Nocturne Poetry

blue_dusk

Tonight there are nocturne melodies

dancing about my room,

just before in the cerulean dusk

among fresh rain smells on pavement

ceased drops, slight sprinkles

t’was the gentle spring

chirping chatter of birds

outside my window

singing sweetly of tonight

and of the final resting

the last sunset up ahead;

how I wish it to be as simple

and beautiful as these cradling notes

the rhythmic stanzas of breath

like sleep on an evanescence sea.

Consciousness & Morning Poetry

You are not your mind or your thoughts. You are the consciousness in which the thoughts come and go. – Deepak Chopra

I usually wake up

too early

when God’s fingertips are

just gently touching the horizon

orange or light blue streaks

through the curtains

birds singing & chirping merrily

or sleepily or maybe that’s

how I hear them in

a lucid gossamer state.

Those things I said or

wrote come back to me

in words, sentences

driving pins in my mind.

It’s nice when I can

laugh them off and

forget but occasionally

they keep me up until the

alarm sounds,

sweetly my love

reaches for my body

and we try to go back

to our dreams until

the radio blares again

if we are lucky it’s

a jazz song streaming

soulfully to announce

a beautiful day

and if not I am comforted

even if sleep deprived

because there is an embrace

and how blessed

I am that it belongs to you

and it for me.

Carpe Diem Poetry

Druids Celebrate The Summer Solstice At Stonehenge

I’m waiting for the solstice

for my zenith too

a feeling so adamine

swaying dress, liberating wind

naked swimming & skin

upon cool morning air

percolating pleasures

or pain sobering reality

challenges of chess

preventing royal deaths

resurrecting moments from

brinks of falling cliffs,

stings, stimuli, songs

that make arm hairs stand

give me life, pregnant

thoughts, streams of

clear water vacillations

experiences so high

as humanly as possible

before I die.

 

Old poems I found again

Roses_June

Your beauty washes over me

A warm rain on a summer evening

Imaginary perfume from distant roses.

 

A flame cannot be burnt

Passion painted in heated strokes

Brilliant colors and shapes consuming

 

Words with multifaceted surface

Diamonds scattered in the wind.

_______________________

There’s a great awakening

ushered with cavernous winds

beckoning, weaving

dark thread bends

heaving extracting

meaningful gems.

 

Solar flares kiss

your cheeks with energy

given beauty smitten

hard hitting then rest

the eclipse peels

citrus zest my breast

falls with exhale.

 

Conquer leisure when

vigor ends tea cup steamy

nourishing ital very small

moments shine in your eye

her hips make you high

enlightened feverish skies.

Love & Life Poetry

My love’s eyes are

warm green waters

steaming natural springs

to dip comfortably in

opening you

sing your songs

I’m drawn to.

Pools of liquid sun

shining over my

face, breasts, legs

warming limbs, lips

healing my heart

I hope my gaze

has the same effect.

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Life is a nectar

sap-drizzled bark

regenerating, growing

dying, recycling, voices

whisper well after

they are gone

pushing us gently

palms open, smiling

laughing while wisps

of hair frame sparkling

eyes…then fade

the light dims, but the sun

rises again & again.

Hearts are made, broken,

survive, thrive because

you are meant to.