joyce's posts with tag: poetry. bunny pic
 | Yes.... | Jun 3, '07 6:04 PM
for everyone |
 It would be my pleasure to go with you....
Take me into your sensuous world
Show me how to get closer to my dreams
I want you to show my body
all the things your body has learned....
that mine has never seen
Let me show you how my senses have impatiently
yet patiently yearned...
and we will grow into whatever this feeling is
What's happening to me....
I can hardly breathe
These thoughts that I have, I just can't conceive
My PEN is very anxious today
You...
have taken.....
my breath away
I haven't felt this way in a long time
I didn't see you coming
but, I can't say I wish I had
A sweet stirring you bring....
the excitement is written intimately
cautiously....all over my pad
Now I don't know what to do
or how to tell someone...anyone what I've found in you
I don't even know what this is I'm feeling
I'll have to wait until it's done.
But I'm too old to be turning down chances
and I can't be looking back at how far I've come
And this is just the beginning.....
When I say you can touch me there
I mean we can be all of that, and more
A heart full of possibilities
and empty arms needing to even the score
Poetry has brought you to me
Your sultry verse has made me stay
Have you ever met someone
whom you had no second thoughts about
Until the thought of them leaving you
was too much if they ever would walk away
It is then that you realize
they are more than just a thought
Can you really touch me
like you say
If I allow us to explore feelings
we both know exist
You do understand
what you're asking me...
is can I come out to play
And, I think I can make that happen today
I can taste your sweetness already
your lips upon my lips
taking tiny sips
feeling your lustful drips
Just the anticipation is overtaking me
the thought of being glued so close
by sweat
to your sexxy hips
My mental has once again
taken flight
I know we could be enjoying each other
morning
noon
and every night
You don't have to pull me
into your indulgence
I willingly leap
I'm betting that I can swim
even though I know the water is deep
Oh, hell yeah, you can touch this----(winking)
I hope I don't ever let love be an afterthought Let me always grow in love From the time we're born we learn to love attention, food, and interaction. The constant immersion of ourselves in these .... never goes away. I need to stop thinking of life in terms of doors closing, but look for the doors that are opening. If I focus on all the doors that were slam shut, I can't see the new opportunities that are presenting themselves each and every day.
The metamorphosis of love is quick for some, and slower for others. Yet, it is always growing within us. Within every one of us. We are made to love each other. I can only speak for me when I say I want my love for people in my life to be like granite. Solid. Unmovable. Like the amber cinnamon treeI experience beauty in just being alive, and I know that all things change in their own time. Idon’t need to force anything. Even though at times love becomes replaced and it disengages prematurelySometimes it even dies.But..... it is still love.I have had the best intentions about love. when it had only a temporary affect on my life. The roots of it grew in me, even if tangibility of it fell by the wayside. I was grateful for the experienceIt was better to have felt it...Love has, and is the most powerful feeling I have ever experienced.....
jakuper(5/24/07)
Thank you, Jesus
Oh, how I love my life!
Yes!
yes
...
breathing
.....
deep
exhaling
...
This is soooo beautiful, God
Why are we so caught up in hopelessness
when all we need to do
...
is pause
(Looking up into the Heavens..
a tear struggles to escape
...........
exhaling )
God
....
I see You
I see all you have given me
The miracle of life that is all around me
Your waters, so cool
Your power
...
so un-mistaken
It is when I am here
......
feeling so free
that I feel you most!
Free from the things that define my life
Free from man made noises
Free from prejudice
I don't have no worries when I'm with You
Nothing bothers me
...
Just feeling the whisper of the wind
blowing against my skin--
my beautiful black skin that You made in
I feel Your sun smiling on me
The smell of green earth
is so intoxicating
It smells like new grass
..like birth
I stretch my hands forth to thee
I give you me
Take all my worries, Lord
Give me peace
Your peace
The waters are no more fearful to me
because I know
You control them
I believe I can fly!
Into thy hands I cast my fear of flying
Winds that cause tragedy.....
at your command, God
Everything obeys You
Everyone obeys
.....
They will all praise You
eventually
But, here I am
......
now
humbled in your presence
..
feeling so little
So insignificant
I feel so small
...
like a baby again
I live by rules...
but, Lord
I long to be free
Free as the birds in flight
Free to do what my soul feels is right
Free to love as You commanded
I dream of that day, God
when my being can wholly claim again
the freedom,
the joy that I have once known...
again.
This time, I will not look back!
I will live out my days free…
like the waves in ye wide sea.
Free once again...
Just like you made me!
jakuper(5/16/07)
 a GIFT that I truly treasure
real love you give to me
beyond monetary measure
finding one so TRUE and free
FRIENDSHIP is one of the greatest things
I could GIVE to you and me
Technology has closed the distance
it takes to make a friend today
Your spirit was all that was needed anyway
When you find a REAL one
then you know for yourself what it takes
Everyone deserves to feel this way
A true friend releases the hostilities of indifference
and forges a clear path to emotional growth....TOGETHER
They SUPPORT each other's dreams
and UNDERSTAND that opinions can be compromised
"The freshness of each INDIVIDUAL friendship
brings something GOOD out in me"
Some I tried and they failed to be true
Some who would give their last
just for you
Some HELP me to define
things I already knew down through time
I'm glad for every friend of mine
Surrounded by black young menwith black tee shirtsand black headbands,she walked up to the black casketand placed one black rose onto the black lapelof the black suit of her black sonGone was his childhoodfree of worry over material needsHis adult life was filled with charcoal deedsfalse friends with murky thoughtsand advice that money couldn't have possibly boughtHis new family is now bearing black rosesholding back black tearsthat black dealings had boughtdown through the yearsHis end-- bullets piercing a black holeinto his hardened soullong before he lived long before he would get oldHow long did his sinister deeds not regard the pain seen inside his mother's eyesand her fruitless criesto the Lord she would nightly bleedHis eyes.....dreary as midnightwith a hate for a societythat could turn wine back into waterturn sun-shiny days into starless, sooty nightsHe tried to place her in that coffinworrying about himfervently praying for him every nightwishing he could escape this fateful plightWhy was his soul so cold and unfeelingDid he care that while she was kneelinghis deeds pricked at her like pins and needlesOnyx bruises that would never be healingHe had succumbed to the pitch-dark of his sable sinswhich seemed to have no endDid he have no remorse?Did it bother him that the bloodthe drippings of his life,that was no more... was hers, too as it escaped from himsmeared forever across her heart's floor His love for her was hidden behind evil choicesbehind sweetened telephone voicessaying he was okaybut a life of crime is the reason she is seeing him for the last time todayNo more crouching in dark shadows doing dark things in the black of dingy roomsNo more picking his own funeral flowerspicking beautiful rosesblack roses....that should never have to bloom
jakuper(2/22/07)
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