The Seduction Arcade

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

Writing Your Future

imagine if you will

that your life lies before you

your future beckons

calling you from the future

the authors pen is poised

the story must be written

stories come to life

the pen starts to trace its path

the paper is clear and uncharted

the writer is yet to discover the number of pages

or how much ink is required

JUST BELIEVE



the journey must begin

the pen starts its journey

scratching out a path

the pages fill up with ink, smudges, corrections

some chapters are rewritten

the story must be told

it is a relentless plot

twisting and turning across uncharted pages

JUST  BELIEVE



you are both writer and chief protagonist

you are the master of both its content

.... and it's ending

STILL BELIEVING

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

Climbing Out of Your Family Tree

The apple falls
how far does it fall
where does it land?
what does it do when it lands?

Can you climb back up?
or do you want to climb a new tree?
did you fall with planned intent
as far away as possible?

Are you planning on taking root
where you fell
to grow a new tree?

although you better be careful not to take root
near a snake pit or apple orchard

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

Sounds of Separation

the sounds of separation reverberate

across the valleys and the vales,

to some they are sounds that integrate

to others, they lower the veil



Oh to have the adhan chanted in the same tower

from which the bells toll daily

instead the sounds that ring out, rip the air apart

their ringing reaffirms our separation



slave bell, unity bell, prayer bell, it tolls regardless

the tolling of the bell that divides

the minaret, mosque, synagogue and cathedral

shout out and chant; a call for unity, that divides



the bells toll for those who are near

to hear the sounds of separation.

the division bell continues to ring out

oh for the sounds of peaceful silence

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

The Fading of the Day

Inspired by the song On the Turning Away by Pink Floyd; I paused to write this poem

Light is changing to shadow

And casting it’s shroud

as the day fades to gray

and then shifts from gray to dark

before we long for the promise of a new day

we need to cling to the dark



even when it is dark, it's not dark yet

as it is always darkest, just before the dawn

as a new day beckons with promise, on the morn



the shadow shroud enfolds the world in gray

and teases with a promise, as the gray flickers to dark

with the dark is a promise of a new day

when the morning slivers slice back the dark



that sense of expectation, that it is never dark

there is always a new beginning

no matter how dark yesterday felt

today can be the brightest day yet

as we continually move through the cycle of life

light dark light dark …. light

© 2015 Michael D Emmerich

The Sonnet of Silent Conversations

I’m there, you’re there

We are silent in each others presence

A comment made to my wife, Tania, when we were sitting on the sofa at home each engaged in our own thoughts/activities, but still at one; it inspired me to pen the following poem.

the beautiful silence between lovers

the solace in the silence

where words are not needed to uncover 

the hidden messages of compliance



the beauty of the silent bonds

that tie two stars into the same orbit

an orbit that does not require one to respond

other than in a soft touch or knowing look

as a means of expressing ones love



intimate hushed companionship, as such

reinforces the strength of silent conversation

the intimacy of conversing by touch

heightens the silent smiles and wink of flirtation

unity in our silent separateness leads to stronger ties that bind

© 2015 Michael D Emmerich

The Red Light Train

rain falling, mist rising, darkness beckons.

I clamber out of bed to join the red light train

bare feet on a cold concrete floor

soon shod feet on a metal pedal

as you push down, to join the red light train



cresting the dark hill the train stretches out before you

you latch onto the back 

sometimes with care other times with annoyance

so begins your day, for most, so begins everyday



the train has life and pace of its own

each day is a new train, always dynamic, ever-changing

it moves at its own unique pace

like a slinky, up and over the rolling hills

expanding and contracting 

moving at the pace of the slowest
 


Like life...

the train does not encourage one to look beyond the red lights

getting on and off causes frustration, 

it takes time, patience and determination

once you commit, you're hooked

that's why it's refreshing

to not ride the train everyday



Like life.....

one needs change, new challenges, new trains

a chance to ride the rails alone, breaking new ground

create your own red light train

trail-blaze your own path

create new uncharted rails

be your own red light train

driving into a new sunrise

 

© 2015 Michael D Emmerich

A Sonnet of Requited Passion

Trying my hand at writing a sonnet… lets see how it goes (my first sonnet) inspired by and dedicated to my wife 🙂

Oh the journey of danger

Begins with the form,

Of one who is not a stranger

But rather with a burning storm


Passions unleashed by ones love

As the dangerous flowing curves

Of her female form are void

Of all clothing and other womanly reserves


Laid bare to the silhoutte

Of the fading streaming golden sunlight,

As the two-tone colours on an artists palette

Raising raging desires to a height


All these passions can only be sated

Once heightened passions have abated

 

© 2015 Michael D Emmerich

What’s Louder Than Words?

the crack of a rifle firing
in the forest or field of war
wailing siren of a rushing
an approaching ambulance
cutting through the black night

continuous wailing of a house alarm
shattering the darkened silence
hard rain falling on a tin roof
interrupted by the crash of thunder

Thoughts, visions, images
screaming louder than words

wind whistling through the lush pine trees on a mountain slope
gentle sound of a purring cat
nuzzling against ones neck
grating sound of a key in lock
as a loved one comes home

thoughts, visions, images
whispering to ones soul

silence... the sound of silence
haunting, reassuring, affirming, alarming, hypnotic

thoughts, visions, images
evoking pictures of silence

be silent, listen to your heartbeat
and just be
SILENCE
sometimes the loudest words
are the ones never spoken

 

© 2015 Michael D Emmerich