I will penetrate your mind
when I walk through the door
Making love to your heart
while you're crying for more
Sexually captivating your body
with tenderness and care
Sense of passion
will send you walking on air
Blissful thought ascending your mind
with joy
Intertwining with a sensation
filling every void
Flip you over, open you up
while the beginning is wet
Tongue moving forward
at the moment of climax
Thrusting to the object
as you go back and forth
Insinuating the feeling
as I come toward you
To finish with the vision
of an ecstasy touch
Thinking to myself
why I love you so much
Bathed in liquid buttery sunshine
Feeder cloistered with the ferns
Wrapped around green tendrils
Caressed as mellow winds
Wildflowers blowing lace
An alter
Pink flowers in every pew
Tilted to the sun
Some are brand new
Drying grass
Greying and fading from the top
Curviest leaves standing alone
Waiting to drop
There is a pine or two
Thrusting up
To get the first view
Of spring all new
They rise and sparkle and crackle,
Shaming the nakedness of the skies
And the city, with one frightful flame of
Youth,
Burning with the zest of
Seasonal lore.
At Christmas, they salute the days
Creamed by snow and sleet,
Thrusting in us the wisdom of
Global ceremonies.
They are the lightning of Yuletide —
Lightning unaccompanied by rain.
Shaped in balls and spears, and lean
Fragments of flagrant colours,
They are armed with their own thunder —
Thunder that speaks volumes and calms the rage in
Frenetic dogs.
They are coloured paints splashed lavishly across the broadest
Canvas ever —black and seamless
We see through their lens, the running dusts
Of sparks,
The dancing circus of sky-circuits
And the happy wars waged on the frontiers
Of seasons.
They strobe around the cold earth.
New Year’s Eve is riddled with conundrums,
Waking sleepy souls to sneeze up details of
A frazzled year.
The heavens are lit up lavishly,
Electrified to stupor,
Reminding us of choirs that chorus to the tunes
Of life everlasting.
Carousels ride through our minds, young now,
Old tomorrow,
With sparks that shine this moment
And dim the next.
Such is life.
I OPENED A DOOR
IN THE UNIVERSE,
MUCH TO MY SUPRISE ,
I STUMBLED UPON
A LONG LOST TRUTH
THAT OPENED , UP MY EYES.
THERE IS MORE ,
THAN ONE DIMENSION.
WHEN IT COMES TO BEING.
THIS IS WHAT ,
I STUMBLED UNPON .
ONLY NOW , I BELIEVE , I AM SEEING.
VISION BEYOND PERCEPTION .
EXISTENCE ,
BEFORE THE DAWN OF TIME.
ONCE CONSIDERED THE OUTER LIMITS ,
NOW EMANATES ,
FROM WITHIN THE MIND.
LIKE AN EXOTHERMIC REACTION ,
THAT RELEASES ENERGY
IN THE FORM OF LIGHT .
THRUSTING US FORWARD ,
INTO THE FUTURE ,
LIKE THE ALTERING OF DAY AND NIGHT.
FASTER , AND FASTER ,
THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT
REVERSING , ALL DIRECTIONS OF TIME.
MEANING , THE SOUL WAS HERE ,
BEFORE THE BODY
BOTH , CATCHING UP WITH THE MIND.
DELIVERING US
FROM DARKNESS
NOW STANDING IN THE LIGHT,
WE WERE HERE
THE ENTIRETY OF TIME
WE WERE MEARLY OUT OF SIGHT.
Michael E Harris
07122025
It’s hard to tell if they’re playing tag,
or thrusting nectar-drunk love at each other—
mid-June attempts at getting it.
Maybe they’re fighting over first flowers—
legs twitching in hypoglycemic half-paralysis,
like the buzz of waking mid-vacation,
still dazed, muscles aching, but that stinger,
coiled stiff for the week.
Their terror-tails would end me,
or at least suspend me, breath held between
here and wherever histamine takes it.
I appreciate the bees, I really do,
their work, their faith in growing things.
But the anaphylactic risk of their existence
in relation to mine turns close proximity
into a kill-or-die situation:
all stabs and fury, and neither of us
wanting it to end that way.
Feeder cloistered in ferns
Wrapped with new green tendrils
Caressed in mellow winds
Bring the birds to snuggle in
Wildflowers bowing in grace
Some tilted to the sun
Some are brand new
Greying grass
Drying from the top
Waiting for a wisp of wind
So they can drop
A pine tree or two
Thrusting up
To get a view
My hair ripping as her fingernails entwine
pulling my head back
She slaps me harder than she should
Her smile slightly offset
My cheek reddening from the welt of her hand
Shifting herself forcing me deeper within her
The pleasure of her warmth
subdued the pain
My throb in unison with her undulating frame
Cast myself down in reverence
Genuflect to her genitalia
Praising with my grunts and groans
Come she barks her orders
Her hips thrusting with disjointed pressure
Empty now in a guttural groan
but she is not complete
Her knees shifted
Now either side of my face
Choking, gurgling her essence
Her musk a must
Her wetness engulfing
No protection from her want
So, in so many ways past and present mesh,
it's reminiscence of everything I have been through.
I thought, I thought I had bid adieu.
And then a poem from 2020.
A soft laughter fill with tears, a glance
A view from 2025
hello !! goodbye, hello ! again.
I feel like I've met my long lost friend ( a grin so bright it eclipsing sunlight)
Pen to paper ,eyes to a book.
I think I found what I've overlooked ( a smile so soft ,a heart that melts)
a passion so fierce
a thirst unquenched!
words unwritten.....
Jaws unclenched!
emotion pours , like a gush of rain rushing ,thrusting to the ocean floor.
I see the me of yesterday. ( Eyes glistening with unshed tears)
I see the growth ( a lie from deep within but a truth that's actually not so thin )
but still the pain I've held at Bay.
I say I'm strong.
I've moved on !
but this brings about a memory of a time
A time
of yesterday
a time I thought long gone and far away
a whisper of mine carried on the wind
I remember you.
I remember you.
I remember you.
I do.
Moving on, but I can not
Can't help looking back
Retrospective Oscillations
Nostalgic past reflections
Creating a sweet sour affections
Longings on empty mosaics
With indescribable scenarios
Lost in a mental haze of illusion
Nostalgia on past reflections
Bubble gum and candy wraps
Long forgotten comes to fore
Childhood memories loading
I am lost in a daze of plays flooring
Hide and seek; bang, bang you are
dead
Such nonsense they seem now
But then a real deal by your homies
Nostalgic indulgence of the past a
reflections
Childhood memories at a glimpse
Pranks on the run a cul-de-sac
Summer rains in winter, autumn is
bemused
Spring cannot spare it's blushes
A reflection from the blues
Moving on, but I cannot
Like a blast from the far past
Faces long gone stare at me
So real, scenes of yesteryears
I have to move on from the the
captivity of the past.
The arms of the future awaits me
Lovingly thrusting in it's trusts.
(Written 6th May, 2015)
Trees’ leaves were ripped off,
leaving nakedness behind
with teasing winter:-
Nude trees not ashamed
as winter winds teased them;
their hope barked in spring:-
Through thrusting winter,
naked trees never gave in;
waiting coming leaves:-
Thrust in the center of the storm,
all I could see was you;
Brewing at the zenith of your strength,
so hard to get through.
But I dared rising up
and chose to let you go,
before ruining my life
and lead me to an absolute fiasco.
You’ve embraced more
yourself and your vices,
Always coming home intoxicated
All you’ve were void promises
Inflicting sufferings, bruises…
I couldn’t endure anymore.
So exhausted!
Thrust in the center of the storm,
all I could see was you;
Cyclone’s eye was at your throne
thrusting me so harshly to,
But I was fervor enough
to ask resilience from up above;
Survived by His grace,
I've moved on easily lifting my face.
Having found a peaceful life
I’ll rebuke my license as your wife
Your daughter and I will be together
I can be both her mother and father.
The skies teased me
By thrusting me on a silent shore
Filled with petals of red roses
Fragranced so deliciously
That in their hue
All I could hear was love's banter
As he played and tugged at my cold composure
The skies teased me
In that the shore was empty
Other than me
There was not a soul there
Not even the love for whom my heart pined
And when I shouted out his name to the vast ocean
Hoping that somehow the waves will reach him
And cool his whims down
I only met with echoes of my own voice
Which produced a hauntingly eerie ethos!
I waited for the echoes to be over
Hoping that when they would be no more
Love would come to me, on a raft
And grab me, pull me close to drown me
In the whirlpool of his passionate desires
But the shore remained empty and silent
As if waiting for me to call out his name
So as to become alive, echoing my heart's longing!
Resolute, I chose to sit and wait
In silence, enjoying the sight of lapping waves
As if I were submerged in a meditative trance
Knowing that the skies always show the end of the tunnel
For those who believe in them!
Westward
in the winter mist
unwavering
wing-beat rhythm
thrusting
purposeful
powerful
pale creatures
of a pale world,
outstretched
magnificence
reshaped
from the haughty elegance
of arched necks
and curved wing-folds
white
on a summer’s placid lake.
On a cold foggy morning in Dorset, England, in January, 1992, I heard the distinctive wingbeats of swans approaching. Three of them passed by just to the north of me, giving me a very brief view before they merged back into the mist.
What a wonderful privilege to delight in God’s Creation!
September 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 21-22
Key Verse – Ezekiel 21:17 I will also smite mine hands together, and I will cause my fury to rest: I the LORD have said it.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CAUSING HIS FURY TO REST
Praise be to God for causing His fury to rest for the:
Repentant ready for His restoration
Ransomed rejoicing in His redemption
Renewed reaching-out by His righteousness
Revived replenished through His rejuvenation
Rebellious returning to His reproving redirection
Ezekiel 21:24 Praise be to the Lord for correcting us
of our iniquities and transgressions that we:
Confess as defiling and sinful
Consider displeasing and selfish
Cling to which are damaging and spoiling
Cleave unto but are destructive and smiting
Courageously detest now with sincere supplication
Ezekiel 22:14 Praise be to the Saviour
for dealing with us by His:
Truth along His judgment
Trustworthiness midst His justice
Triumph against jeopardizing jokes
Testimony toward jubilant joyousness
Territory thrusting jobs of jealousy-jerks. Amen!
September 4, 2024
Le Cirque Bleu
The spotlight is aglow through the gloam
The light an indigo ink modifying color
She swings her body with agility thrusting backwards
upside down, with unseen wings,
an acrobat aerials amid the roar
She looks pretty with her fan in one hand,
long tresses flowing loosely
A circus horse made of jade below
makes eye contact and an interconnection
Without movement they are in an eternal trance,
In the deep dark yonder the golden helio appears
Fiddle and banjo play for the opening adagios act La Nouba
Her leotard tightly invokes, red with flower imprints
Statuesque, still in time showing off her physique
and impressing spectators from below the fliers' pedestal
From above the nets, with ease, she imagines a
world where gravity defies, and animals and objects fly
Flights of fancy within the flying trapeze
flights of fancy an indigo trapeze ~ from above jade nets, an ease
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