#michaelccrowder
Is it possibly, strange believing,
you’re somewhere else but, still here,
Not physically close by but a feeling
Is it reassurance - perhaps a safety tier
a presence somewhat instinctive around me.
I speak to you, didn't always do,
not commonplace between us, conversation:
sometimes there'd be an answer, from your perspective.
Whenever now I question my determination,
a moments ponder- what might have you selected.
Character of courage and trust: ruled by fairness.
Silent belief - dignified and true,
moral sensitivities caring and kindness
None, ever, placed prominently on view,
just waiting behind your shield, for careful use in crisis.
Solitary - not seemingly lonesome but quiet,
yet, when needed around to convey
considered words, and sturdy hands to guide.
You wisely put to use, new skills, knowledge learnt,
supporting the family if required from day to day.
in thoughts is where your lingering presence exists
reminds, so much still to learn – that’s why
your story, the about you, we will want to hear,
absent physically - true, yet in thoughts indeed they persist,
You never left completely Dad, you’re still here.
You Are..
Michael C Crowder @scorsby Friday, March 8, 2019
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
Gainful rumbling tones,
grain crushed between grinding stones
gives grist to your mill.
Michael C Crowder @scorsby 1st March 2019
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
Moon phases agree,
apogee to perigee,
precept time and seas.
Moon (Haiku)
Michael C Crowder @scorsby 18th March 2019
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
The fakeness of fake reality
is in reality ...
fake
and is of no consequence.
If you, in reality,
are fake
the consequence of the fakeness
is - your reality,
Ipso facto, this consequence,
your - fakeness
should cease, in reality
or - prepare for consequences
which - in reality - won't be fake.
The Fakeness Of Fake Reality Michael C Crowder 17th March 2019
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC
Rainbows for chasing,
the moon for the aiming,
forming in clouds, faces
for inspiration,
beckoning, is life ahead
full of credible opportunity,
beside empty promises creating,
truthful reality.
Standing tall, girding *****
I, reached for the unreachable
so - distantly close, impulsive forward, surges.
without doubt,
or plan,
missing by the - conceivably smallest,
actually - furthest amount,
yet still moving through,
pushing the immovable, climbing
the inaccessible,
falling - frequently,
never reaching nethermost depth,
buoyed by a recognition,
realising - all this fighting - striving
failing - miserably,
doing it all - wrong,
was not failure, but a justified lesson
on coping in the mire of existence.
The rainbows beauty explained in science,
gives it simplicity. A reality water and sunlight,
nothing really to chase,
or catch.
Moon - oh moon - my most favourite, still my dreamstone,
is but a stark beautiful presence,
removing sunlight reveals a satellite bleak,
nothing is here to seek,
or take aim,
likewise our cloud perceived faces,
expectations are best - unexpected.
If controlled by endeavour and aquasition
disappointment may be somewhat - repositioned,
attainment of skills formerly devoid of utilisation
revived, re-given to make something, that in truth,
can be ameliorated.
if only to yours truly
.
Still Chasing Rainbows . Michael C Crowder 10th March 2019 @scorsby
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
Unwittingly and surprisingly so often ignored is appreciation.
Of gifts, the love, the nurture received, given in true benefaction.
Even lack of spoken gratitude from the receiver, by the giver it is perceived.
Accordingly that which is given and is conspicuously wordlessly received
from the recipient, bathed in sublime silence, shines the appreciativeness
When physical attraction evolves into the love for each other entirely,
overwhelmed with gratitude for feelings, passion, desire, intrinsic sensuality.
In carnal gratification intertwined lovers, murmur words the moment in time set
as the act of true love, lovers appreciation of each other is a prerequisite,
kindling their deep and profound recognition of the symbiotic enchantment
Individuals have so much in life for which to celebrate in thankfulness
Taken for granted are emotional feelings of those who daily acquiesce.
Actions, items the mundane, all forgotten overlooked values unconsidered,
A list almost without end, descriptions of conceded gratitude left unsaid,
until its familiar benefits cease, revealing immediate impact of gratitude held concealed.
The Quality Feeling Of Thankful Michael C Crowder 30th December 2018
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
Move on, it is time,
hurts heal best, if left behind.
Relief you shall find
Michael C Crowder 18th February 2019
@scorsby
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 9:25 AM UTC
Lying so close to you... my love.... my life
I feel your warmth, see your smooth skin
in moonlights glow....cast over silken sheet,
defines in subtle shadows pale light,
partially veiled..... your sensuous form,
fractional to your captivating...wholeness.
So I..rapt within your especial fragrance,
the very essence of you, that my indulgence is, so drawn.
I regard your soft, gentle, calm breathing,
for me beautiful, nocturnal music, sweet,
written by you, for this, hedonistic night.
Such treasures are future memories, seeding.
I long to wake you, to hold, to love you... be complete.
So enthralled am I, watching you sleeping
your dark hair frames the face I cherish,
as you stir the motion slightly slides the sheet.
your thigh, back, shoulder, the silver moons gleam
exposes your appealing femininity
evoking your caring personality,
you are moving.. sinuously.... towards me,
midst soft murmuring...eventually,
bodies in coalescence curl serenely.
I softly rest my head against your shoulder,
kissing your neck, I caress your breast.. gently,
your warm smooth skin... tenderly moving downwards
slowly you turn facing me, our eyes meet... to betray
a tiny smile from the lips I will kiss... and kiss,
is the silent signal between us.... intimacy assured.
Pushing away the covers, we fondly embrace,
and so aroused, we, as lovers, experience a consensual excursion
towards effecting the ultimate... ecstasy,
fuelled not by - carnal impulse or lust - but along with grace,
an unconditional... true love and mutual desire.
In Love In Memories
Michael C Crowder January 19th 2019 @scorsby
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
Hold your nerve despite
Decisions, may change your life.
Be sure it feels right.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:04 AM UTC
Each year comes to close
Plans goals hopes, so many missed
New Year without those.
Michael C Crowder @scorsby
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 9:54 AM UTC
Often in darkness she approaches
predominantly men, seeking fun
soon as they speak, she already knows.
She's a professional and it shows.
Astute to what some men can't resist
moving as she does, her allure grows,
her trade perfected through many years.
She's a professional and it shows.
She's a priestess of many pleasures,
in particularly, of the flesh,
her ****** curves men long to own.
She's a professional and it shows.
She's a dispenser of sensations,
performing she fulfills buyers hopes,
a willing taker of hard earned pay.
She's a professional and it shows.
She can be a ten minute lover,
or can be rented by the hour,
it's just how far their money will go.
She's a professional and it shows.
Characters half clothed, or in leather
in all styles, she will easily cope,
she can give pleasure now on the phone.
She's a professional and it shows
She's a professional and it shows,
she has assumed the name of Honey,
buyers pay to love her for a while,
meantime she loves to take their money.
She will deliver all paid delights
desires of buyers, she well knows,
often called Predator of the night.
She's a professional and it shows.
Professional Lady
Michael C Crowder January 24th 1978
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
Celebration gone,
Wrapped packages jobs finished.
Spending overdone.
Pretty paper wrap,
So quickly removed prepares,
Pretty paper scrap.
UK Boxing day mode,
Present boxes packaging,
Collect and dispose.
Christmas perfected.
Feasts consumed and gifts exchanged,
Nice times collected.
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
Before her the open laptop stares
At settled coffee shop young lady
smart appearance nice hair.
Phone close, to hand for just maybe.
nowhere in particular she looks here and there,
as she shares short glances between
coffee shop phone and screen,
An image created of controlled serenity,
around her the tidal increase of customers ebb and flow.
Laptop screen, a document shines out, I'm here.
Momentarily her phone blinks me too
then returns to outward inactivity.
An embryo smile flickers, perhaps a thought
of the fleeting communication, perhaps not,
voices sway back and forth then, spike of a laugh
quickly swallowed by the ambience to give way
to hisses, gurgles of music coffee machines play.
Young men perch and slouch in fervent conversation
They leave, talking, passing Dad with daughters so pleased
when discovering window side seats, wait in anticipation,
where delivers Dad , then into newspaper immerses.
Girls silently survey the scene, hot chocolate cupped
shortly paper closes, a look, chocolate speedily drunk
to join dads exit swift, wordless and abrupt
past headphoned staff in crockery recovery.
Incessantly tables change coffee treats enjoyed again,
The coffee shop laptop lady alone but not lonely
chooses to be, just maybe, happy in her own skin.
scorsby
MICHAEL C CROWDER 1st January 2019
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 8:29 AM UTC