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Thunder Crashing
Thunder Crashing
she opens her eyes, slowly...
he is still there,
fine, proud, erect.
outside, thunder crashes in the sky,
she can feel it's calling,
& is not afraid to reach out and take his hand
guiding him to soft corners laying abundance
& drenched in satin sheets.
the storm swiftly picks up
he continues to make her tremble.
she feels it's intensity as his body strives for position,
she brushes his face telling him it's all right,
while arching her enthusiasm,
making it easier for him to meet such demands of passion.
he knows and loves her so well,
techniques, pleasure, and the fire that dwells in
his heart for her.
all eyes are on the shadows writhing on the wall
such beautiful, exciting silhouettes.
more thunder
her nails pierce his flesh as she whimpers
and a thousand sighs were finally set free.
SAS
she opens her eyes, slowly...
he is still there,
fine, proud, erect.
outside, thunder crashes in the sky,
she can feel it's calling,
& is not afraid to reach out and take his hand
guiding him to soft corners laying abundance
& drenched in satin sheets.
the storm swiftly picks up
he continues to make her tremble.
she feels it's intensity as his body strives for position,
she brushes his face telling him it's all right,
while arching her enthusiasm,
making it easier for him to meet such demands of passion.
he knows and loves her so well,
techniques, pleasure, and the fire that dwells in
his heart for her.
all eyes are on the shadows writhing on the wall
such beautiful, exciting silhouettes.
more thunder
her nails pierce his flesh as she whimpers
and a thousand sighs were finally set free.
SAS
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Posted: Jul 2023
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In the age difference
in age difference
Here I am lost between this and that. The first tells me about the age difference, and the second tells me about the distance of the place and the difference between here and there. Is there not a title in the heart of a title that tells us what to do and a heart that directs us here and there, so why fanaticism for a place and an address?
Here I am lost between this and that. The first tells me about the age difference, and the second tells me about the distance of the place and the difference between here and there. Is there not a title in the heart of a title that tells us what to do and a heart that directs us here and there, so why fanaticism for a place and an address?
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Posted: Aug 2023
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Mysterious man
In ur eyes..i see the stars
The beautiful shine iluminates my darkness
And the moon.. smiled at me
As if understand what i felt
I m not looking for a perfection
I m not asking for the wealth
I need love and the sincerity
Not anything else..
Thousand miles separated us
But i feel we r close..very close
Even i can't touch u
But u smile always melts me
Ur face teasing me
Come to my dream every night
Disappeared after stealing my heart
Ah..u r mysterious man
Lonely night
May,26.2020
The beautiful shine iluminates my darkness
And the moon.. smiled at me
As if understand what i felt
I m not looking for a perfection
I m not asking for the wealth
I need love and the sincerity
Not anything else..
Thousand miles separated us
But i feel we r close..very close
Even i can't touch u
But u smile always melts me
Ur face teasing me
Come to my dream every night
Disappeared after stealing my heart
Ah..u r mysterious man
Lonely night
May,26.2020
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Posted: May 2020
About this poem:
I wrote this poem as a reflection of my longing for someone who stole my heart
A New Poet
They come in not sure of their welcome
post their words with trepidation
scared maybe of being ignored or mocked
not sure even if they can write at all.
You all know this feeling
once too you were new
if lucky someone held out a hand
gathered you under their wing.
Gave you lots of encouragement
by reading and commenting kindly
Happily you replied and learnt
and you too now welcome the new poets.
Carrying on the tradition
for to greet and comment
brings hope to faint hearted
so as you post remember this.
You were once new and unsure
so hold out your hand in friendship
comment on other's poems
and they in turn will respond.
post their words with trepidation
scared maybe of being ignored or mocked
not sure even if they can write at all.
You all know this feeling
once too you were new
if lucky someone held out a hand
gathered you under their wing.
Gave you lots of encouragement
by reading and commenting kindly
Happily you replied and learnt
and you too now welcome the new poets.
Carrying on the tradition
for to greet and comment
brings hope to faint hearted
so as you post remember this.
You were once new and unsure
so hold out your hand in friendship
comment on other's poems
and they in turn will respond.
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
I have noticed that many poets get no comments at all.in most sites there are dedicated greeters that welcome new poets
Please remember that you were once new and encourage others.
As for the new poet you too should comment on others
By doing so you will make new friends and be encouraged
And yes even inspired by their works so breathe a little life
into this site all it needs is some care and respect for others.
THE FOOL
I am like the tarot card fool,
shoulder carrying, creative potential,
and all,
my talents in a knapsack.
flower in hand,
free from constraints,
without care.
Barking dog frolics by odd shod feet,
at the cliff edge,
maybe I’ll fall,
having faith in the future,
for journeys unknown,
bound for adventure,
outcome never told.
Shedding old habits,
create myself with new methods,
fearless of consequences,
forever the fool.
Searching out a kindred soul,
in life’s river to go with the flow,
tired of swimming solo.
River meets river
flowing to the same ocean,
best of life,
lying on the horizon.
The I, you, us, we,
are as invitation.
It ‘s this moment that counts
on quests of self-realisation.
Dreams should not live alone.
shoulder carrying, creative potential,
and all,
my talents in a knapsack.
flower in hand,
free from constraints,
without care.
Barking dog frolics by odd shod feet,
at the cliff edge,
maybe I’ll fall,
having faith in the future,
for journeys unknown,
bound for adventure,
outcome never told.
Shedding old habits,
create myself with new methods,
fearless of consequences,
forever the fool.
Searching out a kindred soul,
in life’s river to go with the flow,
tired of swimming solo.
River meets river
flowing to the same ocean,
best of life,
lying on the horizon.
The I, you, us, we,
are as invitation.
It ‘s this moment that counts
on quests of self-realisation.
Dreams should not live alone.
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Posted: Nov 2019
About this poem:
I was looking trough the poems on here and I came across one of Gongdo's titled "Love Me"After reading it I sort deconstructed it .
I did some restructuring some of Gongdo's wonderful phrases, added some new lines and ended up with "THE FOOL"
Finally I'd like to thank Gongdo for his kind permission to make it public and post it here.
Heel erg bedankt Gongdo.
This one is has a bit of a stumbling rhythm, this is because It is based on the
The tarot card of the fool, and he is stumbling along oblivious to danger.
I would be interested in your honest opinion of of it.
The princess of Cafe Castle
Many a poet had written
of her beauty..
She was not unaware of
the exotic whispers that
blew through the snow
covered forests that boardered
the mighty castle
Yet, somehow, the words of
the poets fell deft on her lonely
heart though they drew their
words from the blinding gems
of sense and fragile human
passion
On dreary nights her fingertips
would gently carress a wine filled
golden golblet as she gazed across
a lonely landscape from her high and
lofty terrace
Only the mere flickering of candlelight
would illumine her royal quarters and
she would fondle the fringes of the castle
odrapery dreaming the dream of love
She only met him once on the field of
battle yet for those few moments their
eyes locked in time with a promise of love
safeguarded by an illusive wind
She would attend the royal banquets
She would dally with the court jesters
and even throw them the shadows of
an impossible hope
How long would the days drag on?
What were the chances that his hands
would lift her sleek form as a captured
doe and watch her lay limp in surendered
passion
The night had died
Her hope was dying as
she lay naked in tears
and black pearls
It was only that small
scuffled sound that brought
a tinge of hopefullness to
a darkened heart
A lone figure stood at the
entrance to her chamber..
It was him..
Silently, he approached
her bed letting drop his iron
helment
Her glazed eyes closed with
hot tears..
He fell upon her surendered
soul as a warrior takes the spoil
He was..The golden knight**
of her beauty..
She was not unaware of
the exotic whispers that
blew through the snow
covered forests that boardered
the mighty castle
Yet, somehow, the words of
the poets fell deft on her lonely
heart though they drew their
words from the blinding gems
of sense and fragile human
passion
On dreary nights her fingertips
would gently carress a wine filled
golden golblet as she gazed across
a lonely landscape from her high and
lofty terrace
Only the mere flickering of candlelight
would illumine her royal quarters and
she would fondle the fringes of the castle
odrapery dreaming the dream of love
She only met him once on the field of
battle yet for those few moments their
eyes locked in time with a promise of love
safeguarded by an illusive wind
She would attend the royal banquets
She would dally with the court jesters
and even throw them the shadows of
an impossible hope
How long would the days drag on?
What were the chances that his hands
would lift her sleek form as a captured
doe and watch her lay limp in surendered
passion
The night had died
Her hope was dying as
she lay naked in tears
and black pearls
It was only that small
scuffled sound that brought
a tinge of hopefullness to
a darkened heart
A lone figure stood at the
entrance to her chamber..
It was him..
Silently, he approached
her bed letting drop his iron
helment
Her glazed eyes closed with
hot tears..
He fell upon her surendered
soul as a warrior takes the spoil
He was..The golden knight**
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Posted: Dec 2012
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Our first kiss
Striking lightening
this love forever pines
away drifting in a desert oasis
an angel's voice sweetly sings
so sweet my unforgettable dream
Inside this you are darling
shining brightest of all stars
liquid silver shivering
the moon begins to weep
starlight crystals winking droplets fall
love you are each one
A beautiful memory
touching so deeply
that i will never forget
as long as i live,
the very first kiss
joining lips breathtaking
with you my love complete
this love forever pines
away drifting in a desert oasis
an angel's voice sweetly sings
so sweet my unforgettable dream
Inside this you are darling
shining brightest of all stars
liquid silver shivering
the moon begins to weep
starlight crystals winking droplets fall
love you are each one
A beautiful memory
touching so deeply
that i will never forget
as long as i live,
the very first kiss
joining lips breathtaking
with you my love complete
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
a beautiful thought
The Ride
Who would have known that a simple drive could start such a chain of events.
A country road leading no where....time well spent.
Watching as the miles go by. Like years in a life.
I can honestly say its been a good ride.
Low on gas not sure if stopping is what I want to do.
I think I might be able to make it another mile or two.
Use to think I had a destination but now it hides.
To be honest I think I have always been here just for the ride.
Sometimes I might go a little bit to fast.
But then I see something and roll to a stop.
But it just doesn't seem to last.
Wheels will start to roll and sing with the highway.
Like a childhood melody I love to hear play.
A country road leading no where....time well spent.
Watching as the miles go by. Like years in a life.
I can honestly say its been a good ride.
Low on gas not sure if stopping is what I want to do.
I think I might be able to make it another mile or two.
Use to think I had a destination but now it hides.
To be honest I think I have always been here just for the ride.
Sometimes I might go a little bit to fast.
But then I see something and roll to a stop.
But it just doesn't seem to last.
Wheels will start to roll and sing with the highway.
Like a childhood melody I love to hear play.
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Posted: Aug 2011
Post CommentWHO ARE YOU?
Who are you,
to occupy my thoughts so quickly?
Why do I,
feel I already know you?
My thoughts are,
full of endless possibilities.
I worry about,
the suddenness of my wanting.
Whirlwinds and hurricanes,
Soft breezes by comparison
Who are you,
to blindside me so completely?
Why do I,
feel that I've so much to show you?
My thoughts are,
full of new old emotions.
I worry about,
the all things I could mess up.
It feels so dream like,
but I don’t want to wake up.
to occupy my thoughts so quickly?
Why do I,
feel I already know you?
My thoughts are,
full of endless possibilities.
I worry about,
the suddenness of my wanting.
Whirlwinds and hurricanes,
Soft breezes by comparison
Who are you,
to blindside me so completely?
Why do I,
feel that I've so much to show you?
My thoughts are,
full of new old emotions.
I worry about,
the all things I could mess up.
It feels so dream like,
but I don’t want to wake up.
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Posted: Oct 2019
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After the war
Chopin from white ivory
skills of the master player
on this deeply polished piano
and from the verandah
they all enter elegantly
women in hats
men in suits
stripes are the order
champagne quaffed
from flute glasses
and the laughter
goes up and down the hallways
as if the war had never been
skills of the master player
on this deeply polished piano
and from the verandah
they all enter elegantly
women in hats
men in suits
stripes are the order
champagne quaffed
from flute glasses
and the laughter
goes up and down the hallways
as if the war had never been
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Posted: Jul 2023
About this poem:
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