HELLO CANCER

On October 9, 2021October 9, 2021 By Dennis McHaleIn PoetryLeave a comment

LET’S DANCE!

Did you see sunset burn
throughout the sky,
a crimson crucifix
to portend my descent?
Think not.

Did you phrophecy
as your eyesight grew dim,
Should Odin awaken?
and heed your call?

Did you fantasize a charm
to neuter the savage beast
while you stood chained at the feasting hour in man-made frocks?

What? That bear and wolf
would lay at your bound feet
their teeth and claws?

Did your faith waiver, yet fail
¹as your heartbeat froze
begging faint dawn to execute
it’s icy thaw?

Did you spit your prayers
to four cornered winds,
to keep your faith fulfilled
whispered downward hallelujahs ?

And what of the Thunder God?
Did you bring gifts enough
to move his hand o’er his fleet
calming seas, bloodied seas
that you might retreat?

Oh precious.faithful servant, come!
God’s are moved, your battle’s won!
Tears of Love now wash you clean!
no battles here left chance
Let’s pray the tumors gone!

Soooooo:
– let’s dance!
Put on your red shoes
and dance the blues.
lets dance!

BE STILL, MY LOVE…by D.L.McHale

On September 26, 2015January 4, 2018 By Dennis McHaleIn #Art, #compassion, #fantasy, #sex, #WordPress, Art, #Art, #Gallery, #Open Submission,, Beauty, life, Love, Photgraphy, Poem, Poems, poet, Poetry, Relationships, Speaking, The Winter Bites My Bones, Woman, WordPress, Writing2 Comments

Be still my love.

Shhhh…
There now, can you hear it?

Quietly,
within the shadows
of our mingled selves,
softly rising upon
the rhythms of our breath.

Rest now,
sweet angel of love.
Lie spent upon my breast
and listen;
surrender to the
symphony of our souls.

Feel your senses
dancing
to the chords
of desire’s keyboard;
delicate fingers
upon colored notes
within the crimson chambers
of our dream-soaked hearts.

Hear the song
echoing;
muted passion sirens
lilting lightly across
the dim-lit chasms
of our melded minds;
musical interludes
conducted
in sigh-minor.

See the trees
swaying;
laughing willows of lust
sweeping low over
our embrace;
bending sensuously to us
in morning’s whispered light.

Taste the waters
flowing;
melting fantasies
washing over our
quenched, naked forms,
cascading into deep pools
of ecstasy.

Smell the fragrance
rising;
desires fully blossomed
with petals of relief
falling, simply drifting
from the branches
or our love.

Touch the ribbons
floating;
colors blending
behind love-clenched eyelids;
blinding pastel visions,
stretching, softly binding
soul to soul in evening’s brief rapture.

Sleep deep, my love.

Carry this lullaby
into your hazy slumber,
and rest.

In the cool, gray light of morning
we will write another.