Like the scent of springtime lilacs
You're sweet perfumery
Like an ocean mist in summer
You wash right over me
Like a sudden rain in autumn
You cool my passion's flame
Like a soughing wind in winter
You gust your lovely name
Categories:
soughing, i love you, love,
Form: Rhyme
Love often comes when least expected
And from the most unexpected places.
A smile,
A touch,
A promise of tomorrow,
A fleeting word on the wings of a soughing breeze
Taking you to never dreamed of places.
Accept this gift as graciously as you can,
Nurture and protect it,
It just as often never comes again.
Categories:
soughing, love,
Form: Free verse
The summer of great outdoors
Has become the winter of discontent.
Families hunkering down indoors,
Tring to find various ways to be content.
Damage of economic uncertainty,
I rather have muddy boots to clean.
And reasons to live and think positively.
Before the cold winter froze my dream.
Tapping into those demons beyond the remit
There is emotional privacy creating space.
Linked family and friend’s intimate closet,
Estate, separate and safe, a kind time waste.
A path less taken to the peak of intent,
The new belief of seeing around corners.
Being heroic in the winter of discontent,
We find ourselves asleep with desires.
What visions mean to change our course
From oceans dragging the world under.
Soughing waves gasp for breathless pause,
Awaken to find darker things in the hour.
We feel the darkness invading our soul.
Fear, anger, and blame, waiting to explode.
Doubt held the reins balancing the world,
All sides of the human condition grow cold.
Categories:
soughing, anxiety, dark, emotions, identity,
Form: Dramatic Verse
When the wicked aired commercials
they never thought they'd watch.
Till they all became intriqued
and failed to see the botch.
When they all went on to shopping
and no one really cared.
As their lust for making money
meant much more work despaired.
And their greed became more desperate
as their products grew more cheap.
And they raised their prices higher
as their stuff broke down in heap.
And the Earth became polluted
as the wicked gave comply.
And their leaders earned our praises
where the deaths of all apply.
And the Devil stood there waiting
for the world to be as one.
When he offered us our freedom
to which we'd all succumb.
Categories:
soughing, abuse, analogy, corruption, death,
Form: Quatrain
So beautiful and dangerous
The Cecilia lion of the firestorm
Setting sexualized minds ablaze
A lioness with a gentle touch
What would you do to engage with this minx
Would you kneel, pleasure her on your knees
Playing a free spirit's tune
Inhaling the scent of jasmine and sex
Laying down in her domain, her humble abode
Burning deep within, melting in ecstasy
A living flame, hot to the touch
An incarnate of luring pulchritude
Serving to ignite this burning inclination
Cecilia Lion has been glazed in torridness
She wears her erotic tendencies gracefully, sexually, and beautifully
More stunning the more I hanker for her
Her assets full and bright
Canting to hear her soughing
Lioness bears her claws
She becomes undone
Not wanting to be silent
To make love under the gold of a crimson hue, that would be wondrous
Mained and copulated by this carnivora
Beastia of the venereal tropic plains
Aggressive, to snuff out my libidinous
Succumbing to the Cecilia Lion's design
Categories:
soughing, lust, sexy,
Form: Free verse
The war had started
The soldiers had been carted
There was a sudden silence
As a shadow of death arrived
Everyone wished that there
Partner would stay alive
From dusk till dawn
People did mourn
About his or her partners death
At the battlefields there was the last breath.
Wishing bombs dropped from the sky
Clouds of dust rise up high
Innocent people run for cover
The fear of death makes them shudder
The endless rattle of bullets at night
While the living pray to see daylight
The swords are as sharp as an icy gust
They will cut you in half if they must.
No doubt they will soon get well
But those soldiers that survive
Will be servile scared
For what they have done
Would surly end them soon
If not now then in the new moon
People try to stay alive
But most of them might die
Some of them will cry because of loss
Most of them will give up and loose hope in life
If you have to go back in time
You will here a lot
Of screaming and soughing
Crying and wining because of
Pain, loss, anger and sadness
Most of them died because of war
And some of them died because of
The outcome of the mind confusion
Beating on them day by day.
Categories:
soughing, death, fear, sad, war,
Form: I do not know?
I marvel at this little boy
His very presence brings me joy
So dainty, fragile, and serene
At last, a grandson I have seen
I contemplate his tight closed eyes
His gentle soft and soughing sighs
His cutest little button nose
As he slumbers sweetly in repose
I feel the down beneath my touch
And though there isn’t very much
His soft and silky baby hair
Is like his mother’s, light and fair
I wonder what the future holds
In years to come, as life unfolds
For this, my daughter’s new born son
A brand new life that’s just begun
I speculate what he might be
And hope that I might live to see
When he becomes a full grown man
He’ll strive to be the best he can
August 2011
Categories:
soughing, happiness, life, Grandson, ,
Form: Light Verse
The wind is now a soughing sigh,
Smoke is slowly drifting.
Devastation meets the eye.
Home burned down,
Chimney standing.
Possums gone, fate unknown,
Snakes are dead, birds have flown.
Bush destroyed, and trees, devoid
of green leaves, bare.
While all around, the empty sound
of nothing living there.
Within the heat of raging flame
gumnut shells have broken.
The fire did its worst, yet best,
the nuts will grow and so attest
that nature's voice has spoken.
Beneath the layer of fertile ash
Those hardy seeds remain.
Until one day they surge and push
and green once more will clothe the bush,
as growth begins again.
Categories:
soughing, naturegreen,
Form: Rhyme