DEBORAH SIMPSON Spiritualist Author - Poetry Blog

Like There's No Tomorrow

Mon, 26 Jul 2010 19:13:04 -0800

Cherish the moments

Savor the laughter

Love with pure naïve

Feel with everything you are

Touch slowly

Remember with heart

Hold on like there’s no tomorrow

Kiss every chance you get

Trace the outlines when you can

Smile through the tears

Count the stars every night

Smell the rain when it falls

Hold hands when you walk

Close your eyes and dream

Remember with graciousness

Cry tears of joy

Embrace the moments

And live to never forget

It Was The Wine

Mon, 05 Jul 2010 14:36:10 -0800

I breathed of a delectable wine,
Its aroma beseeched my slumber –
I sipped of an alluring wine,
Tasted the delicacy of its chateau –

It was a precocious wine,
Its speak immersed my senses –
It was an ancient wine,
Its velvetiness enthused –

I relished a saturating wine,
A sumptuous enticement –
My blood ran captivated,
Its interminable enchantment –

Intoxication closed my eyes,
Exquisite oblivion swallowed me –
Tracings of heaven intrigued,
Beguiling magnetism enrapt my core -

I exhaled of a fascinating wine,
My breathless slumber arisen –
I savored an undeniable wine,
And summoned its delights –

In The Grace

Mon, 21 Jun 2010 16:20:58 -0800

And in the grace of his eyes –
The rhythm of the sea rippled
Through the gamut of time –
Beyond the hue of mortality –

And the glory of his dynasty –
Sung the melody of ecstasy
Within the whispers of touch –
Without tempered malady –

Summer sky sighed in the night –
Sunrise sung timeless melody
Memories of ephemeral moments –
Embedded their eternal song –

And his eyes did so grace me –
With infinite orchestral chord
As a merciful pact with time –
Was begged under mortality’s hue –

O Precious Heart

Sun, 20 Jun 2010 19:35:57 -0800

O precious heart
On the concord
Of conflict –

Between love
And loneliness –

O beautiful soul
On the shepherd
Of bestowal –

Standing alone
And weary –

O precious thought
On the mound
Of a man –

Standing broken
And torn –

O precious heart
On the concord
Of solitude –

Between here
And nowhere –

Pleasurable Agony

Sat, 03 Apr 2010 12:53:49 -0800

Skin began to boil, his tongue soothing the scorch.
He dipped into her pool of bliss –
Pleasurable agony ripped through their bodies
As the moon draped his howl across sterling flesh –

The dagger of his perpetual stare
Ripped through her internal warn –
Her flesh melted into his unyielding heat
Igniting, binding, enthralling –

Her impetuous hunger brewed –
Crave screamed its need into his obdurate bastion
As the cloak of flesh bound her –
And his heat transfixed her soul

His experimentation welded her
Deep within the vortex of her very creation –
And there, when she opened her eyes
Fixed upon her were the eyes of her very own –

Eternal Flame

Sun, 21 Mar 2010 13:17:55 -0800

And the sun fell to sleep –
Just behind my eyes –
Beyond the rain,
Behind the mist –

And continued to burn –
In piercing silence –
Slept the angel,
Snored the famine –

The rain, it deluged –
Saturating the burn –
My eternal enigma,
My spiritual refuge –

Sun refused to cool –
Despite reckless rain –
Beating, drumming,
Still in desolate harmony –

And the sun died –
Just behind my eyes –
And yet, it smoldered,
Still.

Stolen

Mon, 21 Dec 2009 09:37:44 -0800

If I stole the light from
The funnel of your eyes –
Would you therefore
Cease to see?

And if I snatched the voice
From the chambers of your speak –
Would you therefore
Cease to be heard?

What if I borrowed the taste
From your lips –
Would you so then dare
Not to whet?

If I stole the heat from
The love of your heart –
Would you therefore
Cease to yen?

The Valley

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 19:26:49 -0800

Take the hand of my blood, and delicately lead
Toward the valley of misdirection –
And with thy hand angelically free
The mounting rein of tarnished hearts –

Carry the heart of my wisdom, unto the starving
And calmly nourish the turmoil –
And with thy heart, spill of it generously
Simply and clearly soothe the lament –

Take the sight of my vision,
and open their eyes for all to see in unison –
And with thy sight, show the truth
To drown the falsity –

Take the hand of my soul, and delicately traipse
Along the valley of misdirection –
And with thy hand, mystifyingly free
The mounting rein of ignorance –

Blankness

Tue, 12 May 2009 18:13:39 -0800

I fared under the caricature
Of desolate bane this eve –
Walking with shiver in pocket
Toward the glassiness of now –

As I reached the tip of today
Drenched I was, in disgust –
Saturated with concocted sweat
I gripped tirelessly, the shiver –

Poured the shock of yesterday
Through forgotten cloud –
As I quivered under the dry
Of pouring dry rains –

My eyes swelled silently shut
From the lack of tears this eve –
My shiver, it completely melted
From the glassiness of now –

First Place Win - PoetrySoup International Contest - September, 2008

Link: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=102818

Candy Coated Wreck

Tue, 12 May 2009 06:34:12 -0800

Paperless dolls and run-less runs –
Roller coaster rides and fun-less fun.
Hopscotch and blisters; banana-seat bikes –
Hand games and shout-backs too.

Quiet-less walks at 3:00 in the morn –
Virtual stranger rides with indecency.
Cracker-jacks and white wine spritzers –
Early morning-midnight bizarre.

Hellish targets for our holy aims –
Lipsticks red and perfumes sweet.
Mustard corndogs with licorice malt –
Chocolate mustache with milk beards.

Sunstroke and fallacy whipping tales –
Tongue-tied talk and all the such.
Hair-unwoven nightmares & bobby pins –
Lurid washed-out make-up; oh the horror.

Candy-less sugar pops dressed in green –
Wrappers prettied up in dazzling clash.
Malt whiskey and bourbon please –
Ante up for your hill-less ride.