Things that make you go Mmm by stormsally, literature
Literature
Things that make you go Mmm
Things that make you go Mmmm...
For all of us these things are different,
For some of us the same,
If you ever tell me what you like,
I promise not to use your name.
Clean, cool sheets after a shower
The feeling you get from a flower
A warm fleece robe in December
The first young kiss you remember
The feel of warm mud on your feet
Sitting in your first cars drivers seat
Hearing your mate say I love you
Finding the Father above you.
Watching the sunset to the west
Feeding your child at your breast
Watching your child graduate
That hot fudge sundea you ate.
These things all ellicit emotion
Some shallow, some as de
Flesh of my Flesh
Flesh of my flesh I have always loved you.
Before I knew you, you were my joy.
Before you drew your first breath
I had dreams of you now.
Good dreams, images, hopes.
In the days before anger, you knew me.
I mattered, you cared for me.
What happened, Flesh of my flesh?
Now like a severed limb, I can feel you
but you're not really there.
From my wisdom I sought to heal you,
but you rejected my ministrations.
Yet like a soldier in battle,
you return to me wounded, time after time.
Am I supposed to let you bleed?
I so wanted things to be different.
You are like me...dont you see?
You come to me brok
The Dark Forever-A Thank You by stormsally, literature
Literature
The Dark Forever-A Thank You
I launched some words into the universe
that lives at the end of "submit"
Like a question that is asked rhetorical
Answer expected? Not one bit.
But out of the dark forever
Came an answer, affirmation, in so many words
Out there in the dark forever
Someone heard.
Thanks for the honor of Daily Poem
You have no idea how thrilled I am.
As a new Deviant you have made me feel like I belong!
Thank you.
Somewhere in the distance,in the cold, gray dawn,
A whistle illicites a collective yawn.
Slowly, and with growing din,the machinery hums to life,
The men begin the same day they live,
for most the rest of their life.
Presses and ratchets,wrenches and hones,
The beast is assembled by thousands of drones.
From its humble conception to its first, fierce roar,
they measure its gap,check its bore.
Precision to the thousandths, blood, sweat and pain,
When the dust settles,the beast remains.
A thing of beauty,of power and might,
This awesome machine Is a wonderous sight.
They put in the key,turn it all the way back,
And it rumbles
Weaver of Dreams-A Prelude to by stormsally, literature
Literature
Weaver of Dreams-A Prelude to
Weaver of Dreams-A Prelude to dying
He's a weaver of dreams,
a seller of lies.
With his promises
he gives me life.
But with every breath
part of me dies.
His words,walk past my defenses,
dressed up like hope
His touch fools my willing senses,
Did he have a rope?
I listen to his words,
gratefully accept his touch.
Lulled into love, mired in passion
I didnt see the noose he fashioned.
Words of devotion,
make my heart sing.
"I love you" takes my breath away
Or was it some other thing?
I didnt see it coming, I wasnt prepared
I hang dying, still believing.
As he whispers "I love you"
"I always cared"
As I take my las
For Joan-Mari
Life a gentle mist
swirling the days of our lives
subjected to the winds
of folly and fate
In the mist all is touched
pervasive and personal
overlapping the mists
of the next and next
It goes unnoticed
at times and then others
it winds in, sharing
of itself to ourself
Then the mist clears
is gone without herald
the absence is noticed,greived
of, all and one
The mist leaves
in its wake a ray of sunshine
the lasting warmth, and name
Mari