The Seduction Arcade

I wrote this poem last year… and at present, I am away from my love on an extended project, and I really miss her touch, smell, closeness… Nothing can beat the touch, caress and closeness of a loved one. Skype and Facetime cannot compete. Miss you my love ..

welcome back my friends to the show that never ends

the curve of your neck

the sound of your name

the arch of your back

and hints of flesh



the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade



the red of your heartbeat

the smell of the sheets

imprints in the bed

footprints in the sand



the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade



whispers in the air

the touch of your tongue

the heat of your skin

silk in your hair



the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade



water on your skin

lace across your body

leather and feathers

the textures arouse



the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade



the colours of lust

the setting sun

the eclipse of your heart

and tears on your cheeks



the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade



the rise of your breasts

the mist of your breath

like mist on the moors

it doesn’t have to make sense

still you turn me on



the beat of your heart, continues the seduction arcade

© 2016 michael d emmerich

Engage to Change

no retreat

always engage

if not

what’s the point?



we all change the world

everyday

you must choose

construct or destruct



reject isolationism

embrace the world

engage if not change

all grains of sand have value



do right to them

while hanging in the balance

of the reality of life

when you turn and look back

what do you see?



what good am I

if I retreat from reality

ignoring your pain

turning my back while you die



what qualities do we espouse?

most of the time

some of the time

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Mastering Self

masters, wise men, fools

what's the difference?

who makes the rules?

coz' they get broken eventually

that's their appeal



masters, be at war or peace

like life

they build up and break down

leaving life or death

in their wake



got nothing to live up to

even when they fail

 is paradise in hell

has heaven been on earth?



time will tell

has it been worth it

what is your life worth?

resist dismiss

this constant struggle



an eternal youthful mind

constantly engaging

positively life affirming

existence is what

is at stake

© 2017 michael d emmerich

The Last Word

poets writers journalists

standing back

pens poised

prophesy awaits



philosophize with your pens

write it all

unabashed

always the last word



the might of graphite

bleeding gray

stronger than steel

but oh so fragile



poets down there

write nothing at all

just stand backs to the wall

waiting for words to tumble



pens and swords

a clash of unequal minds

both carry lead

of a different weight

although one is ….

eternal

© 2017 michael d emmerich