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

Rain

The rain is peaceful on my roof,
And now I need no other proof,
Its soothing, reassuring sounds,
Engulf my senses, and surround
Me in its peaceful lullaby,
I feel its love when sleep is nigh,
And in my arms, I hear you sigh,
And in my joy, I breathe a sigh.

© 2009 Petit Poet

Magic Journey

I've heard the colors of the rainbow, and I've touched the evening sun,
I have tasted Autumn days, and yet my life has just begun,
I have journeyed on the wings of a distant shooting star,
And the magic of my journey led precisely where you are.

© 2008 Petit Poet

Field of Lilacs

Rolling in a field of lilacs overwhelms, removes all cares,
Petals clinging to your tangled iridescent strands of hair,
Fill my mind with your euphoric, from all sorrows insulate,
Surround, infuse me with your fragrance; lilac scent intoxicate.

© 2008 Petit Poet

Dreams (Don Quixote)

"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical may be madness. To surrender dreams, this may be madness. To seek treasures where there is only trash...Too much sanity may be madness, and maddest of all is to see life as it is and not as it should be."
Don Quixote de la Mancha, Miguel De Cervantes,
Spanish adventurer, author & poet (1547 - 1616)


We are accused of being mad, of living in a dream,
But where is madness we may ask, and where lies sanity?
Perhaps it’s mad to think as real, the lunacy of life,
When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where saneness hides?

Perhaps it’s mad to be too “real”, surrendering our dreams,
Perhaps in letting go of "life", our sanity’s regained,
For isn’t sanity the dream of life as it should be?
And do not hope and joy reside in dreams of loving deep?

© 2008 Petit Poet

Sightless Love

"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye."
-- Antoine de Saint Exupery (The Little Prince)

Your face is yet invisible, perhaps will always be,
And yet, your kind attention is there for me to see,

Your words are filled with laughter, with a happiness that’s rare,
And the measure of your passion really shows how much you care,

“The Little Prince” so rightly said that vision must be felt,
As toward essential joys of hope and love we are impelled,

For when love “feels right” and to us its deep felt joys impart,
Our sightless eyes can only thrill at love within the heart.

© 2008 Petit Poet

Turbulent Moon

Did you see me in the rising of the moon?
Did you feel my distant yearnings beckon you?
Was your peace elusive and your heart untuned?
Did you find yourself unable to commune?

Feel the aching in my soul reach out to you,
Sate this hunger that I feel, bereft of you,
With welcome arms this turbulence subdue,
And with your loving peace my soul imbue.

© 2008 Petit Poet

Your Petals

Your silky, dew-soft petals,
Glistening with desire,
Make me smile and want to taste,
And set your soul on fire,

I love to feel your hunger,
As you press yourself to me,
I love to feel your passion,
Uninhibited and free,

I love to feel my tongue glide
In your furrow, wet with love,
I love your scent, I love your taste,
And never get enough,

And when I feel your spasms, deep
As they sweep over you,
The pleasure that I feel within,
With joy my soul imbues.

© 041305 Petit Poet

Lotus Flower

(The lotus flower is universally accepted as a symbol of estranged love and the associated empty yearning it entails.)


She always wore his lotus flower dipped in gold around her neck,
With this token, she felt cherished, she felt safe, she felt bedecked,

He had given her this flower -- symbol of his love etern,
Never knowing of the omen, unaware her heart would yearn,

But in time the ancient power could no longer be denied,
And in time the love he promised, could no longer give his bride,

When she should have felt elation as she climbed the stairs of life,
Like the priest within the temple, with his palm he tipped her back,

She was lost, without direction, with no compass, with no muse,
With no love to keep her balanced, was bewildered and confused,

How to heal the empty yearning that she felt, his love had gone,
Where could she obtain catharsis for the pain, she felt withdrawn.

Through the veil of inconsistencies that shadow her in life,
He is there and she can feel him, she can see him still, his wife,

Being brave was just a decoy, just a sham to show outside,
Just an act that she invented as she salvaged wounded pride,

Once again before the mountain, she is standing, feeling small,
Once again he asks acceptance, she again feels numbing pall,

Can she once again float backward to a time of joyful bliss,
Can she once again reach for him, to accept his hand, his kiss?

No, his love's a lotus flower, filled with half truths, filled with lies,
Like the beauty of the lotus, hiding pain behind disguise,

At last where is the lotus flower, like their love, it now has gone,
Like that dreaded fateful finger, having writ, it has moved on.

© 2008 Petit Poet

New Love

Momentarily transported to a time when love was new,
Fragile petals, fragrant, heady, joyful dreams my soul imbue,
Zephyr promise unknown pleasures, filled with expectations true,
Frisky as a colt in clover, drunk with scent of morning dew.

© 2008 Petit Poet

My Heart

My heart is like a gentle breeze,
That whispers in your ear,
And kisses you so tenderly,
Upon your cheek so dear,

My heart is like a violin,
Caressing you with sound,
Embracing you in melody,
With feelings deep, profound,

My heart is like a rose bouquet,
Its aroma fills your soul,
We fall besotted in its spell,
A delirium of love.

© 2008 Petit Poet

Giving Me Wings

Feeling your light,
Breathing your love,
Seeing the glow of your smile,
Healing my heart,
Stirring my soul,
Giving me wings to fly.

© 020304 Petit Poet

Daydreams

Unspoken thoughts, cache of dreams,
Memories soar on gossamer wings,
Reveries of the life we’ve seen,
Reminders of what might have been.

© 010904 Petit Poet

Barnacled Heart

A barnacled heart, splintered with pain,
Tumbled through fear toward a peaceful plain,
With slivers of hope and fragments of love,
Safe in the Guidance sent from above.

© 010804 Petit Poet

Let Love Transpire

Come take my hand to that far-away land,
Of mysteries and desire,
Come take my hand to that long-sought land,
Of wonders you aspire,

Come lay your head upon my bed,
Of embers, passion, fire,
Come share my dreams, with delights and screams,
With rapture I inspire,

Come fly up high above the sky,
Come let me take you higher,
Come now, don’t wait, don’t hesitate,
Come now, let love transpire.

© 101105 Petit Poet