stones hold heat,
even after dusk~
simple proof
that some things
keep what the day once offered,
without saying so
Deep pressure, two hearts beating as one,
time stands stil, no sounds you hear, just two dear friends, lovers, their breath still….their hearts are slowing..
A embrace of two humans. God made us for this very human connection, without it, we are dead, close your eyes, hold your breath.
It’s the very thing that calms our fears, stress just melts away, even Jesus embraced his friends, why we don’t do this more is beyond me.
The hug,
Two arms around your shoulders,
Tightly squeezed
No words needed ….
Friends reunited.. tears are unleashed from deep within their soul,
Must we hold it in,
Friends who have been hurt,
Misunderstandings, harsh words were said,
A hug says everything words cannot.
A hug
when to let go,
let the other person decide,
one last squeeze, eye contact says it all,
the hug it will last a lifetime, two hearts, the soul is locked together as one..
Puerto Ric-O
I am h-Ome at
last, O-h I'm blest.
San Juan is stil-L
so a-Live like
mobi-Le peppers.
We are stil here musing toying
about frolicking throughout
the galaxy only he and I can
muster up the courage to
devour life's simple pleasures
crafted and so well hidden
a little bit of heaven on earth
that we share like freshest
peaches on a lazy river he
and i humming my favorite
songs somewhere beyond
the sea somewhere over
the rainbow colorful hearts
pour from the sky splashing
us beneath the sun rays as
we run for cover between
colorful hues dazzled by day
by night singing the blues
he and I are the only ones left
alive all our troubles has gone
leaving us here right here
right now we are still here
Suffused with sunburst horizon’s spectral galE,
Unfurling the placid petals, the fiery floral sheeN,
Never droops while leaning toward the sun hoT,
Floats on flamboyant flow of mesmeric mirtH,
Lighting up your lively face I see shimmeR
On the rush of golden glow of sunflower aurA.
Wandering in wasteland under the cloudy sky stilL,
Enthralled, the flash of your hidden sun I feeL
Reflected in my heart as the radiance of blisS.
Verdant Amazon love birds are smitten with each other
They look enough alive to be twin sister and brother
Their song is in unison, a lovely, loving, lovable trill.
If I am right, this happy twosome is in the Amazon stil
She told me that she don’t want something normal,
She wanted magic,
and i wrote for her verses of stars,
painted the sea, and under the moonlight, i gave her the magic of a kiss.
I made thousands of kilometers disappear,
and in a single winter night we gifted each other the four seasons of feelings,
in a symphony of bodies,
where every shiver was a note
raised to a sol maggior by heavy lusts of breaths,
with drops of sweat,
that poured over our lips.
Then she asked me to dissapear,
and I…dissapeared.
This was my greatest magic,
while she…is stil searching for the magic.
Normal was not for her.
Half the heart was mine,
But whole was yours,
You ignored my endeavours,
Everything was still fine.
You stopped to hear,
What I had to say, my dear.
You resigned without saying,
But, I still wanted to hear.
You paid no attention,
To my unending efforts of interaction.
You just kept quiet,
Better would have been an endearing fight.
I will still wait for you to come back,
Till my heart cracks,
And breaks into two,
Stil, half is me and whole will be you.
A 6th century poet Sappho
wrote verse on the Isle of Lesbo
Creating a genre called Saphics
the of which stil exists
One damaged cell can divide until it kills.
For in the end we pay the rich man’s bills.
The air polluted ravages and maims
Now it’s cruelly late to curse and blame
Oh sister how we played with our dolls’ prams
In our industrial town there were no lambs.
No sheep could safely graze in smokey streets.
No lark would rise amazed, the dawn to greet.
For you my sister breathed in that bad air
We hear the tread, the foot steps on the stair.
So patient stil, I wish that you would shout.
From your eye I see one tear fall out.
My single sister I can see your pain
Your lips are dry you cough and cough again.
Your mouth is hurting so you cannot eat.
And on the telephone you barely speak
In the world some million others groan
Yes we’re fragile merely flesh and bone
Even so the tears run in my sleep.
Into my face these tears will slowly seep.
I didn’t grasp at first that she would die
And leave me here alone to curse and cry
Hold me in your arms my kindly friends.
From your touch a little peace descends
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I could unravel the layers of my skin like a butterfly and still not be vulnerable enough for you
Remove all my feathers yet stil be able to fly
And still be impenetrable to you
I could stitch and sew and insert all that I know into a cloth that creates a coat. ...
Yet I wouldn't have the thread... or the space in my head to know that I'd always be warm
I stood silent, gazing at the dilapidated walls of this beaten up edifice,
Stiff and frozen, I could see the colours were fading, no sheen, no grace,
The green leaves of the older trees, masking the mature walls with deep furrows,
The rain, insignificantly, left behind a blemish, still beauty could not vitate.
The aged worn out castle still sings lullaby for the little girl in me,
The cool wrap of that long lost full moon, stil lulls me to sleep,
The memories of the adolescence, the cheer on the pink face,
I stood silent, bedraggled feet, heart heavy, eyes drooping to weep.
.
My neighbor's orange pumpkin patch
seems so spooky and 'very scary' from my veranda.
A black cat cardboard cutout 'will still' give me a thrill
if provocatively poised perfectly still.
Kids love movies; oft dressing up as Rambo
or Robin Hood, complete with a gun or bow and arrow.
Halloween is a 'fright night' celebration for any age,
and bogeyman costumes are all the rage,
but if they give me the heebie-jeebies, I won't let them in.
(Verse)
09/03/2022
The A's Have It Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
This One — Like a Child
Like a child — one of those
Running
To greet Jesus — I find
Still in a part of my heart —
The child-me
Stil smiles, and
Still wishes upon
Her first-seen blinking beams
Of our Earth’s star rising every day.
It is that child-me I can find
Still dwelling within,
Who accepts life’s trials
Knowing God’s blessing
Of the strength to survive;
Who discovers in each day
The reasons to dance;
Who finds in the lines of
My drawings some places to play;
Who helps me to hear whispered words
Rising from the deepest well of poetry;
And who — as I drift into sleep —
Will recount for me the stories
Jesus told about lions and lambs.
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Thanks be to God
(c) sally young eslinger 6/29/22
Sorry, Not a contest entry…I could’nt resist the Prompt at 3 a.m. today
Life without You
Life without a friend
Is almost like clouds without rain
Life without you just wouldn't go right
And I won’t be able to get through each day and night
When times are tough in my life here
It has brightened my days just knowing you care
You magnify my happiness when I'm glad
You help me heal my wound whenever I am sad
Being with you is just like accompanying the sea
Shores that touch me and I feel glee
When my world is ful of lies
The truth is handed only through your eyes
Albeit, you know I’m steady
But you're stil ready
For if I fall sometime
You give your back to keep as mine
For there are no goodbyes
Bonding stays cemented for miles
Knowing that you’re always beside
And what your words describe
Everytime giving me a surprise
And remembering that blissful moment when you smiled
The sun actually rise
Befriending with the pines
Tears pouring off those cheeks,
Also after reading your letters a hundred times!
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