from the torch and be encouraged along with hungry and thirsty for America’s refreshed
That’s America that’s known
America’s history that had challenges
Triumphant theory
The thought of victories that almost didn’t come about
We have a current President that wants to condemn America, but America strong and powerful will never surrender
America is what it was set out to be from history
America’s rise with a story all see
The devastation from the ashes was a survival point of how America stood and being proud
Overcoming the impossible
Determination spirit built up America
America now, tomorrow and beyond
Majestic Mountains stand and salute
Military virtues in the honor
Rhythm playing America’s beauty
Fireworks illustrate Happy days ahead on America’s 250 celebration
All American Poets contributed
Standing today moving forward
Words and sentences provide American’s birth
Earthly good full of accomplishments
All American Poets
Purpose, Permission, Mission and Privilege
No stopping only continuation
Poet sensation
Mind creation
All American Poets nation.
Open Word Classes
In language there are classes, we are told,
Of words both new and old.
Nouns, verbs, adjectives, adverbs too,
And among them, open word classes few.
Nouns, the names of things and beings,
Verbs, actions that give them meanings.
Adjectives, describing how things are,
Adverbs, telling when and where they occur.
But in the open classes, there is more,
Words that keep growing, like an open door.
Interjections, expressing emotion pure,
Conjunctions, connecting clauses sure.
Prepositions, showing position and relation,
And articles, signaling a specific sensation.
These open classes, ever-changing and free,
Reflect the dynamism of language, you see.
For new words can be added with ease,
As culture and technology shift and tease.
And though rules and structure remain,
Open classes expand, our language domain.
So let us celebrate the open word classes,
For they reflect how language amasses.
A rich and diverse range of expression,
For us to use in endless succession.
By Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S POETRY
a swish
a swath
a momentary crippling sensation
Felt at my soul level.
the captain and I looked at each other,
bracing for impact.
We are the night travelers
in charge of keeping dreams on their God-paths
used to trouble,
Our survival instincts kicked in simultaneously
our dendrite fields shut down temporarily
even before we spied the danger
Venus, a planet of love, but also dangerous for wishes
the shield protecting us from our cell selves
remnants of our last Earth life.
We smiled, recognizing our truth, safe from the danger.