Month: January 2016

Summer love affair

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

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I marvel at your perfect splendor,

Your exquisite and complete surrender,

Voluptuous- as you spread yourself out,

Leisurely undress, remove all my doubt.

 

Languidly loving, time is unreservedly yours.

Arouse all of me into shudders and soars,

Lost in the moment of this blissful rush,

Satiated by your fruit’s temptations, lavishly lush.

 

I feast my eyes on your untouched curves,

Your sleeping form, munificent preserves.

Ah! the glimmering shimmer, riding in waves.

Drench me, drip away my thirst and my craves.

 

And when I am drunk on grapes and wines

Whisper in winds, words my soul still pines.

I’ll not leave this place until memory clings

To every sensual desire, satisfaction brings.

 

Indulge this wanderlust and I promise you this;

I’ll be back for the world’s most seductive kiss!

 

 

The paradox is Me

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

two faces

I am crazy –but I’m fantastic!

I’m fickle but I’m also a woman of substance,

I’m a fool sometimes, but I’m also a genius,

I’m sultry and sullen, but oh so exciting!

I’m cool as a cucumber but so fiery and passionate!

 

I’m fixated and focused yet oh so scatterbrained,

I’m so dependable and reliable that it hurts

But I’m also so dependent

I’m so hurtful at times, but so sensitive that I cry.

I’m so lonely, yet I want to wallow in my aloneness.

 

I’m so self absorbed – yet giving too much of myself

I don’t love enough those I should be loving – waste

too much energy on those who do not care enough.

I want so much from those who have very little to give.

 

I want to solve the world’s problems without solving my own.

I want to be the art of perfection without perfecting my art,

 

Yet I am the pulsating, exciting music that throbs in your ears,

I am the waves that crash against each other,

I am the sun that peers behind a cloudy sky,

I am the earth that stretches boundless,

I am the unwritten text, the unexplored mountain, the green fig,

The ripened, juicy plum!

 

Tonight when I sleep, I will glide through lush meadows,

Sway among bobbying flowers, drink from cool streams,

Feel the sun kiss my skin, taste the ripe burst of succulent fruit,

Hear the sound of peaceful melodies, feel the comfort of being loved,

Experience the gentle touch of a loving hand, rise to highest crescendo of the maestro’s symphony, burst forth in song – triumphant!

 

 

 

 

 

Pot-pourri fragrance

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

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Without warning

You happened to me.

Or perhaps I hadn’t noticed

Each time you dropped by.

 

Too busy stubbing out the ashes

Of an increasingly withering old flame

Where a blazing hot fire once burned.

 

So you sneaked in silently

And traced the shadows of my face

Until I heard the quiet echoes of your voice.

 

Each day I found a new flower in bloom

Wistfully fragranced to steal away my breath,

Delicate petals of words and wisdom buds.

 

This handsome, colorful bouquet,

Rose-scented aromatherapy for my soul,

Unlocked the harnesses of my mind.

 

The mind has a closely guarded door.

He who unlocks it must surely know;

It’s a control room to open all doors.

Avert the storm

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

cumulus clouds

Another storm is coming

The winds have howled all week

Warning of the blizzard

That must surely havoc wreak

 

It’s called a natural disaster

But I wonder if this is true

When I see the wretchedness

In your blazing eyes, tinged blue

 

And now the clouds have gathered

Warning alerts have sounded

It’s not just the inclement weather

But you that I’m concerned about too

 

I beg you, don’t lose control again

There’s just too damn much to lose

Think of your entire family

Resist the urge to call the thunder

 

Don’t let it be upon your head

That those who love you dearly

Should once again bear the agony

Please send the storm away.

Nostalgia’s Blues

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I remember this little old general farm store,

now with rampant bougainvillea and new red door.

It has been many years that have gone by

preceding its neatly laid paving and painted sky,

when it still carried old brands and signs.

for it’s pioneering character, my heart still pines.

I pause and ponder how life can be,

no longer seeing what I wanted to see.

Where a new year rings the changes,

a new owner comes in and rearranges.

While  a small wispy cloud passes over me,

a new door opens, and I now have a new key.

Still nostalgia’s blues constrict my throat

as memories flood from that same old boat,

with the sentimental feelings I hold dear

from many redefining winds through the year.

Well I remember, standing at the window,

many warm conversations held with you below.

Another cloud passes over and I feel at ease

Other new memories will soon replace these.

One day if we ever meet again and speak

I’ll still remember that very special week.

That spring we spent everyday together,

in blossoming, blushing bright weather.

As I turn to walk away, I wave a fond goodbye

with a single word of “thanks”, I look up at the sky.

Soul’s Respite

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

The seagulls squawk my name,

A collusion of united refrain,

Disrupting the myriad sounds

Crossing the water, making their rounds.

Undeterred, the water keeps her calm.

She knows she holds the healing balm,

Restorative to spirits like mine, ravaged

By the machinery of big city life, savaged!

She knows the mystery of how to go with the flow,

Not be caught in the trappings of life’s status quo.

I observe each creature taking its turn,

Breaking the silence without chasing a churn.

Restive, in this quiet place

A moment of thinking space,

Before I return to the reeling rat race

Where time moves to a much quicker pace.

I cannot, simply will not give my soul away.

Not now, prayerfully not on any other day!