Between The Kisses And Distances
What is that shape now taking place out there?
If distance could have a name it would be passion
A hunger for my love as she draws near
Eye candy on the wind is fashioned
Distances grow remote, in a faraway place
Filled with emptiness and the unknown
I’m fevered, with anxiety, until I see her face
Until she is here with me and safe at home
I study every step my precious love makes
Coming from the distance brings her closer still
A small figure against what a vast landscape takes
Hair flowing out along the cliffs and hills
Between the kisses and distances mysteries are born
Like magic she appears with glowing face and smiles
Our love will keep us fireplace warm
To savor Valentine embraces and kisses along the miles
Created on 1/21/15 for Mystic Rose’s – “Magic Kisses And Valentine Wishes” – Poetry contest
She was a bag full of crazy
My silly candy girl
Combination of sweet
With long flowing curls
A vision for my eyes
My box of Craker Jacks
Revealing special prize
I held her for a little while
I guess she wasn't mine
My passion devoured
A treat on which she dined
I wonder where she finally went
This vision from my mind
My silly candy girl
could never be defined
Written by Richard Lamoureux
I chose this on because it reminds me
of what it was like to be young.
The form is Quatrain with a twist each stanza is 8/6/6/6
She was my dream before I could dream,
She is my sun, my moon, my stars.
She’s the air in every breath I breathe,
She is the true Queen of my heart.
She is my warrior princess,
She is each moment of my time,
She’s the crimson coursing through my veins,
She is my art, my prose, my rhyme.
She is my strength to face the world,
She is my sword and shield.
She is my vulnerability,
At her whim, hurt or healed.
She is my missing jigsaw piece,
My half-soul’s one true mate.
She is my morn and starry night,
She’s my destiny, my fate.
She is my very Eden,
Where I’m Adam, she’s my rib,
God’s gift to me right from the first,
My Eve, my cause to live.
It’s her I’ve loved since time’s first dawn,
Yet veiled for years before
That first glance, yes, I knew her face,
And it’s her I’ll love forever more.
First, let me say I'm sorry
This isn't your fault, it's mine
I don't feel for you what you feel for me
And I know that seems so unkind
But, the passion we used to have
I don't feel it anymore
The flame that burned inside of us
Has dwindled to nothing, and nothing more
I'm sorry for you, who came out of the blue
I fell in love with a girl, but my love is no longer true.
Many features attract many together.
Lovely curve, a good front or any the eye can gather
Love I found in the face of my lady.
So smooth, ripples from its centre,
A perfect delight to behold from angle any.
Eyes glowing like sprightly stars
Emitting light that makes any soul stare.
Lips gliding with such perfect harmony
Revealing such a splendid virginity.
A spot on its left to single out hers from the rest.
‘Tis delight had no flaw but gave me only joy.
My ultimate awe came from the ball at the centre.
Quite round but extended with two smaller stems.
This ball was the epic of all expressions;
Twitching consciously with any change in tone.
It is the blessing divinity bestowed
For me the true state of things to know.
This ball always disclosed everything
And conceals not even the secret things.
No matter how hard the bearer tries.
Curves a bit upwards when sad,
Status quo when things were so,
Widens a bit when surprised. Tints a little pink,
When the heart becomes blue.
Such fun with all truth loved I the most.
She's been gazing, staring, all the night long
I've been scared, sheepish, stupid, and sad
I'm kissing her after the next love song
If my insecurities aren't that bad.
She's so effervescent, she doesn't know
It's not even about the looks, it's deep.
I swear I'm looking into her soul, woah!
Into this mystery I'll glide, don't weep.
Come on Derrick, it's time to rise and shine
Be the man, be the love, be the best, try.
She deserves it, make her smile just divine
Look at the mistletoe, over her, high.
Here I go, no longer holding this back
"Hello, you are beautiful, and you glow.
I know how I sound, I sound like a quack.
But please, one kiss, under the mistletoe."
My hands are embedded in your skin,
And your body is rambling,
To the sea of a thousand waves,
> I am a boat ...
I have the heart that fails,
Engraving on the ocean, my wake
When under the terms of travel
You also ondoies the hips
... If it is falling into oblivion
After the course of the hills
Fingers hanging with saline scents
On the pleated waves of your bed,
When the desire is resting
It has neither beginning, nor end,
But resurrects while whith its whole hunger,
It combines us, and overlays us ...
My mouth keeps in mind,
The taste of passion in fruits,
Always present in the heart of the night
> Shining Path of the walkway.
--- ( own translation from french )
" Le sentier lumineux du promenoir"
Mes mains se sont incrustées dans ta peau,
Et ton corps qui divague,
A la mer aux mille vagues,
Je suis un bateau...
J'ai le coeur qui flanche,
A graver sur l'océan, mon sillage,
Quand aux termes du voyage,
Tu ondoies aussi des hanches,
...Si c'est basculer dans l'oubli,
Après le parcours les collines,
Les doigts accrochés de senteurs salines,
Aux ondes plissées de ton lit,
Quand le désir se repose,
Il n'a ni commencement, ni fin ,
Mais ressuscite, tout à sa faim,
Il nous combine, et superpose ...
Ma bouche garde en mémoire,
Le goût de la passion, en fruits,
Toujours présent, au coeur de la nuit,
> Sentier lumineux de promenoir.
In culture of love tenderness abounds
Those loved have plenty of respect given
True friendship gives pure love without a sound
Loving pride shows their lives as driven
They walk in the moonlight on a stone path
Moon is cascading its light onto them
Pleasure and peace is felt instead of wrath
She’s given a rose, with thorns on the stem
This night love is shared between the couple
Beauty lights up from the moon’s gracious glow
Culture allows romance that’s quite subtle
Two hearts meld to one, love beats, and they know
The romance within the land is truthful
Love bleeds from the rose thorns, the passion builds
The heart doesn’t leave without feeling full
Power is the strength of the love that they wield
Entrant into Mystic Rose's "Be My Valentine" contest
A black-haired dirty thinker
your words invade my head;
where lust and thirst become me
and love will see me dead.
Your body build a sailing ship.
Your keel at my back.
Your nods upon the ocean-
my death from your attack.
A bum to form a segment.
A fruit as firm as day.
A touch to stun the surface.
A helm to clear the way.