The perception of miracles
we stand ready to receive.
Creation and love teach
independence is a deception.
God shows how we are woven.
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The scent - -
hint of movement
spring without season.
Teased, tantalized
taunt of a dream
promises proposed --
prophecy of desire.
Found
slipped between shadows,
she turns towards you
fragrant grace sparkling
steals into your hands.
Still your lust.
Passion should surround with wings.
Seek to be more than a setting
for a diamond.
She laughs, nuzzles deeper.
Love is sought, until
all is about being loved.
She lights fires.
You must share the warmth.
10:06 PM
09/29/08
Alexandria, VA
Author notes
Drawing by: Paul John Ballard "The Beauty of the Female
Please tell me what you think, what it makes you feel, how you are moved.
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You, as always, manage to take my breath away
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Thanks, it is always nice to know that I can still catch a breath.
Love, Tom B.
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The comparison of love to a religious experience is very touching. Sweetly sensual, soft as a feather's touch. Moves me to remember younger days and feeling enfolded in love.
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You mix meanings. Love has so many it is hard to know what the word means. This spoke to the transcendence of touch. I love to show how we can be engaged physically without reducing each other to objects, simply resources of gratification. Intimacy, tenderness when dealing with an equal require partnering.
Glad it touched you. I think, ( and what do I know) it is the goal of art.
Peace,
Tom B.
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very beautifully written. subtlety sexy, this tickles the senses. imagery used here is fantastic. sensual sexuality merges into the spiritual on the highest level. thank yopu for sharing your talent. keep writing dear poet. God bless you always
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I knew you would pick up on the spiritual side of this poem. Thank you. I think it is essential for catching all that we are gifted with in touching. It allows us to become men and women, full in our humaness, coming together and rising to a better space for all that we are. Most people greet the intimacy with fear and in doing so reduce it to dominance and submission. Being unable to be intimate because of this fear they reduce each other to objects and lose, lose, lose and don't know the reason why.
Opps. getting on that soap box again. Thanks for stopping by.
Love,
Tom B.
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Yes, a tint of wildness, the sense of wildness within isn't wilfull but natural, joyous abandonment. Seek to be more than a setting for a diamond, like your poem, it's more than carbon based or defined but perceptual.
Keep spilling and splashing warm puddles of possibilties dear Poet.
Well done.
Yvette
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The act of love as an expression of joy. The idea that we are not objects and not here to show each other off or consume. Glad you enjoyed.
Love,
Tom B.
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I liked the reference to spring without season. Spring is the time of nature's unfolding and you've put this in the context of love. The act of love has its sequence and you've put this in a graceful way. But the word that tweaked my interest was "laughs". No heavy breathing, grunts or screams to jar us into mechanical lust, just the happy laughter of two consumating their love joyfully. Thank you for describing something beautiful in a tasteful way.
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I used the word still, because of the two meanings, continuing from the past into the present and to come to a place without movement. Passion can be an act of grace. Then, laughter ensues. Thanks for sharing your pleasure in this piece.
Yours in the Light,
Tom B.
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very nice poem and for it to be adult you still delivered sex appeal just the way it should be very heated romantic but tasteful i loved it hon good luck in the contest
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I like it when I can celebrate both, the man and the woman. Love is finest when we are equal partners and cherished.
Love, Tom B.
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Still your lust.
Passion should surround with wings.
Seek to be more than a setting
for a diamond.
She laughs, nuzzles deeper.
Love is sought, until
all is about being loved.
She lights fires.
You must share the warmth.
Yep. This is exactly what it's like for me. I haven't dared to glance down yet, at other opinions. From the place we don't shut down, but that shuts down on us. . .
Adjusting to a comfortable level of womanhood, (for me), goes far beyond what my mother tried not to teach me. Once again, it becomes a physical need, instead of an emotional gift. While it's great to feel needed, one thing we don't learn, is how to please ourselves, because we have no idea what we like. We've been too involved in the "aquisition" and not product control.
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The idea is a moment when the man (underline) realizes that lust is hungry and consuming and should be stilled, left behind. Passion allows us to soar and envelop without destroying what is loved. Then the man can be more than just a place for a woman to be shown off. When this happens she can become comfortable. Love becomes more than just an aquisition. Then the feelings inside the man become reason for sharing.
This area of the poem is revealing. Some read that lust never goes away and the still becomes a word for ongoing. The woman is the instigator and not a partner. The idea of a couple being a partnering so foreign that it is inconceivable. Others see relationships only in terms of dominance and submission and so this is gibberish.
People are not objects. Don't treat them as one. Listen to the language used and when people are objects love is no more than bait. It is sad, but all so true.
Love, Tom B.
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This really was beautiful in every aspect. It twirls around the reader and makes them remember the morning before, when the sun stole into your room and highlighted the shades of your lover as they lay sleeping. Its very moving and sensuos
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Thanks for the beautiful compliment. I strive to bring to life what makes us richer in the touching.
Love, Tom B.
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Words Of Beauty
Good Morning Tom, You have portrayed how beautiful love can be within the love of two people. Senses stirred by the fragrance and touch. A powerful emotioon lust can be. And beautiful can be its passion. I love the ending verse. Ties it all up so nicely with the last line. What a delight to read.
Take care,
Sandy
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Most things of value show up in how they are shared. We may think we are strong and independent. But, often we are better and greater when we learn the gifts of being together.
Love, Tom B.
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good reading you tonight.
Love, Lane
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Hmmmmm-mm-m
Tom B.
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Woah. this should score really well. I am reminded of the phrase, youth is wasted on the young.
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Thanks for the compliment. Gloria Steinam (sp?) said that. She also said "Why is something so rare called common?" in reference to common sense.
Peace,
Tom B.
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This poem stirs up some very special memories in me, that some how I cant quite capture, a whisper on the wind I guess, like a much loved a nd familiar footsteps on the stairs, it is very beautiful indeed, with beautiful imagry, and perfect I think for the picture prompt thanks for sharing littlefishone
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Thank you. Wonderful compliment. I seek to create a spiritual sense of what arises out of the physical touch. When we live in touch with our senses and become present to the immediacy of the experience, we can feel the breath of God lift us into a rhapsody of wonder. Miracle of miracles.
Love, Tom B.
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♥ as usual your words make me sigh...
Love Juls
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I would hope that the sigh is but the breath beneath your wings and these simple words sent you soaring.
Love,
Tom B.
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BREATH TAKING
From the very first line to the last you have weaved your magic web of the very essence of woman and the love of her...all the senses pulled into play and needs softly satisfied...just beautiful my Master Poet niaish for sharing it with me
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It all started because of the needs of writing for a contest. Second was a memory. The memory of a hint of perfume in the air, the memory of someone, just, here. Funny what stirs inspiration. Thanks for the compliments and most of all for sharing your pleasure with me.
Love,
Tom B.
White Horse Flying
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awww..this is really beautiful and sweet, i liked it.
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Thanks, I am glad you let me know it touched you.
Love, Tom B.
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i love how you'd exalted femininity without making it ALL about her BODY. i was intrigued by the skill with which you wove your words, imploring the man to be more, to invest more than just his physical self in a physical act of sexuality. "seek to be more than a setting/for a diamond" was a line full of wisdom and it really raised the concept of this poem away from physicality to something more...spiritually, emotionally, fully engaged. society does not engage in love very often, only in sex. this work transcends society and for that i thank you.
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This one and the one before are beginning to capture the transcendence I have always seen. Sex and the physical as gateways for greater spiritual insights. Glad you saw so coherently what I am reaching for. I take it as a huge pat on the back for succeeding. Thank you.
Love,
Tom B.
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This is simply breathtaking in its exposure to all things feminine and how a man is drawn to shapes and sounds and enhances her with love and shared warmth. C...where do I find one
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Look for men who love their craft and seek to learn more. Listen for those who celebrate without envy the blessings and gifts that others recieve. Seek not the man with the most friends, but the one who is valued highly by those friends he has. These are the measures of any humans health and the size of their love.
Love, Tom B.
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The things providence places in our hands. You're right- we have an unspoken duty to hold the opportunity dear. Well said.
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It took me most of my life to realize that our sanity and health is a combination of being self sufficent and an excellent team player. Then we are free to celebrate all the delightful gifts God puts in our path.
Peace, Tom B.
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Saucy
this is wonderful.. slides into the mind and makes its way into the warm pulsing center of the soul..
'Teased, tantalized
taunt of a dream
promises proposed --
prophecy of desire.'
what amazing sounds! this is what i like to call SAUCY
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Wonderful compliment. For you, see how each image is grounded so the consonance provides part of the impulse, intensity. the slip into the repeated punctives in the d's sliding into assonnance like a sizzle of a top hat or a snare. This could easily be a rant or a list, but it is not. Ask yourself the whys of this. In discovery, you will see ways to increase the power of your own writes.
Love, Tom B.
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Very moving, you have captured the peices of sweetness in the woman. This almost made tears come to my eyes, to see the real beauty in a laugh and nuzzle.
Being one with her.
She laughs, nuzzles deeper.
Love is sought, until
all is about being loved.
She lights fires.
You must share the warmth.
One of my favorites by you i am bookmarking...
Beauty personfied by a wonderful soul.
hugs
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love,
~Lisa~
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Best to create a list, you can access poems of a type better.
Thanks for enjoying this so. I thought I had caught something special, unrevealed to me before. Be well my friend
Love, Tom B.
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So beautiful from beginning to end, and as beautiful as ever word is, this one part just touched me so deeply...
"The scent - -
hint of movement
spring without season."
I just adore that part ...It really reached out and took my emotion...
Beautiful, Bro
Lynda
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I loved those lines when they came to me.
This is a celebration of together, the gift of sharing. Love.
Glad you enjoyed.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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...and then there are Reuben women... When do men see their beauty? They can lilt like angels, be warm as sub-terranian fires, and smell like pumpkin bread, but I've never yet heard of one of them being a face that launches a thousand ships. Come to think of it, nor does the face of John Paul Ballard's depiction of female beauty...
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Titan, Boticelli the heavy hipped sweet peace of a woman, the delight of a body that fills its skin to burst with joy.
The prompt was the picture and I was caught by the memory of a scent in the air. Seemed like a good place to start. The epigram was originally the end but it seemed a better entrance.
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heheh! Such eloquence. You are a scoundrel.
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Fear sees only the surface, love dances with the spirit within.
Scoundrel, nothing more than an old man with an active inner boy.
Peace,
Tom B.
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