Posted in life, Poetry

Cold Whispers

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They all wait

for the warm weather

and the better times

and opportunities to

be “themselves” in public space

and all  I can think

is how maybe the cold is

easier;

No one wants to talk

when their heads are down

and their teeth chatter

and their only motivation

is getting to where it’s warm.

Cold is a friend that

whispers often

but never so loud as when everyone else

has nothing to say.

Posted in life, Poetry

Genesis Nirvana (Sunrise)

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Golds, yellows, reds
oranges, purples and rose;
The fading greys of night, the shifting oceanic blues of dusk –
mellow beams of radiant light
and soft warmth gilding everything/one
in their path.
Glittering jewels in the crown
of the dawn.
Her ascent and coronation
are the day, and
as further it expands,
becoming potential itself,
the sky bursts alive with color, aglow with the Sun’s fires.
All awake
stunned into quiet awe
as sunrise makes her marks
on the unblemished canvas
of a new day’s genesis…
The most precious gift of the day
is the small moment where all is
blissfully calm, and nothing stirs:
a collective stillness
a moment of pure oneness with the Universe
sunrise is a daily infusion of Nirvana
before the plunge into
the perpetual routine busyness
of the mortal world.

Posted in Poetry, Random

Purple

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I’ve always felt

my favorite color is purple.

And maybe it truly is;

But, still…

When I look around my life –

in my wardrobe, at my environment and surroundings,

my adornments and accessories…

I see more greens and aquas,

grays and blues

and random other pieces

of Earth’s rainbow.

Not as much purple

as there maybe should be

if it is indeed my favorite color.

Or, maybe it’s just that

my subconscious tastes

aren’t very biased

and I like being surrounded by

various shades and colors;

Yet the one that most soothes my senses,

resonates within my consciousness,

captivates my awareness,

is purple

and all its endless hues.

Posted in life, love, Poetry

Buzz

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I drank my liquor too fast

and now my chest is on fire

but doesn’t burn as hot

as my body does

for yours…

You’re a particular kind

of sexy

the kind that goes on and on

that I can taste in my mouth

hold in my soul

touch with my fingertips –

not even rum can

take the credit for this buzz.

Tripping over my own

lust;

I haven’t completely figured out

how to forget myself

with you.

But…

it won’t take me long

to learn.

Posted in life, Poetry, Self-discovery and growth, Thoughts and Ruminations

Unlimitations

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I realize I too often limit myself only

to my words and actions

and capabilities;

And that expanding my mind

is the way to break free.

But sometimes, I’m good where I’m at…

and isn’t that as much a part of being

who I am

as at any other distinct point in time?

I often think that

being still

or even refusing to move

has saved my life on many

an occasion.

 

09 December 2020
Posted in life, love, Poetry

Masterpiece

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Nothing sexier
than the way a pen writes,
its strokes
slide so smoothly over lines and angles;
Gliding confidently around circles and curves.

Skipping over letters
and slopes
tiptoeing calmly
through numbers and punctuation.

How powerfully it dots i’s,
how brusquely it crosses t’s…

Sinking deep into
and between the lines,
So expressively it conveys
the writer’s vibe
moment to minute.

Fluctuation in frequency
slightly alters
each hump, bump, twirl, curlicue, arc,
dip, loop, point, and tip…

I’m imagining
your hands caressing my body
your tongue having its ways with my curves –
navigating my silhouette;

You holding me,
touching me,
sculpting me –
A glowing magnum opus;

You appreciating me
like I’m the greatest masterpiece
you’ve ever written.