Beauty of My Heart

As you stare with all your power

Eyes of many colors

I shower you with flowers

As I gaze upon your massive strengths

Delegate curves of desire

I feel the fires of your energy

Radiate my soul

Although at times

You and I try to manipulate each other

I still admire you with great passion

And when I stroke, fondle your buttons of joy

You light up my day

When I press the right key to your heart

You are my state of the art

A package bundled with many pleasures

May I dock with your port?

Within the Shadow of darkness

Out of the shower

Aroma of fresh flowers

Rain drops glisten

Slowly rippling

Gently kissing, caressing nature’s beauty

Like a diamond cut to tantalizing perfection

Fantasying, visualizing, reminiscing

Breath of life gently escapes

Supple moist lips as mirror fogs

Puddles form beneath

White towel lightly wraps

Soft, succulent curves of desire

Three candles lite

As you gracefully float by

Within the Shadow of darkness

Candle lights flicker

Mesmerized

Elevated breath -soft sighs of remembered pleasures

Emotions soaring

Heart beats Faster

Body softly gyrating

Towel quietly unfolds

Exposing seven wonders to admire

Soft silk engulfs you

Faint whispers from behind

“I desire you”, “I want you”, I want to feel you close to me”

Presence pressing against you

Vibrations of warmth upon your neck

Under the cloak of darkness

Cloth pressing, swaying -fondles your skin

Feel a pinch

Body quivers, flinches

You lightly bite your lip

As you exhale from delight

Eye’s open -dawn has come

Sunlight casting rays on your grandeur bosom

Vague recollections of pure bliss

You turn your head

You’re alone

Was it but a mere dream?

Dracula bites Lucy Westenra | by Len Radin
Dracula bites Lucy Westenra | by Len Radin

Within Your Eyes

As I stand within your shadow

I see you gaze upon tomorrow’s doors

Yearning, craving, wanting for something more

I see you

Hair softly moving as you glide across

Like reeds gently bending from wind’s soft kisses

I absorb your fragrance that hits my senses

Eyes close

Iridescent dreams of your smile

Ears perking as though I were listening to the Big Five

When you speak

I see you – longing for the day

Stories Behind the Writings

Melanie mentioned that she wanted to know the story behind, “Through the Years” her exact comment, “Beautiful poetry. I’d love to know the story behind it”.

Like many bands and other artists would do from time to time, would have these sit downs with the audience and answer question about certain songs and how it transpired.

This will be my attempt at doing this.

First let us begin with the first one that changed the direction of this blog.

July 1993. Fairly self-explanatory being a tribute to my Dad, What you don’t know!

This one was my first step getting back on the bicycle after many years of not writing, after my Mother passed in 2002 it took me a month before I could watch a comedy and finally laugh. Then other life events like marriage, well to keep this part short, I should have just jumped in satins mouth. It would have been faster. The poem at the bottom was actually written May 27, 1998 and I edited to go with the piece I wrote above.

A Poem, I will admit I was a bit overwhelmed and very shocked at first when I saw how well July 1993 did. I was wondering was it a fluke or do I still got it.

During my life span, I have seen the silent tears that people hold inside, whether it was my own Mother or a co-worker and there were several. If one looks beyond the exterior you catch a glimpse of unspoken despair in one’s eye.

So, when I wrote this on August 20-21 of this year I wanted women to feel and break some emotional wall barriers and at the same time, hopefully some of the, male viewers would get a clue.

Take My Hand; I believe this was one of the more powerful ones about loving women as time goes by. I am trying to find the rights words as I write this; I had to get in touch with my feminine side and place myself in their shoes so to speak.  Most of us look into the mirror, wondering what happened but most women will see wrinkles, taking stock option on youth cosmetics when they should feel good about themselves. As we age as they say, things start to head for the South Pole.

One of the inspirations for this one was from a Highlander movie with Christopher Lambert. There is a flashback scene where he is young and his wife has gotten grayer with mortal age, yet he still loved her until her dying day. There was no trading in a 40 year old for two 20 year olds. He loved her! Some men like most women like to know that we are still hot, sexy and desired that is where, “As I stand here in the mist of night, I see your silhouette beneath the sheets. Those delicate curves still ignite the fires of desire.” comes into play.

handwrittingFAREWELL MY LOVE: I felt bad when I heard the news of Alison Parker and Adam Ward being gunned down by a former co-worker to be taken from their prime years, so while I was at the mechanics shop waiting for them to get done, I started writing this and then finished later that day. I think this one could be used for almost any death that occurs and how some of us handle it.

Then the writer’s block accorded. This is when I was reclogging several posts for two days straight while I did lose a follower or two during this. Then one day I get a comment from Kim, which is what I needed right at that moment –like sticking a needle in my behind. But, it also brought back a memory of years past that I had thought was burred for good.

Summer 1992, this one took place in Chico California, the event actually happened in 1990 but 1992 rhymed with you. Tanya attended Chico State University while I was at Butte Community College in Oroville, California.  I think what is there does a fairly good job of what transpired.

The one that Melanie has been waiting for to find out the story behind this one.

Through the Years, I was just going to let this one hang in the air and let the reader interpret their own thoughts.

I was listening to yesterday’s songs where you can actually hear the words and not have to refer to the lyrics on the sheet to understand, Lady, Hello, Journey and REO Speedwagon to Styx to get the juices flowing.

There are those times in one’s life where we may be surrounded by ones that love us but we still feel alone inside. Maybe, a person developed depression later on in life, maybe a person mourning the loss of a child. While I was writing this, I was thinking of making a song out of it. “Staring, searching, holding on to yesterday’s bliss” I think in some degree we all do this from time to time when life gets tough while we search for that relief valve.

Through the Years

Through the years

I’ve seen the fallen tears

Feeling alone -no one caring

Staring, searching, holding on to yesterday’s bliss

Merlot lips

I want to hold you in my arms…and tell you it’s alright

Eyes bright -once lit the nights

Holding hands by moonlit path

Late night movie dates

Opened the gates

Sun rays casting beams

Radiating your splendor

Pain or pleasure

You’re my treasure

Through the years

ELLA 

After translating this one, this is a very nice poem and the picture he used drew me in. I liked this one!

I just wanted to tell you

I want to be by your side …

And wake up every morning

with a passionate kiss …

I want to bring you flowers …

I want to listen in silence

the beating of your heart …

I want to dawn with you

passionately caressing …

I want to share my dreams …

I want to give happiness …

I want to draw your sorrows

loving till eternity …

and make you my princess

here and in the hereafter …

I want to make your day

because you are my dream and fantasy …

I can only tell you

I do not want sky, sun and heat …

If I have the presence of your love!

SUMMER

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I hope I got the translation correct.

The Falling Thoughts

Solo quería decirte

que quiero estar a tu lado…

Y despertarte cada mañana

con un beso apasionado…

Quiero traerte flores…

Quiero escuchar en silencio

los latidos de tu corazón …

Quiero amanecer contigo

acariciandote con pasión …

Quiero compartir mis sueños…

Quiero darte felicidad…

Quiero sacar tus tristezas

amándote hasta la eternidad…

y hacer de ti mi princesa

aqui y en el mas allá…

Quiero alegrarte el día

porque eres mi sueño y mi fantasía…

Solo me queda decirte

que no quiero cielo,sol ni calor…

Si no tengo la presencia de tu amor!

YAZ

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In The Dark Tunnel

Here is another poem that you might like.

Rosescripts

In the dark tunnel;

of your heart

I see you

surrounded by fire.

The Rose you hold

wither into vines

that wrap your fingers–my love.

I die slowly;

deflated lungs,

because I only breathe

when you exhale.

I fight the dark shadows

to embrace you.

I grasp feverishly at the wind;

for eternity–just to kiss you.

The ache and passion

can bring a strong man

to his knees;

the ground that can swallow

you whole.

I stand, I stare, I wait;

unafraid of the darkness

that lies ahead.

With my love

as a beacon of light

into the tunnel I go.

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The Plan

While I reflect on certain options due to misfortune, as the mighty troll takes the ill gray far away to a distant land in hopes of renewed life or to meet with Mr. Reaper, When Tuesday comes, judgement will come.

In the mean time, I will leave you this.

As you have noticed I decided to reblog a few sites, This does take some time because I read them all to the end and reflect as to the point that the writer is trying to get across with me always analysing things to death. Meaning I go over them again even when the weeds are already pulled. It’s just me -not you.

The plan:

When I first started this blog, I focused on my family history (genealogy) with some recipes thrown in, yet I have noticed that the recipes and recent poems have done very well. I am very happy about that and grateful to all who follow, liked and or commented. I thank you and appreciate all of you. I am not just saying this for this is the truth.

So, the itinerary if you liked to think of it that way. I will continue the poems whether about love, true love, the feeling of being wanted and needed, after all don’t we need that from time to time? Some may express death events, some may be quirky.

From time to time I will throw in a post about a new relative that I have found if you don’t mind. I promise to keep those short.

Right now, as I dwell in this hut stuck in this temporary rut,

Allow me to clean my mind from this funk to rid the junk.

As, I will continue to find new blogs to reblog to ease my mind.

In the mean time, I will leave some links here of greatest hits for some of the new followers that may not have seen the poems and to my very first post when I created this about six months ago.

A poem I wrote dedicated to Alison Parker and Adam Ward the two news anchors who were shot and killed.
https://michaelathonyrios.wordpress.com/2015/08/27/farewell-my-love/

With 83 likes and 37 comments
https://michaelathonyrios.wordpress.com/2015/08/25/take-my-hand/

with 70 likes and 21 comments
https://michaelathonyrios.wordpress.com/2015/08/21/a-poem/

Bottom of this one you can see an Easter cake I made a while back while going through therapy on my left arm and hand
https://michaelathonyrios.wordpress.com/2015/03/24/repurpose-items-laying-around/

Very first post -How I found my brother
https://michaelathonyrios.wordpress.com/2015/02/24/hello-world/

Farewell My Love

In the shadow of the night

I fear you might

A candle lights

Hopes, dreams of futures past

Fade away like a distant memory –a cast away

I see you blow affectionate kisses

Night has fallen

I hear you calling

Faint cries rattle on the window pane

Covers donned while you toss and turn

Tears of tomorrows sorrow fill night’s air

Soft warm hand pressed on cheek

While you squeeze the very essence of me

Gentle whiffs of past scent remain

Hair tangled –drenched from somber moans

There is no wrench

Our time was brief

Though life can be cruel

Our love was true

Stronger than all the rivers

And when you shiver –know it is I blowing you a kiss.

Farewell my love

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