TIME ENOUGH
Oh for the days
when there was enough time
Time to think
Time to write
and enough time to rhyme
© drc 2006
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THE RUSHFamiliar-feeling rush
of an attraction being noticed...Delicious, curling tension
of seduction unconcealed...Erratic thrumming beating
in my chest remains unnoticed...Sparkles of excitement
from desire yet unrevealed...Smoldering acknowledgment:
a lust being reflected...The barest, lightest touching
of your tongue up to your lips...Consuming, scorching heat
due to a thought so unexpected...And all it took to start it
was a swivel of your hips.© drc 2006
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THE DANCESultry,
the music lures the moodSoft lighting
candles,
dimmed lamps,
casting muted shadows
on velvet and silkYou
sitting there in the shadows
lure me, too:a subtle invitation
to dance...to dare...
You stand
and the shadows move with you.You come to me
and take my handand your arm brings me close with a caress
We move in sync
our bodies blended
swaying in time to the musicand the dance deepens with a kiss
and darkens with a breathand the mystery of the shadows beckons.
The music fades.
We make our own.
© drc 2006
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Writing Challenge 2006-4 "FIVE" (and five is ten)
From kween_of_the_queens, the latest writing assignment is to List five (5) qualities of your character that make you attractive. You
may attempt this in most any
manner that pleases you. Be it long explanations or short lists,
I
leave it up to you. And just for fun and as a contrast, also list
five
(5) characteristics YOU find attractive in a person. The field is open,
be it what you want in a mate or a friend or merely an acquaintance.I think my attempt will be to write (not in
any particular order) ten characteristics I find attractive and embedded within those ten,
I hope I have at least five of them!
- Intelligence that acknowledges that one doesn't know it all and there is never a time one can stop learning and growing.
- Creativity: The Ability to Communicate Articulately and Coherently through the written or spoken word, music and/or art.
- A Good Sense of Humor, Sharp Wit, Playfulness: One can make it through some of the darker moments in life without completely going to pieces if they have this.
- Honesty / Integrity: Deceit is the ultimate betrayer and it only serves to hurt in the end.
- Respect of/for Humanity: Everyone has intrinsic value. There is no such thing
as a worthless human being. This includes treating everyone
politely and with deference regardless of social, emotional, cultural
or physical stature. - Inner Strength: What really matters is the strength of the spirit within a person despite what their physical body may suffer.
- Depth of Character. Not superficial. A person you can "sink your teeth into" (figuratively speaking!) and they're more than just skin-deep.
- Appreciation for Music and the Arts since they are such an enhancement to life
- Self-Confidence tempered by Maturity enables a person to be aggressive without being arrogant.
- A Global Perspective: The
realization that the world is not made up of only one's own mind, back
yard, home town, state, country or culture - and that learning from
other beliefs and cultures can broaden one's own horizons and encourage
personal growth.
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ASBESTOS HANDS
Curious fingers
probing into my psycheoddly not unlike
foreplay.Innocent questions
dangerously askedSelf-exposure in
sensitive
little
erotic
pieces.Vulnerability
Intrigue.
Lure...
A mirrored reflection
(unaware?)Unwilling concession
(but willing admission)Warm words begging
fire playWill I resist?
(most likely not)Asbestos hands
enjoy what's hot.© drc 2006
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Kween_of_the_Queens
Writing Challenge
"A Moment in Time"There are tiny specks of memories that loom larger-than-life and
forever remain a piece of the makeup of who you are. I have been
fortunate. So many of those specks of memories have spun into
threads and woven themselves together into a gorgeous tapestry in my
life. It is difficult to concentrate on just one part of a thread
and not the whole interactive weave, but here's my attempt:
When I was in high school (back in the 70s) we built our house out in
the countryside north of Quito, Ecuador. We moved in before the
roof was complete or the windows framed or installed. I would
climb into bed at night, cuddling up under a pile of quilts. I
could feel the breeze wafting through the four windows of my bedroom,
and thousands of stars twinkled down from the heavens. Cayambe,
the snowcap in the distance, glowed purple-white reflecting the
moon. It was like camping in my own bed. Every night felt like Christmas eve does to a child awaiting
Santa Claus.
In the morning, I would awaken to the birds chirping (or even flying
through my room). Dew sparkled on the leaves of the eucalyptus trees
and I could smell the freshness of the earth waking up with the touch
of the sun. The skies turned from black to smoky purple with
slashes of brilliant oranges and golds, and Cayambe would change from a
black silhouette to appearing to be covered with peach icing.With the chill still hanging in the air, I would make a steaming cup of
tea (grown in the foothills of a jungle volcano) and put Beethoven's
Pastorale on the stereo in my room. I would sit in a hammock on
the upstairs porch, sipping tea, and listening to
Beethoven. Little by little the sun would brighten the sky,
bringing with it a gradually louder cacophony of nature sounds and
smells. Eventually, people sounds would indicate the day had
officially begun, and I would have to let go of participating in the
moment, but it was lovely to carry the memory with me throughout the
day.What am I saying, throughout the day...?
I carry it with me still, and it still calms my soul.© drc
The snowcap, Cayambe, at the beginning of the sunrise 07/12/03 © drc
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