Distant Echoes
All our dreams, fragile things, floating on the bosom of emptiness.
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Woman!
Woman!
Of my dreams,
My emotional screams,
Mystic woman it seems,
You haunt,
You taunt,
You flaunt,
Woman!
You sway,
In my way,
Mind games you play
You make me glad,
Yet sad,
And mad.
Woman!
Ah! So neat,
Passion’s treat,
My life complete.
You ignite the fire,
Fueled by love’s desire,
Potent as an electric wire,
Woman!
Ah! Too much tension,
Twisting the chords of emotion,
My mind lost in sweet oblivion,
Your body turns,
My inside churns,
The flame burns,
Woman!
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Love’s Anxiety
I cannot wait,
Thoughts of you only aggravate,
The yearning that burns,
Like a plunging river it churns,
As anxiety controls,
Adrenalin flows,
Waiting! The pain grows.
No sedation,
For the eager anticipation,
As time, like a colossal burden,
Strains the chords of reason,
Pressing me closer to insanity,
A frightening probability.
In my mouth, no saliva,
Yet I can taste the desire,
Of love’s tenderness,
As my mind abodes,
In the realm of emotional bliss.
Like a child yearning for a Christmas toy,
I am consumed with the joy,
Of homo-sapiens pleasure,
And the warmth of our bodies together.
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About the Book
Distant Echoes, the voice of one, the watcher, crying in the wilderness of modern life, the stress and strife. Some of the poems in this anthology raise these perennial questions to which we are still searching for answers. Where are we going? Do we really know? And for what purpose? Is there ‘something’ behind the appearances, the nuances of perceptual differences? Other poems remind us about the beauty and joy of life as the poet skillfully takes on his poetic journey of love, nostalgia, social commentary and miscellaneous topics. Enjoy!
About the Author
Martin Richards was born in the twin island