For the past two weeks, I’ve been trying to put in poetic imagination what happens when someone is taken away by desires and overwhelmed by passion. So today, my words and feelings are expressed in a poem called “desire.” Let me know what you think.

“Desire”

You grow in me, the sweet flame that burns
I turn to you and am overwhelmed by your stormy gale
You claim my parts and forge a steady path toward sacred passions
Give me vision, I will be your faithful companion
Lead me, I will be your intimate prostitute.

You move within me, the river whose streams make glad the face behind the veil
You become the precious fruit in the garden of my heart and the loudest sound in the night
I touch with care and step to the edge to gather love
You rule my days and command my nights
Teach me, I will be filled with the knowledge of beauty.

You live in me, the city with infinite candles of light
I climb the stairway to heaven to find you
You raise your lamp up high to see my world below
Tears roll down, mixed with vague delights,
I become your forever gaze,
It is your feelings that become my remote control
Dance with me, I will be your daring adventure.

“Scent in the Wind”

Fresh, colorful scent in the wind
that carries away the news of a renewed romance
Written in purple letters, “Nous aimerons toujours”
So long hidden in the secret of the pit
So far away from the delight of an unending love
Scent of wind, wind of scent!
Come and bring down the rain to shower the eyes of the heart.

Like a glasswing butterfly, we can see the pain through your wings
You live away where the moon greets the stars with morning peace
You escape the rise of the healing sun
You reach the destiny where love is cold,
the place wherein passion declines like the movement of the wind.
Scent of wind, wind of scent!
Come down and restore the world’s broken wings
With sporting brilliant color displays, you will make lovers fly again in strength and power,

Fresh, colorful scent in the wind
that stops the clock of human suffering
We breathe again through your seven scents that give us sweet dreams
We are strong again through the sense of your smell
Like a curator in an art museum, you are curating every day the fragments of our life
To behold as a revealed treasure,
a new and beautiful story that runs at the speed of the wind
Carrier of healing in your clear-sighted wings, you will bring beauty and life to the wounded soul of the world.

“Love Flows in the Smile”

Love words flow from our lips
like drops of rain that fall from the beautiful sky
Our words are musical notes that play in perfect harmony with our hearts’ beats
Tap, tap, drum, drum, beep, beep
as we dance to the unceasing beat of our love
our very own love song,
we smile
We  have each other
We smile through the rain.
Our love affair will last an eternity
as long we don’t forget to smile
dance to our hearts’ beats, and sing like the rain on the beautiful bluest sky.

Here is a new poem I wrote about New York. Hope you like it 🙂

“Blue Note in New York City”

The city of pleasure, the city of filthy rags
The city of all senses, the place of madness
Human creativity fills up its sides
boys & girls look up to its skies
lovers caress under its infinite lights, when the sun makes its bed in the West.

The city of pleasure, the city of divine regards
The Harlemites sing its joys verse by verse, when the moon refuses to give up its smile
The Caribbeans made the Yankee life their own, but street birds remind them of their uprootedness and new home.

The city of pleasure, the city of human links
Newcomers learn its tricks in comedy clubs
Men and women understand its slangs through
the melody of Blues and Jazz delights
The Lady of Liberty reminds the world about the paradox of American freedom & hospitality.

Happy Wednesday, Good People!!!

I was not born a poet, nor am I a son of a poet. Yet I am a teacher of poetry, & through life circumstances, I became a “contingent” poet. Check out my first book of poetry: “Pearls of Light in the Raindrops: Love Poems.”