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Fallen leaves of wintry breeze subsides
Cold have taught me to spring forth warmth
And guard my limbs, my vitals, vigilantly.
Once upon a time I was blinded by shadows
Lurking in my dreams, in the dark, and in broad daylight
They were closer than most, (myself.)
Strings of pearls with gold and diamonds; will shimmer
Right before my eyes, for me;we deserve to glow
and grow, and sail to see of love.
For love resides within vault of our conscience
It is the all mighty weapon against enemies
It remains all we'll ever need to share on life's journey.
I am my future; we are our future for better or worst
Rest assure, a grain of good can be nurtured
I have see it flowered and spread like dandy-lions.
For within iris; that pupil upon orb of spiritual eye
It isn't hard to recognize, it's ever alive
Thriving in its place, naturally by the Almighty.
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~The Velvet Gown~
The fingertips so sensitive running down the velvet gown
Running it through the fingers sliding it slowly down
Stroking the cloth so soft to reach the softest of skin
Tingles running through my spine my breath I’m holding in.
A kiss so sensuous on lips warm, moist tongue exploring.
Delights the senses and the touch and now the blood is soaring.
Tingles through my body as the touch delights my soul
I am swimming in the kiss, but to devour it is my goal.
Heat rising fast; passion begins to glow
Grasping for something not sure of, makes my passion grow.
I reach for it and grasp its something now that is real.
It subsides leaving me shaking, my desire now to heal.
This all encompassing feeling leaves me drained and yet replete
Beginning with a gown of velvet, running fingers through so sweet.
© By: ~GG~ May 2012
Silk roses stitched upon my linen pillow case
lace curtains parting, showing an aging moonlight still
A candle burns low atop my wood table
inviting me into a world of fantasied able
Hunger subsides at sundown as a gown of light appears
no I am not afraid of the mystical force of night;
Facelifted to the stars, I shine
like a metal compass turning by design
I am an old tattered bible reading to someone
in a home with no spaces or time;
Surreal as heaven this corporeality of make believe, all mine
I'm a light at the window a prayer on the heart,
remembering the warrior I once was, raised by magic
I turn to dusk and become a periwinkle shade of night
silk roses crease my pillow,
I'm more then ready, for this flight.
December 13, 2020
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Contest Name: It feels surreal
The window holds no joy anymore
There's no need for knocks on my door
My time, my hesitation subsides
Life's true mystery, no longer hides
My bed is my jail, my cage today
My reason to be, I miss lay
My thoughts dull, my memories fog
I reach for them, so tired of the slog
Each day, each hour one and the same
I'm not bitter as I am glad I came
But my bed is my jail, my cage today
My reason to be, I mislay
So is it my time? My call to above
Will God send my key with a dove
Releasing my body from my soul
To begin my rise, my final stroll
I left my bed no jail, no cage today
For those left behind now, I love and pray.
Yes, it hurts that your eyes are shining and measuring
to show deep concern,
and fearful.
But I'm glad you said it.
Had you not, the turn
I might've taken could have hurt
us all.
So let me carry my weight away mechanically
by instinct, the loser
this time, and all
the times before that reason has returned
after the first sting of honesty
slid against the grain,
should comfort
you from your other side with the dirt
of your experience. Mine,
is yet too empty.
So I'll swallow my pride, and let it be
filled up at a reasonable pace
with all the knowledge
of the Good,
than I could ever obtain by saving face.
So when this hot-blood subsides,
and small-minded hands that seek
easy glory rest,
and all is back in its place,
then Things will be fine,
and you'll be glad you said it.
Written: August 24, 2023
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In the realm where fallen souls reside,
Where darkness thrives and hope subsides,
There, among the shadows deep,
Dwarf, hopeful lights from the forest floor seep.
Amidst the trees that loom so tall and straight,
Split by such kindness, of light they partake,
And from nothing, one soul takes form.
She is life-standing, from the shadow she was born.
Her hair was dark, cascading as a waterfall.
Green eyes, such as the forest belt, thrall
A smile as genus as the moon grace,
She walks at a gentle pace.
In this realm where fallen souls reside,
She is the beacon and the guide.
With each step she brings to light,
Banished darkness, dispelling the night.
Her touch, a balm to wounded hearts,
Her words, akin to music, heal infarcts.
She sees the broken, the lost, the weary,
And with love, she brings them back, so cheery.
In this realm, fallen souls reside.
She is the hope they cannot hide.
With her tiny lights of love and care,
She brings warmth to despair.
Spangling the forest floor, she walks,
Shining a path where hope once balks
Through the tangled thicket, she weaves
Bringing solace to those who grieve
Her presence, a beacon in the night,
Guiding those who've lost their sight,
With each step, she illuminates
To redemption, the journey acuminates
In this realm where fallen souls reside,
She is the light they need to survive.
In the darkest corners, she finds the lost,
Whispering words of hope, no matter the cost,
Have you heard of the black bird?
That comes at night, gives children a fright.
They will scream,
There’s a monster under the bed,
But their please will be reject.
On deaf ears fell their cries,
Until it subsides
He has a beak like a hawk,
Kicked out by his flock.
Flew down, to Earth,
To separate the righteous’ one herd.
He prey on innocent souls,
Manipulate them under his control.
He clawed deep into their flesh,
To release some of his pest
Not reaching out for support,
They look distort.
He put them under his spell,
Prepared them for his hell.
Everyday I see your face
And a smile comes to mine
I don't know what I'd do
Without you by myside
I'd probably drift into the clouds
Until the feeling subsides
I'd be right there in sheets of white
Waiting for you in the sky
I'd see your face everywhere
Within the fluffy mist
I'd be so close, but there you'd go
Into the blue abyss
Don't drift so soon, my cloudy love
Stay with just one kiss
I know you wouldn't be real
But you'd be something that I'd miss
I'll stay right here on the ground
Where both of us can be
With our feet on the earth below
Among the flowers and the trees
We don't need anything at all
As far as I can see
Just promise if I ever drift
Say you'll go with me
Come, O sorrows and be my waking call,
Be to my life of joys a bit of blight,
Upon a hard day's work a short respite,
Be pleasant autumn before barren fall.
Come with dark clouds of rain with silver line,
Soften my joys, set me for looming pain,
Show Buddha smile with subtle smirk so fine
That takes mid-path hailing both sun and rain.
Life’s no undiluted desert of grey grief
Devoid of any a cool breeze of joy,
If too smooth gets ride to a far off cliff,
Thrills get short like a child’s joy of new toy.
Come O sorrows, come as my surprise treat,
An unknown thrill there’s in getting way-lost,
Let even reaching right come at some cost,
After sour taste water tastes somewhat sweet.
Come that my cup of joy fills up a full,
He that hath felt no grief feeleth no joy,
Come to make my joys and sorrows equal,
Be my welcome guest, shy nor ever coy.
And O Sorrows, not just that ye visit,
Dig unto me deeper carves that would last,
So that when joys come more of them can fit,
Capacities have I for both so vast.
And O thou, I well know: in this dual world,
The dancing duals dance in such a way,
They become two balanced wings of a bird,
Twain of life like dark and light, night and day.
Come, waver not; help me sail through life’s sea,
Let waves of joy and sorrow therein clash,
Let it but one seamless continuum be,
As twain thou hast but one soul, dual flesh.
Come to complete my lifelong melody,
Make one whole my truncated joy and bliss,
And conclude my unfinished symphony,
Come to give me a life-sustaining kiss.
If people equate thee with a dark cloud,
Worry not, for I know: there’s no rainbow
Without clouds, discard that guilt-covered shroud,
Soon as a storm subsides, peace does follow.
Two hearts that come together in sorrows
Stay united for long with stronger ties,
And love cleansed with mutual tears farther goes,
Joy and sorrows are no adversaries.
Joy and grief birds be roosting on same tree,
And never known to get separated,
I know, when one wishes to visit me,
The other’s just asleep right in my bed.
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Musings | 15.10.15 | ode
When I see him standing in the doorway
with that luscious grin upon his lips,
I cannot turn away
although I’m feeling flushed
as if a fever has grabbed a hold of me!
I meet his seductive gaze
and hope he cannot see
that I’m beginning to perspire.
Oh, cool cool fever; it has taken hold again.
How easily his being near me
causes me to sweat.
How can I feel so suddenly the chills
going through my body
while simultaneously
my temperature is rising?
Hot, hot, hot is his physicality..
Hot-blooded I become just seeing him.
Fever floods my body as I tremble
with the anticipation of his mere touch.
How ardently he wraps his arms around me.
How fervently he kisses me
in all the places that he knows
I’m wanting to be kissed.
Higher and higher my fever rises.
Only he can bring me what I long for
until at last I shiver
at the climax of our passion.
The fever subsides
but I know it won’t be long before
cool fever will again catch hold of me!