Supple Poems

Down the verdant meandering valley
Draining the dregs of the fading dusk
Beyond the threshold of thick wild woods
My white stallion gallops in emerald prairie.

Gossamer gloss glazes the supple skin
Wisps of silk cloud swirl on the satin mane
Tossing in swinging waves of...Read More

After My Death
by Chaim Nachman Bialik
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Say this when you eulogize me:
Here was a man — now, poof, he's gone!
He died before his time.
The music of his life suddenly ground to a halt...
Such a pity! There...Read More

Did you think my friendship fickle,
thus deserving of the sickle
did you think that it would wither up and die?

Did you think my friendship faded
thus transforming true to jaded
did you think you could revive if you try?

Did you think my friendship...Read More

"Dance with me within the wind, then just let me love you" - Orania Hamilton.

Your flushing face in the wind,
ebon hair defiant, flutters unbridled.
Some swirl squally, thread the gale,
the forehead lattice captures my yearning,
lest like cloud it drifts away.

The sculpted...Read More

Like the reprint of heaven by Gods own mercy,
I’m still in this moment, briefly stolen by these mint chimes,
Ever so silk and supple as remarked by these ears. 

Forgive my drag back, back to mature rum. 
When I hear current...Read More

Leave your load and live where there is love and laughter, lush,
Hear the lucid lullabies from lutists, low and hushed,
Let your labors leave you, love, the chariot’s lilting low,
Allow the list’ning lodestar to illuminate the road.

Surrender stinging sorrows to the...Read More

Oh enigma ...
Endless hours of twilight-daubed magic -

Enchanting walks 'side a moon-splattered sea,
Alight with silver doubloon wave-tops that mock the starry vault,

Toes pressed to the cool, pearly-soft hem of sand,
Imparting each other our deepest notions and dearest aims.

Then ... made...Read More

Gnarled fingers yearn to touch those keys
and perform Moonlight Sonata
Young supple hands once played with ease
mum had memorized Toccatta 

She hasn’t played for several years,
gnarled fingers yearn to touch those keys 
Mum can’t hold back her anguished tears -
her hands...Read More

Would you believe
Light on a bubble

Reflecting a dream
Floating so supple

There is a stream 
Of relief from a dream
Here is the bubble

I carene
Down the alley of me
Why am I in trouble?

The rusty colored buildings
With warm window fittings
Curve around me 
In a...Read More

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Thou art my pleading heart
Thy kiss my tendered dream
Neath moonlit crescents part
A float yon slumbered stream

Thy flesh of satin touch
As sweet as midnight stroll
Lest life to pass me by
A’ shimmer ‘pon my soul

Pure eyes of supple gaze
So deeply call my...Read More

* Single moments of passion can last forever ... (re-posted for a friend) *

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    I am cool water,
 You are a lily, upon ...
I move around and about -
 Sustain you, cradle you.
   Drink of me ...
       And bloom!

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my face was as  s c a r r e d  as my soul -
my once silky-smooth skin turned worn and rough,
years of weather bellowed each fiber;
lines curve down my cheeks from laughter,
and spots of age settled above...Read More

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Moonbeams and promises
softly they weave
Here in the twilight
if you will believe

Whispers on breezes
through pine scented air
Two hearts together
these moments to share

Holding you closely
a night such as this
Seeking your lips and
the warmth of your kiss

Soft as a feather
and sweet buttercream
Lingering here...Read More

I tread the path shown by my Lord,
when in unkind world I’m abhorred,
confused, I don’t know what to do.
Oh, God I surrender to You.

Loss of mother is a great blow,
I’m in the debris of sorrow,
don’t know how and when I’ll...Read More

buttocks and heels bare, tea warm
steam rises, lips sip
high heel shoes half-grip
tea-spout erect, feminine flowers
knees slightly apart, supple
cerulean striped walls, like a cell
cozy boudoir, ample peach-vanilla
curve to her back. fruit on table
french roses kiss cushion
where she relaxes, sunlight spills

11/24/2019
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She stood on tiptoe ...
her hair knot, now unpinned, softly burst,
tawny, gold-streaked tresses tumbling down her shapely form,
coming to sassy rest upon her rounded backside,
and on the cool of his hand, 'bout her waist.

His deft index and middle fingers
twirled her...Read More

grazed supple mounds quake
vale plunged in wet gorge explored
savage burst sublime

November 7, 2018
Syllable count :5/7/5
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Sexyku
Sponsor : Richard Lamoureux 
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The chimp stretches its arm,
a small hand, palm up under my chin,
fingers and thumb supple,
a pink-pawed sharing.

It’s a palmistry offering,
if only I have the skill to read it.
There is a life-line.
It looks a lot like mine
if my hand were his.

I...Read More

Elephant skin is bark-like and rough,
advanced to a crisp, leathery tough. 

The great Milky Way could not be so large, 
nor so grey as the elephant’s muscular trunk

with aged-to-stone sinew—a supple, flannel hunk.
The overcast skies toss a dullness on the...Read More

Tempting balm tonics reposed fantasist,
Panacea liquifies mirage views,
Crafts allusive lofts energies persist,
Twain heart's favor lips a desire to schmooze.

Elixir defines the gist of lovers,
Exposes the length of listed measures,
Hearts and souls, supernatural pleasures,
Cascade gifted juice as meant lips puckers.

Charts a...Read More

Fess up! You demonic influx of tolerance on the balcony of desire! 
A pang is felt in a faint smile of an orphan that awakens senses.
I speak the prescriptions of the heart, provoking and extravagant,
While deprecating the intensity of defiance,...Read More

Romanticism descends an unbridled staircase

stripped bare and unleashed

passion in supple nudity

tiptoes down my spine

burning in its yearning, softly unveiling

tingling every naked nerve with a sudden surge

of electric longing and unmasked pulses of pang and pleasure



Susan Ashley
October 11, 2019





*romanticism: romantic spirit...Read More

Down the stairs turned chiseled rocky steps
the bare beauty cascades like an ebullient rapid
raw grace of Eve glistens on the satin skin
tinged with the hues of primeval nature exposed
sculpted in curvy contours of Michelangelo finesse
and charisma.

Amorous luster flowing in the...Read More

WHY SHULD I LERN TO SPELL?
HELL,
NO ONE REEDS WHAT I SAY
ANYWAY!!! :(

Sing for the cool night,
whispers of constellations.
Sing for the supple grass,
the tall grass, gently whispering.
Sing of infinities, multitudes,
of all that lies beyond us now,
whispers begetting whispers.
And i am glad...Read More