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She was simply beautiful
Her dark brown eyes so magical
Now she’s got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
Isn’t love a miracle
When it begins to call
Now she’s got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
And there’s no doubt about it
I’ve never felt this way
I wanna show the world
Of this love I found today
I’m feeling like a child
Just playing like a fool
And this loves’ got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
Yeah’ this loves’ got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
Little flutters rise and fall
On my heart strings gently pull
Now he’s got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
He’s so adorable
Got me waiting on his call
Now he’s got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
And there’s no doubt about it
I’ve never felt this way
I wanna show the world
Of this love I found today
I’m feeling like a child
Just playing like a fool
And this loves’ got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
Yeah’ this loves’ got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
In the summer by the pool
Our first kiss so sensual
Now she’s got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
On vacation at the hall
Her sexy dancing really cool
Now she’s got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
And there’s no doubt about it
I’ve never felt this way
I wanna show the world
Of this love that came my way
I’m feeling like a child
Just playing like a fool
And this loves’ got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
Yeah’ this loves’ got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
With the sweetness in his eyes
These white clouds were drifting by
Now he’s got me feeling
Like I could touch the sky
I’ve never been so happy
He’s the apple of my eye
Now he’s got me feeling
Like I could touch the sky
And there’s no doubt about it
I’ve never felt this way
I wanna show the world
Of this love that came my way
I’m feeling like a child
Just playing like a fool
And this love got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
Yeah’ this love got me feeling
Like I’m ten feet tall
© Copyright KC.Leake
3rd March 2016
All Rights Reserved
"Inside the Hurricane"
Inside the Hurricane
starts small
a minuet waltzing
cadence like clandestine lovers
whispered reverently
soft becomes hard
and slow for a fall
under dark cloudy covers
boiling over
to tangled tango
in the burning brain
there the homeless Heart
meets it’s counterpart
in it’s enticing suede
labyrinthine cave
safe against a wall
balanced and entranced
held fast
Underground begs
not her Ocean
Tsunami waves
inside his broken
Breaks the Hurricane
Love floods
through waving wet
Sea Grass
Silver Green
cuts sharp her alter
chalice kissed
Vows read and
spoken red
Inside the Hurricane
windows crystal clear, seamless
Legs of a journey
open
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“Bachelorette” Bjork, Homogenic
https://youtu.be/Th7QmZiz6Lc
“I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break”
"Come to Me" Bjork
https://youtu.be/kIm1GyyDZmY
"Game we're playing is Life
Love's a two way dream"...
This is
your unique constitution
In sensual moonlight
you are a lioness
focused on
the perpendicular purpose
Invariably
the current
in a torrent
hits the shores
with a thud
eccentric electrons
in the blood
for the
honey sweet slices
of dewy dissociation
into golden nothingness
A silken existence
The poetry echoes
in the underground abode
of dream
Jasmines of hope
with the bunch of echoes
Mellowing moons
_______________________________________
Dated July 9, 2019
Contest: Another Eight Word Challenge
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
12/4/2023
Hypnotic snow peaks, transformed into shades of zirconium.
sparkling green.
Thou art truly, an existential,Yuletide,eternally kissable,love machine!
You made the gods of Eros, come alive within these throbbing
poetic veins, boil and joyfully return.
You awakened your sleeping princess-poet’s crimson,sensuality,
truly …..with your sensual,incense burn.
Reborn. I am, with affection of your sparkling snowflakes of again
earthshaking masculinity.
This glorious Christmas of joy, to rejoice,in my own femininity!
These people I safely know
who like to healthy grow
fail to distinguish
between cooperative housing
and cooperative households,
cooperative countries
and communities
Which
as we all seem to know
although textbooks often fail to show
include cooperative gardening
and cooperative farming
and possibly cooperative
organic management
of a polytheistic living planet
without monotheistic competitive
monopolistic cultural intent.
In each interdependent case
we explore something together,
some primal trinitarian relationship
between healthy resilience
and safe transitions
and beautifully balanced
resonant energy
Synergy produces
co-arising fruits of sexual
sensual
and sacred exotic
erotic regenerate sensations
Further witchy wonder which,
like resonantly tasty
and fragrant,
richly brown and black
white and green
orange and yellow
red textured
robust stews
Cooperatively touch
and feel
and show
and thereby know
a primally sublime
healthy
safe
and beautiful homebrew.
When I see and hear,
touch and feel,
something
Somewhere unwanted
someplace uncherished
egocentrism
Making alienating choices
that follow group win/lose competitive norms,
this constellation of nationalistic patriotism's
monoculturing beliefs
and unbeliefs,
anthroprivileged values
and disvalues,
provoke out-raging
hypocritical anger.
It is only in epic transition times
when climatic health and safety social issues
emerge and re-emerge,
evolve and revolve,
inhale and exhale,
inside and outside,
that these same unwanted
uncherished competitive choices
by Other Capitalist
USA Supremacist
Evangelically Straight baby-maker
Fundamentally White is not sinful Black
Male DeathCulturists
provoke fear
Inside acute anxiety
that my own ecologically cooperative values
are merely BusinessAsUsual competing theological disvalues
against StraightWhiteMale
lack of divinely esteemed
Multi-LifeBearing Culture experience
And deeper chronic negative anticipation
that my ecosystemic beliefs
about fundamentally nondualistic
LeftBrain healthy regenerativity
are also DeathCulture Other's
RightBrain unsafe degenerativity;
These angers and fears
live and breathe outside
and inside
my win/win optimizing hopes
and bilateral faith
in curious research
and courageous design
for cooperative ego/eco-therapies
with Other's Lose/Lose dismay at heart
and in despairing mind
un-pairing unicameral uncaring
Shadows of co-empathic experiential nihilism,
xenophobia
anthroprivileged claustrophobia
rabidity
mortal carnal sin
terror
depression
inhumane ecofeminist suppression,
zealous RightBrain repression,
instinctively negative
affective-cognitive
dualdark DeathCulture
violently uncommunicating
nonverbalizeable
acutely dispassioned impressions
Of angering or fearful sin
as lose/lose ego/eco-systemic
multilateral communion absence
of healthy and safe wealth
Experience of cooperative
co-invested bicameral
win/win recentering
Earth Patriotic/Matriotic
Yang/Yintegral
tipping climatic points
of multiculturing climax
co-arising dipolar health/wealth balance,
yes,
but also beauty's sensual co-passion.
Zenith of perfection is the aim of my existence.
My pilgrimage towards this, I know, is my persistence.
I align my senses like a predator towards prey.
My physique and psyche are synthesised in every way.
The social fibre in me, like thread in linen, is knit.
Doesn't the quiver of optimism endlessly transmit?
I dig the mines of cores of self-searching for the truth.
Thoughts, words, and actions are in unfeigned perpetual youth.
The fulfilment of feelings flows towards fullness of life.
Between uprightness and vileness, there is a constant strife.
Virtues, like treasures of vast oceans, are hidden within
Could stains of sin, before relentless goodness ever win?
Divinity, like vast skies, endlessly gets expanded.
Fullness of spirit within innermost shrines is implanted.
Values are revalued. Sensual pleasures are channelled.
Hindrances towards integral liberation are annulled.
All that the almighty meant for humans to be is won.
Eternally, in everything, the divine will is done.
White doves flutter and longing words whisper
silence waxes haunting as Angels sing
a lone filtered light turns a soft glister
casts fleeting shadows from a white dove's wing
this arrow of light has pierced the dusk-gray
to light the face where my heart will wander
where my eyes are welcome and I will stay
captured by my love's smoldering ardor
as stars gleam and the twilight surrenders
wrapped by the moonlight, love we'll discover
at this time for us, we'll find love's treasures
a wondrous wonder so warm and tender
this primordial world of breathless sighs
this passion's realm found in my lover's eyes
hey baby…
i’m here just behind your ear
my whispering heat, your dare
”…come to me…” you said
and i learned the universe
just so i could.
don’t turn your head
I AM right behind
i’m the tickle that you feel
in the back of your mind
my hands message your spine
and i’m coming around
my scent locks your legs
and apart on the ground
sensual sends to your knees
the breeze .freeze. and glance down
passionate eyes become wet sound…
the ghosts of listening lips surround
your body at the hips and burns
...i can feel you hear
sweet on my tongue.
the taste of us is
a drop of my pen
hard at attention
our bodies motion
pulsing with ache
i write to a vision
can you feel…
we’re about submission.
darling. ;)~ hard
on target
and charming
teasing at your skin
i’m nibbling
pleasing with a grin
i’m licking
and lookin’…
Write At You.
Form:
QUINTESSENCE
an absence
of
fervent
intensity
in miniature
with
infinite
equivocation
an ambiance
of impressioned
sensations
a resurgence
of an elide
intermix
apparently
remote
from
abiding concern
obliquely
descended into
a preoccupation
with the sensual
such
eloquent
perfection to
enlighten
the fusion
of continuity
with cohesion
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived