"energising" poems
Somehow your heart enzymes inveigled a way into my system
I surmise it was your energising tongue which smuggled them in
my pseudoanaphylactic longing to snuggle in vein against your protein
its aim a happy interaction tugged by frenzied polypeptide chains
when your petite triglycerides coil avidly around my pH changes
hydrolysis replenishes steroids to stop any pleasure level plunge
so that functional-group transfers may intervene at all active sites
supervising where coenzymes await love's coursing stem cell sights
that photosynthesise my eyes to sensitise to you despite the dark
dancing in all my living cells with infectious smiles an epidemic
when your DNA can't polymerase enough of the audacious lipids
pleasing as they kiss the density away of fatty acids on soft lips
that release protease inhibitors in ways not too selective
so our hearts find their metabolic pathway audaciously live
and offer themselves completely to a frolic in love reactive
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
Cockerel sunshine slips between the curtains
Energising dust to dance in beams
Lifting lethargy as I do the duvet
A good day I think.
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 3:36 AM UTC
Occasionally, I seek Sanctuary
In a place where the Life Force glows.
No rush, no clock faces; with time just a gentle flow in space,
Time to nurture, heal and grow,
In a place where the Life Force glows.
Occasionally, I seek Sanctuary
In a place where I lose my ego.
Listening to make my body loose,
Releasing feelings, space for growth,
Uncoiling my body and energising my core,
Brings awareness to tenseness that serves me no more.
In a community, I seek Sanctuary
Where gentle open people flow,
Authentic, selfless, caring folk with hearts as precious as gold.
Shaking off trauma and sharing universal truths,
Clearing our monkey brains ancestoral wounds.
Vibrationally protected. And intensely connected.
In a place where the Life Force glows.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
Two miles is what it took
to hear that still small voice.
Two more miles is what it took
to realise that she needed to listen rather than run.
In that four miles were over 8000 steps,
little and big,
hard and soft,
energising yet exhausting,
The day had been long,
her soul craved the lake air.
She retreated to a quiet place
hoping that she could get her mind to still.
She doubted that He would speak wisdom,
as she has been a stubborn girl.
But she tried so very hard,
to listen, that is,
and when she stopped running to catch both her breath and mind,
she was smacked with the love that only a father can give.
A taste of the freedom that she once had,
yet craved even more deeply than before.
He showed her great things,
her Father did,
allowing her to reflect on the moments when he had been faithful.
He emphasised the journey,
rather than the destination.
After He was finished,
she stood still and wept.
Agape love,
it is hard to receive.
With her music silenced and her running feet stilled
she walked back to the starting line,
retracing her steps.
Only this time it was different.
This time she allowed her Father to hold her hand,
as she was reminded that she was not alone.
Is never alone.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
The first few drops
Fell on my face
As I was speeding on my bike
The sky still looked almost clear
And there was not much signs
of an impending rain..
Then there was a breeze
Cold and refreshing..
The sun hid itself behind the clouds
The dust on the path flew up twirling..
The breeze got stronger
The leaves of the trees on
Both sides of my path started dancing faster..
There was a sudden flight of a pack of birds
There was few more rain drops and this time hitting stronger
Then all of a sudden,
The wind got stronger
The droplets fell thick and heavy
The intoxicating smell of the first rain
Hitting the loose earth below
Pierced my nose and all my senses
I slowed down my bike to catch
All the smells, the droplets, the cold wind
The flying leaves,
The chirping of the birds,
The growing darkness..
The fragrance of the first summer rain...
The rain lashed heavily
Blinding my eyes,
Water dripped down by dress
Sending the cold chill through my spine..
Refreshing and Energising at the same time
The road became clean
With the run off..
The ensuing scenery became greener
Little streams formed and giggled
Down the drains...
I slowly cycled forward
Not caring to take a shelter
For I cherished to be wet
In the summer rain..
Which was bringing back
Nostalgic memories
Of childhood..
The song of the rain lingering
And the bike seemed to like the rain
As its master who floated
With the rain...
Immersed in the music of the rain..
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
i value
GOD
as the source of our knowledge
and take their
slanders
with a pinch of salt
knowing for full sure and certain
HE is real
HIS WORD makes MATTER so
for knowledge
where else would one go?
but to the ONE who KNOW
LOVE LOVE LOVE
ALL WE NEED IS GOD TO LOVE
LOVE OF GOD
THANKS SO MUCH
FOR EVERYTHING
in this beautiful garden
valley of tears
energising inanimate objects in which i type with mud and water on mud on water
flowering out of this mud
farmed to eat the mulberry bush
for the secret i on
LOVELOVELOVE
May 22, 2023
May 22, 2023 at 11:38 AM UTC
"Get in there!"
Can't say it loud enough
"Awoooo!"
Feeling awesome
Unbridled grins
Yelling with vigour
Hi fives
Energising others
Since when did we stop skipping?
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
I was sure
Sure of myself
Thought I was above clichés
Live to please someone?
Psh i'd think "it'd never come to that"
But then he was there
He'd been there a while
No stranger
A comfortable smile
I kid you not
It came to me like a slap in the face
This sudden urge? This unrivalled adoration?
It felt so out of place
Its the simple things
Your little gap between your teeth
The effortless and energising teasing
I began to see see parts of me within you
The quiet thoughtfulness
The smile you had for everyone
Always a thousand times more beautiful when directed at me
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
We know each other as History,
Yet we play in the unknown as Mystery.
Alone and along the path,
we are not apart.
The familiar essence in the sense of you,
yet such freshness of the forest as
I See You.
I can smell the stories of our past,
ancient eyes as I look at you through the void in vast.
Our spirits have dancing long before we knew how,
for our sacred meeting forms us to sway to the music that beckons the miracle shining our way.
This tune we know,
for this truth is ingrained in our soul.
Accelerating demons and angels of our dance,
Let’s let our creatures out as we enhance,
our movement motion,
depths of devotion.
Raising,
rising,
the frequency,
fractalising.
What began with a swaying,
melted into our praying
A sacred pray to the gods for our journey of togetherness.
Breathing between,
we meet as the eternal embracing,
exploring spacing.
Resonance, Reflection, Remembrance
Shared
Tasting the vibrant vitality in the air.
electrifying, energising, eternalising,
weaving ourselves through the many strings of our worlds,
Meeting as darkness and light makes love to sight.
The full spectrum plectrum,
Strum me baby,
For we are roaming in a field of dragon daisies...
And i can hear our Song.
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC
Oh weary traveller heed this warning or ye be hers before the morning.
Beware the sorceress's lair ! Her all seeing evil eye will freeze you with a stare. Folk say she feeds darkness,it eats right from her hand. Enticing siren song haunts this wretched land.
An offering you must give..a promise...a soul..a secret never to be told. Maybe she will let you live or **** you stone cold.
The black abyss is her home, she prowls the night silent and alone. The dealer of misery a stealer of souls. Poisonous enchantress seducer of humanity writhing naked in wicked sin and depravity.
Full moon rising , it's magical silvery rays to Lillith so energising. From the coven of iniquity she'll seek you out, without mercy devoid of feeling, this goddess of antiquity.
Oh weary traveller heed this warning or ye be hers before the morning.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
We are each a particle of light
illuminating the surrounding
landscape.
Each of us energising the emotions
of others solar panels of reflection.
were all star dust.
But before we supernova to oblivion,
we help others grow to fulfilment
in our light of knowledge.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
all the sunlight lays gently on the skin
while the colours of day mingle
with red, the red that runs around my mind
runs in rivulets streams and rivers into all oceans
the red of warning and martyrdom
red re-energising releasing replenishing
the world of wild wild love where children play
in the red red clay under a red red sky
now raining red red rain washing the red red red.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
1
The spin of
Light and dark
Will stop
And following-
An overflow of
Red love or
The blank stare
Of nothingness
2
One day i held you
It is enough
3
Never and again
Will darkness spill
Over the edge of
A bowl
Shimmered into
Light,
Vibration of the miniscule
Energising the mighty
May 10, 2023
May 10, 2023 at 9:39 AM UTC
i am not a morning person but i marvel in its catharsis. be it getting up early or going home late, the eerie quiet of dawn creeps into your soul and under your skin sending chills down your spine, just enough to irk you to no end. the lack of noise from the hustle and bustle of city life calms my entire being and there is that elusive sense of safety but yet not entirely so. it’s as if breathing in the six a.m. air is as effective as my morning dose of coffee - energising and invigorating.
i am most definitely not a morning person, but i’d very much like to be.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
love cannot be contained
be exhausted
love, - constant
-vigorous energising.
Aug 25, 2023
Aug 25, 2023 at 9:00 AM UTC
I would usually drive home but it was the sort of night that you just had to experience. It was one of those humid nights but chilly enough that I had to turn my collar up. So I walked back and let the pulse of the city engulf me. I felt rather cool and fancied that I struck a very Dean-esque figure walking about as adrenalin pumped through the streets and flowed into me, energising me. You suddenly grabbed my hand and I felt electricity flow through your fingers and jolt me. I think you felt it too because you smiled when I winced from the touch. Tomorrow morning the city would return to normal buzzing with business folk rushing about with cups of coffee in one hand and cellphones in the other but tonight it bristles with magik. And just like us, tomorrow we would morph into our old boring selves again but for now we could pretend to be anyone we wanted to be.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
liquid ink solidified
a spirit of poetry
energising empty space.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC