First Glance

Posted by admin on June 22, 2011

An ebon curtain frames
Your pearl face.

Features
- nose
- eyes
- lips
- neckline
Like marble
Sculpted over the soul
Of an Angel.

Sacrifice and kindness,
Energy and power
Move beneath
And around,
Bringing hope to passion.

Faramir

Posted by admin on May 23, 2011

Faramir, fairest brother, fairest son-
Lost to shadow, reclaimed by one
Whose icy tears dragged her breath
From Rohan’s halls near unto death.
In Angmar, long ago, their fate
Was etched upon destiny’s slate.
A hobbit broke the twisted wyrd
Below the white city on the greensward:
The witch king has cursed the pair-
Tho’ steadily they conquer despair.
Now in fair Ithilien’s quiet cover
Forever they dwell as hopeful lovers.

Inside

Posted by admin on May 19, 2011

There is too much inside of me,
intensely burning hot behind iron gates.
Me, the me that wishes to be heard screams
out, or would.  I, the I to connect the dots
between  me and who I found.

Can you surf the emotional wave?
Or will you drown in the depth
Of what I can’t yet say?

A fire that burns too hot.
The smoke gets in your face
and makes you cry and cough;
sputter on; ashamed,
nervous, wanting, confused
at an imaginary problem that isn’t you.

The answer is hold me.
Let me believe.
Let me know that you
want my intensity.

Tick Tock

Posted by admin on May 9, 2011

Tick – My nerves click.
Tock – My eyes rock
back and forth
from keys to clock.

Tick – Not yet, I sit.
Tock – My heart a lock
of bundled feelings
jumping in my throat.

Tick – What if?
Tock – Maybe
I pissed her off.
I sure hope not!

Tick – Stop thinking.
Tock – Stop imagining.
I’m starting
to really hate this clock!

A Bawdy Lass

Posted by admin on April 28, 2011

a bawdy lass
with a full glass
may lead to pleasures untold

but what do I know
I’m just a geek

On The Tip of My Tongue

Posted by admin on March 30, 2011

On the tip of my tongue
words sit
like bricks
with your name,
a thick weight
dragging thought
to you.
I don’t speak
the dreams
my tongue seeks
to scream.

On the tip of my tongue
would be,
could be,
if need
I should say
what I pray
were real,
instead of fantasy.

To touch lips to lips
(both high and low)
caress so slow
from thighs to hips.
Fingers,
eyes,
linger
nigh your heart
until it starts
away at the drama of parting.

On the tip of my tongue,
but still unsung
words wither,
fantasy dithers.
Too elusive,
a shadow reclusive
I chase with the murmuring
slumbering, senseless
tip of my tongue.

Cybersearch – A Sonnet by Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on February 27, 2011

A world of people, a world where you
Are invisible and intangible;
Where my eyes scan bits, bytes, pixels for truth
Of your beauty unimaginable.
An idea, sturdy as hot shifting sands,
That has ricocheted from cerebellum 
To cerebrum; that forces heart and hands,
And pushes passions silly momentum.
Do you exist at the end of these bits?
Are you a bot? A not? A deceiver?
Time, that merciless maddening mistress
Will make me a cynic or believer.
When love is lost with the click of a key,
Think kindly, twice, before deleting me.

Illusions of Desire – a Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on January 27, 2011

Your image rests
Heavy.

Covering my
Thoughts.

A blanket of
Lead.

Like those that ebay sells
To desperate parents
Of wild autistic kids.

The longing bites
Deep.

I crave your eyes,
Skin,

Lips, hips, hair, hands;
You.

An ocean full of bytes
joins us without joining,
for one rushed moment.

Then longing takes
Me

To visit your
Ghost,

Waiting in a
Dream.

I wake and I see you;
I sleep and I feel you.
Illusions of desire.

Fight Song – A Poem by Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on November 14, 2010

I’m Tempest tossed, but not yet lost,
I sit and look at you.
Your face a case of full disgrace,
Ashamed to look at you.
Could I realize within your eyes
The time I hurt you?
Or will I sit, like a chicken shit
And just blame you?
Thin my hide, swallow my pride
Apologize to you?
I offer my peace for sweet release
Of my guilt to you.
Oh please accept without regret
My kind words to you.
I’m on my knees, oh please, oh please
Fully begging you.
I know I’m dumb, a cad, a bum
Not good enough for you,

That’s right you say, and good day!
I’ve had enough of you!

Twin Roses

Posted by admin on October 2, 2010

A perfect rose in a perfect bouquet
Delicate, soft silk petals that each lay
Open and fresh amid brighter flowers.
Each a smile, caress, or slow passionate hour.
A second rose mixt with rougher flowers
No less perfect, with other soft powers,
Sits bruised and torn with petals worn and rude.
I lift, and her sharp thorns open hot blood
To run freely from heart to hand. It gnashes,
pricks, resists, is lifted up biting harsh,
Until I place it lovingly beside
Her sister, queen of majesty betimes.

Twin roses, Queens of my heart, stand entwined.
Their purposes, passions, desires, aligned.