Tag Archives: #writers

THE SUN CAN STAY

WHICH way to Summersville
where the sun never stops aglow
wish-may I could go — all day
and bask in summer glow

You say the fire follows
Me muse-way what I love about you
Fire starter kindling my heart
Lets stay in Summersville till May

And the sun burns its tales
and spreads its love across the world
And the sun yearns for its lovers
and dreads the stuff of broken hearts

And the sun can stay
and the fun inside
remains all our lives

And the sun can stay
and the months can fly
but our love is here to stay

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BE-TENDERLY

BE-TENDERLY sweet-kissy
playful nymph
catching fire upon
my surface-lips
warm potion-love
drips hot
barely control-shivers
tingly in all spots
abate your spell
save you burn the lot
pray-tell go gently
such love explodes
my life-will bends
to each gust of wind
that carries your lust
Go gently!  
It is all too much!
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THE CELEBRATED HEART

THE celebrated heart
love-hook from which
all passion hangs

stately in measure
beating metronome
of cosmic-lust

What more need a soul
than rhythmic lullaby
deep within one’s own

Beat for us lonely song
thrumping passion-sing
along these cold nights

My celebrated heart
dance with me – along
skip-light nights

My lullaby so sweetly
so neatly you comfort
keep beating in passion
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LOVE-SWEET

LOVE-SWEET word beauty-laced
it sends me to another place
holding onto your tender wing
cloud-punch a hole into the blue

where are you taking us
— is it to that spot?
where lazy angels play
are we to sing with the harp?

Love-sweet word beauty-laced
giving me more than all I want
whispering honey dew unto my heart
kiss me ocean-sky lips so sweet

I see the place past the-beyond
over the rolling green hills
and through the gate into your arms

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CHRONIC THINKING (SUCH CAUSE FOR DEATH)

SUCH cause for death and lost
heart attacks by dietary risk
and some data reflects a way
— driving while drinking kills

But what say the media —
and universities: don’t say
— and I believe with all my heart
is that too much thinking is a start

Chronic thinking it is —
the greatest disease of all
bounded by data and social media
it drains away our time…

and eventually kills us all
— the tide is set and waves have sailed
onto the shores of our lives
Tsunami event just years away
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YOU’RE EVERYTHING I NEED

When I
sing into that night
alone and lonely
you’re there
but not in body
but my mind says so
and I reach out
and touch you
but you’re skin
betrays my touch

There’s frozen
eyes in my mind
nothing can
bring me down
not your pain
or mind —
and nothing
seems to kill me
no matter how hard
I try to taste
the love of you

Pain and delight
bring me — down

Love and pain
bring me —
your soul tonight

You’re everything
I need this night
you’re everything
I need in life —
nothing can break
me at all
I accept the fall

You’re everything
I need tonight
You’re everything
I need in life
I give you everything
I need
I give you everything
I own

Let’s give it the all
and let it be our fall
Nothing can break us
if we’re in the inside
love is all — be all


HIDDEN EXPRESSION

My DEARLY loved one
there truely
are no words
that expression
god-smack love
that smittens
the best of us
to express
such feelings
that betray
our mask
of hidden
expression

My nature – so low
compared to Mother’s
love — what you need
I lack in my given
To believe that gulf
can be bridged —
is more than I know
but I try and so I do
in all I say and think
I always truely think of you
Let fire and ice
burn and freeze me
but never disbelieve
What my words
–that I try to express

To you love
love always
for you
— forever…

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THE DREAMY WINTER SINGS

DREAMY winter singing winds
— I hear their chorus tonight
As laughing tendril-finger snows
click and dance in dipping ice-flows
upon my furnace-spice lips
What B-flat notes are tripping
running — stripping
across key-minor hearts…
Oh, so vying are your spasms
— my destined lust-bombs
exploding fire
— blue and green
reflection across the frozen
river of our hearts…

Comes the ice
and mixing fire
into the cauldron
of our lives

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TOUCH-SOFT DROPS

TENDERLY with touch
–soft drops
of loving tears
you speak to me
in ways words
cannot convey
soul-journey stare
into my eyes…
gingerly stirs
soup-passion
within the fire of my
hunger-lust despair
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THE HUMAN LANGUAGE

THE HUMAN LANGUAGE is front-loaded
with the weaponry it requires
to destroy the bearer of any news

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