"entrusting" poems
He soars high, floating in her wake
Inhaling every detail of her flowing grace
Her brushes of touch, causing him to shake
Delicate weaving hearts of leather and lace
Inspiration sails high, with her drifting in his mind
Ripples from deep emotions, she elegantly paints
Closing his eyes, entrusting her, flying blind
Together, one with the other, interlinking chains
Flickering fates of fireflies under stars aligned
Precious moments in time, worlds collide
A rendezvous in the Milky Way, by design
Consummating souls kiss passionately, ignite
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
Secrets of love
Moment of adoration
Kisses blown gently into the night sky
Tiny moments of total honesty
Secret passions
Holding close your warmth
Feeling your energy in my soul
Naked bodies
Revealing nothing
But total honesty
Secret pains
Baring our souls completely
Holding your pain in my bare hands
Wanting nothing but your happiness
Sharing our lives
With total honesty
Secrets of nothing
We hold out our hearts
Entrusting in one another
Giving each brick of our wall away
Tearing our guards down
For Love
& Complete honesty
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 11:18 PM UTC
What is love if not breaking down walls,
The wall of trust,
The wall of insecurities,
The wall of self.
What is love if not giving,
A piece of yourself,
A piece of your heart,
A piece of your soul.
What is love if not sacrifice,
The sacrifice of time,
The sacrifice of dedication,
The sacrifice of ego.
What is love if not showing weakness,
To have your heart laid out on the table,
Entrusting your insecurities to a stranger,
To have your soul attached to another.
What is love if not all this and more.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
In the back of my head i can hear them,
Tiny voices pulling me near them,
Asking me begging me to write these words.
The voices of dead poets all speaking to me at once
Telling me the words they were never able to speak.
Entrusting me with the words that remain unwritten and unknown.
Inside of me i can hear them growing louder and louder and behind each word the feeling, the passion that burned inside of them.
Like so many things in life the only way to silence them is to satisfy them.
So i desperately write until my hands begin to bleed.
Until tears run down my face and trickle onto the page.
When i run out of ink i will use my blood,
I will write and write until i cant anymore
then i will join them...
I will join the voices that once haunted me. I will become the voice that keeps YOU up at night.
I will become that voice that screams in the back of every writers mind.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
Two hundred years ago and yesterday
a sailor wrote a letter in longhand,
entrusting it to the road
back to his beloved,
where dawn was breaking
at the closest port of call.
A century ago, a shy and lovely
mail order bride wrote
to the man who would be her husband,
in a land entirely different from her own.
In her delicate, sincere questions, from a
heart wrapped in ornate brocade layers of
kimono silk, she hoped to begin to know him.
Relationships formed gracefully, over time,
an ocean of water and thought intervening.
Water and air may be there
keeping souls apart,
until they are meant to be united.
Now, two beloved young friends have found
in each other a twin flame, first seen shining
in the virtual world of today. With only letters,
or flares or morse code, these two would have
seen, and known, that light within one another.
Souls destined from very early on.
My loving eyes have seen them, decades from now,
leaning into one another, silver hair entwined
as they rest their heads together on one more journey.
I defy anyone who might challenge me,
seeing these two blossoming in love
from a virtual, chance encounter,
to say that life is any less real
in the ways that matter most,
when it is born in abstract space,
in this manifestation of a reality
that is in itself a metaphor for
Reality.
Reality, is living,
deeply living,
the inexplicable,
unfathomable,
exquisitely simple
complexity,
of being fully human.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
There's a plethora of albums in my mind
And a good deal weighing on my heart
My brain desires fluctuation
Bipolar fixations based around emotion
And Unicorns with rainbows on blue,
wearable ocean
And everything is a microcosm
seemingly inconsequential
When looked at solely from
the view of entrusting it to You
And all the fear that rides the
coattails of such a decision.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
**My life is foretold in every crevice of this universe,
in serene seas, and swaying sands,
in scorching degrees and holding hands,
with a lover in my longing arms,
fires raging, and yet i am sheltered from harm.
and throughout my journeys,
it is my deepest desire,
to ignite and set my ambitions on fire,
in the midst of euphoric dreaming,
with my lover on this late summer's evening.
and i shall be at one with the stars,
and my doors in life shall forever remain ajar.**
*Walk into this space it is endless
sublime congruence with the heavens
open is the third eye looking directly at abyss
i feel a divine hint on my skin
as if it were a celestial kiss
there is no need to travel in doubt
it is written across the evening canvas
open the gates of exotic awareness*
**It is writhing, it is gifting, entrusting me, and quaking,
yet I, within mine, remain still.
Fore be it told, and beneath footless form, it's subversive,
yet, I dance a sure tango, uphill.
I must be sure, so sure not to mind lone notches and disparity,
as crevices, you see, they arch to transverse.
Fearing but forging the depths of what is migration, we say,
from this hallowed tangle be my rise, my verse.
I’m floundering, I grant, when I think I hold discovery,
so, I tug at the rein of imprint and plan.
It is here my beloved reliance, my precious doubtless tread
is afforded the fair crossing of Pan.
So, although it contests and chides and outreaches,
I am in love and as love, an apprentice.
A conquest won, no never, but here, a concession, a regard-
I am, with no poet’s journey, amiss.**
Lilting ebulliently in ineffable fields of ecstasy.
Mellifluous waves, in life's voyage,
inure us to pulchritude paths, refined by old age.
Multifarious, nascent jubilant days, swaying in paint,
array the way as we sail away.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
Graceful is her stride as she treads through the journey of life,
Peace lies within as she harbors solace among the mayhem,
Organic affection towards the world unbound she travels through the myriad of phases,
Embracing the unknown and entrusting the sovereign she persists fearlessly,
Effortless charisma engulfs her trance,
She is a woman warrior,
Defying the odds and living her ancestors dreams,
A raw glory to be seen.
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 4:06 PM UTC
Trusting is like believing;
Entrusting is love making;
Everlasting is lust breaking
thirsting for drinking;
Life is budding
placing yourself in my passion
bless me with your strength;
Human mind becomes blind
while I am submissive
under your shelter;
and with prayers, I stand,
holding candle lights
upon on your altar.
By Williamsji Maveli
Email:[email protected]
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 10:15 PM UTC
6:20
I can't forget the look of your eyes meeting mine when you walked through the door.
Like I was everything you thought you wanted at a time before.
6:20
I didn't stand from my chair to hug you because my knees were too soft and I feared I might fall to your feet.
6:33
You stood behind me at the jukebox and I could feel the heat of your body on the back of my neck, traveling down my spine.
It was that old familiar warmth I remember laying next to at night.
7:10
I sang along to a song you told me you played.
Not realizing till a month later the hidden meaning behind the words.
"I'll remember you" it rang,
as I sang,
and sang,
and sang.
7:28
Your eyes didn't search for me like they did before when I would leave your side.
I tried to hide in the dark and watch you in the light but you never noticed I was gone.
7:37
Your hands lay on the steering wheel of my car, with ***** in your blood speeding away with my heart. Entrusting my life to a boy who didn't care if I lived or died.
He'd already killed me many times.
8:16
You placed your arm around your buddy's girl and joked how you were trying to make him mad.
But instead I sat there comparing my body to the thin girl in the hat.
8:58
You decided it was time to leave so we walked back to my car.
I wish it were cold so I could say it pierced my heart but that was your breath on my lips at the stop sign.
9:30
We drove old dirt roads until we found a spot bare enough to take our clothes off and I remember the placement of my hands on the seat as you sank your teeth deep into me.
Chewed me up.
Spit me out.
You didn't like my taste in your mouth.
10:15
You were tired so you drove back to where we left your car in the parking lot.
You said I acted weird on the drive home.
But you knew.
It was known.
It was known.
It was known.
10:36
I laid in my bed, fully clothed with the fabric remembering your hug that held tightly and lingered just long enough; with words of "I love you" as you kissed my forehead.
Like you never left.
I wish I would have left.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
Thank you really, honestly
For entrusting parental duties to me
Your refusal except at those times
When you think you fool others eyes
The picture you pretend to paint
Fools nobody like you think
It makes me laugh inside that your actions actually flatter me
October 20, 2014
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
that streak of light
in the distant dark horizon
can only be you.
in the waters of the ocean
i’m just a wave,
while you pervade as its wetness.
if flowers were black and white
those would be your eyes.
the paper you tossed in the cold air
was me,
but time turned paper to poems.
one day you love me so deeply,
and the next
you hate me so bitterly....
why darling?
is it from the burden of entrusting my marigold heart to you?
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Feb 5, 2023
Feb 5, 2023 at 12:05 AM UTC
A brush of the warmest fingertips ignites the burning flame
Existing in the sheets of the forbidden reaches
Quickly captivating all the fragile seeds of the perfect gathering
While providing them with the sweetest flight of release
Inimitable reflections surround the purest form of yielding
Sufficiently opening the most tender bloom
Such a majestic revelation unassuming in its glow
Sweetly fills the untouched air with its perfume
The forbidden reaches eagerly consume the warmest touch
Oblivious to their state of vulnerability
Entrusting all their fragility to the burning flame
Glowing in the sweetest flight of release
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 9:54 PM UTC
Some will sing of Scotland,
its heather and its hills
Some will sing of sunrise,
the coming of new dawns
Some will speak of hidden gems
some of treasured pearls
But I will sing of Alba Flower
when kneeling in my prayers.
I will thank my Father God
that she came before the dawn
that in the deepest night
Alba's bright new light was born
I will thank him for the joy
of finding this precious pearl
and thank him for entrusting us
with this wee bonnie girl.
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 4:02 AM UTC
Feathered, protected
You take me under your wing
Holding me close
To your beating heart
I hear your breath sing
With the illusion of silence
You shatter my hope
Swallowing hard
I wonder who you are
A mother bird
Entrusting me
Encouraging me far
I love our mutual interest
The light in your eyes
Captivating
Embracing
From a distance
We are held, in motion
A deep meditative waiting
For the sweet sensation
Of freedom
As we say goodbye
Cutting loose
The ribbon from our feet
Hearts on high
Wings steadied against the wind
All expectations fall to Earth...
Fly.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
Like a dark gloom fell down
From the cosmic bright sky,
Death is the next phase of Life;
A change of dress, a disrobing;
A birth into the unborn again;
Beginning where we ended;
Opening where we closed;
It is a crossroad of Eternity;
A giving up of everything,
to hold again for nothing.
The end of the unreal,
And the beginning of the real
Carry me on your shoulders
Let me enjoy the touch
My obsession and pleasure now on
is to be tight on your cold lips
Entrusting my body on you
Love is so kind and not blind
My soul is being scattered everywhere !
By Williamsji Maveli
Email:[email protected]
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC
I am stubborn.
I would probably stub my toe on the same leg, of the same table, repeatedly, over some period of time, instead of making sure that said table, and said leg, never meet, my poor little toe.
Which is fairly easy, but instead, I must now walk awkwardly, because it hurts to put pressure on my bruised foot. I curse under my
breath. I am upset, yet,
I'm not sure if I can simply stop falling.
I am stubborn.
I would probably break my heart, by entrusting it to the wrong hands, of the same girl, repeatedly, over some period of time, instead of making sure that said hands, and said girl, never meet, my poor little heart.
Which sounds fairly impossible, so instead, I must now breathe awkwardly, because the bruise placed inside my chest is unbearable.
I curse at myself for breathing, I am in agony, yet,
I'm not sure if I can simply stop falling.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
I have long desired a night undisturbed
full of sleep and coherent dreams
but that the sun arrives faster than light's speed
leaves me wondering
if there is ever an end to the war
I battle throughout weeks, months,
and years and years on end
After all I am easy to bend
like a daisy at the hand of storm
sways, unyielding, entrusting the wild current
of passion that breaks her back
I strike a match to see with blind eyes
how far this night, intemperate, will extend
And who shall have removed my footprints
when dawn breaks to swallow
every secret I whispered to this dusty road
and crushed beneath my feet
They say day is a neat deceit
for those who believe black is evil
and I hardly think it untrue
with stars ****** off their shine
to magnify the glory of darkness
when my body hits the matress
I can feel it quite as it is, darkness
but in no shade of beauty or grace
as if I never had any stars to sacrifice
with love their inborn proclivity
there indeed is no sincerity
in the way I am deaf to the sound of dark
A Beethoven masterpiece, the starry night
Such starless of a night this life has become
Or is it that life is still there?
handsome and fair, with his head in clouds?
My pinstriped eyes fail to glimpse in a crowd
the warmth and glow of this flame
of dark, this grand grand enchantress
Behind prison bars the war goes on
with no light to clear the mess...
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC
I’ve been floating in purgatory.
Stuck in a rut.
Entrusting in the bigger story,
and not just the front.
If this is all that there is,
then where is the what?
Who is the how?
And why such a slump?
Will love be enough,
if I love me enough?
Enough to dust me off
and build me back up?
I think it’s all of my questions,
that lessen hunt.
Second guessing the messes,
won’t clean them back up.
It’s time to grow up,
and own up to true me.
Whatever that means,
it means that I’ll see.
Blinded no more.
I’m parting the seas.
I know I can’t swim,
but don’t want to sink.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:56 AM UTC
A gamble of will we duel our hearts in an arena,
Tried is the match in which we wager personifications of emotion,
Unknown is the end where we place our bets,
Risking it all on infatuation's roulette,
Entrusting one another amid poker faced facades,
Weary are we who foolishly tread the tables,
Striking a loss tonight we walk separate paths.
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 1:09 PM UTC
they say taking is always easier.
i now know that the saying holds more truth
than i expected it to be.
giving means
spending your time.
giving means
sharing a small part of yourself,
may it be a small cell or even your spirit.
giving means
entrusting a person
to hold something
that could be of importance to you or to others.
giving means
saying goodbye to something
that was once in the warmth of your own hands.
through the act of giving,
we are letting others obtain the freedom of having something
that could've been yours, or has already been yours.
it takes a lot to be able to even think of giving,
because you don't know what you could've had
yet chose to part from.
i hope we all give this christmas,
and that we have the courage to face whatever happens
after giving away a piece of our time, hearts, and spirits.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
Nature, I beg Her to take Her course
The only true sustaining life force
Apparently we have evolved too much
Seems we no longer respect Her as such
I can feel Her turning up the heat
Counting the days to bitter defeat
Worst part is, we know what we have done
Yet we continue to have our fun
The few that created a plan of action
Receive little political attraction
Forget the poor; there is no money for Earth!
Do people really wonder what She is worth??
If so, this world really is disgusting
Who are these leaders that we are entrusting?
They do not think of the future generations
Who will have to live through all their complications
This beautiful land that we all adore
Is the only life they cannot ignore
Their blissful ignorance will create their demise
Mother Earth warns us every time She CRIES!
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 7:30 AM UTC
this debt, this book, this tort,
so overdue, uncivil wrong demanding reconciliation,
that the librarians sent the hoodlums
to remind me of my obligations
there must be unfinished, three or four Gebbie precursors,
lying about awaiting further final definition
unmarshaled me, unable to see them through to completion,
but my hindsight, my guilty plea, aided by an assertive,
rear self-kicking, offers me some motivation immediacy
When I see the Auckland Sky Center in photos,
a hard hatted man with softest heart always,
is on top, doing his native Aussie global
(in place) walkabout, better to see,
the cubature volume of the global poetry underneath his feet,
the poetic underworld, needing a
Gebbie supervisory drilling read down
Enough!
unsatisfactory above this ditty notation for one who
tenders unto me comforting words that
drill down so deeply, keeping,
"the night shall not disrobe you,"
that only a single rhyming word
is satisfactory but yet too,
is insufficient to capture
the audio of innards weeping
surely aware, the nighttime, is when I best my own analytics,
disrobing in a room of black letters on a white background
for all who stumble by moonlight on the bards of "perchance,^"
giving pieces of me to the those who not only read my verses,
but those who ken
that the unspoken spaces in between,
containers of what is not writ,
but only modestly well hid,
is where lies oft the more important script
and he gets that...
where the skills when most needed?
his precision will deserves artistry, not sophistry,
and I am flailing, failing inadequately to pay my overdue
it is early morn in Taranaki,
perhaps he will see this lackey's lacking insufficiency,
before he goes climbing man-made towers
that bear witness
to mens bigger dreams,
perhaps when he returns later tonight,
in a snifter of old malt scotch,
his "last one for the road"
he will see it floating,
and think of me,
this time, happily,
disrobing mine soul's own nighttime,
trusting him to keep all safe,
entrusting it to him,
and to Janet,
my best,
red and black,
sweetest dreams
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https://hellopoetry.com/marshal-gebbie/
9/5/17 13:55pm
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
*
Like a dark shadow fell down
From the bright outer sky,
Demise is the next phase of Life;
A transform of dress, a disrobing;
A creation into the unborn again;
Beginning where we ended;
Opening where we closed to rest;
It is a crossroad of infinity;
A bountiful of everything,
to hold again for nothing.
The end of the unreal,
And the beginning of the real
Carry me on your shoulders
Let me enjoy the touch
My passion and pleasure now on
To place my cold lips on yours…
Entrusting my body on you
Love is so kind and not blind
*
**
By Williamsji Maveli
**
Email:[email protected]
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 6:35 AM UTC