Engulfed and inflamed,
exciting and new.

Closer in proximity,
intimately I could see,
as you drew near to me.

A picnic in the grass,
feelings beyond & surpassed.

Longed and felt you near me,
now I feel a fear in me.

Overwhelmed by this fear,
not knowing when it appeared.

Feeling it creep upon my heart,
heavily laden to this day’s start.

Innocently you kissed me,
and held me so dear to you.

Now why is it today I feel to fear you?
Scared by love or someone knowing me at this proximity?

Always alone I was,
now how do I live with trust?

I will pray to let it go and give this time,
not to rewind or question my own mind.

Fears consume me now,
but I pray for them to leave me this day.

As fast as they arrived,
let them subside,
go away.

Let them pass away in the windy hollows of the trees,
which so gracefully we laid below and stared upon,
in this distant backdrop of unspoken thoughts.

Let the fears flee from us,
let me know in you I can trust.

My longing to know you and care for you
outweighs the overwhelming fears.
So stay with me my dear,
don’t let me push you away from me.

If in time we can see this through,
our lives will start anew.

Written September 16, 2010

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Fears of Proximity.

these sad blue eyes
long to see your face
these arms long to hold you
these lips long for your kiss

coming together, passion
our body heat rises
simmering sizzling erupting
in a flash, we are consumed

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Consumed.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at bomber girl.

1. person (you or someone in need of a smile)

1/2 cup of love from the heart.

2. heaping loads of Joy and gladness

1. pinch of care

2. cups of laughter

What to do:

Mix together The two cups of laughter with the heaps of joy and gladness. Stir constantly to make sure that the smile will be true and not a “pain cover-up.” Sprinkle in the pinch of care and add with it the 1/2 cup of love as you continue to stir. Gently pour in a cup made from only the finest happiness around. For extra effect, add a spoonful of hugs and kisses (if desired). Sip or have someone else sip the potion slowly. If the first cup is a little weak, take another dose.
Now you should have a smile on your face and a fresh start today. Take a dose of smile each day if you wish to feel this way forever.   

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The boy and then teleport him to the place of his choosing at much reduced size.

He used it at random, and found himself suddenly out in a lady’s backyard.

The 21 year old housewife soon detected his presence; and his way was barred.

She captured the boy, and went into her kitchen, and taunted the boy, with great mirth,

Announcing intentions to eat him for lunch. So he looked at her favourable girth.

She warmed up the oven, and placed him inside it, until he was warm, but not hot.

He wondered if he would remain in her thoughts, or become the meal she soon forgot.

She went to the table, with him on a plate, and sat down, with her huge threatening tongue

Preparing to act as a path to her throat and her stomach, where fate had now flung

His future. He looked at her opening mouth, as she lifted him into the air.

Now laughing, she soon placed him into her mouth; and she gobbled him down without care.

He settled himself in her stomach, enjoying the comforts of its inner wall,

Until, to his utter surprise, the device brought him home with its auto-recall,

Restoring his size. Then the boy was reluctant to go on a second shrink test.

He thought of the woman who’d willingly gulped him to somewhere quite close to her chest.

At twenty he went to a party and met her again. She had been through divorce,

But still enjoyed life, thinking she had consumed him forever, devoid of remorse.

She wasn’t aware, that the boy at this party had once been diminutive prey,

Which she had enjoyed, in the past, when he’d gone to her backyard, so tiny, that day.

She asked the boy out on a date, and he welcomed the chance to enjoy a nice kiss.

Then after three months, he proposed, and he knew that it would be most surely remiss

Of him, not to tell her how they’d met before. So he did, and enjoyed the riposte.

She said, “If you don’t wish to marry me now, then the love that we have will be lost.”

“I do,” said the boy, “So I wanted to tell you the truth of that day when I shrank.

You’ve made me so happy, since we started dating, that I can remember your prank,

With joy, since the mouth you made use of, to eat me, is now free to kiss me instead.”

So, once they’d prolonged their engagement, the boy and the love of his young life were wed.

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(for Amanda, who wanted to shrink and eat me. Sorry I can’t agree, but here’s your fantasy brought to life as is best possible).

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at YOUTH IS TASTED ON THE TONGUE.

And soon after his next birthday, her old mansion would be sold,

Since she died, and he would miss them both, as nine years changed the date.

He completed school, did two years work, and started college late.

(2)At the end of his first Uni year, he used semester break,

To get on his pushbike, ride ten miles, and use the street to take

Some new photographs of that old house, that stood in Memory Lane.

Then a lady pulled up in the drive, and Tom had to explain.

(3)So he told her how he’d visited his great aunt, and she’d died.

She invited him to take more pictures of the house inside.

They exchanged their names, and hers was Angel. She had long blond hair,

And she wore a dark blue dress, which caught his eyes and made him stare.

(4)Angel showed him in, and chatted, as the camera’s shutters moved

More than those beside the windows, and he noticed she approved

Of his dedicated efforts to preserve the life he’d known.

He used up his roll of film, while she was talking on the phone.

(5)He soon asked her if he could come back, when he had bought some more.

She took out an unused roll of film she’d kept in her desk drawer.

“You can have this as a gift, if you could stay for lunch as well,”

Angel told him, and he found himself enchanted by her spell.

(6)With her wedding ring to think of, he stayed focused on the shots

That he took of her interiors, while Angel warmed some pots.

She prepared a tasty pasta, which they ate, while she detailed

How she’d married, bought the house, and then her husband’s health had failed.

(7)For two years she’d been a widow, and the house was now a shrine,

And the memories of their lost loved ones would start to intertwine,

As a thirty year old widow, and a boy were growing fond

Of each other, with that mansion as a setting for a bond.

(8)He told stories of old visits there, and picnics on the lawn.

Then the sunlight shone upon her face, as Angel had to yawn.

She proposed that they might have the next day’s lunch out on the grass,

And he thought of Angel married, when those years had had to pass.

(9)Now they shared the common ground, specifically that block of land,

And the ghosts they knew that no-one else could ever understand.

He accepted her proposal, and soon bought a “Thank you” card,

And some chocolates, which he handed her, as they walked through her yard.

(10)They enjoyed the picnic lunch, and she invited him to stay,

For a chat up on the balcony, and let him lead the way.

She was thrilled by how he knew his way around each nook and cranny,

And he told her how he’d used the cellar once, to hide from Nanny.

(11)They walked out onto the balcony, and Tom said, “When I came,

I was glad to see the garden and the house looked just the same.

It feels just like fifteen years ago, on days when my great aunt

And I both looked out at every creeper vine and growing plant.”

(12)”Tom, you’re sweet to buy me chocolates,” Angel candidly responded,

“And it’s nice the way we’ve shared the stories of this house and bonded.

For the first time, I’ve met someone who has helped me break the seal,

Of the lonely widow syndrome, but I don’t know how you feel.”

(13)”I feel nice,” said Tom, “It’s special to be spending two days here.”

Angel thanked him and then asked, “But have I got the wrong idea?
What I mean, is: Do you like me, or do you just like this place?”

He had never had a girlfriend. Now this doll was giving chase.

(14)”Yes, I really like you, Angel. I’m just scared to mix my past

With a future that could hurt me, if your feelings might not last.”

Her mouth opened in surprise, and she said, “You’re the younger man.

But you’ve thought this out so deeply, since your visits here began.

(15)I have turned away proposals from each Dick, and every Harry,

But not every Tom, because you’re one, whom I would love to carry

Me across the threshold in the future, once we two have dated

For the next two years, until such time as you have graduated.”

(16)Tom said, “When I first met you, I was unnerved about one thing,

As I came to take the pictures, and I saw your wedding ring.

I still thought it would be wrong to interrupt your right to grieve.

With my photographs all taken, I decided I should leave.”

(17)”You don’t have to leave,” said Angel, “With your help, my grief has gone.

If you’d like to see some more of me, I’m ready to move on.”

“I sure would,” said Tom, “if I don’t disappoint you. Being new

To this dating thing, I guess you’ll have to teach me what to do.”

(18)Summer sun lit up the garden, but the balcony was shady,

As she smiled and moved towards him. “Have you ever kissed a lady?”

Angel asked. He said, “I’ve never had a girlfriend, so to speak. ”

Then she smiled, and put one hand behind his neck, and kissed his cheek.

(19)Then she placed her other arm around his back, and took the lead,

As she taught him every kissing move, until they both agreed,

That the time had come to move inside and use the couch instead.

They were both too clean in mind, to jump the gun, and use the bed.

(20)They sat on the couch, and felt the cushions underneath them dip,

And he ran each finger slowly over her soft lower lip.

They embraced, and felt their touching cheeks was unity assured,

As Tom realized this vacation would leave no time to be bored.

(21)She’d inherited a chain of fashion stores, that dealt in flowers

As a sideline to enhance the atmosphere in business hours.

As the owner, she could take time off, to coincide with his,

Angel told him, as she poured some lemonade that kept its fizz.

(22)With the daylight saving sunlight still to last for quite a while,

Angel’s bicycle and his went wheeling round, until a mile

Of her suburb had been covered, and he hazarded a guess

That her own department store supplied her flowery white long dress.

(23)”I designed this one myself,” she said, “with flowers in pale red.

They’re the same as those that grow around the mansion’s old back shed.

Then the “tailor made” department had it made in several days.

Will you let me read your college work: those stories, and the plays?”

(24)She was lost in everything he wrote; and used her drawing skill

To make illustrations for the novels he worked on, until

One book publisher, who’d previously turned his books away,

Had a change of heart, and knew that now the customers would pay.

(25)When his college course was finished, and he didn’t have to cram,

Putting dates with her on hold, the night before his last exam,

He rode out of university, a bachelor of study

Up to Angel’s suburb, skidding on some road that rain made muddy.

(26)He fell off the bike, and hit his head, and passed out on the road,

Where his girlfriend lived, while clouds above went into downpour mode.

Then eventually her car pulled up, when she came driving by,

And she thought that he was dead, and stroked his head, and had to cry.

(27)”Tom, I loved you more than even my old husband. It’s not fair,”

Angel wept, as he woke up, and felt her fingers on his hair.

“It’s alright. I skidded off the road, fell down, and then I must

Have collapsed, once I had hit my head, and ended up concussed.

(28)Roadside grass has saved me from a bruise. I’m glad you came and found

Me down here, and kept me safe, since there was no-one else around.”

She secured the car, and left it, and they walked the pushbike in,

And she bandaged his right hand with rolls of something soft and thin.

(29)Angel gently held his hands and said, “I thought I’d lost another,

And before we could get married.” Then she used her lips to smother

Him with countless lovely kisses. Tom said, “Does this really mean,

That you’re seriously willing to get married? I’m still keen.

(30)And in fact, that’s why I cycled up. I hope this isn’t rash.

Could you help me open this? My hands are clumsy from the crash.”

He took out a small container, and she lifted up the lid,

And she saw a wedding ring, and said, “Of course I’m still keen, kid.

(31)Now I guess it’s time to take this old ring off, and start anew.”

“You don’t need to take it off,” said Tom, “I’m sure there’s room for two,

Your first ring is on your right hand, as a memory and a token,

And this new one tells the world the sleeping widow has awoken.”

(32)”I can’t believe how sweet you are,” said Angel, “I’ll do what you’ve said,

Now I think you should lie down, since you just hurt your handsome head.

I’ll still stay and keep you company, and make some wedding plans.”

They discussed things, and her sports car soon drove westward, dragging cans.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at THE MANSION IN MEMORY LANE.

That still lives today on Christmas cards all packed up now? Is that so?

Would the lamps that light the pathways put a glow upon her face?

Are these images of fantasies all gone without a trace?

Is she staring from the window of a house, with fascination,

And now totally enthralled by crystal clear precipitation,

Lightly falling down, to make the grass a darker shade of green,

And still willing for the happiness she sought at sweet sixteen?

Is she smiling in the sunshine of the inner city skylines;-

Looking pretty as a photograph unsuited to the bylines

All contained inside newspapers circulating with great speed?

Is she reaching for the clouds, and hoping that she’ll soon be freed?

Could she be a long lost princess, well-concealed within the fog?

Is she now beyond her thirties, and yet free to kiss the frog,

Thus transforming him into the prince he’d never ceased to be;

And especially if that prince of hers is someone just like me?

Is she free of all commitments made before the time was right,

And now open to her destiny in silent streets one night,

To become that part of me, which I have yet to find for sure,

That soft part that fills the void, so there can be no need for more?

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at LADY FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE.

Dreams, Old Dreams, is a funny old man-
For you never, never can tell0
Which of his dreams, when the night time comes,
HE…..IS BRINGING TO YOU……TO SELL!

It may be a dream, of the “Hellava” time
When Herrman crossed the divide-
Then…durried home….tho no alone…..
For…..Joan….was by his side!

Or it may be a dream of a HAPPY day -
I think it comes in June-
When the Kissners get sick
At the “Big Picnic”……..
Then…..drive home…..under the moon!

Or it may be a dream, of the “Golden Days”-
With all the world in a WHIRL-
And you had bot, that “Hellava” watch-
That you gave…..to the wrong girl!

For all these dreams come drifting home-
When the wind down the river is fair-
You can see them roosting, all alone,
On the Damn Antenna, there!

And….SOMETIMES a dream oof an Unknown Lan,d,
Tho it is not so far-
Te home where we all have to go someday-
The “Land where the angels are”

For every person has his dream
Where ever the wnds blow free!
And I have sent in Golden Rime-
These Dreams….to you from….me!

At ast each dreamer, from his dream,
unwillingly, awoke!
And…neither of his precioius dream
unto the other spoke
But of the love they bore those dreams
Gave each his tender sign!
For…..THERE WAS TRIUMPH in his eyes-
And…ther were TEARS….in mine!”

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Remembering Howard and K..

Remember our mornings we spent at the beach
And how I held you when we laid down to sleep
Remember walking and holding hands in the rain
And how our steps were exactly the same

Remember us joking and fooling around
When you were on top holding me down
Remember the mornings we woke up together
It’s where I want to be now and forever

Then remember our embrace and our last kiss
Now I’ll ask you to make just one last wish
Please wish for the day when I’ll see you again
And I’ll wish for us to be more than friends

Ken Coleman ©

http://kencolemanpoems.blogspot.com/

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at The Wish.

KEATS wrote only one song-
How in the Meade
HE LIFTED THE YOUNG GIRL
UPON A STEED!
And LED THE HORSE, and watched
Her all the day-
While She would sideways lean
The hours away!

He took her to a CAVE-
The young and poor-
AND…..CLOSED HER WILD EYES
With….kisses four! ?????
They say the wild birds called-
And KEPT THE SCORE!
And SHE FELL IN LOVE-
UNTILL SHE CRIED FOR MORE!

IF YOU LOVE KEATS
Then seek and find this song-
Then LEAVE the book, to lay
For long..and…long;
Then when the SANDS OF TIME
ARE NEARLY GONE-
SEE MY ADDRESS-
SEND ME YOUR BRIGHTESTE SONG!

DO YOU LOVE KEATS?
I Loved him too, and we
Still wander
Through his Land of POETRY-
Each breeze across the trees-
Each singing bird-
Each gleaming sunset
Takes me to the times
WHEN ALL HIS GOLDEN DREAMS
WERE MIXED WITH MINE!

I found his BOOK-
When I was gray and old-
And this one fleeting song-
HELD ALL HIS GOLD!
And if you care to read KEATS
Yet like me-
READ THIS ONE SONG
Let all the others be!

HE MET HER WHERE THE HEARTS OF YOUTH BELONG;
SHE RODE THE STEED-
AND SANG A FAIRIE SONG!

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at KEATS.