It feels like you are right here with me
Seeming like it’s way more than reality
It just makes me laugh, giggle and smile
Even dance all around and sing for awhile
I’m not referring to being tightly squeezed
When you’re making me feel oh so pleased
Or your sweet lips gently touching mine
Those are the things I do feel all the time
But I can actually see your smiling face
And I really do feel your warm embrace
I can hear your voice with your notions
And making the cute little impersonations
All those little things you do as I recollect
It’s like I have more than anyone can get
My heart stays completely filled with joy
The thoughts are the best place to employ
It matters not whoever else with you may be
No one can have this part of you I hold in me
Every tiny moment that we do share together
Feels like the happiest times of my life ever
So I thank our heavenly Father continually
As this feels like a gift lifting me spiritually
By myself I’m not alone, as a matter of fact
Now please tell me just - How Cool Is That?
Florence McMillian (Flo)
"Come fluttering words,
Come drifting words to me . . .”
Come voices of the flowers
You’re my muse to be
Come tell me of her daydreams
Come tell her deep desires
Come give me just a hint or two
Before my chance expires
Come tell me how her skin feels
As it brushes your pink petals
Come tell me of her beauty
Before my heartbeat settles
Come tell me what she smells like
When she’s that close to you
Come tell me if I have a chance
To win her heart so true
Come tell me what she’s thinking
I pray it is of me
Come voices of the flowers
You’re my muse to be
Mike Dailey 7/17/11 9:44PM
For Constance’s contest – What is she thinking
4th place finish in contest
Here we are, start a fire
Blazing love with desires
Make a wish, send it away
Luck only helps out today
Rife with a conflagration when I am close to you
I could stay forever more held with eternal glue
Nothing is coercing me to make me crave you more
Just let us stay together as you are most adored
Stare into my blood shot eyes
As I lie on the floor in rage,
Nothing reduces my symptoms,
Not one thought takes the edge off,
Thinking myself into sickness
from lack of having my newest addiction,
My stomach turns and tightens inside,
Soon my coughs will become vomit,
Take it away or return it at once
before dizziness takes control,
My head pounds with my pulse
My body shivers from cold sweats
I want it back, I need it back…
As my hands begin to tremor
My vision becomes dreary,
I have flashbacks, I am losing it…
Please, just one more time,
Let me feel its rush, its magic
I need to taste it once more,
It calls to me, it makes me invincible
when the rest seems to be too weak,
Finally, I feel its power enter me
Finally my withdrawals are less vicious
My symptoms disappear as I feel whole
Once more, I can function awhile longer,
Once more, my addiction is in my hands
In my head, in my veins, soothing me,
Yet, it still tastes sweeter,
It still gives me a head rush,
From shaking on the floor, I now rise,
I am finally complete again,
For she has said, “I love you”
H ey girl you remind me of an angel
E mereld your eyes attract me always
A lthough never talked to you but I guess
V ery sweet your voice like chimes of a bell
E vening prayer's chanting from the temple
N ever could I touch your beautiful face
L et me touch its velvetness and caress
Y our angelic face hey my sweet angel.
Two eloping hearts evergreen like equatorial rainforests
entwined in the eternal escalator of love
leaving a trail of lovely lavender fragrance
her touchscreen face tempting him to touch
to caress carelessly and to bring about cascaded tapestry .
And he started caressing her face
Between her two brows his fingers stopped momentarily
Causing her to open her dreamy eyes questionably
Demanding more tip-toeing of his fingers downwards
Eventually his fingers stopped at the softness of her lips.
© kashinath karmakar (8th July 2011)
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Placement: 3rd; (July 2011)
Contest:Aye, Aye,and a Mistress
Sponsor:Debbie Guzzi
Again you are smiling at me,
again the call of lush green tree
turning me a bird flying free,
let me fly in your mind
and look for a nest with much glee,
your love-nest I must find.
© kashinath karmakar (3rd July 2011)
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Placement: 4th;(July 2011)
Contest:Rime Couee
Sponsor:Dr Ram Mehta
Slowly painfully however we have begun the process.
I still wear similar boots at times, but entirely different.
Now instead of protecting a republic they safeguard the things that my previous
boots required me to sacrifice.
Kept me away from and unknowing of.
These new boots don’t run on a moment’s notice to lands far and away.
Yet to a stranger place very much unknown to me.
A place called home. A place called civilian life.
A place where for the first time instead of leading others treasures into harm’s way.
They lead my treasures to the park or yard for a romp in the sandbox.
Always vigilant for a portion of the old boots remain.
Although the new boots need to be broken in. With time that will happen.
I will suffer pains while I adjust from my previous boots.
So now I move forward slightly limping but with a smile on my face. Goodbye my old
friends I must let you go.
For my new boots fit me fine.
Now I must help my children make their own boots from all I have learned from the
old and all I have to learn from the new.
submission for next issue of Mamalode
Topic letting go
Let me in
Here I am, face to my battle
I'm standing until my death
Here I am, face to your heart
Living in it, is my target
Hear my voice and touch me
With the power of your stare
Scan my soul, to see my honesty
Then open your gate and let me in
Just for your love, I'll go to the hell
To fight against the devil to defy
The obstacle that blocks our destiny
Just for your love, I'll get over the spell
I'm spending nights to create verses
I visited the greater romantic poet
To teach me the stategies that I need
To win all your kisses, caresses, sighs
Let me in by loving me like a prince
And I'll love you as my princess
I'll fulfill your heart, I'll be the happiest lover
Let me in, my paradise is into your arms
All the tears i've cried
Were all because you lied
I'm slowly breaking on the inside
And now all of my love has died
You used to be my prince
Until that first time you ever made me wince
You left so many prints
And my hearts been broken ever since
I took a chance with you
And my face ended up black and blue
I thank god everyday now that we"re through
So that I can try move on to someone new
He is my prince
He never makes me wince
Or leaves any prints
and my heart has been better ever since
He always wants to stay
I hear my name when he prays
He makes the nightmares stay at bay
And now I can say I'm looking forward to another day.
I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . .
Green apple,
Is the sweet tender of life
Its taste is as soft as your skin
Its flavor makes me dance as the lullabies of your voice
It crunches like the sound of my heartbeat when I meet you
It makes me high as you make me fly
Red apple,
It shocks me like the beauty of your red cheeks
It dazzles me like your shiny eyes
It dozes me like the scent of your hair
It warms me like your upcoming breath
It greets me like your wide open hands
You play me with your smile
Cripple me with your words
I find myself engulfed in your kindness
Leaving me nothing but death in love
You hold my heart and soul
More precious than all I hold
Though I have nothing, I have all
As you lay in my arms there is
Nothing more that I could ever want.
Happy birthday,
And may the others be too
Live happily as your heart is pure
Smile up high and remember... I'm with you
Forever till I die I will be the other you...
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- Written by, Sami Helbaoui
- Contest, Writing In The Sublime
Perhaps it wasn’t clear
Muddy streaks pollute the water
Purify as you stand within my aura
You got me at a loss for words
Perhaps I could have made it obvious
But no, that’s not my modus operandi
Now I’m sure you look at what I’ve wrote
Now tell me what you have to say
Too true, the rising sun could be you
The truth; I don’t want to be like the others
I won’t just insult you or try to take advantage
I can be your hero, just please say something to me.
Give me more of you
give me all like a flower
my butterfly mind
fluttering for you honey
so unfurl all the petals.
© kashinath karmakar (21st June 2011)
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Love,
You awoke me in Winter's playground,
2006,
Four wind-chapped cheeks brewing with embarrassment,
And twenty fraying fingernail beds.
Reece.
He kissed me under mistletoe
And I cried to my Mummy
When he couldn't find you like you found me.
It wasn't long before you fooled me again.
I thought I caught you, hiding in the pupils of the Devil,
Beneath the honey sheets of Sam's cotton trap,
Who wasn't so sweet in the daylight,
And beneath Saint Valentine's February sun,
Hiding in Jordan's words,
And at the bottom of a bottle,
Left on a beach for the world to see.
I was searching with my eyes closed,
Falling apart,
Falling into the arms of George.
Into your arms.
And at night we were more than naked,
We were transparent.
I could feel each rib again mine,
And see right into the core of his chest.
A pulsating brass mirror.
And you're still here, Love,
Knotting my exhausted veins,
Invading my every thought,
Outstaying your welcome.
How do you explain the feeling
Words seem so inadequate
The waves keep on crashing
Pulsating waves of pleasure
You told me you lost count
Everything feels hot
Tension builds
Pleasure builds
Sensation sharpens and isolates
Your feet are rigid, your toes pointed
You grasp the sheets, tightly
You pull my hair
Screaming sensual lyrics
Reciting erotic prose
It is meant for my ears only
You're over the edge
It feels like you're falling
The waves keep on crashing
Pulsating waves of pleasure
Followed by an exquisite sensation
You look into my eyes
Clutching tightly, grasping
Your breathing is shallow
Your mouth is dry
You feel a tingling sensation
Words seem so inadequate
The look on your face tells me
You've lost count
We're in uncharted territory
Your leg is trembling
You look in my eyes
Shout my name, quietly
You tell me you love me
The waves keep on crashing
Pulsating waves of pleasure
You tell me you've lost count
Confused contentment
You want more
Your leg is trembling, shaking
Suddenly it's over, simultaneously
~Rick Berry
Won't you come on in.....
won't you make my day...
you've got my heart in your hand..
tell me that you're going to stay.
I can't help how I feel
I want to be your man
You've got my heart in your hand
So won't you come on in.
It's all I can stand
I need your love
to give me a lift
So, won't you come on in
won't you make my day.
You mean everything to me
you're the sunshine in my life.
The smell of your hair
the touch of your lips
send me to paradise,
so, won't you come on in
won't you make my day.
The thought of your leaving
the loss of your smile
and the touch of your lips
is more than I can stand
so, won't you come on in
won't you make my day.
Won't you come on in.....
won't you make my day...
you've got my heart in your hand..
tell me that you're going to stay.
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