our skin mine, yours becomes …… my second skin that smell exquisite taste lingers on still it surrounds me oh to touch my beloved and slip into that skin it fits like a glove
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Poetry
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 🙂
- The Immortal Jukebox
- Sara in LaLaLand
- The Darkest Fairytale
- Darkness of His Dreams
- Serendipity and Soliloquy
- Puppy Doc
- redheadedbooklover
- Words From A Little Person
- Heartstring Eulogies
- The Naga
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)
Never Ending
day dons nights cloak becomes the turncoat unfurling across the land advancing relentlessly without end devouring all within its dark maw victory is short lived light returns ... but for how long
© 2017 michael d emmerich
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
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