"enlivening" poems
Ceramic white, wood richly brown
Smooth liquid....touching buds of taste
Lips chasing chatter, slithering slogan sentences
Arm reaching, lift off, exposing the pit, selecting
Combination to the gestured shape, proposing
Enlivening, trickling conversation tripping
To my left. A phone, pressing snugly, ear
Tuned up, alerted, filtering the microwave
Throng. With welcome warmth, thaw began
Icy film packaging a heart temporarily beat
Free, playing, fraternising.....roulette with Russia
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
Wellies crunch through the snow
Leaving footprints as I go.
Children’s laughter fills the air
Enlivening souls everywhere.
You can taste their ecstasy
As they slide down the hills next to me.
It’s a sugar-coated wonderland
I nearly slip, quick! Grab Mummy’s hand!
Pick up some snow and make it round
Flies as high as a bird before it hits the ground!
We build a snowman, up it goes
Make sure there’s a carrot for the nose!
Toes in wellies have turned to ice
Tea and biscuits would be nice.
But look at the beam on her face
Dancing around with so much grace.
Weatherman was right, more is falling
Heavier and heavier, warmth is calling.
Look! Look! It’s a blizzard
Maybe it’s the magic of a wizard!
Shiver, shiver, my lips start to quiver
The water has frozen, lets skate on the river!
Time to go, tummy’s rumbling
Mummy slipped! There she goes tumbling!
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 12:23 PM UTC
Voluntary abandonment of self
The offering
Surrendered, Often suffered
Daily suppression
Repressed depressions
The stimulating surge for another's light
The refuge and the motivator
Demonstratively strong, innate or acquired
Inner beauty enhanced through struggle
Outer beauty revealed
in the journey of each line and curve
Made better with time
Reemerging
Stepping into confidence
Unapologetic
Wisdom gained, lessons learned
Archived in her cerebrum repository
Self discovery, discernibly aware
With nothing to lose
Bashfulness dismissed
Enlivening pleasures
Guiding and coaxing another to please
Self satisfying if need
An awakened spirit rebounds
An eager voice is found
A woman
Over 40
Blazing anew.
© Tina Thompson
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 10:15 AM UTC
Spring
Effervescence
Picturesque
Tones
Energetic
Marvelous
Bright
Enlivening
Ravishing
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
“the unbound unbinding: an admixture of words and swords…
that will cut a newborn cord of reciprocity of thee and me,
miracle!
thereby, an unbound binding that ties and frees us from
and connects us nonetheless by our shared senses…”
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these words, recalled well,
for they but a newborn issue of a few days, and the notion of binding that
frees us into reciprocity yet buzz~hums
in my brain
the contradictory nature of a cutting
which ties us together,
that an unbinding binds us even more tightly,
I struggle, to better understand the nature how an unraveling
of our connection somehow ties us closer
but re-envisioning
Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel in my mind’s eye,
that sparking space tween God’s finger outstretched
to bring the enlivening of his spirit to His first enervate, Adam,
the original of we humans,
somehow sates my confusion
***to touch each other
at the most primitive basis,
we require a space
between us, in order to fulfill,
a contract contact
of completion and binding***
and this bestills and bestirs
my puzzlement,
a space electric necessary
to permit us to
close the human circuitry
!***and I am contented,
the contradiction
no more, I sense the
need to close gaps
tween us certify our human resources
for it is the permanent invisible grasping
of our loving minds that transcends
overpowers gaps,
bringing tears of joy to my eyelids,
even as I write these words,
and greet this morning
with
optimism
that every space
brings a richer
closure!***!
Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 7:36 AM UTC
his voice beguiles me, weakening me
in whispered warmth of breath, fingers
trace trembled want of hungry lips
tasting me...
Closing my eyes; I arch into need of
his touch, his voice of seduction breathes
against skin, teasing me
licking my tremors...
I moan in ache, my ripple upon his tongue,
my essence rises lingering within his mouth;
roughly kissing me and I kneel before him,
taking him in slowly suckling; tasting him tip
to pearls licking his veined pendulum swirling
in warmth, vigorously in out
loving his shudder...
he whispers as his fingers tenderly tweak ******
softly, inebriating my senses; aroused horniness,
entering my paradise, firmness weaves flesh in
breathless swells, igniting our twine; like tongue
licking heat of mouth
pulsing in wetness...
searing between open thighs, I ache for his plunge
engraving me, knotted within his arch; deluged in
fluidities flush as lips brush, tongue trails taut nips,
I blush beneath his fiery breath, still teasing
rocked to my foundation...
unraveling me in utter passion, our bodies aching;
assuaging yearn, calming quivers in wet want;
shuddering each abraded ****** loving its aftertaste
in trembled release enlivening; our lust still entwined
within wet ecstasy...
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC
With a flourish of my pen I set fire to the paper.
Enlivening it like a god creating a caper.
Words flow like wine from my synapses,
Form images in mind's eye without lapses.
Saturn may rotate like a ring on a string.
Far be it from me to question fair Jupiter's ring.
Expansive words conveying vast universes.
Ideas, concepts, phrases, and curses.
The whales they must sing, the birds they will cry,
My voice from within is written with pen as I am so shy.
Oct 16, 2010
Oct 16, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC
many interludes of laughter pealed
from a jovial kookaburra
who sat high on the elm tree's branch
gaily chortling to himself
as the dawning sun rose
of such merry tidings
the bird did bring
uplifting
was his
joy
######
he'd
given
the new day
a jolliness
the mood of much glee
making his chuckling tones
the sound great to listen to
enlivening the heart's spirits
with a bright awakening call
ever so happy in the morning staging
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
"A" crowned my head with a crown like
twigs while "A" was seated on the Throne.
Notice how Baha'u'llah reverberates that it is a different
throne, yet in essence the same One.
Fire like a rainbow.
Notice how a Prophet would gulp when another Prophet is
"mentioned".
Notice how a Prophet does not need to "believe" in else
except God.
"C" is same.
If I am a Prophet without a voice from God, please
don't let me speak.
All the Prophets have transparent beauty like
"C".
Above the City of Immortality is the Valley of
the Manifestations. Where the Sun of Reality
is home and all the denizens are refreshed
and find God again from whence they have
left. Nothing but God lies above this Valley
and the Presence of the Beloved is aglow
....in every limb.
The Presence is enlivening and heavy
in vitality.
"I hate you, I love, I hate that I love you",
echoes to hearts not attune to the Transcendent One.
The Presence has a unique energy that allows
Them to change the universe of lower natures.
All stresses dissipate away.
Those Eyes that see all of me.
Energy as if from another world,
as if always awakening from bed.
It is sitting in the Manifestation's Tent.
It is feeling Their skin become mine own skin.
Light so warm that it is cool.
Names have no place here,
only Spirit - the Transcendent.
I forget myself and
instead caught up in "A".
The fullness of the Manifestations will soon, soon
manifest in all of us.
24 karat Golden DNA.
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
Late was the hour of becoming
those zigzagging cracks up the faded plaster watched like little snakes
calm witness a resurrection akin to biblical import
alone secondstory bedroom filled by distant company
heiroglyphs miraculous sudden translation speaking the sacred tongues of fire
our hearts beating the miles away shortened with every word
an offering blessed and given by minds touching fingers touching keys to invisible locks
turning turning rusty engines purring cats smug smile
yes and yes and yes lost islands bridged by joint effortless task
a torn off mask and a question asked
eternity snuck into momentary clouds parted with blooms of lightnings flash flood food for the spirit
children laughed where they couldn't be heard
the earth sang along with tropical birds
this welcome radiant gift in my chest cavity spreading quickening enlivening
a sturdy reminder recalling vigor not found in any common tonic
simple conversation a conversion of salt water to diamond sparkling fervor
rejoice drank its sweet juices staining the lips drips warming two hearts
a chance found true its mark
bullseye
it will be unstolen saboteurs tricked submitting their swords to strong hands arming guardian angels
this joy travels well past all hours
comforting dreams that sleep undersea in gold spiraling towers
wanderer heat old bones leave the cold leave all pains
pouring out poisons to make bows out of rain
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 3:26 AM UTC
down on her knees
beseeching
pleading for it to arrive
days without
a meager amount
she was dying
as time did pass
to be endowed
in it's refreshment
towards the heavens
her hands
were stretched
asking so earnestly
for the opening of clouds
to replenish
her core so dry
ecstasy
had abandoned
her terrain
gone was it's life giving
dampness
which would allay
her anguish and pain
arid she'd been all summer long
twas too long a period
being bereft
of those quenching drops
her ground so dusty
and so lifeless
she pined
for the sweet moistening
to fill her with enlivening streams
a band of richly laden clouds
came as she pleaded
to the sky once again
she implored in desperation
to be saturated
monster spots of rain
poured down
which so soothed her landscape's crust
enthralled
was she to be in receipt
of it's wetting balm
long she'd made supplications
to the sky
for her ground
had been excessively dry
on her knees
and with her hands stretched
to the heavens
on high
the sky bequeathed
her it's deliverance
as her death
was drawing ever nigh
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
Dear Venus of my Heart,
The Solstice of blue, once flourishing with fiery flowers red, the petals of our garden froze. The chimney of our cabin of dreams, ambitious as Alexander's attainments, pops with the fog of the remnants of heat. We used to defy the now frozen roaring raging river of time and drink from the abstract notion of forever. For me, it felt like years embracing the elation of our entangled hearts, despite the days that went by. But reality is a grey mirror, and, in a hoard of wretched ways, I wronged you. Our Ecstasy, even extremely enlivening, was fleeting in behalf of my secret despair.
Imagine I a long-lasting love, a motto that guards me of any break. An unpierceable vowel, a couple for life, to live like lions loyal, bold and courageous yet entwined. So, to pour my emotions akin to the biblical flood and undergo an Ophelia, or even a Mimì, to subversion it distresses me. The motivations of mine may map me as an adamant, but I am a romantic, a believer of one true love. I just worry my machine shall yield to the snap of the edge and the ever yearly youthful yearning of restless consummation repels me. While passion is the feeling of the flesh, love is the feeling of the soul; one mate shall be fate. And my soul longs for you in spite of the lonely length that loosens our bonds.
Thus, out of my outrageous offense, I repent. I lament my vanity, this vividly voracious scruple of kissing way before and tragically after the priest's last words without a care for the bride. I apologize for this erroneous early enamor and the ceaseless insistence to the raw departure, leaving echoes of you in pictures of us. But now alas is time for my final parting, to let go because move on I shall. Heart breaks for heart's sake.
Forever and always,
H
PS: The fog shrouded our cabin of dreams. I feared going back to our place. But doubt no longer clouds my view, so I cleared the mist. Still, the chimney's black stains cannot be cleaned. Hope for this house rests on its grave. However, a new home is just around the corner. It is up to you to build it with me. I will be waiting.
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC
Our passions awaken within the palms of a cherub
Enraptured with twinkles that blanket the night sky
Now they share forever these chaste divine flames
As our hearts fuse intimately in the sweetest lullaby
Soaring then the Heavens on your soft gentle wings
We gaze at the world in this breathtaking journey
Amorous sensations absorb the core of our beings
Laying the foundation for the passion we shall see
Hypnotic stars glisten from both your precious eyes
Captivating my very essence, which already is yours
A euphoria of joy overtakes my heart at this time
Enlivening my heart while within you it then soars
The Sun’s golden rays beam upon your sultry gems
Exotically glowing with your very lustrous appeal
Fruitful with life they shine forth with your essence
Which bursts within mine sharing passions we feel
Your alluring smile shackles my heart with precision
Invigorating it spiritually with the passions we share
Our passions escalate quickly in a tornado of ecstasy
While our souls hold each other rising as they blare
Harmonious skies prepare for both our souls to arrive
In this tornado of ecstasy that we ride with pleasure
Perfumed with fragrances that exude from within you
As our love-filled winds ascend us upon our treasure
The sky breaks in two ruby-spirals, which mimic us
Blissfully surreal with each our existences enamored
Warming pulsations echo throughout all of Heaven
Seeping from our hearts into the Heaven we explored
Romantic melodies echo through the farthest regions
Thereafter resonating from our hearts to our dreams
Locked now in place is our commitment to each other
As the pinnacle of our Love has reached new extremes
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 10:09 AM UTC
Today, feet over leaves as teeth raked over
egg shells, ankle stabbing pain, *******
could cut diamonds—it’s fall.
Today, tears over cheeks as snow whipping
over tundra, reddening eye—but hey, for
these shrinks I’m a living—it’s Hell.
Today, smiles over cutting, I try it once in
a while, enlivening head, and yes—it’s
cheesy to be happy—all’s well.
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 8:23 PM UTC
I thought of love today
All those words in my mind’s eye
Imploring me to feel sad
Being had is bad too
Our cries
Our sighs
Tears falling on silky thighs
Her dancing lightly as a fawn
Unto a grim dawn
The princess bright
Enlivening our sight
Crossing the Bridge of Thorns
******** on a Golden unicorn
Until despondent
penitent
Heart rent
Life spent
And out of words
The birds take me
Forwards to heaven
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
*cycling and recycling
devotion to remotion
a spiral past a comfort blast
well known save our rewriting
yet here we tumble on
to spiral all unknown
fresh emotions rising
potent and enlivening*
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC
You Gonna be Cursed, Ain't Nothing You Can Do...
*Dedicated to those who understand
That if you look at life askew,
Then your head will likely be
******* on straight and your
Poetry will set you free
And help me too, stay that way*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
**You are refrained, restrained,
Unconsciously, the wire inserted right thru
Your eyes when wide awake and
You sucker, oblivious, clueless are...**
When older you'll blah blah blah,
Understand, realize,
Cause you will be accursed
With cautionary tales,
Wisdom from cowardly fools,
Familiar with the stupor of life,
a/k/a, experience,
Symptom but one, over-caution.
With the caution that comes from
Stubbing your toe, losing your job oh no,
Getting ****** the night before before,
The most important day of whatever more,
Marrying the wrong woman cause,
You can't find the one with secret sauce
Enlivening your boredom with a secret whoredom
To anything but her, you, a not-so-secret serf.
Go the safe school,
Or pretend you're a rebel with pink streaks,
But that's b.s. too, self deluding
Real rebels only come one way,
Demeanor modest, keep your eyes on the
Quiet ones who run around happy when raining.
Cockeyed, squint, then you'll see it straight,
***** you, experience,
You take so much more than you give,
But most of us ***** don't know it till is
Gad **** way too late.
Preaching cause I am the fool
Biggest, sacrificed 30 years of misery
Afraid to apple cart, slept alone for decades,
Till I found the right one who before you,
Here, have embraced, repeatedly.
So when read your heartbreak hotel songs,
So weary-laden, no future foreseen,
Think of this, the only pain,
This heart break of failed love
Y'all write of, so oft,
Is the chiefest exception to this curse.
Live and love are one and the sane,
Love lose pain love again, dangerously,
Do it over and over, unstintingly,
Get experienced, but never cautious,
Fail, fail, never cease to be edgy.
**In this endless struggle stay involved,
No pause button, no recess,
For when the love accident happens,
There are no words I possess to
Adequate communicate,
The euphoria of having thrown caution
In the garbage can, next to its ******* cousin,
Experience.**
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
where we live
in our temples
we light lanterns
so many plants,
gathered and dried
placed carefully
smoldering
the rising smoke
allows us to see the low
trembling
more pervasive than a wind
a bounty of your spirit
enlivening, riotous,
and your own universe
of kindness
we can never know what to expect
but we like what we are hearing
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
you'd know if ******* with you, you're only ******* with precise time
taking all that my heart can take, i'm losing pace so rerise mine
thinking that now that is true is that of the past is concedence of back
i'll ****** you ************ talking like if i didn't know my own being collectively, i warn your future like i say again, i'll ****** you ************ like ratting you out in packs
pack the steel rather than back was feel, what that, "I'll ****** you ************ like if mine was real
hype poppin **** like if was women was owned
i'll display the images of the future like sacred ideas of your own rabbit assed mind'll condone,
I'll ****** you ************ cuz it's a balance,
you feel pulse in ambivalence so stop poppin attitude cuz you're raising me wrong redeeming forgiveness in balance
you muthafuckahs gotta know you're living in soul like you were ever alive in my home
******* with all of my phones, i'll belt your *** like i owned every satellite sat saturn turned up when i'm burned up when you're ******* with all of my phones standin
capacity roam your tenacity's shown every capacity at being stolen of my life like all finalities owned
mistakenly like balance you're shortening truth as each different wife is being lied to indepently told
my capacity growth is closer to death now that my finalities owned
redeem it like i didn't reveal em ****
so your now reading everything dear closer to you now cuz you're enlivening ****
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 12:51 PM UTC
Sidereal gaze enriches casual lays beneath the shimmering firmament
Glorified passions is the indignity of benighted scars and brandished armaments
Scour with the owls proctoring over the night for signs that penetrate the tight
That ooze new light and wage an epigamic fight
Temptress like a mainlined ecstasy enlivening a heightened empathy
Our love towers above suburban muses and urban ruses
It showers with meteoric power and consummate flowers that it chooses
The misfortune of star-crossed affections
Is the serendipity of empowering but inclement afflictions
Impenetrably vast like a cavernous space
To make us tremble in insignificance at the petty rats that race
Our lambent passions erupt with paroxysms immune to an unbuttoned snooze
Oneiromancy glistens with prophetic eternities dreamed awake with inordinate *****
Playful jostles and succulent pretended jilts lionize our blessed fates
We reckon with eternity by adducing modernity at its current rate
We disavow transient objections just like gravity impounds its own weight
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
Ice blue, fluorite lights
Brisk and windy Autumn nights
Trees silhouetted against beautiful sights
Lights reaching fantastic UFO heights
A shiver away from icicle, frozen
Buoys float on water in space wide open
Life letting leave on those things broken
Water lapping shores like lava molten
Whispers in rocks surrounding each path
Knowing tales of days-passed and aftermath
A spindly tree feathered with its repeated bath
Moonlight washing away all that's wrath
Not trading here for a million or two gold
You could offer a mansion with no sign of sold
Each passing boat of enlivening cold
Remembers stories of today that were never told
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
Before I die I want to learn
to live in the moment
this very moment
I want to feel every breath
If the sun is shining I want
to let it go through me
enlivening every cell
If it rains I want to try
to count the droplets
and
sense the life in them
I want to learn to replace worry
with wonder
and
regret with wisdom
letting go of past traumas
real or imagined
I want to learn who I am
and
how to be true to that
I want to learn
my strengths
to forgive my shortcomings
to absolutely know myself
I want to learn a thousand-thousand
new words
I want to learn to fly
if only
in my dreams
before I die
I want to learn to live!
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
Behind
a still awareness
which is ready
to connect our wholeness
enveloping
enlivening
sending of Scouts
birthing the players
filling our stages until
the dream finds an ending....
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 1:02 AM UTC
down on her knees
beseeching
pleading for it to arrive
days without
a meager amount
she was dying
as time did pass
to be endowed
in its refreshment
would be a relief
towards the heavens
her hands
were stretched
asking earnestly
for the opening of clouds
to be replenished
her core so dry
ecstasy
had abandoned
her terrain
gone twas it life giving
dampness
which would allay
all of her anguish and pain
arid she'd been
all summer long
twas to long a period
being bereft
of those quenching drops
her ground so dusty
and lifeless
she'd pined
for the sweet moistening
to fill her with enlivening streams
a band of richly laden clouds
came as she pleaded
to the sky once again
she implored
to be saturated
monster drops
of rain poured down
which so soothed
her landscape's crust
enthralled twas she
to be in receipt
of its wetting balm
long she'd made supplications
to the sky
as her soil
had been excessively dry
on her knees
and her hands stretched
to the heavens
on high
the sky bequeathed
her its deliverance
as her death
twas drawing ever nigh
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 6:41 AM UTC
It's not my breath
That enlightens mind.
Not my agua uplifting
These outstretched limbs,
Forever reaching, nor the hand
Always bringing another with.
Not my thousands of rivers
Of blood forever flowing,
Enlivening life eternal.
Nor, my right heart's unbeat,
Spiritually evolving somatic
Revolution with all, the Earth.
Not my striving to thrive,
Leaving no footprints
That followed none,
Echoing in all ways, always.
Life isn't mine, being is
Relation, I cannot "give it up".
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC