Tormentingly on ahead
Teasingly in, out
Forest, vague forest, clear for
Life's guiding purpose.
Reflecting, whose good, bad trait
Hobgoblin's throughout.
Stick-hung, let's sway behind whom
But as one doth pose!
When Your Heart Loved Mine
I have wandered on the Earth for eons now
Been in mystic places longer than a lifetime
Moments from the past I can see somehow
Less vivid than when your heart loved mine
In a dream I hear a voice say be there soon
Nurtured my thoughts in the midst of night
And teasingly wandered beneath the moon
Begged me to hold her hand under its light
You descended from the sky to comfort me
A soft touch transformed into a solemn kiss
When time comes to finally end a love story
I would beg fate to grant whatever you wish
October 29/2025
6:42 p.m.
Aboard Vision of the Seas
Cruising back toward Baltimore
fairy ring beckoned with fallen oaks the seat
she loosened blond hair for all elves to see
dancing in a circle around one rock deep
toadstools were there numerous with buzzing bees
owl hooted deep, arriving late afternoon
in distance farmhouse empty, sported balloons
spiders and grasshoppers smashed cymbals and drums
vineyard workers sleepily dreamily hummed
fat strawberries blood red on juicy offer
down she descended into a loamy hole
to examine nourishing cocoa coffers
then taste spiced cherry brandy alongside moles
her pink petalled dress became nastily soiled
she lost her wide crimson hat to earthworms coiled
tunnels were decorated with soft chestnuts
ladybugs slowly shopped for investment huts
below she found busy beetles, flora seeds
grey weevils digging into sour rotting leaves
roots of varying colours with buried beads
entangled were elf lovers like naughty thieves
teasingly were filled with the fruity brandy
many were heady drunk they became angry
she judiciously spotted coloured bangles
happily returned to own tree bespangled !
**
I won't tell you my secret, just teasingly repeat
A host of hints, told by others, if you'll be discreet.
My monikers, plentiful as flowers in a field,
Tell you not that which you're longing...hopes to be revealed.
History books may have reported that I have died,
Except, I'm speaking to you now. Can that be denied?
Come, let me disclose something that may give you a chill.
Old? I was born centuries ago. I'm living still.
Until you know, this gripping mystery prolongs.
Now, know that I wrote arias and English songs.
That's only one of the clever ways I entertain.
Oh, I am a genius. Some say I was insane.
Fantastically, my books show how to defy fate -
Sure, I can create wealth, extend life and levitate.
Travelling far, born of a Transylvanian prince.
Gifted in speech, I'm a learned man, as I evince.
Enigmatic, I may be from Portugal or Spain.
Rarely, did anyone, such grand multitudes contain.
My accomplishments include sciences, arts, and such,
And compared to my learning, nobody knows that much.
In some cafe, in a bar, or on a crowded street -
No one must know of that fine day when we two should meet.
Pain
Tears
Hope
And desperation
An emotional piece of rag
That's what I've become
Tears splash down on my books
I smear my neatly written
physics notes
Down on my table
I put my head slowly
I hear those little voices
"You can do better", they say
"But how do I get
myself out of this mess?" I ask
The voices don't answer back
Screaming inside
I let out a meek little sigh
Again,
trying to swim against
the rough sea of agony,
my voice seething in anger,
I call,
"Care to answer back?"
Then oh,
I see my carefree,
careless self
look at me in wonder.
She calls out teasingly
"Is this really you?
My girl has become serious"
Breaking the restraint,
my lips twitch
revealing that little smile
dancing on my lips.
You see,
I do love this life of mine;
a bittersweet delight
Dreams,
little rays of hope,
tearstained pages
of those
tiresome physics problems
call me
to make sure
all of it
was not in vain
A child, I, when you touched my heart and mind,
so meaningful, but also undefined.
Like faerie dust, you left me behind.
There, my unceasing, lifelong search began.
Inside songs and art, I hoped to catch it,
seeking the poetic words to match it,
But from the thin air, I could not snatch it.
'Twas teasingly, from me, you skipped and ran.
I looked for you in a girl's touch and smile,
in nature's every teeming sunlit mile.
You nimbly eluded me all the while.
Ephemeral sprite, I'm a beaten man.
Oh, please visit me soon, my long-lost friend,
or we'll both be dust blowing in the wind.
In skies of gray I dwell
inside of clouds,
keeping company with mugginess
and sweltering heat.
People who labor underneath me
perspire profusely; some curse.
Others pray for me
to cut their labor short.
Yes, they pray for rain.
I hear their cries,
for I’ve been mustering steam
during days and days of dreadful drought.
Pitter patter pitter patter
Their plaintive pleas I answer teasingly.
Starting slow. I dole out droplets
drop by drop by tiny drop
The droplets increase . . . plop plop plop.
Wind joins in - wailing.
Trees tremble as I splatter them
with wonderful wetness for the prayerful.
Swoosh! Ker-plunk!
I’m drumming and drumming,
pouring myself down
on thirsting flowers with heads bowed
to reverently receive me.
Umbrellas appear all over the streets.
Gleefully, I pound them, hammering away.
I pounce on the heads of uncovered people.
Soaking grass and soil,
filling rain gutters, and
sliding joyously off many hard surfaces,
I saturate every place that I’m able to outside.
I am rain, and unceasingly
this summer day,
I reign
supreme.
3. "God sends pets without wings so no one will suspect they are angels ..." Unkown
Active behavior creates dynamic energy, fundamentals guarantee,
healthy incredible jewel keeper
leisurely manageable nonaggressive obedient pet
qualities radiate sun-kissing
teasingly unrivaled vying
winsome *xenial
yen zeal
(...now I know my A, B, C's...)
There are thoughts that tantalize. Sometimes as simple as “I was about to tell you something but it’s gone.” To thoughts that harbour deep in our subconscious, that part of the mind of which we are not fully aware but which influences our actions and feelings.
Thoughts
There's a thought that shone … though dimly
at the edges of my mind
like a dream just half remembered
in the early dawning time
like the memory of a moment
when my head was dulled by wine
like a childhood … half forgotten
I’m not even sure was mine
like a song I’ve never heard before
and yet … somehow I know
reminiscent of a kiss
I never tasted long ago
from a girl my arms had never held
a photo on a wall
a Cinderella beautiful
whose face I can’t recall
it’s like a friendship long forgotten
yet … somehow still alive
in the remnants of my sleeping
reaching vainly to survive
then … of a sudden … teasingly
through the waking haze
for just a fleeting moment
it’s as clear as summer days
until it’s not … just gone
forevermore to roam
and join the myriad virgin thoughts
that call infinity home
Wazza
ever so slowly, magically
teasingly, enigmatically
veil of ignorance lifts
revealing the light
shimmering
in space
we feel it
deep in our bones
and in dead of night
visible to us in clear sight
noumena behind phenomena
the transcendent here immanent
Peter’s off again to job interview (second round, in Geneva), he was only here two days but something of him remained behind. Oh, fingerprints for sure - but memories too - like scattered Christmas wrappings - or a poem:
Ok, gimme me your best day, take your best shot at perfection.
Our minds take experiences and press them grape-like,
into the intoxicating liquor of memory.
The vivid ones linger - unaltered - like youthful Internet mistakes forever posted.
Someday to beckon us back, teasingly - like bright, neon signage.
You know how to get to me
You'll tug at my hair teasingly
You'll wrap your fingers round my neck and squeeze
You show no mercy
forcing me how you want me
as I moan for more
your tongue against my sensitive skin
your hands lovingly stroking every inch of me
tied up, used and abused
by you my master
I am left screaming for more
for the pleasure that come from the pain
driving me insane
our moans mingle together
as your lodged deep inside
and sadly our game cones to an end
slumber takes over our bodies
and I'll patiently wait till next time
starry winter night
missing her summer conversation
softly wishing in vain
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of poison ivy
starry spring evening
missing her winter conversation
a sweet, gentle breeze whispers her name teasingly
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of heavily concentrated acid
starry summer night
missing her spring conversation
dehydration sneaking up on me as i see mirrored spots of her beautiful image
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of chocolate coated sewage
starry autumn evening
missing every season of her conversation
another year older and my heart even more darkly clouded and cold
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in many layers of absolutely nothing
*Image of Beach Snowman by Pixabay.
Hawaiian Winter - WS
Snow trace e'er so oft
Soloist compacts barely
Do salt waves surge teasingly?
Surf and sand hulas
Sun melts away mini-me
So snowman bid Aloha?
Revised: 2023 January 10
Original: 2023 January 08
*1st Place*
Winter Sedoka
~~Charles Messina: Judged 2023 January 25
*HMS.
Liquid light held by magnetism bright
Pulsates this morn with unbound delight
From the Manipura to the Vishuddha
Orbiting spiritual heart at the Anahata
Held still thus in dynamic blissful tension
Rapturous bliss, object of our attention
Time stands still as ignition within renews
Octaves of love display beauteous hues
The divine energy grid teasingly expands
As we so be to become, soul understands
Our innate luminosity is God's bliss essence
Radiating in exuberance its luminescence
16-November-2022
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