"caressingly" poems
Her sweet scent sticks in my nostrils
from when we were last met,
remembrance of her lips on mine
inspire song divine.
Though I gaze upon her face in photographs,
angelic beauty replicates not.
Shivers she sends me
over the phone.
Oh, I marvel that we
may speak from such distance,
yet I crave her warm embrace,
her breath in my ear,
whispering gently, it’s ok,
and forever will be.
I long to run my fingers
through her silky black hair,
caressingly **********
her mind and its motives,
the clockwork behind
those deep brown eyes,
two chocolatey oceans of no return.
To feel her lie against me
brings a state: pure ecstasy,
no chemical exists
that can make one feel
as they do when abreast
with a lover. Desire
fills me to be with her
but for now I must settle
to view my tulip
from afar.
Dec 25, 2009
Dec 25, 2009 at 9:30 PM UTC
Thy body caressed,
By his guiding hands.
My nerves relented.
This is love,
In its own lust.
For power.
Man or Woman,
One strives more than the other.
Guiding hands,
Caressingly Hearted.
Thy kisses of fruit,
Desserts delighted.
His warmth within,
A heart pure and whole.
To heal her wounds,
Of the past Untold...
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
in low tones
caressingly whispers,
use me,
write yourself
pick me to pick you
up,
only with me,
thru my ink flowing
down
pen thy pen.
pen thy image,
craft is the pen,
pen is thy craft,
craft thy image,
you were, you are,
created by,
created for,
picked by,
picked for,
pen
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
The wind blew,
aflame, not burning;
softly, gently, caressingly;
penetrating pianissimi billowingly.
I yielded;
I'm carried along,
effortlessly, unhurriedly,
seemingly randomly.
Little things,
a glimpse here, a sparkle there,
a dash of brilliance now and then,
simple unsurprising things.
Then I looked back, and I see:
how far and how changed I've been;
Truth, simple and little, adds up recursively,
transforming compoundingly.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
I was strewn
scattered wide
brooding foreheads of jagged stone
thirsty fragments
unfit for purpose
rugged - broken - lying alone
She - pure water
seeping in sand
dark and deep - unrequited and stilled
Her eternal spring
but a fearful trickle
Her destiny hidden - unfulfilled
Open earth!
a forested crevice
Shake - Tremble - Set her free
Release her flood
of secret desires
splashing joyfully over me
I will be
her playful bed
smoothing my edges - providence smiled
I will make her ripple
rushing with laughter
kissing her droplets - wet and wild
Cascading to
her lyrical rill
we'll sing forever - in our sacred stream
She is my lover
caressingly she runs
once worthless rubble - She did redeem!
gv For my lovely wife. Feb.19.2014
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 8:37 AM UTC
lost fragrances of easy summer mornings
when all she knew was the dirt
between her toes
and scattered throughout her
golden hair.
lost melodies of lazy summer days
when all she knew was the water
of river susurrations
and warmest shortlived rains
caressingly falling.
lost bites of ripe summer evenings
when all she knew was the sweetness
of rose-red lips
and shared apricots with she
of auburn hair.
lost glances of torrid summer nights
when all she knew was the lust
of her youth
and the wine shared between
first loves.
lost times of summer's end
when all she knew was gone.
Apr 17, 2024
Apr 17, 2024 at 7:26 AM UTC
Old friend, that shot is picture perfect. Your place (The Gebbie Compound)
is indeed heaven on a hill. You did a fine job in planning and execution. I'm
so happy for you and your lovely wife, you guys deserve what you have created.
Old son, I think we both have found what we have looked for all our lives.
**** good on us! They say; "Good things do come to those that wait".
(Sure, as long as we work ****** hard to get it while we wait.) What we have
earned and our kids make old age bearable.
Steve
A perfect, cold and frosty mid-winters day. Air is biting crisp, sun, warm on my back. Old Egmont towers behind the house gleaming with pristine snow and ice. The tui’s are cavorting in the trees ******* nectar from the early fuchia flowers with their long curved beaks, a flash of green iridescence as they fluff their neck feathers. Mother is cooking something great in the kitchen, she is about to call me in for hot coffee and cake….Life is great Stevo, could not be better.
Like minds-different hemispheres-same world.
Regards M
But for starlight, the night is black, no moon
on the rise. My porch a stage to the music of
crickets and frogs in the summer grass. A gentle
breeze touches me like a lover in the dark, caressingly
cool in my July heat of peaceful repose.
The scents of gardenias and honeysuckle drift
in on the currents and far off up the hill a Coyote
calls to his friends. Cooing night birds mummer.
The barn cats come to join me, silent and careful.
One onto my lap, the other to lay down beside my
chair. Soon the purring of a feline mixes with the
music of the grass and the air. Together we all peer
out into the peaceful void, perhaps thinking the same
thoughts, living fine, being in the moment.
These small perfect bits of time come and go. If only
I could string them all together, like rubies on a chain,
what a priceless necklace they would make and yet,
they cost me nothing and once collected, are not for sale.
© 2012 Marshal Gebbie
Author's Note
Exchange between two old codgers situated in opposite hemispheres, in opposite seasons, but with a remarkably similar take on the quality of their individual lot in life.
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
The winter
Breeze blows
I hear it sing
Infinite melodies
Ring in my ear
Like lover's breath
Breeze passes by
Softly and caressingly
Bringing dreams nigh
And further out
From river
To the bay
To the sea
The air blows
Over the water
For you and for me
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
It hurts that I can't hold you,
Tightly
Caressingly
lovingly
you can't love me because you're head over heels for other girls
who aren't me
never will be me
you'll never love me
I love you, you don't know that though
lets keep it that way
so when I cry myself to sleep
I know I won't hold you accountable
in my dreams
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
It hurts that I can't hold you,
Tightly
Caressingly
lovingly
you can't love me because you're head over heels for other girls
who aren't me
never will be me
you'll never love me
I love you, you don't know that though
lets keep it that way
so when I cry myself to sleep
I know I won't hold you accountable
in my dreams
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
She cast down her own thoughts of life’s pitiful dwell
Amongst frightful tales
The truth was revealed
Deep in the dark upon the shadows you will find him
Hiding along a world tangled in her toils
The darkness his dear old friend, has a mark leaving its toll
For his loving devotion was strung into your heart
When played it sang a sad tune
Enduring the unthinkable it seems
As he came back from the depths of hell
She caressingly asked don’t leave, I need you to stay,
Be god and hold me, my savoir, my one and only
If there shall be no morrow where you’re with me
Then my life will have lost its true meaning
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
"I had fun tonight."
The keys are in the door,
His hand is on the small of her back.
When she turns for one more kiss,
He helps by pulling her into him.
His arms are wrapped tightly.
They can't get enough.
Suddenly the door is thrown open
And they are on the other side of the doorway.
He quickly reaches back to close it,
Keeping always one arm around her thin waist.
Her feet no longer touch the floor,
But their lips never unlock.
The bedroom is up the stairs and down the hall,
I don't think either of them can wait though,
The living room will have to do.
The coffee table is nudged,
The couch receives them readily.
Slowly, slowly he unzips her tightly-fitted red dress.
Working his hands gently down her back,
The red dress comes off willingly with one tug.
Breathing heavily, she sits up,
Perched on his hips, she starts furiously unbuttoning his white dress shirt.
This simple task cannot take any longer.
"Wow."
They both breath taking in each other's bare chests.
Entangling her fingers in his hair,
It begins again.
His lips are so gentle and sure,
He needs no guidance,
From lips, cheek, neck, to her soft, strong shoulders.
She knows to slide one hand caressingly around his shoulder,
Down his side,
And let it sit just below the belly button.
Teasingly.
He's anxious.
She's ready.
There's nothing now to stop them.
The sun is up.
Her head is resting on his chest.
He's playing with her messy, morning hair,
With the other arm wrapped desirably around her waist.
Their eyes meet.
A wink,
A giggle follows,
Soft "Good morning," kisses are shared.
It's not long before his wandering hand finds her bare **** cheek.
Squeeze.
It begins again.
Xoxo.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
It hurts that I can't hold you,
Tightly
Caressingly
lovingly
you can't love me because you're head over heels for other girls
who aren't me
never will be me
you'll never love me
I love you, you don't know that though
lets keep it that way
so when I cry myself to sleep
I know I won't hold you accountable
in my dreams
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
Bathed in evening light the flowers
of the field sway dreamingly,
while a soft and gentle breeze
embraces them caressingly.
Everything is calm and quiet,
not a single sound is heard
save the effervescent singing
of a joyful mockingbird.
Now it´s time to say goodnight
and lay your tired limbs to sleep.
May your dreams be sweet and pleasant
and your rest be sound and deep.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
The water trickled on my whole body, and I'd faced the shower bursting into a sigh of relief. I slowly closed my eyes, and knew that a reverie would be in existence. The random waves of internal screaming, hurting, and laughing made its way to the daunted mind.
Fleeting as it may seem, the tears went down so swiftly yet caressingly onto my cheeks, racing together with the tiniest droplets. My spine was chilled with the fear of merely drowning, but being in touch with both despair and freedom. How would one be filled with physical confidence, yet with a mindset jailed into endless comparisons and weary?
I sometimes wonder, "isn't it too draining to please the crowd with your mask on and true self off?". Maybe, just maybe, the answer to a disturbingly, clamorous mind is ending it all with the shower on.
I felt as if I was on a seemingly calm rainfall on a sunday evening—that time when I've almost lost myself.
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 11:40 AM UTC
Sometimes this journey feels so surreal
How did this even happen
Life was so normal
So plain and so ordinary
I took so much for granted
The sunlight as it stretches slowly into the room
Sunlight and basking in its presence
The wind touching one's face slightly
Caressingly
Family and how laughter can cure the deepest pains
Friendship with hearts filled with so much love and content
So much support
It's funny how we don't appreciate people
Until a tragedy
Something big
People are good
We make out as If we are the biggest fiends
As if we have darkened the world
With our pessimistic hearts
And our realization of being too naiive
You can't be naive and appreciate life for what it is in this day and age
A part of you needs to be skeptical
One feels a need to criticize "the man"
The one in charge of this mess
Nevertheless
Life is strange
However, I honour the strangeness of life
And I respect it
Without it, life would be boring
And tragedies
And crazy circumstances
We need those
To realize
We aren't just some deep messy abyss of darkness and suffering
There is a light pulling through
Open up your curtains
And see your pain trailing out
As you bask
In the Glory
Of the Majesty's mighty sunlight
As your blinded eyes
Will see again
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 11:53 PM UTC