Long Whisp Poems
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If ever I touch your lips with mine
My sweet Love the heavens shall unfold
A connection of spirituality so sought
Yet not felt by many a soul
A brush of skin a whisp of hair
I long for you my Love
I feel you in a place of secrecy
Quiet safe a haven from above
And one day my Love we shall walk
Hand in hand interwoven all to see
No longer parallel universes
Separating your soul from me
Than I shall drink of you and taste
Every drop every flavor
For Love you are my life my dream
My sanctity my souls' savior
If ever I touch your lips with mine
My sweet Love the heavens shall unfold
A connection of spirituality so sought
Yet not felt by many a soul.
Here comes his ghost again, clutching old fears
Haunting me while I strive for sleep
His guitar lullaby still rings in my ears
The cadence’s grip on my soul to keep
I sense his energy and start to cry
His sadness weighs heavy on my heart
He creeps into my thoughts as rest looms nigh
This ache inside deeply tears me apart
In the hush of darkness he lurks unseen
A phantom of my grief that has no resolution
Awake or dreaming, perhaps somewhere in between
I seek meaning while suffering in shadows of seclusion
He spooks me by his lack of empathy
His coldness sends a shiver down my spine
This incessant ghosting won’t set me free
Possessing all matter in this space of mine
He’s hiding, but watches with curiosity
My realm holds boundaries that terrify him
He manipulates my sensitivity with muffled atrocity
In his company I share a misery so dim
His ghost is covert and mute of reflection or care
A stark apparition I’ve always seen right through
His kiss disappears as a lost whisp of air
Carrying my spirit that perished as he withdrew
IF 'HE' HADN'T COME AND BORE HIS CROSS...I COULDN'T BARE MINE. AMEN.
Many concerns are on my plate
so many worries…tranquility escapes
I look to the right and to the left
but only find more troubling depth
In this vacant alley…I feel lost
like there is no end…just cost
Then, in a fragrant whisp, I’m reminded…
of a road, and barn…to which it winded
Light glows…from a heavenly candle
that slowly moves across…midnight’s mantle
My soul’s eye…follows its course
‘til it halts, beaming as a guiding source
From an ass…a tended virgin alights…
large with child…the hay a blessed site
A cry comes forth…awakening the world
for A Child is Born… a prophesied hurl
And as shepherds and magi rush to the scene
my shoulder’s yoke morphs…a peace…serene
The Joy of the Season which I had evaded
now enters my heart and I am elated
I hear a choir…of the heofon kind
announcing the Savior…of all mankind
Though my troubles are still yet the same…
hope, glistens horizon…Alleluia, Christ came!
Is 7:14, 9:6, Matt 11: 28-30, Lk 2:8-20
©jmsbell-12/05/22
A Blue Heron unleashes itself from a
surfing wind and flowing sky.
Wings spread it rides, almost hovering,
as it seeks a nestled place to land.
There, the long reeds
have been hollowed out by its mate,
but she has gone to fish,
gone elsewhere.
The bird lands,
for a moment its long legs are buoyed
by the merest whisp of gravity.
The heron settles, folding its wings
like a cloak around him,
now as the wind ruffles its feathers
he seems only a scrawny effigy,
of the bird in flight,
a plumed twig planted in the disturbed shallows.
The pond ripples with silver whispers,
small fish dart, their heads
arrowing deeper.
The Great Blue
strides slowly to the shoreline
becomes a living statue,
a patient presence
amid the rushing blow.
That is when I saw
how the world is stirred around
by a stillness,
how an unmoving center
can turn within a heron's eye.
I lingered at loves' door
Lips waiting for a kiss or two
A brush of passion
A whisp of warmth
As many lovers do
The first was quite dull
Fumbly digits all like thumbs
And when it came to kissing
A mouth equipped with a serpents
Tongue nimble agile and erotic
Flickering across my eyes , my lips,
The nape of my neck beastly he was.
The second was tall a voice that any
Woman would pride herself as the
Victor for his serenade prowess
But his beastly nose,dripped, his large
Ears flapped very much like a tiny pigs
And the hair on his chest was about
Four inches long I could have combed it
Collected it and knitted slippers with it.
Number three awe, he was a ballroom dancer
Nimble, thighs and buttocks firm , strong
Thoughts of a snake wrapping its prey came to
Mind when I looked at his legs.
He could spin his partner, toss her up catch her
Throw her and gently dip her and kiss her with
His deepest hungry oceanic green eyes.
Not a hair on his body. Muscular, nimble.
A gentle quiet , yet the most sensual erotic man
I had ever seen. His confidence and gestures
Were such a tease to be so closely paired to a
Zeus in a mans body I loved him the best.
Although he always wore a mask. The allure
If the unknowing. I could only see the eyes.
He barely spoke a word. His body movements
Intertwined with mine. Tangos, waltzes, ballroom
Dances or simply barefoot romps under the moonlight
We synced in every line, gesture,nothing went
Unread.
On the warm wet day in december
I look back at my life and remember
How it was in days gone by
Everyone i loved taken and still i know not why
Years that cant be lived again
Moments gone in a whisp of wind
A tear slips from my eye down my face
Times i wish could be replaced
Each year has swifty sped away
To be replaced with dismal gray
Never having risked too much
Never knowing true loves touch
Always remembering the way pain felt
Dealing with the hand fate dealt
This year not like all the others
I found my heart in the hand of another
I fought hard to steer clear and remain unattached
Little did i know my determination was matched
For you never gave a second thought
To get around my walls you fought
And not just a little but with your all
And you were gone when i felt them fall
When this coming year the day arrives
That on a sparrows wings our hearts take off and flies
When your beautiful smile brings air to these lungs once again
When our lives finally truly begin
You will feel complete in every way
My love will show from within every day
I will strive during the years for you to never need to doubt
You will always know what my mission in life is about
I will hold you tightly as your body and mind recieves its rest
Watching the rise and fall of your chest
Every nite loved no matter our past
The only love destined to last
A mission only to love you unconditionally
For now til infinaity
That is all i want to give to you
Even on the days that are hard to get through
Because baby girl theres nothing you can ever do
That will stop my love for you..
The Poetess......
Suffered in angst and deep loneliness,
As her Jasmine poetry was anew and just growing.
“What good are my poems regarding truthfulness
or honesty?
Against seas of deceitful poems, puff-pretty, bright
glowing?”
The sweet,pre-spring rains came and gave not a
whisp of an answer.
Her soul and stomach did crave some reprise.
“No, no, rest, dear poetess, “words whispered
came in the form of a ballet dancer.
Then..what to do, she most freely wept?
“Stop looking for readers of my poems?”
Ah, a wondrous secret being kept?
“Stop, stop”, the laughing dancer said.
“Each poem you wrote once slept in
the soft bed of your heart.”
“Let it begone, and like a newborn butterfly...
alight with freedom and depart.”
3-15-2022
"all of us are on a journey and the answers are unspoken"
Quote by _Constance La France
Fading into the shadows, a night
Reflecting the past who is remembered
As the quietest moon, the most piercing
Stars, like laughter twinkling across forever,
Reminding the heart that, in time –
We will be together in that happy home
Where the greatest Son makes us His own
Weakening, like the evening sun
Who rises in the morning only to fall
Beneath the dark breath of a dusk
Who is breathing out silence in the spirit,
Awakening wonders who are blessings,
Filling each one with a gentle treasure –
His joy, His grace, His unending faith…
In dying, every leaf from the autumn
Remembers to dance on its way to the earth,
Swaying and swirling a waltz, old-fashioned
Music playing in the wind, fighting each whisp
For the moment when crisp, cool skies
Flash with laughing smiles, echoing truth –
His love will forever abide on the inside of the
Soul who knows Him as Savior, as hope –
He is the light who brings grace to the sun
He is the abiding peace that knows love…
Like this is a love that never ends – this, my friend,
Is a love that reflects the meaning of believing,
The soul’s gentle relief, the healing – that comes to life
On the edge of his garment, because of His sacrifice
Thank God, I know Him – I have eternal life…
Because His light shines on the inside where He abides
Forever and always, my heart’s greatest yearning…
Flowing with praise, satisfaction and sweetest grace!
Writing Challenge A Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
May 15, 2023
took my mind from the safety of my shield
showed me another side of life altogether
freed me from the transient lifestyle that I had grown accustomed to
you introduced me to love
i am forever in your debt
replaced my view of ignorance with a vision of magnificence
renewed the card of my opinion and gave my new philosophies to expound on
sheltered me from the many storms feeding my underconfidence
you introduced me to love
i am forever in your debt
opened my heart and let yourself in with a magical paintbrush
opened the doors of my brain and gave it a much needed pressure wash
opened my eyes to all the extraordinary extravaganzas that i was unfortunately missing
you introduced me to love
you continue to teach me the true meaning of charity and reciprocation
The winter snow and freeze killed everything
I planted in the spring,
Rhododendrons, roses, Hawaii hibiscus
And the bougainvillea orange king.
Parsley, sage and thyme are gone,
Peony and pansies too,
The daisies died and I still sigh
For the loss of primrose blue.
No more azaleas or alyssum,
Passionflower or peppermint,
The coleus did not last nor sassafras,
And goodbye to rosemary’s scent.
And all the leaves on the lemon tree
Look more like a weeping willow,
Sagging sadly as if begging madly
To finally let her go.
But Spring is looming ‘round the bend
And new seeds await good earth,
To come alive in sun-filled skies
And signify life’s worth.
As all things come, and all must go
In a whisp of place and time,
Like flowers and plants in a cosmic dance,
The seasons of life are Sublime.
© Terrell Martin, 01/27/2025