Besotted, ensnared and diverged thy pupil
Dilate the ache 'pon holy gate
Sewn son to sun of love'n marred and married gait
Palpate the touch o'titular chance
Kiss'd and carresed thy senile smile
Tipped'n tallied bashful sway, to fall
Away, and away, eyes to 'ssemble
And resemble the semblance of valour and holy hour
Mine to my own, to pitiful ponder
Shone Sun to shine 'pon th'drought of moon wept wonder
Sullied sultry shout yonder, and o'er the wind swept chimes
Of chortl'd laugh, and Sun sung sonnets
T'lay a kiss t'stain, and eclipse within th'sky.
Dearest, and dire to die for, Sun of mine.
Categories:
palpate, desire, fate,
Form: Sonnet
They come to us, both young and old,
Plagued by ailments, manifold.
Suffering obvious in their eyes,
Thinking, am I soon to die?
Tortured, plaintive souls outreaching,
Voices that are so beseeching.
A kindly word of reassurance,
Gentle touch, and calming presence,
Are so soothing and bring a smile;
The patient happy for a while!
As we listen to their complaints,
Without hindrance or restraint.
Acumen of many years,
Earned by dint of sweat and tears,
Guides us as we auscultate,
Ever so gently then palpate.
We reach a possible diagnosis,
Order tests to support this.
Surgery or medication as required,
The patient cured, as we desired.
The happiness and gratitude,
A smile of immense magnitude,
Are the greatest gifts that we desire;
Keep alight the inner fire.
May the staff of Aesculapius,
Forever be there to guide us.
May we forever serve humanity
With God's grace and humility.
Categories:
palpate, dedication, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
If I could, I would trade you my eyes
Cause you should see you with the clearness of mine
Things your tainted image couldn’t imagine you’d see
Cause I’m half the man you would be, if you were me
There’s lots of things you’ve yet to understand
But I know you could if you took my hand
Let me have a chance to show you what life can be
Take another chance and consider a life with me
Teach me more about you, I long to look into your eyes
I don’t want to be filled with anxiety or guilt
just embrace your beauty and let my heart wilt
Palpate your hand on my chest as you drift off to my heartbeat
In that moment I had no emotion to excrete
I wish I could re-live that year on repeat
Even just to experience us as a whole, complete
My soul would reach no further solace
Nothing in my world more flawless
You’re still the love of my life
Your love the supersede to my strife
Categories:
palpate, 12th grade, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
Cutoff the strike!
Cutoff the strike of love!
Adam's sperm says cutoff the strike!
Adam's sperm perpetually deems of life,
Minus eve's zygote.
You are the MARTHA that BERTHA,
My heart.
Love is in the heart not the brain,
Where death is the bridge between
MARTHA and MATHIAS.
The enfeebled heart calls for support
Where will love be without live?
And where will life be without love?
My effete heart need your,
Spontaneous palpate to be stalwart
Love does not love when love is lost
Cutoff the strike for the sake of love.
Categories:
palpate, romantic, sad love,
Form: Romanticism
We treaded beneath the harvest moon
cursing the viper beneath the hideous act
that had left a man gibbering "Ave Maria",
too frightened to predecease his age mates
he lay lifeless on his death bed
a cosy platform made of fine bamboo
and his eyes spinned as if in a hex
drum beats acclaimed our arrival
at the abode of Sango the wizard of wizards
of course we had with us a black heifer,
snout enough to entice the gods
we entered the rounded hut willy-nilly
and quietly we fell on a Columbus skin
the accustomed comfort for the doctor's guests
the famed hermit displayed his aptitude
arrayed in mysterious amulets he looked creepy
and sure indeed our ticks palpitated
dancing in circles marked the preliminaries
before moving on to palpate,
his already awe-stricken patient
slowly the patient was made to gulp
a mysterious potion from Sango's secret recipe
which we all thought tasted like tonic water
that was one of our visit to a warlock
and sure enough it proved fruitful
for the patient -that- was lives to tell
of how magic had beat science
Categories:
palpate, magic,
Form: Narrative
stand next to the fire
feel the flame
watch the smoke
rising higher and higher
look into the heart
of this white hot inferno
as you palpate
that sweet, sweet release
Categories:
palpate, love
Form: Free verse