STIMULATED SENSATIONS
contrasting
vivid
&
realigned
with
exalted
sentiments
among
sublime
delightful
panoramic
wonders
to
thrill
with
aesthetic
response
offering
valuable
insights
linking
endless
bristling
....metaphorical
energy
Sizzling hot this passionate fire.
Whispers of erotic desire.
Ecstasy the cards that are dealt;
entice sensations to be felt.
Tantalizing dreams will inspire.
Sweet is the honey that's flowing.
Enjoyment of touches showing.
Nerves tingling with every caress,
soft and slow, each done with finesse.
Addiction to pleasure's growing.
Tempting and teasing with delight.
Indulging thrills that will excite.
Obsessions of lust perfected,
never-ending bliss infected.
Our love is consummated this night.
an endless sea of joy and peace on the horizon, so I weep
my nostrils whiff a bouquet of grace and glory, gracious scents
I hear the wonder in wonderful being written by the birds of morning
My mouth feels textures, trembles as cinnamon breaths courage
there is the briefest knowledge of light when I embrace a friend
The light of my soul is impressed by the sanctity of angel’s quiet glow
whispers silent pass
shadows rise whispering
memories fade pitch
•
whispered image sway
human desires in mist
sensations whistle
•
evening tide is here
dogs growl in whispers to moon
she washes red roof
•
whispered moments soft
infinity at day’s end
sighs cannot whisper
•
whispers disappears
to abyss from whence it rose
being grains of truth
•
whispering clouds float
shadows dance along brain cells
into new atoms
•
unspeakable words
ancient silence ignite clouds
whispers feed the dogs
•
"Though all have endless love within, many feel they have none until external love shows as fantasies contend." ~~ Poet
I thought I knew love’s emotional pallet,
then you gathered me in passions ballad
and my sureness tossed in kinetic transport.
In your embrace, all I knew became unglued.
Such an amazing, glorious sensation
increased its revelation because your known
was equally thrown, richly altered just as my own.
Times like now, our desires seek declaration
from our mutual flames celebration
of romantic love we both hold as a blessing.
You say our love is so tenderly strong, it is truly poetic.
Tonight, as your lips tantalize mine until intoxicated,
the entire world fades away unrealized ~
only we exist inside a shared bliss that enthralls.
Again, and once more, I always seek your lips for kisses
I adore while wishing all were reality, not my fantasies
creating a sedating escape from the unrequited
love I am always bleeding. It is silent kisses
and all my other pretendings that keep
what never started from
ever ending.
"And my thoughts are all sensations"
And my sensations are all my thoughts.
The sun controls the moon,
and the moon controls me.
She said she was a she/they/we,
and we just laughed. Not
her we, just us.
And my thoughts are all sensations,
we'll only ever be as smart as your sun.
But the sun controls the moon,
and the moon controls we.
You've heard this before, haven't you?
And my sensations are all my thoughts,
arbitrary thoughts, facetious thoughts,
as we see my body walking into the ocean,
but we're only on dry sand, dry land,
with a pen in our hand
writing down the same words,
over and over again -
Sensations of Love
4/25/2025
The glow of love from those emerald eyes!
Rich bubbles, do throb, in my veins all day.
How can I even ponder, writing a poem at all!
When all I can hear, is your heart’s intense call?
I no longer mck about, asking useless whys!
With you, as my forever ~ ‘tis hopeless to try.
Only the sweetest future, ever in intensity counts!
As cosmic rhythms, in me, bubble warmly and mount.
Quote: “Lenses grant vision, perspectives determine what we see.” Poet
As faith confirmers, glorious, color-chorused rainbows caress.
Brilliant beauty as fresh delivered through Heaven’s gate,
brightens human hopes, uplifting faith to further radiate.
Sensations sparkling gloriously bright as any God made jewel
grants elation promises that soothe any doubts man may mutter.
For many, rainbows are a visual grabber, seeing faith further congealed.
Those lacking even faith’s shadow, view rain as the subject matter.
In The Moment…
I’m elevated and aroused, doused in scenic sensations
Tickling my ears are the sounds of vermilions chirping
Jasmine incense redolence pure pleasance
The lasting impressions of a passerby’s stirring smile
while waving back at the doe-eyed carefree child
Ethereal poetic musings
create celestial visions,
like a gymnastic athlete
with lively coloured ribbons,
renewing life as circles of light
swirl into exotic symbols.
Lights flicker as cameras
flash to perpetuate the scene,
holding spectators captive
with astounding imagery.
Celestial visions overwhelm
sensations ne’er forgotten.
Especially when she hugged him
And kissed him over and over again.
Till I wake up. Was it a dream?
Or was it just a sensation?
love is a biscuit –
spread with jam or dunked in tea
according to mood//
love is a hairnet
catches stray strands to hold them
gently, and softly//
love is a mirror
reflected affinity
in each other’s eyes//
love is a window;
look inside; you see your soul –
look out, see the world//
love is an apple
make apple pies or cider –
it’s your decision//
love is an orange;
squeeze out the last single drop
then make candied peel//
love’s a banana –
yellow outside, white inside
feisty yet tender//
love’s a bicycle
two wheels moving in tandem
like kindred spirits//
love’s a tangerine –
easy-peel, many segments
fragrant smell lingers//
I like the way he takes that car
and makes it howl with such a yowl.
Some guys like to drive from A to B.
They keep it simple.
Others never notice how many see,
gaze at their wheels, their roofs, their doors.
But this one experiences the strangest of sensations.
What is he feeling as he takes that car,
making it yowl with such a howl?
His very gut reacts with strange and wacky whizz.
He goes from A to Z and back.
What an experience!
He gives such a strange ululation!
What, oh what, a sensation!
(16 Sep 2023)
There is beauty in your absence
there is greatness in your silence
there is pain in your wishes
In your innards, there are dreams
Poetry and you are synonymous
I am synonymous with love
how I love you both.
Poetry is a susurrus
that tickles the nooks
and crannies of resourcefulness
every recourse, every nook
and cranny, and life itself
the shadow lives inside me
an almost flawless replica.
It moves when she moves
smiles when she smiles
all is well, a shadow says
shadows from the past
stretch longer when the sun sets.
Weaning from the breast
of grief and tears
becomes starker and harsher
Mother, you are long gone
yet in the fading light
I suckle on your memories.
5th place contest winner
Written: January 28, 2023
Your Pick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
exquisite effervescence surfaces dreamily
glittering pearls flickering tinges from
the sunlights caste
admiring change
through chocolate eyes
and hungry hearts
to submerge in pure water
with unbridled zest
Rivers and parks
love and sparks
something about you
this time around
7th heaven silkwood
night flight cool down
Still lovin' you
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