"ominpresent" poems
You touch my soul,
my heart and my spirit.
When I feel your hands on me
I shiver
No one has ever touched me like that.
You hold me close
I hold my breath
I feel that you are ominpresent.
Your smell, your prescence
is more than I have ever experienced before.
Your touch induces emotions
actions that make me want to stay.
A simple touch.
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 2:53 PM UTC
the world community
must be at all times ready
for another virus's chaotic
and volatile eddy
there's a fifty fifty chance
of a new virus ocurring
and the very thought of it
isn't all that alluring
humanity cannot afford to
let down its guard
whilst a damaging virus load
is living in its yard
the bane of a virus is
ominpresent
and its effects are said to
be so unpleasant
hear ye hear ye
this being the decree
from the uncontrolled spread
of virus we're not free
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 6:16 PM UTC