Poem on loving from a distance
Day: July 8, 2021
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collecting ~
what evidence
remains –
a ring upon my table
the faintest scent
of smoke
within my hair
a shadow burned
from down the hall –
edges I can’t see
reminders
of a lifetime
everywhere
poetry
fills my bed
begged you once
to leave
I’m not the same
nightbirds nest within
weightless
as a memory
familiar discontent –
dust collecting
just beneath my skin
. . .
HYPNOTIZED By Nichole Sulpizio 💋
Written For D 💋
Mesmerized by his eyes
Hazel sheen
She gazes in
Beauty seen
The portrait of a decant face
His soul speaks loudly
His heart pounding within
Thumping rapidly
Heavy breathing
Desire like a ragging fire 🔥
Entrapped
For she is hypnotized
Her eye’s blue green
Cats design
Yellow ring
Rare
Like her long blonde streaked hair
To her beautiful place
Called heavens gate
She is everything but plain
Angels wings
Like a whisper
Devilish too
Make a man come unglued
He upon a stare
Is aware
She is his dream come true
He is hypnotized
There kiss 💋
Soft and long
Seductive
Moans In unison
Climactic
His tongue
Her touch
There Yearning is such
Nothing can separate them
For they are hypnotized!!
Copyright © 2021 Nichole Sulpizio All Rights Reserved
42
Things have changed a little here in Worthing over time as there was no big wheel here back in nineteen seventy-nine Forty-two years passed since then yet we two still are here soulmates then and soulmates now in our forty-second year They say that love grows stronger over time well, we'll attest to that as here we are still holding hands a total truth in fact Yes, some things change as years go by but forever me and you forty-two years wed and and still a love steadfast and true
©Jemverse
Photo – Mr and Mrs C – 42 years on – Worthing, July 2021
Some People Pray For Money
Some people pray for money
Some people pray for fame
Some people pray for power
Or a little piece of acclaim
Some people pray for their families
Their mothers, brothers and wives
While some only pray for themselves
For happiness in their lives
Some wish for solitude
While some wish for lasting friends
Some wish for a plate of food
While some wish for dividends
Yet there are some among us
Who never wish for a thing
They only fold their hands
To thank the Lord and sing
Stand Tall
Never demean your true self even when you feel the heat surrounded by self proclaimed savants. Always stand tall on the values you believe, the ethos you feel strong about, for no one but you can dwarf your thoughts
Shantanu Baruah #byme #amwriting
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Passing Thoughts
When the wait becomes unbearable and anxiousness crowds the mind, I rekindle a few memories and reminisce our good old times
Shantanu Baruah #byme #amwriting
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Forming – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
“You cannot look in a new direction by looking harder in the same direction.” Edward De Bono
Forming It caught me by surprise, whipping dust across my face, forcing me to blink, once, twice, icy winter wind racing onwards, oblivious to my discomfort, changing, then changing again, crossing over me in spontaneous whirls, ruffling my feathers, so to speak, introducing the tiniest thought, a fleeting beginning, a niggling doubt that, somehow, I had stayed on this path too long, and though I couldn't quite see it, there was, forming in my mind, another way. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
Impossibility
“how are you?,”
she asks,
like people always do,
as if she, like most,
does not understand the absolute impossibility of the question
it becomes a frantic puzzle to decode:
does she really want to know the truth?
how can I possibly sum it up in a simple answer?
or is she just asking in the meaningless way people do,
only wanting the answer,
“fine”
because I am not fine
The Reluctant Poet 