God’s omnipresence
obviously motionless ~
manifests heartbeats
Wind grieves, singing her song to the twilight
Breathing stories of a distant sun,
Pulsating poetry in rhythms of blue blessings,
Touching the night the way hope sighs
Erasing the silence and coloring the still
With a whisper, misty eyed and effervescent.
subtle pulsating space,
get your finger out of my face,
shimmering dimness and the light in between,
he appeared quickly but did not go fast
I knew too well a spell had fell,
Putin I'm not disputin', Trump I got over the hump of you,
Musk you have an elephant's tusk, red headed triplets need
never to despair, well I ain't mentionin' the other that was
in the room out of thin air. He was always too small to make a call.
Tiny bubbles os pain, wishing instead it were champagne.
Did I really go crazy? High and lows together or birds of a feather flock together? Well, we are all the same.
Victorian society ways that go back to the cave. There is more than one way to skin a cat ..
where cats are bigger and I never would've gotten called a
...
Music fills my heart and embodies my soul
The sounds vibrate it's rock and roll
The band brings me back to days gone by
We are urged to sing along we must comply
The ground begins to shake as people start to dance
Bodies sway back and forth as off in a trance
I feel like I have been transported back in time
Bringing back the old moves it is time to shine
For just this moment my youth reappears
The pulsating sound of music to my ears
The last song is about to be played
To be stored in my memory for another day
Hungry and bleary-eyed
I lie on my bed late in the afternoon.
Rain pitter-patters on my window panes,
Thunder rumbles overhead.
A half darkness envelops the room.
I wish to sleep but repose eludes me.
An enigmatic discomfort prevails.
I ponder on my desperate ventures
to capture your elusive heart.
Where did I go wrong?
My memory's gone, I can't discern
What blunders I've gone and done.
I know there was pain, and worry;
but there was love too.
Great love, too much love
Perhaps too much? Surely not too little!
Which is why I feel sick.
Who knows if this will pass,
And pass soon for I am nothing,
An empty sphere without you,
But it's all right. I'll try to survive.
But for love's sake, please stop the singing!
Delete those romantic lullabies.
I suffocate. I'm drowning in my love for you.
The world is spinning! Hear instead
The pulsating rhythm of my heart.
Pulsating garden
cultivated in the heart
through poetic veins
She visits but she won’t stay long
Though where she goes to, no-one knows
My words all seem to come out wrong
As she departs and takes my prose
I like to think
I’m saving ink
It’s clear in me she does belong
My notions won’t form nice neat Rows
Was not our symbiosis strong
As slow she comes and quick she goes
The empty page…
It’s all the rage
15 June 2022
Contest: Posie Poetry
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Blazing torches hearts are pulsing in sequence,
A throbbing heart that was evidently struck.
Consciousness made the ultimate sacrifice,
What a groovy way to honor the demon's sunk.
A throbbing heart that was evidently struck,
My presence will be embraced with a haven.
What a groovy way to honor the demon's sunk,
In close zone to a rushing river in the garden.
My presence will be embraced with a haven,
Predators, both animal, and avian, squabble.
In a close zone to a rushing river in the garden,
My mind wandered aimlessly among faunal.
Predators, both animal, and avian, squabble,
Joining in the period that nature was having.
My mind wandered aimlessly among faunal,
Meet under the shiel of this spot for resting.
Joining in the period that nature was having,
Consciousness made the ultimate sacrifice.
Meet under the shiel of this spot for resting,
Blazing torches hearts are pulsing in sequence.
Written: May 23, 2022
his excited bright eyes, his laughter,
the puckish way he draws me in.
the moonspun prize he sought after —
roses, champagne, candlelight…he wins.
dawn in afterglow, birdsong on breeze,
silent shadows billowing…lovers drowning in
two cups of coffee…bright-zanthous trees
in morning sun, yawning leaves, bare skin.
salutations of solitude cleaving,
breath to breath, before unbridling the door.
perch of our souls, pulsating sigh, weaving
its ebb and flow climax to the shore.
7/10/2021
What Makes You Sigh
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I hear music. It's quite blusic, whining sax's that won't betray. I hear drumming, guitar's strumming, as my body begins to sway. It's my thermometer, my musical barometer, the pulsating rhythms that begin each day. I hear music. It's quite blusic and I pray that it's here to stay
Feel my kiss upon your spine.
Surge of tiny tingles twist & twine.
Neatly Wraps around securely thine
Pulsating rhythms to match the time,
The Beating of our hearts steady chime.
Touch me touching you from afar divide
Pleasing you there is my greatest pride
See thy name written within my notes
private statements I secretly wrote
To share with me, myself, and I
From this day on until I die
*
The touch of her hand
Moving slowly up my thigh
Lifting my boxer
Starts a delicious craving
Her eyes look over every inch of my body
My heart is racing
I can hear it beating in my ears
I crave much more
But don't want to ask
She takes her time teasing me
Tempting with each touch
Her fingers now massaging my dick
My breath is like a yawn
As she covers my mouth with hers
Moving her body upon mine
Pulsating blood rushes through my body
Bubbling with desire
Moans escape our passion
Beads of sweat run slowly between my chest
Her heap of breast heaving
Then sweet sensual climax
Takes us to a paradise
Leaving our bodies
In spectacular satisfaction
Squirming
Desiring another round
Bamgboye Stephen T.
Pulsating and Waiting
From so many sins my soul is pulsating;
Should have stopped or was hesitating;
Patience exert,
And no one hurt;
God in heaven for me will be waiting.
Jim Horn
Buoyant heart of colors pulsating in silence
pleasant sensational views of Mother Nature
boundless insight of wisdom speaks clearly
let’s feel the rhythm with purified sensation
praise the great Creator’s art on earthly world
smile with the respiration of His beauties
In the cavernous mind
a thought becomes
redundant.
You go straight for a snakeroot.
A flat cluster of white flowers
spurs a stigma
at the white moon
for floating rumors.
This was my native pain
of brilliant tapestry.
The threads had a weaver’s knot
of rare beliefs.
Satish Verma
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