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POTW
When Wishes were made on a shooting star
The Heavens looked down and smiled
With sprinkles of stardust on a whisper of moonbeams
They created for us a child
Soothed you were by twinkling stars
In a crib that faced a velvet sky
Did Queen Cassiopeia sing you a sweet lullaby
As she heard your cries from ever so high
In the years that followed you blossomed
Joy abounded at the Wondrous You
A rare jewel that we could hardly believe was ours
A beacon lighting a path so True
We named you Vincent - Our shooting Star
We felt with the artist you identified
a gifted creativity - an affinity with stars
Sharing a world of art personified
The ‘Via Lactea’ expanded into names defined
Elliptical galaxies pondered while star gazing
Sirius the Dog Star the brightest of all
Followed by Canopus and Arcturus - Amazing
Vega - Alpha Lyrae - the Soaring Eagle
You dragged us into your nightly game
Willing participants we soared with Him
Our mundane lives now never the same
Tents were pitched on ink black nights
Constellations on high seriously contemplated
Of Draconis, Capricornus, Gemini and Aries
The Heavenly hand that had so skilfully created
You captured the Milky Way in oils and canvas
In a fashion shared with artists of old
Your palette made up of hues and shades
With flaming strokes of colors so bold
And then it all Changed
Why did it all change? You drew within
Shutting us out despite our pleas
Your palette changed to blacks and greys
A boat rocking on emotional seas
We begged and pleaded - you shut the door
Leaving us baffled at what was wrong
Your light grew dimmer by the day
Our sorrow sang its own woeful song
And then on one starry starry night
The final flame - extinguished by you
Leaving utter devastation - bereft in its wake
Your parents’ hearts broken in two
Time heals all wounds so they say
Your farewell note being read and reread
Through tears of sadness, the hurt replaced
With acceptance and forgiveness instead.
And now as we sit years later on our porch
Staring at one star that sparkles so Bright
The words of Don McLean’s echoes in our minds
Of Vincent and his Starry Starry Night
‘For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that Starry Starry night
You took your life
Like sometimes lovers do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you’
Footnote:
Though fictitious, this is a story that truly represents teenage Cyber bullying suicides all over the world including Asia today. The innocent victims fear blackmail and repercussions refusing to talk it over with parents or mentors.
The parents are not even aware sometimes of the dark void of despair their child is facing and trying to address by themselves of which they have no experience and sometimes think the only way out is to end it all.
In this cyber age, these cowardly bullies hide behind anonymity, targeting their innocent victims, spreading and sharing lies and venom.
Hat’s off to my friend Kate Pennington of ‘Beyond a Joke’ Anti-Bullying Centre, in Sydney Australia, an amazing lady dedicated to helping the youth.
No real names of victims have been used in this piece of poetry and any resemblance is purely coincidental.
POTW 23rd April 2017
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POTD 6th Sept 2019
When the dawn kisses the dew on all thing that grow
and that first melancholy thought, ponderous and low
questions any relevant notions to how Time flows
shattering dreams and purpose as onward it goes
~ Explain the unexplained ~
Scientific theories he questions difficult to comprehend
that Time is without beginning ~ Time has no end
To assume Time travel to the past is absurd
Is to mock quantum physics so wonderfully weird
Once ‘neath a starry sky a frozen memory in Time
When vows were exchanged in a moment sublime
In blatant disregard Time stole what was not IT’S to keep
Tears soothe not a broken heart and regrets bed deep
To take back what was his surely would not be a crime?
If he could but turn back the Hands of time
~ Explain the unexplained ~
The limits to human perception to many are obscure
Though thought becomes lucid in the absence of fear
Belief belies science for this Traveler of might
Impervious to erratic judgement and misguided sight
Whispered words he hears in the drum’s haunting beat
‘Courage Traveler ~ forge your heart in the furnace of heat
integrated with energy ~ enigma of time travel so fleet
‘Carpe Diem’ lest Time pass’ introeo no retreat’
Time waits for no man with The Portal it casts
Dexterity and skill required so the Traveler moves fast
The leap between Present and Beyond mere seconds to last
On to a crystalline galaxy where Time is steadfast
~ Explain the unexplained ~
Encapsulated in Love ~ Time is ever last
Synopsis
I was asked if the young bride died.
No - she did not die, but was merely caught up in time as it
sped away with her, leaving behind her devastated husband.
Refusing to give up his search for her, he set about trying to figure out the complexities of space and time. Conquering his fear threshold,
he ‘jumps’ into the ‘timeless gap’ to be with her.
According to the theory of relativity, the space and time continuum
are not what they appear. Being relative, they do not always function
in a similar fashion and are not experienced in the same way every time.
Time does stand still when we are in pure admiration, in awe, in wonder
and in adoration, where the purest form of love exists. It is in these
moments we experience a different galaxy where indeed time
does stand still.
Like Eternity ~ One moment is like A thousand years and A thousand years is like one moment.
By Maria Williams
Video arrangement, production, direction, sound mixing
and compilation:
Ron Williams
Video editing, graphics, compilation
Jayne Hartanto
Narrated by Tiffany C
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POTD 6th Sept 2019
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Like the Evening Star guided ancient mariners through calm or troubled seas
Let it guide and help spread this message of Peace to the far ends of galaxies
May it become the ‘Swan Song Poem’ of all time for one and all to see and perhaps even reach world leaders.
Please Share it and make this a powerful message.
(This ‘Pyramid of Peace’ concept was devised by Winged Warrior and Maria Williams)
Written in conjunction with the input of the remarkable Poets of this Poetic community.
Thanks all our friends, let’s spread the word.
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May the ambient Angel's singing adorn this blessed earth - ~Winged Warrior~
Lay our cares and troubles aside linking arms as in rebirth - ~Maria Williams~
Let the armada of love set sail
To kiss the shores of those who need healing - ~Silent One~
~*~
And across the seas of difference
To hearts in need of loving - ~Carole Duet~
Open our heart and souls in giving, thus we truly live - ~Robert J.Lindley~
May we find the strength and conviction to love and forgive - ~Paul Callus~
And bring smiles to others by the way that we live - ~Becca Tegan~
Accepting our task beyond any reason or control - ~Cecilia Crasto~
Assiduously all souls strive for the very same goal - ~White Wolf~
Help me, O Lord, to regain that wide-eyed compassion and peace that comes with trust - ~Victor Buhagiar~
A prayer for the vision to see beauty and love in the living world around us
- ~Anne-Lise~
Peaceful bodies, peaceful minds
A peaceful world when our love combines - ~Arturo Michael~
May the world find joy in the winds of peace - ~Joseph May~
The thunder of war will be silenced when humanity’s roar for peace is heard - ~Demetrios Trifiatis~
Praying for the day when hostilities cease - ~Vijay Pandit~
May you watch over us as we travel the path of life - ~John Gondolf~
~*~
When this world is full of troubles gone rife
Let us as poets bring together a life without strife - ~Brenda Chiri~
Though time zones separate us like a vagrant breeze
We are connected by our willingness to share our selves with our hearts' ease -
~nette onclaud~
Whether young or old, big or small, we wish for peace for one an all -~raw thinker~
Let there be light to shine the way for each other today - ~Heidi Sands~
While angel wings cradle us with their warmth as we pray - ~Eve Roper~
Let there be righteous examples of kindness to show us the way - ~Andrea Dietrich~
Sharing sapiential pearls of peace in spiritual strands of unity - ~Susan Ashley~
We will set sail on a peaceful voyage from now to eternity - ~Martin Williams~
May the flowers of peace outgrow the weeds of war - ~Robert Haigh~
And tranquil grasses be not imbrued red anymore - ~George V~
Drink from the fountain of his love and ye shall thirst no more - ~Annieve Leonardi~
That man war no more ten thousand angels sent to sing
To this humble place 'A Star of Peace' this night would bring - ~Old Buck~
Fill our hearts with your heavenly joy so we find true happiness - ~Akkina Downing~
Blessed be our union in prayer as we implore your kindness - ~Afzal Nusker~
My heart fills with wonder at celestial creations
Gleaming Peace not just for me but for entire nations - ~Judith S~
Huddled as one in winter’s dark, may unity light salvation’s spark- ~Ilona Rapp~
~*~
Profound closing words from our friend, a spiritual and philosophic guru -
~Demetrios Trifiatis~
No land or sea would ever be so vast
To prevent us, my dear brother, my caring sister,
From building the blessed by heavens bridge of peace and love
~*~
End prayer by ~Gary Bateman~
May Almighty God in His most divine and infinite wisdom help and guide all people and societies of our mortal world to begin the process of healing the divisions and problems that tear us asunder,
And that we all pledge to especially help those who are least fortunate among us. Amen!!
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~*~ENYA~*~
May it be you journey on
To light the day - When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Believe and you will find your way
A promise lives within you now
~A Happy, Safe and Peaceful Christmas to One and All~
An Invitation -
All are welcome to join - please feel free to Soup Mail me an approximate a 15 syllable contribution and I’ll gladly add your entry to the Poem.
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Eyes are the windows of a soul and they say ‘Love is blind’
But how do you describe colour to a sightless person?
Such depths to your violet eyes
The windows of your Soul
A flickering source of emotions
Speaking volumes ~ though sightless
Not limited by vision
Not obscured by darkness
Your dazzling beauty of true colour
Conceals your inner world
Of complex greys
Your smiles create rainbows
That stay
All through my day
In a world of colour
For some eyes
Sadness and mistrust linger
Your eyes mirror only
Beauty and Hope ~ Love and Joy
You ask for a detailed description of
the colour of your eyes
How can I?
Futile will be my try
No Master’s artistic brush can decipher
That deeper shade of violet
Changing like the sun’s ceremonial display
Retaining an aura of mystery
Seeking only truth
In your abstract blur of colour
Though ~ let me try
Here place your hand on my heart
How can one see colour
If it can’t be felt
Look through my eyes
Feel that majestic sky
With its beautiful variations of blue
Serenading the aqua sea below
Through sparkles of iridescent silver bursts
A tinge of pearly pink lazily drifts past
I hastily dip my brush just a touch
Do you see? Swirling pink with the blue
Another dip into the aqua of the sea
Hints from the bushes of lilacs below
A smidge of the red poppy
Blended till it’s the right shade of a violet hue
Can you feel my colour?
Behind your veil of black velvet?
My humble artistic attempt
Going beyond my range of limitations
Your
eyes glow
in approval
In that spinning vortex of
violet complexity ~ We dance in your world of darkness
As you whisper to me ~ that your eyes have always seen the stars.
We both look~~~~~incredulously ~~~~~at the same spot
A starburst ******************of light
A ~~~~~~~~~~~~~shooting~~~~~~~~~~~star
My wish ~~~~~~~~~~for you~~~~~~~~~~my love
To be ~~~~~~~~~~~~forever and~~~~~~~~always as
Brilliant as~~~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~~~you are
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True Colors movie clip – with vocals Anna Kendrick and Justin Timberlake
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POTW 1 Oct 2018
Gossip about her
swept the school yard through
“Hey if you’ve got what it takes
There’s this girl named Sue
For a pack of smokes
or a drink or two
She’ll kiss you ~ she’ll please you
like no other girl can do”
Her fuchsia glossed lips
Matched the colour of her hair
Her legs went on forever
She had a self-assured flair
He yearned for those baby blues
to stray his way
How did the cool guys snare girls
come what may?
Dreams on his pillow
a teenage fantasy
Were seconds away from becoming
a manly reality
She promised to meet him
in the park one night
Two packs of Marlboro’s
Under the pale moonlight
A brief kiss on the lips
then as she swiftly turned to go
He yanked her back hard
and as she fell to the floor
A fantasy was shattered
Hopes tossed away ~ abused
Feelings of rejection
Cast aside and confused
He lived in an era
Where double standards
were applauded
Girls were shamed
For going all the way
Boys rewarded
However integrity
doesn’t stoop to lows
no need to impress
Head high as he walked
it was not worth the stress
The journey was his ~ along this untrodden road
Tomorrow ~ todays rejection would be yesterday’s episode
Every step away from her was a gentle elixir
Then came her words on the wind ~ barely a whisper
‘Hey ~ I’m a virgin too ~ and a skank I’m not
They sully my name and my character they blot
The smokes are for my mum it eases her pain
And for my sick Ma I’ll do this again and again’
Continued in 'Tears on her pillow'...
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Tears for a Mother
Fears for a Father gone
Fate deals an unfair hand
The door to youthful joy closing
on adolescent shoulders imposing
grown up responsibilities instead
Eyes sadly deprived
See not the panorama
of pursuing cloud shapes
that conceal a frivolous Sun
playing hide and seek behind
Nor do they see the mischievous stars
scurrying in and out of the path
of the Moon’s orbital course
causing her impatience and wrath
No skipping joyously
through fields of heather
startling unsuspecting butterflies
No fantasy fairy fables
of where one seeks
an elusive four leaf clover*
No Christmas present peeks
under a non-existent twinkling tree
No answers to eternal questions
of love are sought
over plucking daisy petals
I love you ~ I love you not
Pushed aside let them be
For the young at heart
for those who see
her armour doesn’t slip
She has distanced herself
from emotional injury
Why then under a blanket of darkness
do streams of tears copiously flow
re-dampening a pillow
already soaked from the night before?
Reflections of regret
as she had watched him walk away
The shame of being tagged
Placed in a stereotypical box
Typecast with irrevocable
disparaging words of
‘slag’ ‘skank' ’ whore’
Accusations cast loosely
no longer ‘water off a duck’s back’
brutally now strike a hurtful blow
Did she imagine the compassion in his eyes?
No emphatic eyes have yet seen
what surely is a disadvantaged life?
Providing some comfort to ease the pain
for a sick mother who lies dying
are fraught with risks and strife
She questions yet again
Could the ‘wheels of fate’ be just altered?
Truth for Truth the Golden Rule
Trading kisses for cigarettes
is unquestionably uncool
Could Negative energy be interrupting Life’s Grand Scheme?
Where hides that elusive four leaf clover?
Or does it manifest to only those who dream?
And there he stands nervously at the school gates
A bunch of wild daisies in his hand
Oblivious to the snide smirks of the others
curious to see who he awaits
Apprehension and remorse in his eyes
Magically erased and replaced with euphoric joy
When he perceives her radiant smiles
Smiles that bring the curious sun out
pushing through darkened clouds
Illuminating the end of the tunnel bright
So she can see that rare delight
As her Hope intervened to send Faith
And his Love conceded to intercede Fate to make amends
The fairies shower luck and blessings
To the four leaf clover friends
*Four leaf clover ~ the first reference to luck might be from an 11-year-old girl, who wrote in an 1877 letter to St. Nicholas Magazine - “Did the fairies ever whisper in your ear, that a four-leaf clover brought good luck to the finder”.
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The Guardian
Melodic lullabies echo
As heart strings strum secret chords
As transcendental images appear
Stargazers are lost for words
Kaleidoscopic Illuminations
Paint the sky in optimistic light
Hope descends in serene silence
Floating through shadows of the night
Dancing spirits move to dulcet tunes
Shadows can be seen against the moon
Oh Redeemer do you hear their call?
Take with you those who have gone too soon
Hallelujah- Hallelujah
Hallelujah- Hallelujah
From the mouth of Babes
To hallowed ground we trip hand in hand
A new chapter to embrace in its splendour
Ring out voices on notes sweet and clear
To the universe our souls will surrender
Fragments of the past spun into flags of freedom
Our Victory March erased from strife
Away with the racing winds ever so bold
Singing Hallelujah to hail a new Life
The lighter the air the higher we climb
No more the fetid chitter chatter
To the fading strains of a repetitive tune
Not broken -We rise - We matter
Hallelujah-Hallelujah
Hallelujah-Hallelujah
The Guardian
Cyber conducts no hateful words
Whisper soft winds only of love
Ring euphonious echoes of Rapturous joy
While Heaven beckons from above
Finally free from those who judge,
Eyes glow as laughter begins to vibrate
Running together through fields of freedom
Babes hum rhapsodies that liberate.
From the mouth of Babes
Jubilous our shouts as onward we go
Skipping, laughing as each other we chase
Heaven embraces as we run to her arms
Soothed we feel in her cocooned embrace
Dissipate grey clouds from this Promised Land
Our Hallelujahs peal out sweet and light
Celestial Symphonies reach a crescendo
As the stars twinkle lustrous tonight
Hallelujah-Hallelujah-Hallelujah-Hallelujah
Acknowledgement:
My deepest appreciation to Silent One for his contributions and collaborating with me to bring this message of Hope to parents and loved ones who have suffered the extreme sadness through loss of their innocent children and the dark despair that follows.
Tragic as their loss is, this poem is to offer solace and perhaps help them understand their child has not totally gone. In ‘Hallelujah - From the Mouth of Babes’, this is what I envision it to be beyond the void of criticism and bullying, where Ethereal beings welcome them back to another innocent realm where they readily resume childlike exuberance. Perhaps, they will return in another time away from their dark experience.’
For my friend Kate Pennington an amazing lady dedicated to helping the youth in ‘Beyond a Joke’ Anti-Bullying Center, Australia, for whom I wrote ‘Starry Starry Night’ some time ago.
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POTW 9th July 2017
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POTD 30th August 2018
The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings? Or did shadows flit across the leaf strewn path?
No time to dwell ~ She must make haste
Long afore the sun breaks on the morrow
A day surely portent of wrath?
Freedom is in her hands tonight
Release from a tyrannical father
A personage demanding unquestioned obedience
Movements morph into shapes ~ her father’s vicious hounds
Bred to kill ~ Caesar and Brutus
~ A chill tingling ripple runs up her spine~
Baying ~ salivating ~ jumping high
~ Raring for release from muzzles and leashes
Tugged hard by camouflaged hands they jerk back disgruntled
Ferociously they sniff at the scent of blood drawing nigh
Dear God … He knows their plan to elope …
They wait in the shadows
Julius ~ his servant ~ she has sensed him
Creeping ~ Listening ~ Following
Stealthily comes her lover careful not to snap the twigs in the brush
Caution yet eagerness in his gazelle like stride
None the less the man marked for death defies a terror inside
And an overwhelming trepidation she cannot hide
She must alert him of the danger ahead
Love thinks not with logic but with the mind of impulse
Caution him she must ~ her father’s hunting gun will suffice
God lend her wings she prays as down the wooden stairs she flies
A scheme to foil a scheme in haste ~ is never easy to devise
With hands fumbling and trembling convulsively
She lifts the weighty gun off the rack
Snapping back the catch taking aim she fires upward
Up into the midnight sky
Ka Boom ~
They hear in the darkness
The errant bullet whistling through the air
Misinterprets its mission
Striking metal it ricochets
Ka Boom ~
Fate changes its pathway of plans well laid
An exchange for saving his life finding another target
It embeds
in her soft white flesh
Extinguishing her burning shining light instead
Only he seems to hear that heart rendering surprised note in her scream
Unmistakeable in Death ~ a melancholy hopelessness through that unfulfilled cry
Tapering down to the whispering echoing sigh lies the ghostly warning
Turn back! Turn back or you will die!
Heedless to the unshackling of the muzzles,
Mindless to the release of the constraining leads
Sightless to the vicious hounds that to him streak ~ and
Fearless of the cowardice measured by their evil deeds
With his Heart and Soul aflame and bleeding he races
Screaming to his fallen Rose ~ indifferent for his own life
Directly into their line of fire
Oh vengeful Nemesis carry their last piteous cries away ~ tarry naught
Naught for unrepentant men who gloat at a mission complete
Ignorant yet of the tragedy that awaits in the house on the hill
Leaving their hounds to stay by the lifeless prey ~
Reward for the blood of the kill
The Broken Man
Weeps
The sun sets an angry red
The aura round the moon glows a crimson hue
The
Broken
Man
Sobs
While
On her
Grave
An unwatered Rose
Flourishes and grows
Atoned by his tears instead
Footnote:
I have always wanted to write a tragic love story – I’ve chosen the Title of the Poem ‘My Heart will Go On’ to highlight that the heart of the Rose, albeit somewhat vengeful, still ‘goes on’ seeking atonement. The melancholy music ‘Titanic’ simply accentuates this tragedy and has no connection to this story - I trust you have enjoyed this piece.
Video Clip: 2 CELLOS Luka Sulic and Hauser
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POTD 2 July 2018
Humans are capable of ‘Changing their State’. At times, a stressful, negative fusillade can be encountered from an individual wishing to subvert a person for whatever reason.
Lady Gaga so aptly describes this in her video clip above - and she should know through experience.
Kindness is a sentiment no one can ultimately reject.
Hard to do you say? - It’s easy.
Firstly, refuse your alter ego permission to react immediately.
(Your alter ego is programmed to protect your from a ‘painful’ situation)
The brain is a Bio-computer and can easily be reset to ‘Default’ by breathing into your abdomen (not into your lungs), - hold and then exhale, each action performed slowly to the count of 6.
Accusatory fingers pointing ~ eyes glowing hate
Seeds of venom spewing forth slanderous lies
Jealousy in all its inglorious green eyed splendor
Wool clothed wolves with undetectable smiles
Any tick of the clock it creeps up upon you
Evil plays no favorite it’s any man’s game
Seeming to push you up that stairway of victory
Then perniciously denigrates ~ disavowing any blame
Damned if you do ~ Damned if you don’t
Kindness perceived as weakness gets cast out the door
Tendencies to vacillate creates chinks in your armour
Resolutely walk the tight rope ~ lest your knees hit the floor
Eyes wide shut to the Evil all around us
Detach from this Chaotic Web in which we dwell
Be the Peace that ceaselessly penetrates the darkness
YOUR prerogative is to choose either ~ Heaven or HellPOTD 2 July 2018
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POTD 7th Mar 2018
I trust you like the music video clip which enhances the poem
Like dark molten honey caressing her tongue
and soul food for taste buds addicted to caffeine
Coffee has its own excitation
The book has lost its charm
The fault lies entirely with the tree outside this cafe
To its majestic being she gazes yet again
Intoxicating her mind with the magic it casts
Its sacred shades of green offers sanctuary - cocoons her
A light breeze rustles leaves that seem to whisper
enticing words articulating something in an archaic tongue
Escapism into her fantasy world comes effortlessly
A disposition for being alone - solitude her sacred space
Interrupted suddenly by a dog barking -
The momentary moment of peace shattered
snaps her back to reality
Well at least the tree still offers her solace
Till the comforting feeling dissipates as a strange awareness dawns
She is being watched
Smouldering eyes so black boring through her cuts her to the core
A feeling of having experienced this de`ja` vu moment mystifies
Most disconcerting is this almost pleasurable sensation
Embarrassed and puzzled
she pulls her wrap protectively around her
Shielding her from eyes that linger
To cover her shyness she stares down at her book
Then to the TV on the wall
Startled she observes it has morphed into an old movie screen
Static flashes across an old Hollywood Classic rerun
Most bewildering - she does a double take - Unbelievable
The actors in black and white
Are her… And … this stranger
Unable to tear her eyes away from the screen she watches
in utter fascination - this person who sits across the table from her
Is the leading man in the movie
He… She...They
Incredulously are in the throes of a passionate love scene?
She staring shamelessly into his eyes
Welcoming his wandering hands?
He thrusts his tongue into her mouth eliciting a drawn out sigh
that intensifies into a sonorous moan arousing his demands
What is happening here?
Like a finely tuned instrument he plays her - her resonance - his pleasure
His sole aim to pluck her strings evoking the sweetest sounds
A musician exerting the right pressure to produce a high note
of pure exhilaration must know how to use his fingers
To locate the true locus of ardour
Questing fingers slip under her short skirt
A sharp intake of breath as they run the length of skin
in search of excellence to acclaim his prized opus
through the essence of his masterpiece and the high ecstatic notes
Only he can achieve
And Boy! - Does he know how!
Raw intense undulating pleasure like waves over waves
Wash over her - a nostalgic fragrance of bygone days linger
But logic interrupts fantasy with a mentation
They have already experienced this exhilaration
From a past life?
Lovers that have lived in each other?
A rare phenomenal - no words needed
As he saunters over to her table - she smiles…
POTD 7th Mar 2018
Music:"Teach Me Tiger" by April Stevens
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