FRENZIED EMOTIONS

By  Charles Robert Lindholm and Wet Bliss (Italics)

I look in your eyes
and they tell me everything
your body lusts for

No Voice Left

 

Forrest reminded us that life is like a box of chocolates
Who knows what we will get as we go though challenges
There are times we see planets align we feel so blessed
Then we turn around, almost knocked down by changes.

Sensitive

You are too sensitive

My mother says to my 10 year-old-self

I look at her quizzically, confused.

Metamorphosis

Can a cigarette warm
the coldness of a soul
that stopped giving a damn
about it all?

Can a touch restore
the blood into the veins
of a body that’s been buried
under a million chains?

How?

How can you give up on the only self..
that never gave up on you?

How can you put a full stop to a story..
that involves other people too?

Sweet Intrepidity

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Sweet Intrepidity reaching into the depths

Of all I hide, yet all I posses,

Laying bare these fears and suspicions

Collateral damage of volatile visage;

Vast, unbending, Audacity

this time

this time
I won’t let
your soul fall
into the sadness
you feed

this time
I won’t let you
hurt yourself
as I watch
you bleed

I Wonder If

I still feel..
your lips on mine
as I held you close
and your hair did shine
under a million stars
when everything seemed to align.

I wonder if..
you think about me too
when you lie in bed at night
under a million different stars
knowing my heart still belongs to you.

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Loves Intoxication: Haiku

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Sighs thunder Within

Loves Sweet Intoxication

Yet only with You!

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Between You and Me

Image by Oleg Oprisco

Between you and I

Is a thin film of space

Naked to the eyes but vivid

To our senses.

To Live As Tree

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How Lovely it would be to Live as Tree,

Silvery in Shimmering Moonglow,

Memory and Bliss

Speak to my Heart, O Love;

Sing from my Soul, to Yours, True One;

Enrapture me with the Blissful Touch of Your Love

And I shall Ever Know True Happiness,

True Contentment;

In Knowing You

And

In Being Known by You,

Fair Season

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Shall I Sing in Sweetest Clamor
Harkening Thee to The Glory of Day?
Shall I Listen to the Lark’s Pure Chatter,
Spinning Gold From Flaxen hay?
Shall I Weave this Tapestry

In This Soft Hour

In this Soft Hour,
By which Light no Shadows fall
To Kiss the Silver Moonlight of my sorrow.
Alone, tis naught but my own Memory which Speaks,

Harmony – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Directions differ

Fused by a similar Breath

Harmony Growing

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Precious – Sonnet 39

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Before the waking hour of morning Sighs,

Before the Moonspun night undoes her hair,

Between the shades of Winsome darkness lies

The blushing rose of Passion’s Touch, so Fair;

Reverie -#DailyHaikuChallenge

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Breathless Glimmering

Beauty Beyond expressing

Reverie of sighs

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Break

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Break
Like Rain upon the Mourning Cloud,
Falling from the Tumbling Thunder
In Torrents of Refreshing chasms
That Cleanse and Renew,
Breaking
Down the barriers,

Exquisite Rhyme

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Oh this Love that fills my Heart

Pounding in symphony with Yours;

Truest Love
Deepest Desire
Burning Passion

Melodious Rhyme

(Please enhance the poem by listening to the music while reading.)

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Words Spun through willowy Time

Echoing,

Enchanting

In Harmonious Rhyme

Silence Sings

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Hush my Darling,
Draw Close
Without a word,
While all the Night Whispers
One Sweet Chord,
Spellbinding,
Enchanting,
In the Stillness with You,
My One,
My Only,
Forever
True.

You Never Know

The thing about life is,
that you never know..

You never know who you hurt with the words you spoke,
or whose heart you accidentally broke.

You never know who you damaged every bit of their soul,
or whose shine you mercilessly stole.

Hues

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Shifting Hues Like Shadow Play
Across the Luminous Breaking Day,
Echoes of a Glimmering Time

Where Love Stands

 

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In the Secret Avenues of my Heart

Where Love Stands Strong

Against the Tide and Turmoil of this Life,

I Still Believe,

Transition

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Sparkle of dim Light

Transition into Silence

Deep Memory Waits

Full Measure

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Shape Unto Thy Resort My Truest Love,
That Fitting, It Should Fit Like Silken Glove,
With Affection in my Heart that Knows this Joy,
As the Sun does Bless, His Charms Blessing Employ;

Anticipation

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Caress of Autumn

Winter Opening her wings

Anticipation

Refuge

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The Soft sound of His Breath

Whispers Delicately infused in Whispers

The Light Shiver of His Touch