Poetry Blogs (touching)
poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (2 hours ago)
They never ask, the old ladies.
They just hug, pinch, kiss and
Cuddle at will. Babies are theirs,
You know, and they do love them
So much. I guess it isn’t their fault,
No one ever told them they aren’t
Free to touch at will. I once told
A woman to get her hands out of
My hair, and she said no man
Had ever asked her to stop
Touching him before. As an old
Lady, I’m sure she became anothe...
Wednesday 17th April 2019 10:01 am
Sway to the winds
Hoover over the plains of unwritten avenues
Brush away all misconceptions
Death to ifs and maybes
Lay with me in this tornado gliding to the designated mark that is love
Dance with me
Join me in my pursuit of truth
My pursuit of us
Monday 4th April 2016 3:09 pm
Today my heart felt a blow,
By a view so divine.
I let my emotions flow,
Like a 30 year old wine.
There it was in that tiny box,
With pulses of energy shooting through,
That blurry image came across,
Like the inside of a Great Gray Kangaroo.
I felt her hand touching mine,
Held her hand - fingers entwined,
Watching my angel wriggle and shine,
With the life of Us combined.
Tuesday 17th November 2015 12:31 pm