Newly met Learning yet Thunder rumbles Lightening strikes Nerve endings raw Pouring down wild and wet Getting ready getting set Unexpected newly directed Thoroughly affected Passion takes hold unrestrained Nothing about this can be tamed Mind pictures set the flames Until the lust peaks and wanes
Author: Mary
I write as both Mary Bray and under the pseudonym of Samantha Beardon.
Lay your head
Lay your head on my heart Feel the beats stop and start Our mind pictures blending the feelings we are tending feel the warmth of my skin it must be win win Reach out to me Feel the beats stop and start describe your feelings in this time we are stealing a time free to… Continue reading Lay your head
Poetic Voice
Poetic voice. Poetic voice is something that I am thinking about at the moment and I would love to get others views. Here’s a piece setting out some nuts and bolts about poetic voice that you may agree or disagree with do tell me. I am also struggling with some questions that I would love… Continue reading Poetic Voice
Sharing Time
Sharing time with you Makes me happy Respite from reality A secret space Touch and embrace Feelings of vitality Wrap close around me Like tendrils of morning mist Clinging, hard to resist Sharing time with you… Continue reading Sharing Time
Time
Night turns too quickly to early morn As I follow the spark of an idea And the tick of the clock fails to warn The fall of the second hand, seems to scorn As I write oblivious to reason Night turns too quickly to early morn I am driven to create ideas unborn To be… Continue reading Time
Ticking Clock
Late nights turn quickly to early morning As I recognise the spark of an idea Whilst the ticking clock issues no warning Space between the second hand is falling Recognising potential could be the reason Late nights turn quickly to early morning I will have recognised a new dawning of ideas, to be… Continue reading Ticking Clock
Day Twenty-Three – NanoPoblano – Poem/Poetry – “Primal Progress” by David Ellis (A Double Elevensie Poem)
Originally posted on toofulltowrite (I've started so I'll finish):
Hey there all of you Ginger Rogers’s and Fred Astaires, let’s dance! It’s Day Twenty-Three of NanoPoblano AKA National Blog Posting Month (but with a cadre of peeps going by the moniker of as Cheer Peppers) and I’m back with another slice of poetry pandemonium.…
Fire a Terza Rima
You are creator, destroyer, transformer Which will you be, as you play your guitar I wanted love to be your reformer You spark and sizzle your essence aflare You consume, it’s your way of persistance Your music, just one way, to lay souls bare You are a blaze, shown with consistence To consume all the… Continue reading Fire a Terza Rima
Control
Playing, positive, pleasure, Words, wistful, wonder, Games, graceful, gratification, Modish, match, mastermind, Male, mission,mesmerise, Beware, bewitch, brazen, Flirt, forsee, future, Danger, dalliance,dependence, Raise, rules, rocking, Prey, prophetic, paralysis, Hedonistic,hope, hunger, Ego, extra, extended, Reason, rationalise, stay in control.
What is the game?
You need to look carefully judge the right moment dally for a second you could lose line of sight the numbers are quite crucial to help you move along if you fail to hit them the game will go quite wrong wings the size of Icarus are not the secret of success you need small… Continue reading What is the game?
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 