Long Touchable Poems
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Yes! My Master She Is Called Little Shorty by some five feet and all taller in high heel shoes. beautifully wonderfully made by God!
Listen the soul speaks remember she is born emotional in destiny and intent moves this Grace.
So many knows her as forbidden.
She is in love with love! Caress the inner core if you can or remember the words from all realms old and beyond forbiidden access to her time will happen.
She loves reality and really loves mysteries in veil of joy on earth as it is in heaven prepard tables for fools that never understand or undrstood....
She is always fair to her enemy we feels she gives to much to know the truth of others because she will die too! But everlasting life she knew and know before me.
She move with the light bright and touchable than not.
And when her foes come to eat up her flesh she wepts or weep just like Jesus did.
She moves with an army of command waiting .She is flesh I am not!
Rosea are red still violets are blue We say who dare too
She walk not seeing until she has too.
Oh oh-- We are soulsl she shut me up so talk later bye- bye my loves
What is soul to soul my soul mates around the world all we can say is flesh is wow something else lol.
He took her there most days
They rowed out to his small yacht
They sat and drank take away lattes
She just cried a lot….
She was so full of sadness
Tormented by relentless fear
So very troubled
Her mind clouded and unclear
She liked it on the river
It gave momentary relief
Life seemed a little clearer
Though be it only brief
She saw them in the distance
Hoped they would come her way
Unbelievably without deviation
They were there without delay
Swimming underneath the small yacht
In water so clear and blue
So close they were touchable
He cuddled her and said,
“This is just for you”
The dolphins swam away….again without deviation
A direct path into the open water
She knew in her heart those majestic creatures
Had sought her…
The emotions they evoked in her
Mere words cannot describe
With heart and mind now smiling
She sipped her latte
And just cried….
so soothing when we are still
i love it when we take our business suits off and reveal our natural selves
we do not talk, we just enjoy each other in silence
so free the air of happiness....it serenades us softly
this relief was never expected....thinking about just last year
we were both certified insane by monotony's hidden guidelines
now here we are with many memories and touchable peace
however today the doors of discovery is closed due to a need to just be still
fully relaxed, we both drift off, unbeknownst to us, to a sleep unexpected
when we awaken with a start, we both laugh sleepily at the realization that are actually just beginning again....to start
I saw that look in your eyes
staring back at me, reading my thoughts,
sensing what I felt, aching to erase and fill my loneliness.
I felt your gentle brush up against my skin,
pressing a feeling of warmth and strength
hot, throbbing, burning to posses me – no need – I was yours.
To be near you was all I asked,
to feel your breath against my cheek,
to touch your hand, your arm,
to kiss your lips, to hold you close ,
to wrap myself within your very being.
The feelings are not easy to forget so touchable and real,
forever in my mind and dreams and forever part of me -
I am yours over and over and over again.
I ask no promises of you other than that you were here,
with no escape from this blinding passion,
no release from the pleasure and joy of your sweet embrace.
I am emptied of you now, lost to my innocence,
drifted away from our encounters, trying to forget you
my dreams, desires and need
but memories and images of us are imprinted still
like notches on a gun, I am marked.
Say you’re not the one, tell me a lie
you know I once believed everything you said
it always was your way, your time, your leaving
is it my turn to do the hurting now?
It’s over!
All that's left
is
the mind's affairs.
We touch the darkness
and the darkness touches us;
the day lights our way,
the night scatters us all.
Darkness invades our world -
our safety, our security, and our sanity;
the thoughts we have change,
the desires we feel change.
Darkness is the savage beast
enveloping everything in its path;
a new world opens itself to us...
shadows lengthen,
imaginations broaden,
fear increases.
Horizons lower as the night approaches,
what seems touchable is now
more distant in the darkness,
what seems logical
now fades in the dark;
the heart beats faster,
the steps are lighter,
the pace quickens.
Yet, darkness is but one of two -
its presence like its absence
cannot exist without the other,
without darkness... light will never be.
For "Fear" contest sponsored by Debbie Guzzi.
A glowing sun sets over the breezy coast
battered by an angered sea,
and amid instilled peace,
percussion entices sadness
with its perfume from the contiguous jessamines
that smell stronger than the clustered cloves;
I neither contest nor seem contented with the inability
to satisfy this yearning with a passion so infinite...
until I discover these emerald eyes
more dazzling than gemstones!
Woman, so highly desirable,
with a skin so soft and touchable,
let my manly arms embrace you and hide
your beauty in the deepest place of the mind...
where it can only grow larger than memory,
and retain its wholeness of simplicity!
Once you entrust that love to me,
I'll make certain that it reaches its extremity,
enough not to want any other
who won't keeps his promise and doesn't love intensely;
dishonesty always defeats who is unfair!
Woman, seeking out a dreamy night...
through the arousal of sensual emotions
ruled by a rampant desire, embellish it
with these emerald eyes more dazzling than gemstones:
to captivate and liberate me from a wait I can hardly bear,
so that I don't wear away as a river swallowed up by the water!
A moon so glaring and displeased by unreachable distance,
illuminates what darkness made dull,
and approves of our unity by showing that beautiful
and radiant face without the usual spots;
and while it stands, it announces the sunrise of new days,
and I am grateful for these emerald eyes more dazzling than gemstones!
As the sunbeams come through the pines
Their illumination
Reaches aging eyes with their beauty
And amazing refraction
It seems they are touchable lights
More revealing, more might
Than any lightbulb in the dark
Shining out in all's sight
It becomes clearer with each second
More revealing of life
The clouds become whiter, the sky
Paler as with life's strife
As life becomes more revealing,
Open my eyes wider
To human needs and ways, so I
Can from the heart cipher
Helpful words to this open page
Untangle for reader.
As the old sage that sits, listens,
Listen to and be a seeker
John 4:10, Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.”
qu'ry this:
a chivalrous charlatan, I
dareth feign to pen thy prop'r aspect?
aye, f'r thy legitimate contours art
yet ov'rwhelmingly stagg'ring to the gazeth
and if beheld by the ingraft
m'rtal, thus, wouldst rend'r those
folk stunn'd to reticence …
such provocative p'rfection f'r a
prop'r prose pedestal doth now standeth
thy outlines …
if 't only the ink of mine own quill
flow'd with the langu'rous liquidity of
thy libidinous limbs -
w'rds danceth off the wit
at but a glance of thy exquisite epid'rmal embodiment
w'rds liketh touch, tickleth, tease, tempteth …
coequal the wisest of w'rdsmiths
wouldst strain to holdeth nigh and effectual,
the phrasing of the
diaphanous d'rmal dialogue that elucidates the
sultry "esses" yond thy shadow paints on
the walls and flo'rs …
only those bless'd as i, without pure
sight of the eye, art accomplish'd enough to
appropriate a competency of fair and
f'rm'd appreciation and charact'rization of
the voluptuous p'rtions that
composeth thy physique …
those such as i w're b'rn to the burden of
the darkness, but also bless'd to
the bearing of the tactile and touchable -
mine own pen is the palm,
the fing'rtip, the soft application of skin-to-skin contact,
the int'rpretation of v'ry tiny ‘lectrical impulses
from ev'rything integumentary
and the und'rstanding of all that
keen inf'rmation being convey'd to the brain …
o beg, my love -
alloweth me readeth thee anon,
alloweth me putteth tactile "pen" to the pages
of mine own soul and psyche,
alloweth me writeth a st'ry th're upon thee,
alloweth me knoweth with mine own fing'rs and carpus
the wond'rful w'rds that describeth thee
in all thy immaculate, sublime consummation,
alloweth me abs'rb the text of thy
curv'd and faultless f'rm,
and lighteth the darkness of mine
own blind w'rld …
transf'rm this beshrew into mine own blessing,
alloweth me beholdeth thee
as nay oth'r ev'r shall -
as a st'ry,
as a biography, book, tale,
aye, as an adventure …
without end.
As I breathe I contemplate
The word and its pervading Ethos
Penetration has been subtle
Steeping my awareness;
My Soul and my reasoning
To the point
I hesitate to revisit the
Chapters of Gods instruction
For there I found elucidation
That increases immeasurably
To the point of
Overwhelming my acumen
Giving ever more details to
A mind reeling with
Revelations tumbling and
Stretching my understanding.
Challenging a reality
I knew for so long!
Now my reality is Eternity.
That is almost touchable to me
I must revisit the Scriptures
But not today not in depth’
I am getting lines of enquiry
Hints that nudge my mind
Enough for now
It is good to check against the Scripture
More is for the time I must
Immerse myself fully
A Naked soul in the gaze of his Divinity
To be diligent in
Studying ready for the riches
Of eternal reason
My brothers have penned in
Obedience and humility.
©Joe Maverick 21-12-2020
Lying in an open meadow beneath a blanket of stars,
I feel the awesome vastness of the universe.
The celestial lights that twinkle and shimmer seem far,
but become close and touchable when written in verse.
Would it be wrong to wrap my arms around a rainbow,
or to lasso a far away day dream from a child?
Perhaps it would be better to just let those colors go,
along with those sweet visions to run free and wild.
Capturing moments of time in a bottle seems fine,
but remember a prison of love can be a restrictive cage.
The captured will soon die without the freedom to breathe and shine,
or will resent their life reduced to a single page.
10/29/18