Passion On The Other Hand Poems

If Thou take not our hands,
and feet,
our bodies
hosting ghostly minds,
our organic inside lives
flowing out emphatic love

We will continue to fail,
to fear,
to feel tired,
retired,
weary,
untreaded,
worn.

When I try...

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For the contest "This or That" set by Edward Ibeh



These charming chimes of chaste memoirs
of "us" tinkle,
making me recall the moment
your river of periwinkle passion...

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The way she was standing 
So open ended 

The power she holds in just a glance 
I checked the notary with dexterity 
and the line...

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Be
careful
setting off
my wild magic,
it lacks a center;
The storm flails everywhere,
emotions like a whirlpool;
Passion is the dark and the light,
there's a fine line to keep the...

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I write my cursive words on you
deft fingertips and shades of blue
the place those phrases lead me to
your arbors open for me
their petals, soft, adore...

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its a kilt and not a quilt we are free dangling souls

not out of kilter for we value balance and freedom

there is no hidden agenda...

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Poem One: Inspired by my reading of -Lady Labyrinth's---magnificent

poem ,  "Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness"

 (1.)  Poem One

Seeking The Boundaries Of Love's...

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Breathing light
Across the darkest night
With whispers of joy
Filling the heart and soul
With a dance of kindness
In hues of lavender
With the miracle of love
Soothing dreams
Awakening feelings
Freeing...

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The painting spoke of the artist's love.
Each brush stroke a caress.
What secrets the artist was thinking of.
Appeared on his canvas with skill to impress.

Soft muted...

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Sweat drips from little dust covered faces in the grim back-alley factories

No time for rites of passage other than fingers nimble enough to spin and

Balance...

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When passion strikes
I fight, to write
I run until
No ones in sight

And even still 
I always feel
Exposed, afraid 
That’s my deal

My burning chest 
It’s how I’m...

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There

Your hand
That exquisite, sexy little hand
I reach, oh so slowly
My index finger extended lazily

But with enigmatic intent and subtle grace
(Like Michelangelo's Adam on the Sistine...

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I sometimes wonder where did it all go,
the clarity and fire of ten long years ago.
When all was a passion, when all seemed unfurled,
and nothing...

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Walking past each other and just by chance
My heart skips a beat and my knees turn weak
Your eyes lock with mine in a fleeting glance
In...

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For Thy Hand, This Romantic Letter Sent
  (In Collaboration with Keith O. J. Hunt)

Always this, your dainty hand was most desirous goal
Depths of love,...

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