Winter Rain

I am standing by my window as I watch the rain pouring down.

Its days like these I love the most because it transcends

The emotions I feel inside,

Rain cascading as they fell in droplets on the parking area

Outside my window, little puddles starting to be created.

Grey clouds turning darker, as people outside are running to find

A hiding place, no escaping the rain as we trample through it,

Cars driving by as their windshields been wiped by their wipers.

Some are in their houses, some in their offices,

Me I am sitting and watching as the water collide downwards.

Tears from heaven coming down to bless us.

The feeling of water tapping down your forehead,

As the rain start to fall harder and louder.

Rainy winter days are here again,

Do you hear it, the sound of water falling on rooftops?

Making us want to be in our beds waiting till the winter rain

Has passed us by.

No more sunshine for the next three months as Cape Town winter

Hits in June running all the way through to August.

I love the winter rain, as I would always take slow walks

Getting that first fresh smell in the air, that is what rain brings,

That solitude, those feelings of newness.

Something that no one else can bring fought,

That is what winter rain brings solitude and contentment.

29/06/2011

Passion Propels My Dreams

Inside my dreams you live in the deepness,

         You’re strong arms around my waist

As I cover you with  mine.

         Holding it in front of me,

As we become entwine in each other’s embrace.

        The passion that propels my dreams,

Everything about you makes me turn lustful,

         Whether it’s love or just the feeling

Of being with someone, releasing me with the pain,

          Of my hormones taking me to another place,

That is where I found you, in the embrace of my dreams,

          Never crowding me, but holding me

Never leaving me for another’s arms,

           Never clinging to you as another would,

But feeling as one. As our hearts beat with each thud,

          Soft sultry music flowing through the air,

As our heart play the same violin strings,

          In perfect harmony.

As pouring rain come crashing down us,

           We never stepped away, but holding close

To one another, as lips and wet skin never stopping us.

           The passion that propels through our dreams,

Becomes a heaven that only we would ever feel.

Copyright C Davids
22/06/2011

Thursday Poets Rally week #47 ( 28/06/2011- 06/07/2011)

Flowing pen

The flow of my pen

Gently travelling and mesmerizing

Each outline so tenderly,

Soft tissue underneath my thumb,

As I come find myself

 On a journey upon new discoveries.

He who hasn’t been in my place yet,

Must be idiotic to have left your side.

There masculinity couldn’t confined,

That you’re a precious jewel,

Not to be broken or tampered with,

My gentle pen is drawing a map

Upon your skin, as my lips leaves

Tracks of places I want to endeavour

My inner emotions burning with desire

As I felt you’re body heating under my pen,

My fingers leaving space for my lips,

To taste, too explore on a natures trail.

There are no marks of bruises left by my pen,

I make you feel like you’re a woman,

That deserves to be loved and to be romanced.

The flow of my pen, never empty.

Due to the slow love making of our touches,

Our eyes locked, intense and full of lust.

This is how I want to show you my passion,

Your body that my lips have drawn a map,

Does my words leak from mind as it

Does on your smooth silky skin,

I want my touching to be like a beautiful song,

That flows from my pen.

Copyright  C Davids

22/06/2011

A language of Love

Caressing your tender heart

With words spoken with love.

As it flows of the tongue and mix

With the passion and the desire

That holds our love together,

I want to embrace you,

Cover you endure you with passion.

Steaming words caressing and

Creating a flutter right down

In the pit of your stomach.

As I lay my love in your arms,

A language of love,

Spoken with the emotions

Of what enlighten within me,

You spark the candles with your eyes,

Holding me and loving me.

Words of a language that devours

My tongue, loving you with all

That I am, the feeling of rebirth

Has been born out of our love

For one another and the only

Language I want to speak to you

For many years to come.

A language of love.

In Spanish

Un lenguaje de amor

Acariciando su corazón tierno
Con palabras de amor.
A medida que fluye de la lengua y la mezcla
Con la pasión y el deseo de la
Que tiene nuestro amor juntos,
Quiero abrazarte,
Cubierta que soportar que con pasión.
Palabras acarician y vapor
La creación de un aleteo derecha abajo
En la boca del estómago.
Pues pongo mi amor en sus brazos,
Un lenguaje del amor,
Hablado con las emociones
De lo ilumine dentro de mí,
Que la chispa de las velas con sus ojos,
Que me sostiene y amarme.
Palabras de una lengua que devora
Mi lengua, amarte con todo
Que soy yo, el sentimiento de renacimiento
Ha nacido fuera de nuestro amor
Uno para el otro y sólo el
Lengua que quiere hablar con usted
Durante muchos años por venir.
Un lenguaje del amor.

Enchantment

Enchantment

Your touch masculine and tender,

Bristling on my shoulder as your tongue

Leaves a tender longing, moulding me into you.

A touch enchanting as lips moves

From shoulder up to my jaw line,

As you capture the bottom of my lips,

Wanting you to explore each part of my mouth,

Devouring me, that familiar taste,

More harder, rougher, yet passionately

Smouldering, my senses alerting me,

That I once were touched in every curve,

In every part of my naked form.

By the one my heart were connected to.

As we both without taking a minute longer.

As we rush to see each others naked bodies,

Sweating from our foreheads,

As we touch each other in familiar places.

Like I have recorded it in memory.

As your lips burn onto my skin.

Touching and placing your thumbs underneath my bosoms.

As you delicately went to grab one nipple

Into your mouth,

Our eyes never leaving.

As your arousal were pressed against my womanhood.

Undressing me from my underwear,

As you gently lay me down.

That fiery passionate look in your eyes.

The green turned darker as a smile crest upon your lips.

Your masculine body lay upon mine,

As your manhood reached inside of me,

That familiar feeling of being with you.

Of having that moment of pure ecstasy.

As you thrush and hold me in your broaden embrace.

Nothing feminine of what once was in an enchanting lovemaking.


My Entry for Poetry Potluck #48 ,

“Passionate Nights of Love”

Living Through The Pages

I was about six years old when my mother took
Me into this big place filled with books,
As I was walking down the rows and rows
Of many books, I started to get that feel
Of the pages as I flip through them one by one.
Its rainy days I learn how to walk there
Alone on my eight year old birthday,
Mom saw me coming as my bag was filled
With lots of books with bright colours and pictures,
School projects came I was first to shoot up my finger
As I know I was about to discover the world
Of an encyclopaedia, I would see my schoolmates
Damage books, as they would tear the inner pages,
It crushed me how despicable and disrespectful they were.
As I got older those picture books became love tales,
Mystery, suspense, I learn more and more about
The reason why books are there
It’s educational and also entertaining,
As I would read tons of books per week,
Later my mind would want to follow
Wherever this writer is taking his characters,
I would slowly write down the author’s names
For future references,
Who ever knew that deep within my subconscious?
A budding writer was living,
Trying to put myself on that journey
As I dig for love and creativity
Distinguishing the two together I knew then
That books was going to be my life.
Living through the pages of my own journey.

13/06/2011

© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

Poetry Picnic Week #13 Childhood, Dreams, Books, and Role Models,

Forever & Almost

There's a song in my soul,
There's words being printed in the shape of my heart,
In the corner of my mind I know
That if this melody starts to get
Composed and restructured in the shape of
what I know our love could be.
Its like forever and almost.
We had the forever,
But the almost came and took you away,
As words developed from the lyrics written upon my heart,
I'll tell you this I'll wait patiently,
Just come by and drop in,
Then I'll know you still care about me.
That its not forever and almost,
That its forever and always.

8/6/2011

© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

Thursday Poets Rally #46 ( 16/6/2011-22/6/2011)

Thanks To Jingle & Poets Rally for the award

I nominate Blaga (Broken Sparkles)

Creative Minds

this is a short poem for the love

and the creativity that floods

through our minds.

we enter challenges as such

as Poets Rally, that is

that developed from the

creative minds of Jingle &

her amazing group of officials.

:)

Love Lifted Me

His love has carried me through the darkest hours
Of my life,
When I couldn’t see far beyond
The distant shores,
When Hell was hanging over my head,
I knew its either I swim to that shore or give up trying.
As I hear this singing voices far beyond
As my eyes could see,
Nothing,
But I know I heard the voices,
So beautifully as the words cling to me,
Love lifted me,
When nothing else could,
Love lifted me.
It’s in that moment as the darkness of hell was washed away,
I found my head under water,
But I saw a bright light from deep down as I look up,
Trying hard to catch air in my lungs without,
Any warning I saw a hand reaching out to me,
A vision of a beautiful angelic angel,
As the words came back,
Love lifted me
When nothing else could,
God send out his angels to save a wreck like me.
In his eyes I was someone worthy to be loved and saved
From the chains of the past.

9/06/2011

© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

Poetry Potluck Week #41, "Saints, Monks and Meditation"!!

A Jewel From Above

As I walked down a lonely path,
Struggling to find my foot on the spiritual path,
Lost in my depression and my own understanding,
I come upon a poem written by my
Surrogate mother CherryOnTop,
Her words reached a deeper level
Of what christ can do for me
And also be for me,
She inspires me with her words,
She took me under her wing
When I needed it most,
I believe in destiny,
That God has made me reach out
To this amazing being
I thank my Father up above
For showing me in her direction,
I believe I've found a Jewel,
Thank you Lord, for showing her to me alone.

20/05/2011

 © Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

Hidden Tears

Hidden Tears

There you go again,

Putting on that smile,

When the world knows

You're broke inside,

Life has its ups and downs.

We all fight to hold onto

A better tomorrow,

Tonight will come when you

Let the tears fall,

Your pillow wet of yester years

Memories, burdens upon you

Beautiful scarred heart.

You are doing this or that

Putting your former lovers

Cares before your own.

Putting yours last at all cost,

But you can only be strong

So long before you break down.

At some point, at some time

Those tears will break loose

And once that happens,

She will find new hope

And love at the same time.

 

20/05/2011

© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

Poetry Potluck theme of this week #46 “Love and its not being there” !!!...  

All The Way

When one’s heart is filled with materialism,
When one has only faith within its own strength,
To have the world within his hands,
To have ambition, fame and wealth.

Within him still something unclaimed,
But still remain a place so vacant,
Unfilled by its highest earthly claim.

Its then Jesus reached out his hand,
“Come seek my love”, Jesus said,
I left the world of all its materialism
Behind me,
To follow Jesus All The Way.

20/05/2011

 © Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

Poetry Picnic ,Week #1  :Theme "Adam & Eve " ,

Playing In The Rain

Dull and grey that's how it is
When you a little rug rat wanting
To be out side enjoying the rain,
Mommy isn't watching I grab my raincoat into my red boots I got
In the beginning of winter,
Mommy warned saying,
Don't play in the rain you smile
Nodding your little head as your pig tails bounce with you
Gallop, splash, you jump into the mud
Mommy isn't here so I'll make myself
Happy by playing in the rain,
Turning myself around and around
As I see my friends all coming
Enjoying the water and we start to giggle, as little Rose fell flat on her bum.
Mommy is gonna get upset I know,
But my little hands wants to play with the mud, baking mud cookies,
As Carter comes sneaking up behind me,
Doh, on my head,
My small hand felt the wet and cold of the mud, as tears start to form
In my eyes, I knew Mommy wasn't going to laugh,
It wasn't long I saw Mommy standing by the gate ,

as all my friends scattered home leaving me there to fend for my own.

13/05/2011

© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

The Warrior

The Warrior

There are things I haven’t told you yet,

Things I never thought I would ever get to say,

Love I have been fighting these terrible beast,

That never leaves my side,

As a knight I thought one day

I can hang up the armour,

Shed the tough exterior

And shove or send away my sword

Not too fend in honour of my fair lady.

I forgot to tell you,

As I am sitting here on this rusty bed,

In this broken down shack.

As I look far away with tired eyes.

Legs that cant even walk a mile anymore.

Love, as you know I am a warrior fighting

All trails and enemies off not to get near the fair lady.

But if I have one chance, if I could get one more chance

To be with you, and to hold you and to love you

As you should, I will give up this entire thing

Just to be with you,

Because you are the one that burns the fire in me.

I vow this to you My Love.

12/05/2011

© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

 

Where Faith Leads Me

We believe in so many things
In the seen and unseen,
We believe in destiny, soul mates, kindred spirits,
But where does our faith come from,
Where do we get enough courage to believe?
In something unseen.

To believe in His Divine Love,
In His Comfort, In His Strength,
All these things are hidden from eyesight,
But within Us, He Lives.

That is where our faith comes from,
Where our Faith in Him who Died four our sins
That is where faith leads me,
To believe in something that is there
But it is something I feel within.

Deep down in our hearts of heart
We rely on our faith that our paths
Will one day cross our soul mates?
Two lost souls that is currently on
A journey of its own,

But yet they’re Faith in meeting
Doesn’t decipher because they believe
In the Divine Love of His Spirit
That dwells in each of us.
10/05/2011


  © Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

Passing By

“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.” – Lao Tzu

All the pain one endures
Sitting with all the sadness
The anger, resentment within one self,
When we get to that startling epiphany
Of now I have carried on too long
By dwelling on the painful torture
Of the past, of recreating the pain
People inflicted upon my soul.
As I stand by the end of my journey
The end of the new life I could endure.
Circling around on what I have had,
What I have lost, when I let go
Of what I am, of what I once was,
The love I stopped feeling,
The hurt, the brokenness
I become what God wants me to be
I become what I might be,
I become the woman who has strength
I become the philosopher that knows
Where she is going,
No more just a passer by
Or a drifter, but standing
On the holy ground that lead me
To who I can be again.


05/05/2011

 © Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

The Shape Of My Heart/Rose

The Shape Of My Heart/Rose

A heart shape in three diagonal,
Broken inside, nothing to heal
To complete the loss of losing you,
When I look back on the things I’ve done.
Trying to push you aside,
When I knew I needed you,
I confess to the wrongs I’ve done,
There’s nothing more to hide,
Then to show you the shape of my heart.
They say a rose is a flower,
A delicate desire of ones love for another,
But to me it’s a heart afraid to be broken,
It’s the dream of a lover that never takes
The chance of learning to open
And receive God’s blessings.
A red rose that blossom in your eyes.
Love is a feeling shaped in hearts and roses.

05/05/2011

© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

The Storm Within

There's a storm inside of me,
There’s a voice telling me
This life isn't worth living anymore.
I try so hard to get better;
I chase people away that want to help me,
But I let that thunderous voices control my mind.
Deep inside I'm questioning myself, about love,
About being someone anyone would ever love.
I've lost the love of my life;
My heart got ripped out and jumped on.
All everyone tells me this will pass.
It doesn't pass, it never heals,
Nothing can heal me because I feel lost and alone,
Drifting to a place where I seem to go more often then any
Other place in this life,
People blaming me for crap that I'm not even apart of.
Each day seem more lifeless as the day before,
The smile I once upon a time had is now in a frown,
The glowing hazel brown eyes have become dead.
Like there's no life in it.
I want to say my soul is well, that its still,
But I can't its a raging storm blowing all good away.
Happiness doesn't attract me.
It makes me sadder.
I don't know if I can live another day,
With this pain in my spirit, broken,
Alone and tossed away by the hands of humans.
There's a storm inside of me,
Will this storm within me ever clear.

27/04/2011
© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

Imagine Me & You

Imagine two souls coming from different
Parts in this big city.
Two sets of eyes locking
Slowly, deep within those darks brown eyes,
Capturing a whiff of their odour up you nostrils.
Standstill emotions applied, your heart rate.
Bouncing, thudding, slowly moving.
Just imagine that one person.
That one girl that could make your heart
Go erratic, by just her looking at you.
Imagine you and me, just the two of us
Walking hand in hand,
Loving the feel of your fingers
Crest in mine, as I lift it up above
Swinging it back and forth.
Just imagine if it was just you and I,
How much fun wouldn’t it have been?
There you are passing me once again.
Walking down the path of my home.
With someone else,
Your eyes are burn inside my conscious.
Imagine baby if it was just you and I
We would love and hold onto
This great feeling I know you feel,
When you pass me by and give me
That special smile, that sexy one.
That one that makes my knees weak,
Those lips I want to touch and run my finger over.
Just imagine you and me forever.

© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

Its out & its real, please check it out

To get this book here is the link: Step Into My Shoes

ANTHOLOGY AUTHORS

Dear Anthology Authors,

 

I would like to thank you very much for the heartfelt and superior poetry, letters, essays, narratives, articles, and quotes. Each of you submitted remarkable pieces that reflect your creativity and compassion toward a cause that affects us all personally or as a society. I’m positive that Step Into My Shoes: Expressions from the LGBTQ Community will be a voice that speaks coherently and compellingly to an audience around the world. Your words will adjust some negative attitudes, fortify some timorous spirits, clarify some confusing thoughts, ignite some indifferent banter, and arouse some interesting dialogue.

                                                                                                            Tonja

This anthology has united gay and straight authors, poets, writers, bloggers, photographers, activists, and professionals from all over the world. Meet a few of the contributors who graciously submitted their work to be included in an anthology that represents humanity, equality and compassion.

Anthology Contributors

                                                                                                                                                                                   

                         

RABBI DAVID HOROWITZ

Louie Crew

LAURA MARTINELLI

ISAAC HERNANDEZ

JASON MURPHY

            SHEBA

ADITYA BONDYOPADHYAY

..... LAUREN MARIE WARD

RAJEEV MASAND

TWOCUPS2000

ASHLEY NIEDZWIECKI

CATLISTENING

SAMIR WARTAK

DANA LE PAGE

DIVINE DEVIL

SANJAY N. LULLA

T..................................... ....................................................................... RAVIS

DEREK FOX

HARISH IYER

HEATHER TRAHAN

KIRK SUNDERMAN

L. J. BLEVINS

LEA JEFFIRE

JOHN OF ALLFAITH

JEREMY HALINEN

SCOTT FARROW

TONJA DUDLEY BAGWELL

CHIMNESE DAVIDS

TREY MALICOAT

NANCY SQUIRES

ALENA SCOTT

SAM THOMAS

HAZEL SMITH

DAVEY WAVEY

JEANNE ANGEL ST. CYR

MIKE

WRITER L. BUSH

STEPHANIE FRYE

DEEP

YVAN J. HUTIN

Our Sensual Lovemaking

 Its that moment I first look into your eyes,

As that beautiful smile caress your lips,

I knew at that moment all I want is to

Taste you, to hold you and to make you

Feel what desire you in still inside me,

That butterflies in my stomach,

When you look at me with love in your eyes,

It’s that moment I first shared with you,

Showing you what sensual desires hits me

Whenever I am near you,

As our  lust filled eyes were focus on each other.

I kissed her with eased passion,

As we undressed each other.

When I laid you down on the white satin sheets,

Dark eyes hover above her own,

Softly I kissed you, as I make sure

You’re okay, you nod your head.

I am dying too touch every core of you,

As my finger tips stroke your body,

Caressing your breast as I can feel the nub

Underneath my finger wanting me

To taste it, my head in between the bosoms

Of your beautiful shaped breast,

You looked into my eyes, as yours turn darker,

I knew at that moment what is coming next,

As we both underneath the soft silky sheets.

Our tongues devouring there other,

Our first time of sweet love making,

Worshipping your body, as it should.

The moans in my ears, the biting on my bottom lip,

“Please.” Came from your lips,

As my hands find way cupping you wet centre.

Fingers dip & pressed, but not completely entering,

Causing louder moans coming from the girl.

She shifted her hip as, gasping with pleasure

As fingers slid through her heated core.

The rhythm of your breathing and the tender heartbeat,

Under me, giving me a beat,

Her tears, her moans, were like music to my ears.

The feeling of my tongue on her clit

And two extra fingers inside her

Was more then what she could handle.

Her stomach was tightened as the desire

Of lovemaking explodes within her,

A long shuddered scream, as her body

Violently raked over and over.

Meaning :

To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the making of bread.

Real love is the love that sometimes arises after sensual pleasure: if it does, it is immortal; the other kind inevitably goes stale, for it lies in mere fantasy.

Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections, as leaves are to the life of trees. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

I am a writer who happens to love women. I am not a lesbian who happens to write.


My Inspiration came from sensual love ballads, i use to it let the words fill me & explore places i have never been, this is my entry for Poetry Potluck Week # 39 "Inspired by a song"