Sensual metaphors

[quasar]

to find a metaphor
to articulate
the experience
of hours and moments
that only sees my ground..
It would be flippant
straight up...
I can now only look back
and express the sensual
visions of my past...
for my today is complete
in the all giving all sharing
of me and you...
and my nest is full
but, my past was empty
therefore I can only
view the days from afar
before I was the star in
your circus.

distant star you are
a sparkle in an eye
rising is the feeling
as I was reading
the words of the blue

 

[quietpoet]

As your sometimes outspoken editor...

I find you need less and less of my editing skills!

to find a metaphor
to articulate
the experience
of hours and moments
that only sees my ground..
It would be flippant
straight up...
I can now only look back
and express the sensual
visions of my past...
for my today is complete
in the all giving, all sharing,
of me and you...
Today, my nest is full,
but my past was empty,
therefore I can only
view the days from afar
before I was the star in
your circus.

 

[bluerains]

distant star you are
a sparkle in an eye
rising is the feeling
as I was reading
the words of the blue

much thanks Q
stars touch in harmonic bliss..and treasure the moments knowing
every starburst...

 

[sweet GA peaches]

to find a metaphor
to articulate
the experience
of hours and moments
that only sees my ground..
It would be flippant
straight up...
I can now only look back
and express the sensual
visions of my past...
for my today is complete
in the all giving all sharing
of me and you...
and my nest is full
but, my past was empty
therefore I can only
view the days from afar
before I was the star in
your circus.

Beautiful,
is watching, as moments
grow more complete,
hands meet.
A touch of whispers
softly heard on the breeze
of tomorrows laughter,
knowing there is an after,
beyond, just today.
Beautiful,
is when he looks at
her that way.
Like the sun that was never
quite complete,
until it set down with a
mountain peak.
And took beauty in
its hands.

I very much loved your verse, Blu...
and every reason for its thought!

 

[bluerains]

beauty sees itself merging in your moment....

Beautiful,
is watching, as moments
grow more complete,
hands meet.
A touch of whispers
softly heard on the breeze
of tomorrows laughter,
knowing there is an after,
beyond, just today.
Beautiful,
is when he looks at
her that way.
Like the sun that was never
quite complete,
until it set down with a
mountain peak.
And took beauty in
its hands.

I very much loved your verse, Blu...
and every reason for its thought!

ty...A~
as you know the poem shares duel meanings ...'Beyond Belief'
(i.e. not caged in another's construct/ paridym/religeous structure, but soaring above and beyond imposed limitations...light and free). in all things including a good relationship...giving up control ...is key...ty again ....luvsfromblue

 

[bluerains]

ok ok....

just started this train of thought in metaphoric wonder....challenges the minds of poets to fullfill the ideas...what say you..to the message of the blue bubble...

cds play our tunes
dvds store the playtime
of imagination
and I am wondering
If we as mere mortals
can create such
recordings in waves
how much more then
are we the ulitmate
recorded message
scripted on the perfect
dvd of us...
and what would your recording be left behind????

 

[sweet GA peaches]

Play me, Again.

just started this train of thought in metaphoric wonder....challenges the minds of poets to fullfill the ideas...what say you..to the message of the blue bubble...

cds play our tunes
dvds store the playtime
of imagination
and I am wondering
If we as mere mortals
can create such
recordings in waves
how much more then
are we the ulitmate
recorded message
scripted on the perfect
dvd of us...
and what would your recording be left behind????

To the beholder of
every tune
to be so crossing upon
my guard,
The nights were long,
and there you kept me
in love, in peace, in hate.
And the rhythum fell,
like an open book,
leaving me wordless
only in movments of hips
and lips
could recognize such
sweet melodies,
when you caputred me.
A voice of recognition,
to every wish, to every star,
to every sea,...
I would be a sweet melody,
play me soft,
play me slow.
Play me,
Again.

 

[quietpoet]

And to the love that shouldn't be wasted...

8 tracks, vinyl, the medium never mattered,
just the caressing of the needle or magnet.
Like tongues to breasts,
one insertion leads to another,
climaxes with a standing ovation,
sticky tears of joy flood tattered sheets...


qp

 

[RhymeFairy]

just started this train of thought in metaphoric wonder....challenges the minds of poets to fullfill the ideas...what say you..to the message of the blue bubble...

cds play our tunes
dvds store the playtime
of imagination
and I am wondering
If we as mere mortals
can create such
recordings in waves
how much more then
are we the ulitmate
recorded message
scripted on the perfect
dvd of us...
and what would your recording be left behind????

standing alone, tattered
and skinned. skimmed by a
maniacal melancholiacl fiend.

such fury now, left behind.
for this mortal, of fearsome
deeds, shall fulfill her every
dream.

picture snaps of picturesque
nights, in the arms of loves
kind eyes.

delightful days spent
worshiping at the alter,
of my angelic Adonis,
masterful master
of my heart and soul.

only a small glimpse into
times portal. my future
my dreams ...



I know. You wanted a picture of times past
... I give you my future as I see it. Will think
on this past issue and get bach at ya ~

Happy writing~
Oh Yeah ... Keep in mind,
I have not written in a few
and I am soo feelin da burn ~ grins*

 

[bluerains]

saweet....

standing alone, tattered
and skinned. skimmed by a
maniacal melancholiacl fiend.

such fury now, left behind.
for this mortal, of fearsome
deeds, shall fulfill her every
dream.

picture snaps of picturesque
nights, in the arms of loves
kind eyes.

delightful days spent
worshiping at the alter,
of my angelic Adonis,
masterful master
of my heart and soul.

only a small glimpse into
times portal. my future
my dreams ...



It can be about anything you would want to leave as a movie to review from a future seeing it as your cd...a mark to leave behind past present or future...see.

I know. You wanted a picture of times past
... I give you my future as I see it. Will think
on this past issue and get bach at ya ~

Happy writing~
Oh Yeah ... Keep in mind,
I have not written in a few
and I am soo feelin da burn ~ grins*

 

[RhymeFairy]

Cherry lips vamped.

 

[bluerains]

stone washed

mood is wet
mind is soft
patching walls
of sullied thoughts
through plaster
moon gazes
into reflection
of glassy eyes

 

[My Erotic Tale]

mood is wet
mind is soft
dirty thoughts
paste walls
through ceiling
moon gazes
into reflection
of glassy eyes

your a muse aren't you? <grin>
very nice ~

thank you for the hurricane advice (~_*)

 

[bluerains]

Opinion Blots

Empathicly speaking,
inkwells prefer rhapsody
of resonation...
Completing thoughts
unwritten by those
they cleave closeness to.
Peering within underpinings
of complex genius;
unraveling before them
style of tone
and temper.
Do they meddle?
hell yeah,
tis a trait cast
before indigo mavens
to see a song unsung
in masquerade,
and reveal its
costume,
dancing in two
step...
Scrawling a semblance
of sanity..

 

[quietpoet]

And editing is in order...

Empathically speaking,
inkwells prefer rhapsody
of resonation,
completing thoughts
unwritten by those
they cleave closeness to.

Peering within underpinnings
of complex genius,
unraveling before them
style of tone
and temper.

Do they meddle?
hell yeah,
'tis a trait cast
before indigo mavens
to see a song unsung
in masquerade,
revealing its
costume,
dancing in two-step,
scrawling a weak semblance
of sanity..

Your everloving editor...
qp

 

[bluerains]

now Q....

Your everloving editor...
qp

U R the meddler seen to discribe the poem...

 

[RhymeFairy]

Empathy transfers
eagerness to the unwilling
mind. Persistent pleasantries,
plow thoughts, to command
attention. Setting forth a devout
dunking, into this waterless well,
of daybreaks dreams ...



Just a thought, almost
an argument with tha mind.
ya think ... lol.

Happy writing my friends.
I have missed ya ~

 

[sweet GA peaches]

Empathy transfers
eagerness to the unwilling
mind. Persistent pleasantries,
plow thoughts, to command
attention. Setting forth a devout
dunking, into this waterless well,
of daybreaks dreams ...



Just a thought, almost
an argument with tha mind.
ya think ... lol.

Happy writing my friends.
I have missed ya ~

TO the mind,
I am but wonderous
of all that I have drank ,
and swallowed.
So surely to consume
the very thought,
that now bleeds into a word.
You spun me around,
like that little string on your finger,
and I linger..
for what is left.
So that I may spew it
back into the universe,
and create with you,
a word or few.
Until every vowel breaks,
with longing.



spun off what I read... hmmm, it could not be a hangover,
for I have not been drinking, LOL...
thanks for the moments muse RF !

with my peaches ... and a

 

[RhymeFairy]

Little ring, little ring
where have thou been?
Traveled the world,
no coming back again.

Settled upon fingers
of gold. Hampered
to divulge all that's
been told.

Circle of never ending
love. Wraps and warps
the minds eye. Settling
down - pushing off, end
of Domination's Lane.

Channeling the mystic,
to tell a fortune, of gold.
No, cannot be. Tarnished
by hypocrisy. Bent, beyond
repair. Now, the playing
ground, is fair and square.

Little ring, little ring
around tha poesy.
No stopping me now.
I have thrown you
away. Never to come
back, never I say ....

 

[bluerains]

excellent work

U 2...I bow to your awesome muses..SGP ..you poem is a keeper...luved it...
RF...as always you ignite a path with a new vision...luv2/2back2back verses...

 

[bluerains]

wind chiseled roses
licked clean
cloaking bedevilment
with blushed petals
color falls pale
to the tainted weeds
as another bride
blushes....

 

[RhymeFairy]

wind chiseled roses
licked clean
cloaking bedevilment
with blushed petals
color falls pale
to the tainted weeds
as another bride
blushes....

brides blushes petals
of pink. whitewashed gown
gathered, and bound.

walking, tripping down
a garden path. two roads
ahead, one leads the other
follows.

tiptoe kisses, moans of
regret. blackening skies,
whirling ahead. blood
stained prick, all is lost.
for she can no longer pay
the cost.

blues signing on the wind.
yellow sun, never shall she
witness again. lingering doubts
of a loveless match, thinking
he is not her catch.

bands of gold catching
crystallized dreams, thrown
away with the ripping of
gown seams. torn asunder
with the best man. white
washed gown can
not be cleaned ...


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thanks Blue.
I am in a funny mood it seems.
Just cannot think/write happy thoughts.
Ya eve do that? I am not sad, or mad or anything,
just a lil gloomy I guess ~


Happy Writing ~

 

[bluerains]

impressions

brides blushes petals
of pink. whitewashed gown
gathered, and bound.

walking, tripping down
a garden path. two roads
ahead, one leads the other
follows.

tiptoe kisses, moans of
regret. blackening skies,
whirling ahead. blood
stained prick, all is lost.
for she can no longer pay
the cost.

blues signing on the wind.
yellow sun, never shall she
witness again. lingering doubts
of a loveless match, thinking
he is not her catch.

bands of gold catching
crystallized dreams, thrown
away with the ripping of
gown seams. torn asunder
with the best man. white
washed gown can
not be cleaned ...


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thanks Blue.
I am in a funny mood it seems.
Just cannot think/write happy thoughts.
Ya eve do that? I am not sad, or mad or anything,
just a lil gloomy I guess ~


Happy Writing ~

here of dreams revealed as rosy glasses removed and stains bleed truth of a white picket fence....really nice pen sweetie...all of us are in a strange mood these days as the mother rattles the cage and calls for her life back...not to worry...rhyme rules

 

[My Erotic Tale]

brides blushes petals
of pink. whitewashed gown
gathered, and bound.

walking, tripping down
a garden path. two roads
ahead, one leads the other
follows.

tiptoe kisses, moans of
regret. blackening skies,
whirling ahead. blood
stained prick, all is lost.
for she can no longer pay
the cost.

blues signing on the wind.
yellow sun, never shall she
witness again. lingering doubts
of a loveless match, thinking
he is not her catch.

bands of gold catching
crystallized dreams, thrown
away with the ripping of
gown seams. torn asunder
with the best man. white
washed gown can
not be cleaned ...


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thanks Blue.
I am in a funny mood it seems.
Just cannot think/write happy thoughts.
Ya eve do that? I am not sad, or mad or anything,
just a lil gloomy I guess ~


Happy Writing ~

thanks blue and Rf... a couple of sweethearts

 

[bluerains]

ahh..

sweet blue..can any man hold you..
lady of the lake
whisper of wind
man has no answer for
even a flower
he can not
transend