The intimacy of knowing your body
as well as I know my own…
The unspoken permission
to touch with my hands,
to feel with my lips,
my tongue,
to move upon and explore
the most secret of places,
witness the most intimate functions.
Your salty sweat is delicious,
your saliva is like fine wine.
Each pale hair that covers you
deserves attention and devotion.
I want to taste the words
that spill from your lips as you speak,
taste the flavor of my name on your mouth.
I want to crawl inside of you,
as if you had a uterus
and it could be the womb
where I suck my thumb,
secure and safe.
To know you as intimately as I know myself,
and to peek in at your thoughts…
to seek and find that hidden place
where your soul resides!
I would that I could lay seige
to the shelter that succors your naked,
vulnerable soul…
and live there with you,
hold you in my arms for eternity.
Categories:
succors, love,
Form: Free verse
man of old
talking to himself
in this run down
watering hole
not crazy
just lonely
turns his head
and him I know
chief of police
when I was young
put me in jail
more than once
now he’s nearing
the setting sun
sitting in a bar
getting drunk
I can't take it
I buy him one
he remembers me
some things I'd done
harmless, really, just
"you were a wild one"
well, I guess I was
I had my run
all my thoughts now
settled on being settled
finish my beer and leave
there's somewhere
I'd rather be than... he
"Aja when all my
dime danc'n is through
I run to you"
quiet endless sea
of gentle femininity
my beautiful tranquility
she soothes and succors
every need
I don't know if she knows
how my heart bleeds
I don't know if she sees
the rough road in me
unwinding
in her soft eyes
just feels
like hard times
are starting to smooth
silky petals unfolding
sweet nectar flowing
she takes me in
somewhere it feels
I've never been
* "Aja" by Walter Carl Becker and Donald Jay Fagen for Steely Dan
Categories:
succors, romantic love,
Form: Rhyme
I hover in a meditative state;
Delaying my awakening from this virtual cell;
A listless conscience mutates a myosphere;
Contemplating the zenith of an urban meme.
Unfettered by loose social structures;
I channel energies to locate a pulse exact;
Murmuring the karmic mantra in a trance;
This is the age of the avatar Me,
This is the spirit I want to be,
This space, this place, this entity,
This is the truth I seek to free.
Neon pulses react to stimulate;
Expanding digital symphonies with new zeal;
I project the conscious I in a nanosphere;
An imperfect narrative succors the wanton stream.
Protected in this matter of vague contours;
I promote something sensual but also abstract;
Prompting the homage in a collective chant;
This is the age of the avatar We,
This is the spirit we want to be,
This space, this place, this entity,
This is the truth we seek to free.
Categories:
succors, identity, internet, social, surreal,
Form: Rhyme
The petals unfurl at the touch of dawn
like the eyes of the day dreamy,
as the southern zephyr ripples in my lawn
I see the dance of daisy.
The flowers bloom in silence,
look up at the arc of the sun,
soaking its purity as the essence
into heavenly beauty they turn.
As the night melts in sunburst horizon
and the morning haze clears,
on my jade meadow I descry
the sky of emerald is full of stars.
Divine glow pulsates in floral cadence,
succors weary mind with enthralling grace,
enshrined in the patina of innocence
like the placid petals of your face.
Pining for your elusive embrace
with flower of my garden I’ll make a posy,
in your alluring vase I’ll place
my heart hidden in daisy.
October 29, 2019
Brian Strand Contest A Strand (1066)
Categories:
succors, analogy, flower, heart, love,
Form: Rhyme
Sharp The Edges, Of Poet's Pen Turned To Fight,
( New Dawn,Third Battle And Final Slash ) -
Part Three
From within, a gifted calm brings a tranquil peace
to poet's soul that searched and found a new lease
and with foresight decided to take pen to write,
about shadowy black beast, that stabs in dark of night.
Now massive strength that old poets's pens often yields
succors heart and grants victory on battlefields
new ink hones blade, gifts poetic words that destroy,
that savage beast that sought to make a whipping boy!
From poetry comes a Light that, gives true powers
which destroys wicked beasts, lurking in dark towers
by shining wisdom from classic poetic verse,
to cut those, that such illuminations do perverse.
Lo! Be aware what may be found seeking true Light
Sharp the edges, of poet's pen turned to fight!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-19-2019
Sonnet, ( The Third And Final Battle-- Part Three)
Conclusion- Three Part Series..
Note: This is the last to be written on this subject in regards to
this specific incident. I offer this series for the hiding fool,
the worthless opponent to come on and try to refute.
nuff said... old poet, Still writing...
Categories:
succors, art, character, courage, judgement,
Form: Sonnet
Serene solace succors my sorrowful soul sufficiently in a supreme solitude.
~One Liner #4 Theme Solitude contest by Poet Destroyer A
Categories:
succors, solitude,
Form: Free verse
Preeminent nurse, pet topic in the land
Love supplier that unfolds every loops
In her wand melts ice cold heart at hand
Love will she turn every loathes in a troop
Moves and words confidently she unfolds
Not just the physical or emotions she restores
But the spirit as well carefully she succors
For she’s the nurse every client adores
The procedures she makes ethics she observes
In the OR, ER or CPR she meticulously performs
All the times she share worth the times we lose
For hearten words she’ll nail in your norms
Categories:
succors, care,
Form: Free verse
Balmy currents retire to southern shore
Frosty streams blight earthen floor
Winter's portents roundly deplore
Wistfully longing for summer's store
For gilded fields, masted trees implore
Harvest's stipend succors no more
Residual huskings now cattle's score
Ingratiating beams now seep through trap door
Bristling wind over meager fare doth soar
Barren limbs are shivered to their core
Fertile seeds, fecund spores in fallowed mounds bore
Wanton foragers denuded channels explore
Spent chaff from nature's vault to gore
Bereft herbivores waiting for spring rains to restore
Categories:
succors, seasonslonging,
Form: Rhyme
Roaming about in the valley of love
I saw an enchanting dream
To hold on to the treasure trough
Of purity of soul and self esteem
Cross swords with the demons of lust
That swallow the serenity of souls
Neither my soul to greed entrust
Love and compassion to be my goals
Virtues that flower in the thought’s garden
Dazzle the eyes with the rainbow of colors
A comforting word is a paradise bliss laden
To banish anguish provide succors
My lofty resolve was to be steadfast and just
Undaunted in sunshine and rain
Smilingly in all adversities and failures adjust
The luck awards me a shackle or puts me in chain
The devil stood on my way wearing an ugly face
With designs to undo my dream
With an aim to see me end up in disgrace
With electrifying speed he raised his team
Would my dreams survive the onslaught of devil
Should I walk out and quit the race
Would my unsheathed sword of tenacity subdue the evil
Alone I may not this goliath successfully face
But what if you lend me your hand
Together we can win with grace
And Devil’s designs to quarantine send
Vanquished we can destroy the evil’s trace
Categories:
succors, passion, philosophyme, me,
Form: Rhyme