Folding
Your poet kisses
long, full lung whispers
warmest of wondrous
unimagined wishes
To You:
Operetta Cantor
cello violin string vocal violas
stroking
listing longing
lambent limbs
crave calling
Fold, enfolding sheets
satin, stained staff line we
wrap toss tumble silken
slow cadence graceful
we magnificent maneuvering
joyful jump jockey jostling
horizontal equestrians riding
reach this compromise
ideal crescending paradise
we
tension hold hug share gasp thrashing
release incendiary
furious to fuming
warm shudders and stutters
delicate caressing shoulders
back of neck kitten kiss bites
salivate soothing
this same pillow
your hair strokes vicuna
your voice resonant
ripple pulse breathing
immaculate embrace drifting...
off...
more strokes...
more waves...
wash bodies cupping
sculpted coupling
warm breath splashes
wave craves...
...mmm...
dreaming...
...your breathing...
narcotic rhythm
spectacular
sensuous serene soothing
clasp arms cradle, enfold
loins brushing kitten smitten
magnificent tension softest biting
white pristine warms indigo
infernal
cadence cooling:
into upon one another
we are coda
we are folding
bold fold
utlrasonic speaking
We; the contour of cantor
we collapsing -
Randy Resh 2007
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So
... and so I do love you so
limp-eyelid folding I
your hair stroking
violin lambs wool halo
duet yearning yawn
dawn this soon for suck
succumbing cumming
we
delicious daylight devouring
strings part pulling
fluid bodies we
string vibrant aureate
playing parts
our parts parting
strings attached stroking
violet viola visceral memory
copyright Randy Resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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A Satin Sheet and Pleatings
The satin sheets allowed us to use for sails
the billowy white pillow cases
where on your hair splayed
as if blown there by the wind;
I took my long breath amazed
at the sight
while being the oarsman stroking my oar
sailing your body sleek
and you my propeller moving me
we both breathing
both contributing to the gathering water spout;
where thrashing waves explode beneath;
where crests and troughs
meet
where finally all oxygen is inhaled.
Tremendous expirations
blow-an indoor summer breeze-
until there is beneath us
only the glassy, calm sea
on our satin sheets
pleated and unpleated
marking our love-making there.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Strange Eels' Orchid
This indigo night
wildest orchids
Strange twisting eels
we becumming
aquamarine
moonlit burgundy
we twist swim be
'tween such twins
we braid bathe conducting
this terrific beloved
spice breath pulse
thunders beating
we grasp gasp
slick electricity
fumble tumble
lost long searching
explore plunge spin entangling
depths of breath
thunder pulse wonder
we exchanging
we are sharing
we are melding
the current our pulsings
prayer beads muffle
seep sweetest of sweat
unashamedly so the lovely
electro magnetic
magnificent magentic
explode rapture
dissolve
We are swimming
Airborne mine Love
heavens below
crying mortals wallow
fantastic flow for follow
Randy Resh 2011
poem by Randy Resh
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The French Maid
She is cleaning again
feather duster in hand
Uniform tuxedo
fanning flourish feminine
She wears fishnets black
lacing satin spic 'n span
Skirting sleek stilettos
with delicate depurate diadem
She dusts lust for fuchsian
florid fine and flourishin’
Disinfecting drains unclogging
impeccable spotless sanitary she
We clean the floors doors walls
with window crevices uncovering
Reach revealing mirror ceiling
pristine sheen for floor board squeaking
She has me knees and hand solution
wash white knuckle squirting
Sweat succumb from such scrubbing
recovers numb of our rage reaching
Spot scrub smudge fastidious sponging
mine meticulous love
Immaculate spectaculate
cleaning lady consummate cathartic
Rigorous grinding intent for finishing
swipe smudge smear clear her
Surface sheen pristine polish shining
glimmer glisten glittering gleam
We are Mister and Misses Clean!
Lover's sanitation fresh
supernatural sparkling breath
I wipe her back neck perfect precious
mine lips her hips' lips
throat heart stomach
Mon chambermaid cheri she
magnificent as such mess undress
Arriving mirth meticulous Frenching
made of our own making
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poem by Randy Resh
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Daisies
I have daisies
for Misses Murphy
soft tender sheets
finest felt flannel
the meadow stains white
white dusking contour
white the colour
our silhouette shadowed
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poem by Randy Resh
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Jewels
I have small jewels for you
twinkling daylight sight
magnificent retention
spectacular for you
as wide and wondrous
you are
save my glass
spread smile for
private
I so you adore
in our glitter
diadem daylight
cherish green gradation
sheen with shadow I
inhale your breath
kissing simple
sipping shadow
moonlight flick for
candle throes your shows
ffffffmmmm... fantastic
So I have small jewels for you
They hold sincerest
spectacular treasures,
adoration peculiar particular
Long for such being as you
mine love, amazement wonder
Precious Blooming Beloved
My jewels our jewels some day
shall bloom
they are roses,
daisies cum blooming soon
I Daisies, inhale your pollen for wonder
soothing you daises
delight for discover
You never cease to amaze me
diamond facets for craving, crazing
Still you are Karen,
mine Muse precious peering
and you are Karen
between lines scholar sharing
you are steering
And I adore you
mine intimate original jewel
my letters your necklace breadth of
of depth
mine letters necklace breadth
drip depth
copyright R. Resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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Immortalize
So how shall we immortalize?
I ask her with this face
School-boy gleam giddy
Talent, potential
augmented with
her very own, “perhaps”
dangles for follow
Text
draw or paint for sculpting?
intimate as evasive I
literate searching
tug tension tearing
tension indecisive
lends word for earing:
She the Master ever in training
(dare I steal her word for ask?)
“Let us keep this moment for last,
suspending perhaps... “
copyright Randy Resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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Indian woman’s blush
She craves being with him
And when she is with him
She feels a kind of tension
To get rid of the situation
Like the tension of an arrow
Being about to go
From the string of the bow.
21.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Breathing
So I write her a poem
like her
myth magical
it's
very own lines write
between
tacit sight texture tactile
intangibles
we
meet
imagination
blowing breathing beat
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poem by Randy Resh
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Cello
There was music
around her;
notes playing
in the silver air;
she exhales
close to my
upturned face.
Her shape,
a fine
brown cello,
her low voice
singing
each word-note
coming
in a whispering moan.
My bow string
draws out her chords
harmonizing,
flowing into to me.
siren-like.
Arpeggio
hair braids
trail away;
clef note eyes
glow
with the white heat
which rises
in the sparkle dust
of her melodies singing.
She bends toward me
cascading,
double breasted
notes;
her arms
flower petals
unfolding from side to side;
mouth parting slightly
breathing warm air.
She sang
to my soul,
cello style.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Elegy
You are my living
elegy
Breathing beating beasting feasting
incantation bleeding
sound boiling to
heat becoming
LIGHT
you are my living beauty
you
yes, you
burst begetting brilliance
scintillant substance of quintessence
fetting my
realized actualized
unconscious
eidolON
Angel of the lord washing the dirt
from sun-burnt
FACE
We
we Are
living this
being this
beauteous elegy
fruitious monument of merriment
magnificent Magical melody
copyright Randy Resh 2000
poem by Randy Resh
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A Swirling Breeze
A single breath here
billowing out lazily
to meet yours
in the in between;
prelude to a kiss
the breaths meet before our lips
the dance before the kiss
the double breath
now double warm
fresh from our lungs;
meet and swirl
each around the other
as our moist mouths quiver.
But then the slow inhale and these mixed two
are drawn back to their origins
and down lung-ward
they twirl dancing their lung dances.
But before that warm storm
can settle in mouth and lung
warm lips
ignite
an even larger tempest
and now two breaths;
sealed mouth
sealed kiss
make a lungful maelstrom
deep within
and goes to my center
where the explosion there
buckles my knees.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Milton
I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold
How the voluminous billows roll and run,
Upheaving and subsiding, while the sun
Shines through their sheeted emerald far unrolled,
And the ninth wave, slow gathering fold by fold
All its loose-flowing garments into one,
Plunges upon the shore, and floods the dun
Pale reach of sands, and changes them to gold.
So in majestic cadence rise and fall
The mighty undulations of thy song,
O sightless bard, England's Mæonides!
And ever and anon, high over all
Uplifted, a ninth wave superb and strong,
Floods all the soul with its melodious seas.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Menno Krant's Cat
Mister Menno is playing
With a polydactyl cat
They both the rarest of breeds
Are do such without trying
Possessing unique dexterity
Demarking originality
God broke their elegant mold
There are no copies
She is at his easel impromptu
Chasing oily slippery cherry
Furtive follow for their forage
Flowing frantic feather frenzy
As his paint brushes
She brushes
Lunges violent
Leaping luscious
There is grace
Bewildering beauty
Prolific peculiar proclivities
Affinity between
Their very own and mutual
Pristine primeval sensibilities
They are purring perfect
Magnificent exquisite
Dancer-Painter symbiosity
They sweep stride brush bold beholding
Yet they are oblivious mutations enraptured
Supernatural organic process
Muted in their understandings less stated
Incomparable magnificent mutual organics
Original exclusive castings
copyright Randy Resh 2008
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The Man Under the Bed
The man under the bed
The man who has been there for years waiting
The man who waits for my floating bare foot
The man who is silent as dustballs riding the darkness
The man whose breath is the breathing of small white butterflies
The man whose breathing I hear when I pick up the phone
The man in the mirror whose breath blackens silver
The boneman in closets who rattles the mothballs
The man at the end of the end of the line
I met him tonight I always meet him
He stands in the amber air of a bar
When the shrimp curl like beckoning fingers
& ride through the air on their toothpick skewers
When the ice cracks & I am about to fall through
he arranges his face around its hollows
he opens his pupilless eyes at me
For years he has waited to drag me down
& now he tells me
he has only waited to take me home
We waltz through the street like death & the maiden
We float through the wall of the wall of my room
If he's my dream he will fold back into my body
His breath writes letters of mist on the glass of my cheeks
I wrap myself around him like the darkness
I breathe into his mouth
& make him real
poem by Erica Jong
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Honey Brown Locks
HONEY BROWN HAIR
Honey dew, rays of sunshine fall upon
the silk of your shiny hair,
gently illuminating it in all
its radiant glory,
Woken up by nature`s rays, the warm
water cascades, washes tangles away so creams
and lotions beautify the flowing mass
of sensuous, surging waves
that I soon run my fingers through as I
blow dry, with you sitting on my lap,
Soon we lie on red satin sheets
And I whisper 'I love you'
As I thread a pink rose
Through those curls and waves.
So soon, gently kissing your curvaceous cheeks, lips, neck,
then I brush your hair lovingly, luxuriously,
in slow motion as we move to the jacuzzi
- a mirror above us........
If you would like your own personalized poem about your hair, please describe your hair to me, or if you would like this dream to come true and are ready for a loving, serious relationship, please let me know at [email protected]
poem by Richard Muirhead
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Drawing Down The Stairs
She is not the same character
insane voice of noxious narrator
vituperative, virulent, vicious
vehemence vexing vitreous
She is not the same stranger
bouncing
down
the
stairs
far too the more beautiful,
it is far too the more cruel
this aching image
as ever my eye loves her
aching 'nihilating
dilating
doe-fully dread
long dread
longing her
my stomach
drops
knee
pops
sleep wallows woefully dead
By the breath I dr-awe
belieing breath
I long to draw
confusing 'flicting
rippling crippling
continuous contour of her
So with perilous 'nicious urge to purge
such pointedly pointless plight
and with accursed cursive cure to dread
I finish an old love poem instead
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poem by Randy Resh
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Appetites
And we so fever famished
baited breath
salivating
infectious inflectious delicacies
intonation modulation
appetites invoking
she is his for filling
swilling
fine drink
sumptuous ravishing
She drips olives calamari
Barolo wine
Stilton
Our parched palates
tongue
stoke smoked salmon spawning
loins rare sirloin
tartar oyster tang
we anticipate
such orgy
magnificent gorge
delirious feasting
our communion consuming
copyright Randy. Resh 2008
'The Dinner Jacket Magazine' 2009
poem by Randy Resh
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I Love You
I love your lips when they're wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold calm kiss
Of a virgin's bloodless love;
Not for me the saint's white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world's blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.
So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we'll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Making Love
Faces face
Fingers lace
Pulses race
Arms embrace
Breathing heavy
Bodies meet
Kisses tender
Love sweet
Warm words
Soft sighs
Careful caresses
Quiet cries
One wooing
One willing
Both needing
Both giving
Tongues mingle
Desires tingle
Passion ignited
Fire kindled
Ecstasy attained
Hearts tremble
Peak reached
Pleasure mutual
Senses satiated
Souls consummated
Longing satisfied
Lovingly gratified
Peace remains
Tumult tamed
Lounging lazily
In passion’s wake
Faces upturned
Fingers lax
Pulses slowing
Skin glowing
Breathing gentled
Bodies grateful
Kisses careless
Love………………….endless
poem by Connie Crane
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