One Look

Furtively, I stole one look,
And then another undertook,
Tenaciously, I felt your pull,
With power supernatural,
At last, in overpowering bliss,
Unwavering attentiveness,
And now, with understanding full,
Your grasp is quite incomparable,
Attraction deep and powerful,
And love is inescapable.

© 060205 Petit Poet

Stimulation of the Mind

Witty banter, senseless jabber,
Stimulation of the mind,
Life’s true meaning, romance, heartbreak,
Secrets, dreams, and fears of mine.

© 2011 Petit Poet

Steaming Up The Windows

So I'm steaming up the windows,
Sitting lonely in the rain,
Longing for a secret someone,
Who appreciates my pain,
He'd be kind and sweet and witty,
Tall, attractive, sincere, too,
Oh, and what more could I wish for,
Someone quirky, just like you.
One who writes his little poems.
To amuse me, make me smile,
One who likes the shroud of secrecy,
On our own romantic isle,
One who wraps his arms around me,
Sealing me in his cocoon,
Won't he please come now and find me,
I am lost, please find me soon.

© 2011 Petit Poet

Flirtations

Get me high on flirtations, and the thrill of your glance,
I want intoxication, and the rush of romance,
Win me over with your charm, and intrigue me with your words,

Give me laughter with your wit, and destroy me with your verbs,

So if you're feeling playful, in a deep lustful way,
Come and fill me with hunger, let me taste your buffet.

© 2011 Petit Poet

Feelings

Glorious warm and sunny rays,
Melancholy rainy days,
Sentimental nights, full moon,
Beach walks, sunsets make me swoon,
Music, laughter in the air,
Ocean breezes fill my hair,
Engulfed in strong romantic arms,
Feelings right and kisses warm.

© 2011 Petit Poet

Biography

A quiet child, yet quite content,
Was cheerful, and did not resent
Life's ups and downs; so seldom cried,
I worried mother's loving eyes,

She feared the worst, she had me checked,
Yet doctor said all was correct,
"Be thankful, dear, he is okay,
He is just happy in his play,"

And then in school, became intense,
Unsatisfied, desire immense,
For perfect scores in all my work,
I concentrated, never shirked,

The same in sports, I played them all,
Average at best, except baseball,
I played in college, yet despite my will,
Professional leagues required more skill,

I studied science, to be employed
In chemistry; I quite enjoyed
Complexity in all I did;
I sought it out, although unbid,

And there you see my fatal flaw,
Like moth to flame, I felt the draw,
To more complex, I spurned my strengths,
And went instead to any length,

To challenge mind, in search for truth;
I studied biophysics, knew
That I would find life's meaning there,
But in the end, became aware,

Life's meaning lay in Spirit's Thought,
It guided me to all I sought,
Success in life, and peace and joy,
And happiness, if I employ,

"A Course in Miracles", I find,
Like Carl Jung's collective mind,
Gave me the peace of mind I sought,
It's Guidance now in every thought,

The ultimate in complex thought,
Eschewing judgement, I am brought
To everything I need and want,
My life is good, and lacking naught.

So there you have the basic me,
I'm sure there's more, as we will see,
Yet if the basic thought is right,
My life is good, my future's bright.

© 2009 Petit Poet

Come Let Us Talk

Come let us talk of pleasures past, and those we can imagine,
Come let us talk of love and all desires of the mind,
Come let us talk of places seen and those we want to see,
Come talk of life, for yet we live, and living want to be,
Come talk to me, and talk of joy, of joy for you and me.

Come let us feel the sweet seduction of hypnotic verse,
Come let us feel our whispered words, as through our veins they course,
Come let us grace the waters calm as elegant white swans,
Come let us feel our lives fulfilled with joy as we write on.

© 2005 Petit Poet