"telluric" poems
I feel the heat
upon my neck
sparking fire,
just a peck
liberated,
what the heck
kissing lips
& moving hips
touching me
with fingertips
hot and steamy,
& very dreamy
skin of gold
smooth & creamy
inked in breath
& just like death,
come to take me
then forsake me
words you utter,
make me shudder
afterthoughts
a coming morning
& even though
ample warning
your way inside,
you are horning
romancing
of the coming reaper
our feelings go,
so much deeper
not so much,
a peaceful sleeper
cannot wait
or take a pause
surgery needed
for the cause
releasing me,
a lovely clause
plunging knife,
causing pain
cutting out
the ugly vein
taking hold,
a waving mane
telling me,
familiar songs
come inside
where you belong
even if,
they think it wrong
darkened hearts,
climbing walls
a melancholy
southern drawl
like a wanting
Vodoo doll
pounding sound
inside your chest
Am I cursed
or am I blessed?
buried in a loamy nest
heart arrhythmia
taking start
take a blade,
remove my heart
taking love
& pull apart
I hold it beating
in my hands
relieved at last
of its demands
as shadows fall
low in the deep
of promises
we'll never keep
curling toes,
as blood it seeps
colored in cascading red
of endless nights
that I have bled
laid at last, telluric bed
I'm melting slow
into your arms
dissolved into
the haunting charms
glad that I,
just bit the farm
lying in
a field of wheat
covered by
my linen sheets
a **** place
for us to meet
& burning
in the guilty heat
I'll write you here,
inside my room
skies apart,
forgiving gloom
push aside
impending doom
or what dangers
wait & loom
I wait for death
& love
...to bloom
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
Today my heart
well it is saddened
it sits low
in the Stillness now
my precious voice
I so long to find her
taken weary
by a wanton Thief
why...
I wish
for to ask you
your
sweet sound
that you own too
inspired chords
oh I wish to hear you
bringing tears
in a thorny crown
as you steal
my aching heartbeat
in longing pangs
of envy wild
jealous lust
is steering spirits
if a willing voice
souls lost in time
do not take
that Midnight train ride
consumed by feined
affections lost
sing my heart
releasing chest pain
forming blood
in an endless tide
as I lay bleeding
morning offers
a chance for peace
in moonsoaked clouds
the trees
I can hear them
softly whisper
gently near
wounded wings
were just repaired
I pray for rain
and to show us how to
be better as
we drain this ink
telluric beds
already laid in
the laying long
let go of sin
like the voice
that I
can't hear now
it's not you
that I'm afraid
it is the sound
of endless Silence
Paining ears
in a deafening pound
I hear
it calling
from
a battle
waging
lost
a tragic end
voices silenced
war of ages
left to die
a hefty cost.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
*Lavished; I endow many creatures
Trenchant and keen they denude as weepers
As we are harsh while we wangle
Deviser’s enriched are all riotous tamers
Crowns en-dowering among the fittest
Bounteous of all wades in telluric mist
Unscathed by deft spry
Admitting your mordant’s are never lies*
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 1:34 PM UTC
I am running
out of daylight and in this
forgotten chasm, soon
I will meet my own
fate to become star-blinded
But I do not mind.
My telluric heart
is going to lose its poor
blindspots of stifling
sobriety by
embracing your ravenskinned,
asterisk lighted nightshade.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC
*My locum outer self is identified as a conferer,
A deep **** stirrer; I frod miserably when trouble occurs
Out in the open I am hidden from sight of Earthly cures
Sparsely telluric on my own
Adroitly celestial in my dome
Scape goat from head to toe;
I'd drown in and out too many populating
Coruscating as you'd spy
Balky the opposite: Illuminating inside
My barbaric inner self un identified as unseen;
Real keen are my advances
I'm a tone deft prancing like I can carry tune
An elitist with the perfect groove
That's what you;d say if given impression hand first
Of course, I'd finish the enitire plate without the quench for thirst
And I'm hard to capture by pithy eyes too
And I'm hard to real inside outside
And neither never am I ever; on cue*
Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 2:37 PM UTC
Our ancient lineage contains folds encapsulating hidden wisdom
unfurling at the weathered edges.
Curling inwards in attempt to direct us to the origin.
Source.
Deposits of insight lie within our bloodline,
spiraling beside genetic codes we have carried through lifetimes.
The quickening has arrived,
through comprehension acceleration and universal language of Love translations.
Verdant roots nourishing, allowing spiritual nutrients to enhance our brilliance.
We are
Telluric creatures:Natural teachers
essential to the transfusion of energy between the moon and the sun
We are
the ones, responsible for our is-ness magnification
outgrow foundations we have constructed to keep ourselves from seeing past this self inflicted ceiling.
It has withheld us from feeling anything beyond this consumeristic dogma implanted in our society,
force feeding us its enigmatic conditioning.
Detach pre-determined thinking to allow this ever-flowing journey of contemplating mysteries,
abolishing worries of fear in the becoming.
It takes courage to assert ones self beyond what we have been taught,
to unlearn ready made thought and rewrite our own scriptures.
Our ligaments are sacred scrolls awaiting our blessing, allowing them to unfold
leaving lacuna spaces for existence to experience traces of our essence.
Children of mother earth in collaboration with father time,
the genesis of this breath has appointed us as divine,
intertwined into a perfected geometric composition, we are creation curators of this generation
woven into synthesis,
mastered with our gift of presence,
god-head recollection.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
They tell me in man
lies the source of evils
as weakness surrenders
to ineluctable lures.
That he pursues aims
of personal interest
out of egocentric greed
prompting justice, inequity.
That he turns blind eyes
to the sufferings of others
unable of compassion as he
steals their earthly blessings.
That he imperturbably drains
natural resources to his gain
careless of consequences
apathetic towards environment.
That in the name of telluric power
he does not hesitate to drop
bombs and fire guns
on discriminated innocents.
Watches his fellow beings die rejoices
for the success of his missions,
Yet I know, that for each
malicious creature there is one.
That preaches good and acts
accordingly, finding strength
in the marvel that is
his own existence.
That appals before ignorance
repels individualism
conceives humanity as one race
believes and strives for equality.
That sees the struggles the tragedy
of the less fortunate born
on lands of war sickness and poverty
lending a hand of empathy.
That cares for his surroundings
cherishing the boons granted
to all living creatures
endeavouring to protect, his world.
That is dismayed by injustice
abhors violence and abuse
engages courage to protest
incessantly crying out, for peace.
Delights gifting strangers smiles
tender looks of presence whispering
brotherly, You are not alone.
A kind word, a loving deed, a revolution.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
The hidden rite
The labradorite scaled skin glistens
Full of cyan as well as cyanide
Fantastic fish it finds the stream
In the crease of the cliff to hide.
On one hand it meets the core
Of nature. It is telluric till the end
The labradorite kisses the lore
On the other hand, a legend.
The slippery fish follows, swerving
The selfish body of water
Displaced, it becomes sensual
Yet it’s just a fish as usual.
November 12, 2016
Lyon
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 4:29 AM UTC
Sartori-Falcon and Hathor
eternally dreaming
in clear mountain air ,
employ Lotus Flower
and Key of Life
in service of the Pneuma .
☆
KA. BA. AKH. RA.
All lives , translucent
films in space .
Like a waterfall
of magical numbers
and codes of the ancients .
☆
Then , initiation to the
realm of the senses ,
through a rich fabric
of symbols , sound and light .
☆
While souls of the
bright star children
cross the galaxies
to their new green home .
☆
Blending their true selves
with the energy of animal spirits ,
they dance cosmic
telluric currents and solar winds .
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 7:48 AM UTC