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A KISS-S-S-S
Why is a kiss such a passionate thing
That smolders from deep down inside
The tenderness of two moist warm lips
Trigger feelings too intense to hide
For centuries, it's been a symbol of love
Throughout just about all mankind
The fiery intensity, the closeness of souls
Invite lovers to explore, to find
Blood pressure rises, we quiver and shake
Words to describe it don't exist
A euphoric overwhelming passion happens
Raising temps to a feverish pitch
Culminating in the ancient act of love
Another indescribable sensation
The explosion of two bodies uniting as one
In a twisting, spiraling gyration
You sang to me the sweetest songs I've heard.
With pen you wrote the most romantic of words,
telling of the depth of the love you bear for me.
It's the mirrored love my heart shares with thee.
Passion smolders hottest in flames of deep blue
like the sensual nights spent in intimacy with you.
Curled in contentment when waking in your arms,
lying next to you is better than any earthly balms.
In Spring's green field, around us grasses waved.
We crushed the blades when each other we craved.
In the midst of nights, we made love in all seasons,
sharing our bodies and hearts for countless reasons.
Our blue flames of desire blazed the hottest when we touched.
I want to be burned by you over and over. I love you that much.
Lindsey is Olde English for “Linden Tree by the brook”,
A tree universal, celebrated in many cultures being namely,
Doctor Tree, of Health, Feminine Arts, nook,
Of soothing calm, Light, Truth, an amulet tree,
Its deep shade is a knowing look,
Friends see another, marriages be happy,
For Heart shaped leaves do hook!
A Linden was at village centers,
Parks, Hospitals, court hearings,
Lining many noble’s garden shoulders,
Litigant conciliations endearing,
Testimony credible, curing opponent smolders,
Body ailments, “Quarts of Hurts” rearings,
Colds, skin blotches, spasms not enduring!
Volcanoes of bees, honey exquisite,
Perfume fragrance, edible leaves,
Salad makings requisite,
White or yellow tiny petal cleaves,
Linden shade hosts visits,
Motherly care, compassion sheaveings,
Fidelity, fraternity, matrimony, humble wits,
We need more Lindseys less poet leavings,
Lindens increase peace & alertness,
Be a Lert, we need more Lerts!
The moonlit face of love
came, in the quiet of the night
where stars were the roof of our desire
that lifted at dawn
giving color to the world
rich on the horizon of love's perspective
when we opened our hearts
to the fire that smolders from love's eyes
when our souls joined in tender understanding
as we shared the petals of love
held in our palms
and found the ambiance of passion in silent dreams
from scented blossoms that linger on the morning breeze
as we venture into the wonders of tomorrow
in a timeless dance of lovers
who met in the twilight
where first glance imprisoned our hearts
with a need to create memories
12/23/22
When weight of regret riddled thoughts
swirl numerous nameless sorrows within
A calloused heart waits for a magic wand
in promise of a sunrise small hopes begin
When shooting stars hide behind clouds
pennies all lost in deep wishing wells
naive desires born in puddles of dream
stray eyelashes tinkle chimes of bells.
When garnish is missing in blueprint of life
in peace of sunset, maelstrom looks for bliss
to join broken glasses , to reset life again
passion smolders to ash of unfulfilled wish.
Date written -13th January 2020
Was N/A in the contest What are your wishes
Date judged-23rd January 2020
Ideologies and laws are fences of the boundless world,
Invisible enclosures that frame our souls within cold walls,
Paths drawn in the dust of time, silent steel labyrinths,
For our fragile lives, squeezed into norms and regulations.
Every metal fence is a boundary of unknown dreams,
A circle that limits our sky, preventing free flight,
Awakening us within constrained borders, like birds in tight cages,
Lost on predetermined paths, blinded by artificial lights.
In the shadow of these fences, our hearts beat like echoes,
Searching for freedom in the facets of the starry sky,
But the walls grow, like illusions rooting us in the abyss of days,
Of lives unfolding under a limited sky, an eternal waiting.
The magic of the world struggles against the steel bars, a light seeks fissures,
Thin slits through which our dreams escape, seeking infinity,
In secrecy, the souls rise towards the stars, in sacred dances,
Passing beyond the fences of the world, towards unseen vastness.
Through these metal paths, we wander like shadows of anguish,
But the magic of life, secret and silent, whispers sacred names in the night.
It’s an ancient song, urging the soul to see beyond boundaries,
To spread its wings and venture into the dream without laws or limits.
Laws are just waves on a perpetual ocean,
Fences, shadows that temporarily corset the paths of dreaming,
But within us, beneath the velvet of silence, the longing for freedom smolders,
Each dream awakening from the slumber of binding ideologies.
The melancholy of the nocturnal sky, with its stars like fallen jewels,
Reminds us of the infinite silences within, of the unspoken magic.
And in these warm nights, in the shadow of invisible walls,
We find the secret gate to the unbounded, where dreams become reality.
We just need to close our eyes and see beyond the fences,
To feel the magic of the world, the quiet murmur of untreasured life,
For beyond every metal fence, every rigid realm,
The sacred freedom of dreams awaits us, the place where we are whole.
Passion burns deep, for us a fire
its flames cross the hearts of our desire
no ashes are found in our eternal flame
only the rising heat that we claim
our hearts are warmed by this firey emotion
its glowing light smolders with devotion
each tender touch, we caress is molten
every hungry kiss is forever golden
taken on timeless journeys that'll never cease
we cross the invisible realm of sensual peace
held in the arms of love we are unbound
in a created world our love has found
where passionate flames burn
and light the days and nights as they turn
in wondrous moments as our eyes merge
they invite the soul's flame to emerge
Oh, how deep the fire that burns within
that spans our hearts again and again
to be so moved that even the shadows caress
and all that was or will be is confessed
in the dawn of our love, we lit this flame
in the twilight of our love, it burns the same
Threading Hunger’s Needle
by Odin Roark
Acumen's voice smolders quietly
When deafened ears respond only
To discords of witlessness.
Perception's heat invites comfort,
Its embers remaining alive,
Its wake of constant resolve
Lifts vigils of swirling persuasion,
Choking away illiteracy,
Ignoring cross or sickle waved ominously.
Ever present, creation’s insight
Remaining airborne in a void for those
With causeless breath being held,
Affecting not its surroundings,
Forever stale within ether locked,
Where roiling chasms of fear
Exude odiferous spoilage,
Rotting,
Polluting,
Repelling.
Such misery holds steady,
Amidst the multitudes’ repeated indulgences of flesh,
Where masses’ quintessential reptilian skin
long overdue for shedding
remain stagnant.
But cling it will,
This resistance to reflection and growth,
Feeling falsely safe in unknowing
The rewards of philological pondering,
Literature’s sign and verbal,
Touch and smell,
Eye and ear,
An all-sensitive motion
Making ready transference from literal
To one’s personal ethereal possession.
For some…
A chosen distance remains preferred.
A huddled observation from
Deep in the abyss of ignorance,
Convinced personal importance is to perish alone
Amidst a cacophony of unresolved noise.
Always close by, however…
Wisdom’s whisper continues to nurture hunger’s tenacity,
Knowing a needle unthreaded is of little use.
BLISS ENSHRINED IN STILL SOUL
The surging storm scary seethes the smoky sky,
traces the tracks of terror in the tormented air.
The stratified wind blows sly, doesn’t know why
the cold turbulence so severe it is forced to bear.
The afflicting anger is blind, flares in spiteful mind,
smolders life as drying timber, forms scalding ember,
agonized ashes fly in wind, they try but fail to find
the reason why mere empathy the heart doesn’t rear.
Scraping sorrow grinds, scours the marooned mind,
life pines in pain of despair, grains of hope disappear.
Still soul buds bliss enshrined, aches of agony rescind,
sedate spirit spawns crop of rapture in dry drop of tear.
Written : January 21, 2019
April 8, 2020
Contest : Strand Pick 5, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
An ancient church smolders.
Half the world is weeping.
Just remember you can melt stained glass.
Topple steel, mahogany, and cement.
God will be the only permanence.
The spirit is stronger than flame.
Every heart is a church.
Step inside a church.
Pray for the billions of heart churches...
Brick and mortar can burn
Bibles can burn
But you can't burn the word.
Feel the beating of heart hymns.
The patient spirit of God.
The resilience of his son.
The love of everyone.
Don't sweat or fret over hate and destruction.
A church, a heart, a haven can be reclaimed.
Patience, resilience, and love will own the coming day.
Resurrection is the only permanence.