"shiverings" poems
Rare riddles are oft bittersweet,
a never ending search for poisonous feed,
sand greyish desert coloured ****
so many studies, not edible this seed?
Emeralds green in forrests deep,
sunken wood drifted apart and seep,
mortal words that never sleep,
in a city full of leaks.
cherished thoughts wandering celestial high,
whose orphans are these lost kids…sigh….
flickering fields, amish nigh;
shiverings on personal corpses,
numb of words, ah… stunts in shortest.
The words refused to be arranged as it must.
I lost my commands of the words, no, it’s no plus,
these words mock mankind as their playful lust,
sorry, now I can only say in the past tense:" Friends, 'twas....."
© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
Death is as much an illusion as most see and play life!!! So which one is dying daily and whom is born again...
I'd say each!!! Falling away and forever more entwined!!!!
Ever so without
a long time ago
what could be
was too
all ready
but who
could ponder
or be fonder
floundering
alone in the dark
the Great Heart
being torn
loathed
self scorned
firstly folded
grieving
what is Word
with out Heard
but scribbler
to paper
and shred-lings
un-delivered
sliverings
cooling
cold
cruel shiverings
of eternal longing's ...
...so Self
did part
as partner's
Of Great LOVE
In Darkness and Light
tickled so...
..In Love
the Great laughed
and said
'it is Beginning';
'I Willith'
Giving Her
House Aglow...
'then time I better give also'
for soiled eyes to re see eve from the womb
of ALL before they steal the show!!!
So It Is Sown!!!
From,
The Heart of the Infinite Deep Dark Sea of LOVE <3 <3 :) :)!!!
From where she and all is sprung and springs still and still;
Where if some is Good More Is Given!!!!
Welcome to the 8th of Days...
My Dearly departed and imperishable ones of such this very LOVE!!!
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 2:02 PM UTC
midnight shiverings of semi-neurotic portions, strike my ******* as I lay on a bed of eggshells, Malibu-Barbie-d to the head of your knees, baby said he'd paint me pink like the insides of my vaginal regions because it was his favorite, favorite, favorite place to read about, think about, taste about and feel about, baby, baby, he said he'd shake me salty like the Dead Sea and then he'd leave me comfy like the title repeats, my baby, baby is wilder than I could ever be but I swear there's one thing we have in common: he don't like me and I don't like he but we sure did like 'we'. We sure did love something funny and silly, never too serious, just like true, blue young'uns do.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
They play.
The fingers when they slip into your hands, snuggling gently into their warmth reminding why touch isn’t always a screen that turns bright with fever, yet never turns on.
They feel.
The fingers when they slide into the countless caresses rippling down your pretty head, only parting so gently to reveal the forehead glistening with sweat and love.
They tease
The fingers when they ski over your naked skin revealing the tender pores in the slow shiverings and infinitesimal bumps that raise their Lilliputian heads and come alive.
They sing
The fingers when they feel your flirty lips and the tongue looking to mate darts out, to speak of stories that lie hidden behind the brightest shades stroked to life with perfumed wax.
They mate
The fingers when they feel your shivering thighs and explore the depth of your love making you moan in disbelief, figuring out what makes you love who you love and spill it all over.
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
the wind came by today
it wanted to play
seizing the leaves
rolling them here and there
spiraling Heaven ward
gracefully dancing
soaring in the race
free falling long and slow
the wind came by today
it wanted to play
harder now then when
it broke the limbs
tantrum all abound
throwing things
in fits of rage
the wind came by today
it wanted to play
gentler now then when
softly caressing
the bumps it brought
shiverings up then down
the wind came by today
it wanted to play
soothing now then when
carrying warmth
inviting depths
expanding evermore
the wind came by today
it wanted to play
bored with me
waving as it went away
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 6:48 AM UTC
It was the party that came to me
Anticipation multiplied into party erotica
Havoc broke when Mandy was invited
When one mug became two ashtrays
Two nights doubled into days
Four girls took their clothes off
Five Girls sprouted feathers and others grew tails
Elves were added
Plus many most loved friends
A sum of more than 40 enthusiastic ravers
The carnival invaded and erupted into energetic bliss
It was 100% fun made up of 30% music, 20% alcohol and 50% love
Countless happy memories were created
With recurrent rushes of delight and shiverings of glee
Bonds were never stronger felt
Yet several glasses were divided into pieces and carnage accelerated the house
In the stains hold memories of heaven
Where we were fed fruit and jelly from spoons
And where inhibitions were taken away as we washed each other
The sole purpose of wake was pleasure
Pleasure of indulgence and heartfelt intimacy
Pleasure of dancing, singing, hugging, kissing, playing, drinking, smoking, loving, touching, washing, raving and relaxing
It all equalled an ultimately hedonistic satisfaction
Off the scale enjoyment
The number one best place to be
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC