A Psychedelic Dance - From 12/5/2011 - Needs Work

A Psychedelic Dance
By: Sarah Perlitz

A flash of lights dance across lips, thunderous bass persuades moving hips

Square paper sheets dropping harder than beats,

underneath my tongue they slip, and hand in hand our pinkies dip.

Bitter chemicals burn into gums and veins, a roaring fire of energy within us reigns.

The music flows through us like a wild river, and when it reaches my heart I shiver.

An ocean of energy pours out from within, it is time for our dance to begin.

 

Dancing patterns breathe across walls, glowing shades of neon, big and small.

Shadows show dimensions of appearances, growing outwards and inwards, a wealth of experiences.

Vibrating energy in a simple touch, reaching out to those who love so much.

Shark eyed frenzy of the mixers, a strange girl grasps at me to fix her.

The look of love lingers across glassy eyes, such honest expressions do not lie.

 

You reach for my hand and our fingers intertwine, cradled together we are divine.

The stars dance with us, and the flowers sway, imprints left behind to stay.

Our bodies move together as though they are one, we dance until the music is done.

Impressionable lips pressed against mine, embraces that strengthen and stop time.

We hesitantly retire to our abode, safe in the night, our feelings explode.

The music does not stop with the drums, but within our depths, sacred hearts hum.

 

Rhythms move across the sky, and seeking sleep, they distract however we try.

Three cats comfort and join the connection; we dig deeper and deeper into self-reflection.

Silken and soft, stroke by stroke, pipe after pipe, the ease of the toke.

Surviving smoke billowing upwards in waves and whirls, leaving a strong stench wrapped up in my curls.

Puzzle pieced together we fit, skin brushing skin, igniting, we are lit.

Nuzzling and squeezing, how close we can be. The wheezing cat purrs loudly to heightened energy.

 We laugh, and bask in the heat, bringing us to peace and sleep.

 

When fur and flesh melt into breaths,

and the internal bell tolls at every hour, surrounded by the warmth of caress,

slowly rising rays come to empower.

Stretching claws kneed the fabric, enticing us to stay,

it is a tough temptation to overcome, when curled toes unfurl one by one.

Especially when after hitting the snooze on devices close by, it is here that my cat Lorenzo should lie.

His fluff muffles its blasting tones, causing me to arise well past noon.

Comforting moments do cause some delay, but the life in the journey and trip compel us forward each

day.

Some Words - A Jumbled Poem - January 25, 2012

Some Words
By: Sarah A. Perlitz

Pressed petals in Shakespeare’s pages
Timeless words surpass the ages

Potted thoughts grow into ash                                  
                                 or was it cash?

Pin-pricked lips, satin tinsel
Traverse affects within a stencil

Trickled treason country dresses
Slipped in with truffled tresses.

Barren branches twist and creak,
Raindrops seeping into leaks

Ciabatta bread in the bakery
And what kind of name is Thackery?

Church bells bringing singing song
They help to move the day            along

A Palace full of Challice (s)
                                                                          or more

A quote on my light switch by Dumbledore.

Searing embers of sage,
Billow smoke with every page.

Can you see the daytime moon?

Has magic left all too soon?
[Is there magic to every breath in tune?]
Is it really for an end?
Can you tell me where real life began?

Phallic fallacies, immeasurable
Vacant vineyards,
Woven woe
I’ve yet to see 2 feet of snow.

Dried up leaves: red and brown,
Help to wash the water down.
Questions answer what is sought
Judgments cannot be fought.

Words jumbled into phrases,
[as] simple letters on the pages.

Daisy - A Sonnet from 2003

 Daisy
By: Sarah A. Perlitz

As the autumn wind shifts through the trees,

I long to stroll beside the bay;

Flutter and dance they in the breeze,

Much I yearn for the month of May.

For in this month, it brings sweet sorrow,

‘Tis cycle of old, of all endurance.

A timeless glance until the morrow,

‘Till next season, when, with reassurance

Come hither, again, in vague resurrection,

With water flowing, the undying power,

Sprinkles on thy lips, in complete satisfaction,

To dispense on a never-ending hour.

For often when chores do get hazy,

I’ll disappear to my field of daisy.

 

 

 

The Wise Old Oak - An Older Poem of Mine - Circa 2010

The Wise Old Oak

                             By: Sarah A. Perlitz

It starts with a seed as did you and me,
just the right kind of soil it must be.

With tender care the earth doth give
loving nurture for this seed to live.

Springing from the ground it propels,
with roots growing deep in its youth it excels.

Up to the sky it flourishes and flowers,
its tough bark and trunk show mighty power.

Long lives our friend, the Wise Old Oak,
who sadly outlasts many stocks of folk.

The years come and go, and by and by
Harsh torments do fall from the sky.

Lightning, Fire, Floods and Rain
and the treachery of the great hurricane.

This tree shows no signs of affliction or pain
It stands its ground firmly, tall, strong, and proud

For better or for worse…
Alas here is the origin for my verse.

For seasons go on as you know they must,
however it is within your heart you should always trust.

With assurance from the coming of dawn
be certain all things in life do carry on.

Now lift your eyes upward to the sky
and don’t let another minute pass you by.

 

Taken

Taken

By Sarah A Perlitz

Chiseled ceiling, humming halls

A brush of steel, a sharp face,

Fire searing, crispy flesh,

Firm hands hold me into place.

Chilling metal, tearing stones.

My heart races. I am alone.

Breathing forward, falling back

Blood seeps through gaping cracks

This taken life cannot come back.


Hum Drum

Hum Drum

By: Sarah A Perlitz

Hollow, humming and drumming

Steel cold metal, turning and yearning

A bit of oil to ease the ride,

While dark coal and ember burn inside.

Ever moving,

Moving forward,

To begin the journey to the end.

Bones and screws that twist and bend

And words try to heal what cannot mend.