Whisper to me
Whisper to me
A whisper and I open
The touch of his hand and I lay
Myself before him
Naked and vulnerable
Timid and ravenous
Eager and afraid
Yet here I lay,
Softly
Waiting
To be filled with his
Passion
To feel the dragon
Awaken
And soar above all
Pain, above all the
Insanity
Then look down upon
Myself
Impure but beautiful
In his arms.
Hope someone else enjoys this. I know I did. :yh_wink
The touch of his hand and I lay
Myself before him
Naked and vulnerable
Timid and ravenous
Eager and afraid
Yet here I lay,
Softly
Waiting
To be filled with his
Passion
To feel the dragon
Awaken
And soar above all
Pain, above all the
Insanity
Then look down upon
Myself
Impure but beautiful
In his arms.
Hope someone else enjoys this. I know I did. :yh_wink
- Suresh Gupta
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koan wrote: A whisper and I open
The touch of his hand and I lay
Myself before him
Naked and vulnerable
Timid and ravenous
Eager and afraid
Yet here I lay,
Softly
Waiting
To be filled with his
Passion
To feel the dragon
Awaken
And soar above all
Pain, above all the
Insanity
Then look down upon
Myself
Impure but beautiful
In his arms.
Hope someone else enjoys this. I know I did. :yh_wink
It is 'free-for-all' enjoyment.
A good poem. Is it your poem or quoted from elsewhere?
The touch of his hand and I lay
Myself before him
Naked and vulnerable
Timid and ravenous
Eager and afraid
Yet here I lay,
Softly
Waiting
To be filled with his
Passion
To feel the dragon
Awaken
And soar above all
Pain, above all the
Insanity
Then look down upon
Myself
Impure but beautiful
In his arms.
Hope someone else enjoys this. I know I did. :yh_wink
It is 'free-for-all' enjoyment.
A good poem. Is it your poem or quoted from elsewhere?
Whisper to me
It's mine...as much as poetry ever really belongs to a person.
Thanks for enjoying it.
Thanks for enjoying it.
- Suresh Gupta
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- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 11:29 pm
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Warsai wrote: Such a passionate poem, koan. You did a wonderful job.
Yes koan, same is my observation.
Yes koan, same is my observation.
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KlatunIckto wrote: how will you feel the dragon when touch alone causes you to reel? :-5
You talk as if you know of what you speak. Perhaps my sensitivity to touch allows me to feel the dragon more easily. Don't bang your head so hard, why don't you write a poem instead.
You talk as if you know of what you speak. Perhaps my sensitivity to touch allows me to feel the dragon more easily. Don't bang your head so hard, why don't you write a poem instead.
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KlatunIckto wrote:
I fear that to attempt to write anything new would be even less pleasent,for poetry is overly idealistic & optimistic written mostly by those with little realistic understanding,rather fantasy,illogical hope is at there root.
Many of my poems have been written to work through unpleasant emotions. Since I have trouble understanding my emotions it is often best just to give them a playground...poetry.
Hope is what keeps us from being junkies. I decided that while researching the drug infested east side of Vancouver for a documentary. If I am addicted to hope I am not that distraught.
For example, I deeply hope to hear your poetry (erotic is fine). If I am rewarded then it will be fulfilled. If I am not, I will never know what I am missing.
I fear that to attempt to write anything new would be even less pleasent,for poetry is overly idealistic & optimistic written mostly by those with little realistic understanding,rather fantasy,illogical hope is at there root.
Many of my poems have been written to work through unpleasant emotions. Since I have trouble understanding my emotions it is often best just to give them a playground...poetry.
Hope is what keeps us from being junkies. I decided that while researching the drug infested east side of Vancouver for a documentary. If I am addicted to hope I am not that distraught.
For example, I deeply hope to hear your poetry (erotic is fine). If I am rewarded then it will be fulfilled. If I am not, I will never know what I am missing.
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See it is not so silly to be hopeful. Sometimes it is answered.
A sentiment well expressed.
I particularily enjoy the ending. As my understanding of time is somewhat "liberated", to remember the times brings them back to the present as surely as having them recur. That memory is there for the living at any moment you choose.
I like your recognition of self enslavement. Taking reponsibility for your own enslavement. The muses and mystics may appear from the most unlikely sages and the answer may come from your own great mind.
Thank you. :-6 I hope you find/write more. There's that hope thing again. Yet I now have one great poem to return to now that I know what I had been missing.
A sentiment well expressed.
I particularily enjoy the ending. As my understanding of time is somewhat "liberated", to remember the times brings them back to the present as surely as having them recur. That memory is there for the living at any moment you choose.
I like your recognition of self enslavement. Taking reponsibility for your own enslavement. The muses and mystics may appear from the most unlikely sages and the answer may come from your own great mind.
Thank you. :-6 I hope you find/write more. There's that hope thing again. Yet I now have one great poem to return to now that I know what I had been missing.
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KlatunIckto wrote: note that that one was writ when hopes fantasy had still a mark apon my soul.
twas writ in march of 93 just before the siren from hell crushed my all,and none since have there been,unlikely otherwise ever to be.
thus here am I in this giddy world wide web for all to see.
This is another poem, yes? Now I have two.
I think if you had no hope you wouldn't be here in the Garden. If you did make it here with no hope, you wouldn't be posting if you remained hopeless.
twas writ in march of 93 just before the siren from hell crushed my all,and none since have there been,unlikely otherwise ever to be.
thus here am I in this giddy world wide web for all to see.
This is another poem, yes? Now I have two.
I think if you had no hope you wouldn't be here in the Garden. If you did make it here with no hope, you wouldn't be posting if you remained hopeless.
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KlatunIckto wrote: If you wish to call it such,rather a simple reply.
If I found it to be poetic in nature, then to me it is such.
Coming here,and posting has nothing to do with hope rather its painters/writers block or Iam completly overly 110% bored. :guitarist
As I say to my daughter, you are far too intelligent to ever be bored.
post script; is paula being mean or does she understand what she typed? :wah:
I took her comment as a compliment.
If I found it to be poetic in nature, then to me it is such.
Coming here,and posting has nothing to do with hope rather its painters/writers block or Iam completly overly 110% bored. :guitarist
As I say to my daughter, you are far too intelligent to ever be bored.
post script; is paula being mean or does she understand what she typed? :wah:
I took her comment as a compliment.
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koan wrote: I took her comment as a compliment.
The most wonderful gift I ever received.....
Was an IDEA that planted a "seed"
That grew into....WEEDS AND LEAVES
It came from a friend who enabled me to know...my path in this life,was to help things grow.
The garden we plan, and plant today,
Link us to life in a beautiful way.
Sun and soil, wind and sky,
These are the healthy reasons why.....
To spend time, working in the ground
Surrounded by the most healing sounds.
Water and birds,crickets and geese
Landscaping brings joy and peace.
Observe our beautiful landscape ,become aware..
Discover a feeling that cannott compare
To ANYTHING that you can buy. A slice of earth surrounded by sky.
Connect with growing things.....
Soon you will know....
Like plants, healthy humans,
Not ONLY live, but grow.
The most wonderful gift I ever received.....
Was an IDEA that planted a "seed"
That grew into....WEEDS AND LEAVES
It came from a friend who enabled me to know...my path in this life,was to help things grow.
The garden we plan, and plant today,
Link us to life in a beautiful way.
Sun and soil, wind and sky,
These are the healthy reasons why.....
To spend time, working in the ground
Surrounded by the most healing sounds.
Water and birds,crickets and geese
Landscaping brings joy and peace.
Observe our beautiful landscape ,become aware..
Discover a feeling that cannott compare
To ANYTHING that you can buy. A slice of earth surrounded by sky.
Connect with growing things.....
Soon you will know....
Like plants, healthy humans,
Not ONLY live, but grow.
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How nice that your work inspires poetry in you.
You must be very good at your job.
You must be very good at your job.
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I spent 9 years Landscaping. Started a company in Virginia called Weeds and Leaves. Nine of the best years of my life. Last year was the final year.The old bones had to move on... It broke my heart to give it up..But it was time. Made some of the best friends who will be with me for the rest of my life. I wish I had discovered it 20 years earlier.
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koan wrote: See it is not so silly to be hopeful. Sometimes it is answered.
A sentiment well expressed.
I particularily enjoy the ending. As my understanding of time is somewhat "liberated", to remember the times brings them back to the present as surely as having them recur. That memory is there for the living at any moment you choose.
I like your recognition of self enslavement. Taking reponsibility for your own enslavement. The muses and mystics may appear from the most unlikely sages and the answer may come from your own great mind.
Thank you. :-6 I hope you find/write more. There's that hope thing again. Yet I now have one great poem to return to now that I know what I had been missing.
Wherever we are... we are quite the same..
Work and play keeping ourselves sane
Think about hurt.. Try to smile
Eat and sleep.. Play on the computer for a while.....
Strive to be better.. Hope to be smart.... Work on self esteem
Speak from the heart
Are you mad at me? translates this way.....
Take me for who I am... Dont run away
A sentiment well expressed.
I particularily enjoy the ending. As my understanding of time is somewhat "liberated", to remember the times brings them back to the present as surely as having them recur. That memory is there for the living at any moment you choose.
I like your recognition of self enslavement. Taking reponsibility for your own enslavement. The muses and mystics may appear from the most unlikely sages and the answer may come from your own great mind.
Thank you. :-6 I hope you find/write more. There's that hope thing again. Yet I now have one great poem to return to now that I know what I had been missing.
Wherever we are... we are quite the same..
Work and play keeping ourselves sane
Think about hurt.. Try to smile
Eat and sleep.. Play on the computer for a while.....
Strive to be better.. Hope to be smart.... Work on self esteem
Speak from the heart
Are you mad at me? translates this way.....
Take me for who I am... Dont run away
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- Suresh Gupta
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weeder wrote: Wherever we are... we are quite the same..
Work and play keeping ourselves sane
Think about hurt.. Try to smile
Eat and sleep.. Play on the computer for a while.....
Strive to be better.. Hope to be smart.... Work on self esteem
Speak from the heart
Are you mad at me? translates this way.....
Take me for who I am... Dont run away
Nice and loving thoughts. Thanks for sharing with us.
Work and play keeping ourselves sane
Think about hurt.. Try to smile
Eat and sleep.. Play on the computer for a while.....
Strive to be better.. Hope to be smart.... Work on self esteem
Speak from the heart
Are you mad at me? translates this way.....
Take me for who I am... Dont run away
Nice and loving thoughts. Thanks for sharing with us.