Concupiscence
Enveloped in liquid serenity
Through the veil of concupiscence
Revealing my true identity
Desperately imagining….abstinence
Longing
The longing reluctantly wrapping the soul
Like morning fog hugging squeamish ground
Burrowing into the psyche, an intolerable mole
Paralyzing the mind with no peace found
Old Couple
Like two swans on a still pond
They quietly glide through life
Without creating any ripples
Love
Washed, dried, and folded your underwear and bra
First thought I should be embarrassed
But curiously felt only intimacy and love
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 16th, 2017 00:54
- Comment from author about the poem: For a change of pace I figured I'll post four short ones, two four-liners that rhyme and two three-liners that don't. Hope you enjoy them.
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Comments5
Good write(s). I especially relate to 'Old couple' I have seen those swans many times.
I once saw an old couple sitting on a bench at the ocean, holding hands. Remembered that when I wrote the poem. Thank you so much!
Four brilliant, touching short ones, Fred. It takes a special poetic mind to speak so well with so few words ... not a one wasted! Kudos.
Humbled again, two in a row! Thanks so much Louis!
Wow! I liked everyone. So graceful writing. I know what you mean about old love and the underwear washing. I think when we get older together we become more like brother and sister. It is truly love. I've got divorced from my only husband but we are now like brother and sister. We still loving each other.
Thank you Malu! Have to contradict you though, been growing old with my wife but the love never changed from man/woman to brother/sister. Never got excited about my sister, but still get excited about my wife!!! 🙂
Hahaha . Good for you Fred. Keep things hot.
Great writes
Thank you so much, Tony!
Welcome
Wrap up four complicated subject in a perfect short way. Love all of them.
Mahalo mam, for your kind comment and for making it a favorite.
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