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

In Memoriam

My father would have been 83 today, sadly he passed away 4 years ago (can’t believe it’s so long without him). I wrote this poem last year on his birthday, I still miss him, and have been thinking about him a lot of late. The loss of a parent who was dearly loved leaves a pain that always lingers. “My Fathers House” by Bruce Springsteen was playing as I wrote this eulogy last year.

fathers are refuge from the storms of life

when that safe port passes on

when the lighthouse fades

all that is left are the memories



memories never fade

they are never forgotten or passed over

they remain



memories shine through the mists of time

even when the lights fade and no one lives there

they remain constant, eternal not ethereal

these remain, never forgotten



what was once real is now no longer

the reminders of your love do not fade

they remain



through the years we walked different paths

they diverged and merged over the years

at the end they had become one

constant reminders of our togetherness



unconditional love learnt

remains

© 2016 michael d emmerich

Becoming Me

daily struggle of avoidance

under the radar over the hedge

silence, solitude



disappearing into other worlds

whilst

mired in this one

fast approaching fears

decisions pending



conscience or crowd

object or be subjected

fight or flight

kill, heal, pray



dream within a dream

hoping it never ends

but oh to soon

boys become men



awake, breathing, still dreaming

failing

dreaming of a hope once virtuous 

now lost



seeking, searching

always asking

but why?

why me?


ah yes

becoming me

never ends

why should it?

© 2017 michael d emmerich

The Versatile Blogger Award – Nominations

I had the honour of being nominated by MrAnonymous, for the above award. More about him and his unique blog in his own words:

Stop by, and we hope you’ll become apart of the Project: Heard family. You are the voice, we are the platform. 

TheMrAnonymous

Rules of the Versatile Blogger Award:

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and share their link.

2. Nominate at least 10 bloggers for the award and provide links to their blogs. Also, inform them about the nomination.

 3. Reveal 7 facts about yourself that your readers may not know.

Seven Facts About Me

  • I love my cats
  • Travel way to much and spend to much time away from home
  • Enjoy the outdoors – Running and MTB
  • Live on the most exciting continent – Africa
  • Addicted to EMS ♥♥
  • Chocoholic 🙂 … say no more
  • Enjoy Bourbon and Cigars

There we go … some useful (or useless) trivia about me 🙂

My 10 Nominations  – In no particular order – far be it for me to be accused of favouritism 🙂

They are a strange mix of poetry, books, music and writing sites .. a unique eclectic mix, I encourage you to pop in and visit them. They give me many happy hours of distraction.

See you in the blogsphere, next time,
Regards mikesnexus (aka – ME)

Closer

closer to edge

everyday now

any day now

it draws nigh



into the void

how far

how high

dare we go beyond

the realm



dare to dream

possibilities exist

its there

within our grasp



closer and closer every day …

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Our Mortal Coil

this life

this mortal coil

to be or to live

shedding this toil

just how long is the life

we choose to live

close your eyes and dream

if you dare



gaze through the window

what looks back

in the stain-glass

an image

a reflection

or

nothingness



look beyond the window

into the distance

at our own possibilities

over the horizon

beyond the veil

a probable future

awaits
........

tear that veil

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Ode to My Beloved

you lift me up

and set me down

with you

life is rich

without you

its not life



this life

an another

can we expect more

stars are raining down

as your hair

brushes the sky



close your eyes

and dream

if you dare

this life

and then the next.

into the sunset

© 2017 michael d emmerich