Beautiful moments
Are meant for dove
Beautiful comments
Are meant for love.
Someone walk away
For their interest
Someone back to sway
For their love feast.
Seldom mistaken
A besotted bloke in New York
In love taken and shaken
Dreaming of an infatuation stroke
Bakes in his mind
A love niche his heart to gladden
Despite the labour grind
Of the love burden
Strutting his manifesto
Under a moonlight in a tryst
That delights his toe
To roll out a love feast
The bloke splurges
In honour of the damsel of his dreams
As time essence urges
Celerity in streams
Galvanized in his desire to capture
The damsel
Who his thoughts and feelings rapture
As though she were a gazelle
Swimming at the deep end of the swimming pool
In his heart
From which only he could be the fool
To depart
Heart on fire
Mind in flight
Imagination for hire
On the crucial night
When his emotional skills on test
Ought to gather
Opportunities in haste
On suds of love lather
In consonance with the promise
The bloke made to himself
The damsel to kiss
To delight the damsel’s self
Alas! Damsel repels
Advances made
In love pails
Her sanctity the damsel won’t trade or degrade.
The day was Wednesday, May 20th, 2015
A day that seemed like all others
But for one major difference, I'll now explain
An uncredible coincidence was uncovered
Two friends on the Soup wrote each other a poem
Extolling their deep mutual love
A love that surely must be written in the stars
Fitting like the old hand in glove
Since this magical happening, I've yet to recover
My old mind is still in a whirl
To imagine a friendship as deep as an ocean
Like the first love of boy and girl
Although our ages are many decades apart
Seems not to matter in the least
This truly blessed union of two loving souls
Is a sweet and tender love feast
Time will help me recover from this event
Surely it was meant to occur
This melding of two souls was written in the stars
Sending our two hearts in a whirl
© Jack Ellison 2015
I so loved Mister Pigo the pig
It was not at all infra dig
A Man and a beast
On a great love feast
joked jigged and rode in a gig
ANCHORITE AT THE GATE OF HEAVEN
Not heeding brute reality, nor matter’s bane
I kneel at the door of heaven, a suppliant,
Transcribing words of wisdom, like the rain
On wild flowers; the garden’s hierophant:
Anointed, a habit on my body’s beauty
I lie in the threshold of my tryst with God -
The first flight from earth being my duty
Becoming His perfect mean and golden rod,
I cool my heels in a dank, dark cell
Where half-light becomes my element
God’s plenty in motes, with the music of the bell
A love feast of the penitent.
I rise on wings of thankfulness and praise,
Sing out in silence the glory of His ways.
from IN MEMORY OF HER 2008
The itch of you, deeply,
beneath, surface, rises quickly,
to scratch, The anxiety of it all,
trembles my bones, Like an
acid Tripp, gone wild, not Jerry
Springer, It's craziness is much
more, as it breaks ICE, wanting
every inch of your body,{Dark
Chocolate}, like A Mid~Night
snack, going once, Going twice,
I can't resist going in, So eager
to, HOT IT, ATTACK IT, Not
STOPING, Loving My LOVER,
FIT TO A GLOVE, Flying WHITE
DOVES, As it Thickened to
open, 360' Rotationally
Collapsing, Hard as BRICKS,
Where We smoothly, KNOCK,
KNOCK, KNOCK, the
headboard, LOUDLY, waking
the BLOCK, with deeper
MOANS, For this Nuclear
Explosion LOVE FEAST, will
Certanially be CONSUMED,
with Down Pour,
because you are that Sweet,
Sweet-er, and Sweetest
Sensation, I will ever get times
THREE,,,, Sharing The same
OXYGEN, as we Touch noses,
connecting LIPS, Closely
together..... Piercing nipples
tightly against the chest....Breathing
Heavily with exhaustion. For
This is A passion, with no lust, for
it is an ultimate stare down to A true
beginning....
Entered in Good Enough contest,
Sponsored by: Sandy Ivy Davis
Carma Reed
10-23-12
Love feast by Steven Hudson
I have looked upon too many scarred, sullen and hard faces these many days.
Loud, crude, gruff men who take and push and fight.
This ship has run its course, sleepless, tossed about,
Every port and harbor, sea and foreign land.
My companions smell and to look at them would make you turn down.
I’m pretty sure I have a tapeworm and my piss is the wrong color.
So my love, when here at last I see your face,
You’re smile, piercing eyes, and silky long hair,
To gaze at you now is a love feast to behold,
And from now and forever you will always be…..
The most captivating golden retriever I have ever seen.
THE LOVE FEAST
I saw the Sun rise from the South
And I knew something was fishy
He winked and beckoned at me
And that confirmed my fears.
Where did you sleep last night
And where did you keep your fright?
Why did you rise from the South
With promise for a cool day?
‘I was awake all through the night
Rejoicing as a butterfly
And surprising as it may sound to thee
No scorching today shall be’
What makes you smile today?
What makes your coming unusual?
Whatever made you rejoice?
What have you to say to this?
At this he glowed and warmly said
‘Prepare your heart my young friend
For time soon will come
When those who are ready will be called
To join the train that leads to Heaven.
‘’T’is a place of eternal rest
Where I need not be
For god’s glory shines in the land
Through the face of Him who owns the city.
‘So I smiled so graciously
For this I know with surety
That when in God’s glory you forever rest
I will be back to where I’m from’
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