"energises" poems
Camping out is an experience everyone should have
The cool grass in the morning and the birdsong
Timeless air keeps you alive, energises the soul.
Freezing feet and nose is inevitable as blanket or sleeping bag
Don't quite make the grade
The hard ground or undersheet has a smell that remains
In your nose and in your memory
Bringing the place back to you in your latter years.
Once breakfast is cooking everything seems OK
The worst part is the transition of night into day
Then day into night,
It's easy, stay up and just look upwards
No light pollution, no clouds, no sound
Drink in the inky blackness as Orion's three winking lights
Demonstrate how wonderful life is
But more importantly how small we are
Tiny dim orange lights glow in the tents and vans
Muffled noises diminish as the occupants climb
Into their cosy beds and roll themselves up
To keep out the cold, the inevitable insects
One by one the darkness becomes complete
Until no more music can be heard or
Voices, rustling sounds or whimpering children
Wanting their teddy bear or comfort blanket
Mummies and Daddies soothing
The silence is deafening save a cool breeze
Just flapping the tent canvas, small cracking
Sounds as it rolls and then straightens.
Rolls then straightens gently, gently, gently
The guy ropes straining a little then relaxing
Another night comes to the campsite
Enveloped in darkness all are safe and inside
Their little tent or van
Goodnight campers, sleep tight.
Max Hale
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
Reflections of my self, my being, my person, my soul,
Forever replayed, reshown, redone, reinacted
For the fact is
The strength that settles in my palms is ignited by the ignorance of man.
Oh man oh man how corrupt and vile does your mind be
Calculating and engineering plans and strategies
That will never leave your mind,
Free
To be or not to be
A mockerey
Of your confused biology, which hysterically
Questions your existence.
A gift so great,
Yet bronzed with your persistence to query the beauty I have given you,
Which is life!
Behind every man is a woman who loves and sacrifices their own needs and Necessities for happiness,
Clarity and justice.
A dancing cherubim dancing elegantly like a warm summer ray from your childhood Window.
Revitilises,
Re-energises,
Re-grows,
The root of your soul
As if the buds of may.
Honey toned, chocolate foamed
Milky light,
All pleasures for your delight.
Spread on to one body of immaculate perfection
Formed from Aphrodite's tears.
But the woman,
The woman possesses such omnipotent spiritual clasp on nature
That if she was to know,
Overstand
Or
Even accept a miniscule quantity of this knowledge
Then-man-would-be-woman.
To trap and encase a man like a rodent
Is to burn a ring of fire around his finger that leads life to his heart,
Where it beats impatiently to the tune of the womans song.
Skin soft, eyes lost
Sight of who I am,
Many different descriptions -although similar- still not the same,
But am I really to blame?
For the insecurities that you have belittled on me.
For my hair is long,
Then short,
Then short,
Then none.
My skin dark,
Then light,
Then light,
But not right
A constant fight,
A battle to aim for the right kind of existence but even still
I Exist!
And realise whatever you insist, still
I Exist,
Which is that gift that i hold in my being here,
Looking there
At my elegant stare,,
Which i dare
To offend the image, which you have sought to be womanly.
No longer do I fear my image
As it is a powerful icon of modern day life
To withstand the turbulent stresses and grind of strife
To help a man.
To have.
A happy.
WIFE!
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
*Lust is selfish,love is selfless
Lust wants your body,love needs your soul.
Lust wants physical fulfillment,love needs emotional fulfillment.
Lust is conditional,love is unconditional.
Lust gives to receive,love gives for free.
Lust drains you,love energises you.
Lust is chaos,love is peace.
Lust fails,love never fails.
Lust is addiction,obsession,. But love,it is spacious,it does not envy.
Love is forgiving and kind. It does not hold grudges.*
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 4:49 AM UTC
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***
Monsoon,
..
Lightens the tension,
Relieves the pain
Brightens the spirits,
Heightens the desires,
..
Power of rain,
.
.
Restores the life,
In purest form,
Abundance of greens,
Purity sublimes.
..
Soaking in rain,
.
.
Love the rain drops,
Drowning the face,
Walk with nature,
Energises the soul,
..
Beauty of nature,
.
.
Paints the sketch,
With brushes of freshness,
Blossoms the life,
With colors unlimited,
.
undefined.
***
Sparkle In Wisdom.
10/8/2019
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 9:35 AM UTC
Something communicated and not necessarily worded
a space between, holding its own creation, its own reality
deep down the heart of things, a silent kiss, a union of more than lips
the coming together of spirits once joined in love, never forgotten
and all that spins off from this dynamic, energises everything else.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
They're here
They're upon us
Arrived while the world was sleeping
While in a coma
Scheming eyes behind rubbery masks
Painted smiles with veneered teeth
Keeping us still
Keeping us on mute
Dosed up on pills
Chemically induced
Stolen our minds
Stolen our thoughts
While looking in our eyes
The scent of our fear energises them
Who are they you ask
Opposition to man
In every profession
Positions of power
To practice control
To take control
Sending terror through the airwaves
Mankind their guinea pig
Experiments performed without your knowledge
While watching your favourite movie
Portholes everywhere
Who can you trust
No-one
Who can you tell
No-one
For the person next to you
Might be more than just ... Someone
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC
My hot steaming coffee
is wafting a beautiful flavour
into my nose
and I feel energised
as I breathe in.
Sipping my coffee
is a delectable experience:
Nutty, fruity, sweet with milk.
My coffee
tastes beautiful,
energises me
and is good milky nutrition.
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC
the mist of my voice
lays gently on the cold window
the sun is yet to shine
as i leave my comfort behind
still warm and fetal beneath
duck down doona's
i tell the house goodbye
and that i will return, anon.
and step forth into the frozen dew
sparkling on the winter faded lawn
once in the car, I sigh with deep breath
this is something that needs be done
but my heart falters at leaving the nest
for it is away i must go, to find some rest
it is to leave in order to stay, to be my my best
each year i take this small season of me
each year i go... go be alone in order to hone
my mind and shed dark blue barnacles
so upon my return my boat runs smooth
through river and wave, calm and typhoon
i retreat from this world and this world from me
i go find a place full of water and tree
and there i sit and sleep and walk,
very little do I talk, i do not perform
or teach, i do not quest or overreach
i am but pebble in a river,
the water, washes and reforms me
i am but budding leaf, on tree
the sun energises me
I am snail, content,
within my fragile shell
I am quiescent, within my soul
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 6:51 PM UTC
If you fill a bottle up with water from the sea, is that water still the sea?
If that bottle explodes; smashes on the pavement, and the water spreads, until slowly evaporating into the sky, is that water still the sea?
When the water gathers and forms darkness in the clouds above, is that water still the sea?
When the water falls down from the sky in droplets of rain, is that water still the sea?
When the rain soaks into the ground and kisses the leaves, is that water still sea?
When the water weaves its way from the soil and winds up the roots of the trees, is that water still the sea?
When the water then oozes out as oxygen from the trees, is that water still the sea?
When the water enters our noses in the air we breathe,
Soaks into our blood,
Energises our body,
Fills our lungs,
Are we still that sea;
Or
A bottle
Holding
The
Sea,
Waiting
To
Explode?
Heather Lea
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
A blazing embrace
The radiance with which you shine, energises swiftly
Fluttering heat, an enamoured connection
Without you the days a waste
Oct 23, 2023
Oct 23, 2023 at 11:32 AM UTC
She is rich, hot and dark,
She is my South American beauty,
My object of desire.
She is the first thing on my mind each day,
And I am a lucky man indeed as I get to enjoy her raw nakedness each morning,
She sets my pulse a racing and it energises me for the day ahead.
I look forward to our lunchtime together,
When I get to hold her again, and stare deep into her,
Intoxicated by her perfume, the time flies past so fast.
That brief 20 minutes in her company just isn’t enough to slake my desire.
Walking through the city I have seen her sat with other men,
And it stirs within me barely controllable jealousy.
I want to rush over and ****** her away
Yelling, “NO! she’s mine!”
But I don’t, she deserves to be admired by others too.
She looks so good, no matter how she is styled,
Elegant, classic or cool & casual.
And I proudly enjoy my bus journey home in her company,
Once again savouring our time together.
She has become my mistress, my world,
A captive of her exoticness, I am enslaved,
To me she is everything,
But to you,
Maybe she is just a cup of coffee.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC