Angel of the air and lunar light with blazing florescent wings

"Real Love"

 Real Love

One of these lives, we'll make of it a song

A love that's real and lives a whole life long

No more, the ragged remnants, paltry pleased

But, loving's revel real and living eased

Starbursts upon horizon come to grace

Loving as a state and not a race

No more the loving tears into your milk

No more the paltry peasant and its ilk

A wave of loving coming to the fore

That lasts a lifetime long and something more

Vast horizons that await the coming of the dawn

Transformation of the love and all the shipwrecks gone

I'm feeling much better today.  ;~j  It's been a good day, so far, and there are so very few.  I just keep wanting to add to this one for some reason.

"Colours of the sun"

 Colours of the sun

So bright it blinds the vision

Left, only indecision

The colours never seen

The truth is never gleaned

As colours glow about her

Her blaze becomes a detour

Her blaze that so diminishes the sun

As winsome ways of mind become undone

A whisper in your head says revel now

Spread your arms out wide and take a bow

Responsibly, the signs are on the rise

You welcome back the world with brief surprise

Well, that was fun.  I can't say I'm that fond of it, though.  So, I tried, again.

The colours of the sun are never seen

Beneath the brightness, colours unforeseen

But brighter, still, the wonder that is She

Her colours masked beneath calliope

The guise becomes Her brightness as She sings

Of sacrificial altar and of kings

More colours than a rainbow radiates

More threads than in the tapestry of fates

I give up.  I just really liked the title alot.  It suits what I would like to say today as I sought something new to say.

"Intrusions end"

 Intrusions end

Don't worry my dear

I won't be there

As you take to the stage, once more

Your revel is clear

I'd hate to stare

As you open your heart to the score

Intrusions are ending

But, rhoems are wending

To make of this life what I may

No certainty here

That the ether is clear

But, still, I have something to say

I won't bother your stride

As I take to the ride

In the only way left

 Without feeling bereft

'Tis just as it's been in the past

My existence remaining a fast

Something I never have sought

But the will on its own as it fought

Through the willanuck ways that are taught

Excuse me if rhoems are wrought

For you

I feel pretty certain they will continue.  Sigh.

"Sooth"

Sooth

Along your neck the whispers run

Down your body, revel's spun

Seeking places, just for fun

That never saw the light of sun

Tremours trill and bodies brace

Sensing sooth in trembling trace

All along the body's length

Gaining more transcendent strength

Showers come to those who wait

In raindrops filling loving trait

The drums beat on

As comes new dawn

The beat of the drum becomes clarion call

The voice of  body blows, come one and all

You shiver delight as the drumming beats crest

Transforming the sound into one I love best

Whoa!  Maybe okay?

Still not feeing very adept.  Not much practice in this life.  I had other concerns.  Like making it work in a human way.  At least, I can sense it now.  

I think I overuse the word, revel, but I really like it.

Maybe this is the big difference in the changes in me.  Maybe all of that catholicked puritan brainwashing was finally purged.  That was probably the deepest, most harmful paradigms of nonsense I encountered.  Whether you live by them or rebel against them, they cause damage.  The only way is to get past them.

    Ahhh, but it doesn't change a thing.   I am trying to put the cart before the horse, which makes me uncomfortable and feels dishonest.  I tried writing in this form a couple of times before and I felt the same.  I just couldn't pin it down until now.  I don't think I'll try, again.  It hurts way too much.

"Seabreeze"

Seabreeze

Caverns lead down to the rivers and sea

Delights so immense with the textures of thee

The skin and its fragrance, delights to explore

The wonders of life and the one I adore

The passions are quenched as the moment arrives

Spinal cord lit as the loving sparks thrive

Passions and languor appear as if one

In wave upon wave that will never be done

The bracing that comes, like the scent of sea breeze

Comes in tsunami of loving degrees

Exploring the caverns of passions among

The rivers of wildness with tensions unstrung

When loving is coming, we sing to the beat

The senses array as the love is complete

The myriad senses give heart no retreat

Conclusions arrive that in love, no defeat

Yes, of course, the birthday poems will continue.  They will not align your birthday at all, though.  You choose.  I can't say it is easy to create these and maintain my balance but, maybe, I'm maturing ... or something.  They certainly won't pour out of me, under the circumstances.  

I hope you consider an Irish Wolfhound ... or two or three.

This is a new form.  I don't feel particularly adept.

"Do I miss you?"

 Do I miss you?

As the Earth would miss the sun

Or butterfly its wings

Like sea would miss its water

Or you would miss your rings

As the sky would miss the blue

And bee would miss its sting

I've missed you through and through

From that moment in the spring

When your golden voice did sing

And images did ring

The heart did spring

You always leave my heart amazed

"Bomb squad"

 Bomb Squad

Like a skittish colt on Sunday morning

Or, bomb squad just receiving warning

Blood that burns like lava flowing rock

A mind like cheapest jewelry out for hock

Is me in your presence

I don't know why but I really, really like this one.

"Whirlwind"

Whirlwind

In praise of a woman with wonderful eyes

Transforming expressions forever arise

The sweetest component, to ne'er realize

Her songs of the heart mesmerize

My celebration of her heart sustained in will and fire

The lifetimes will be many more, led by my heart's desire

To find new ways to celebrate the loving of that heart

And mesmerizing way she has from finish to the start

The whirlwind of emotions that cascade along her skin

It is my goal to circumvent the armour and the din

"Smooth"

 Smooth

Like soft summer showers that light up the skin

Like warm, gentle touch of the loving within

So smooth, like the wash of the sea on the sands 

Like jagged chain lightning ignites as it lands

Like two-twenty volts made of satin and lace

Like rockets exploding and gone without trace

The smoothness erupts and the shock comprehends

That loving will last as each heartbeat transcends

"Woman"

 Woman

The briskness of a winter morn

The warmth of summer breeze

First light of day as it is born

A sigh among the trees

For Woman

Daffodils in garden growing

Falling leaves of color

Lovely as a freshet Flowing

All of life is fuller

With Woman

The wind that sings from far above

The heart that moves us on

The engine of unending love

That brings about new dawn

You are woman

"Resplendence"

 Resplendence

Resplendent in a hurricane of lace

Bedecked in piles of elegance and grace

She walks upon the wind in her attire

To take the steps of life amidst the fire

The wonder of her wizardry, it seems

Is best displayed amongst transcendent dreams

"Sky "

 Sky**

I lay upon a carpet of green grass

Contemplating sky and clouds that pass

As shades of white and blue go through my mind

So like the clouds, I drift along and find

That, once again, my thoughts have turned to you

Obscuring all that falls within purview

Ever-present loving saturates

I ponder thoughts of passion and the fates

Upon the drifting clouds, so soft and fair

Drifts these thoughts of deepest loving care

Heart goes with the clouds upon their travels

As the worried thought of heart unravels

Wind picks up and sighs with thoughts of love

Heart returns with feelings far above

Sun begins to set upon the day

Night begins to fondle interplay

The shining moon reflects your sweet demure

Twinkling stars emerge as feelings stir

Night of summer breeze so slowly passed

Light of newborn day is coming fast

Sun arises with a heartfelt sigh

In radiance of shining clear blue sky

Filling, once again, with love that I

Give back unto the morning's open sky

w

By my own strictures, I shouldn't be posting this one.