When fields gleam aureate and song birds sing
and transient stars in clusters scintillate,
when sweet perennials are coaxed by spring
to blossom forth, he comes with sprightly gait.
He wends his way along the mountain trails
past opalescent rush of streams and rills,
goat-footed, on the paths that ribbon dales
and wind around and up and down small hills.
Then nymphs appear as, through the woods, he trips
to flower-smitten meadows. Fancy-free,
he leads them with his reed held to his lips,
till blithely they embrace his rhapsody.
So hear the music; watch the wood nymphs spin. . .
Then captured by sheer merriment, join in!
For Nathan A.'s ANY POEM GOES Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich
In twilight, old songs you're softly humming
Silken smiles enliven your lovely face
Beguiling my present still, becoming
in everything, sweeter than granted grace
Deep your eyes, beheld above the stillness
of mystic mien, dismissing every voice
Caresses known in sadness and in illness
in bounty cherished, if you make the choice
Alluringly, you draw the bedroom curtain
and sing in softest voice of violins
Of languid looks and outcome certain
as old as Eve, the ancient dance begins
Sway, your heated honey scent of passion
and poise, anticipating kiss conceived
shall return my longing, in your fashion
and make my life ten times a joy perceived
Great grows my love to see your moves entrance
and weave with siren song the ancient dance
First version January 23, 2014
Revised and lengthened February 28, 2015
Copyright © Roy Jerden
My Muse, I So Abuse
My muse crying loudly, please write this way
I replied laughing, that will be the day
She storms off in a most indignant huff
I shouting at her, damn isn't that tough?
No fear, she always runs as she returns
she my heart so loves, as my mind she burns
I, that often sit on cold bed of stones
She, poetic judge that often breaks bones!
Dead of night she cuddles up to me near
utters words, sweet nothings and a cold fear
I inquire, but my heart you love so dear
She shouts, that was a folly from last year!
My muse and I play wicked cat and mouse
She may be the roof but I am the House!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-26- 2014
note: My muse is a vindictive little tramp
she makes me kneel humbly before she lights the lamp!
Copyright © Robert Lindley
A Rainbow Sings
Prismatic rainbow graces sky many ways
with brilliant hues of multicolored rays
picturesque goniochromism sings to decorate
a ketch with Tyrian purple sails out late
Sepia hue tinges this kaleidoscopic scene
monolexemic shades threaten to richly preen
majestic phenomena seen in sky embraces
mists, vanishing clouds and aurorae traces
A Rayleigh Scattering sets rainbow apart
miracle that sends opalescence to impart
this sky mingling multitude of colors now
as red, orange, purple and yellow take bow
Interwoven within this prismatic awe inspiring view
The hopes and dreams of gentle poets like me and you!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-10-2014
Copyright © Robert Lindley
A Lover's Query
I cannot love thee any more , nor less
hast thou not thrilled to my nightly embrace
cried about sins I faithfully confess
in shock at my previous sinner's race?
Nay, fair lady think me not a high fool
a master of deceit that sells my charm
tormentor in words so very cruel
ruffian that scurries about to harm!
My lady, looks at me the cock that crows
that preens in the morning to please the Sun
strutting, pleasing your eyes as our love grows
do you speak soft and I come on a run?
Do we not share this secret lover's bond?
Secret nights of which you are very fond?
Robert J. Lindley 08-25-2014
Copyright © Robert Lindley
My Lady Requests So Much
Shall I splash love into your gay heart
gift a golden treasure beneath your feet
setting my sail into your longing chart
my heart quickly pulsating to your beat
Shall I chain my mind to your sexy dream
clouds of hope wrapped deep into your quests
Tasting the sweetest drops from your steam
slavishly hold each of your love requests
Shall I now set my hopes onto your all
embracing your charms every night's feast
Set my heart to your every beck and call
worship your beauty as a loyal priest
Nay, my love I shall gift to you with strings
Requesting songs of your love that rings!
Robert J. Lindley 08-28-2014
note: All requests are granted.
I that trades love for love find a
treasure beyond all measure!
Copyright © Robert Lindley
Sunrise, Heaven And Nature Conspire!
At sunrise, when morn breaks into sweet day
Darkness,eases into another far lost realm
Light returns to splendor in its bright way
Sun-ship glowing,celestial giant at the helm!
We that rise up to see this wondrous event
soak in its beauty, holding its glory fast
Our future embraced and our past thus spent
each day's memories and hopes sail at last!
Heaven and Nature conspire to give that gift
hours await to explore life's great dreams
Darkness fled,giving again blessed day shift
full of promises riding magnificent streams!
At sunrise, when morn breaks into its sweet day
Earth gives man more time to love, dance and play!
Robert J. Lindley
Old sonnet, perhaps mid/late 70's.
Had no date on it.. Certainly was at an
optimistic time in my young life.
Copyright © Robert Lindley
I believe that God invented dance
because I've seen the horses prance,
and watched dancers intertwine;
a dance by moonlight is divine.
I've giggled as the swirl of leaves
surrendered to an autumn breeze;
thrilled at the dolphin's smooth line
gliding freely through moonlit brine .
I've mocked the robin's bob and run
in comic search for wiggle worm;
winked at stars in heaven's design,
whose dance in moonlight is divine.
Such joyful movement will enchant;
I'm glad that God invented dance.
Copyright © Cona Adams
The din of cheers will die to dusk, in life
the dance will end; we take the bow
from this tall tale - goodbye to strife
at end of day- our story’s done now
we say, we had our chance, we had our dance.
Shall I now say you had me in a twirl-
locked in your embrace I felt my once
shy moves – slow waltz in time; but now that girl
you knew, to your final tune will dance no more,
will dance no more – for life is calling- the sequel
must begin; who knows where it will lead, what store
of dreams will unfold the applause we crave, or quell
the tide of hope that’s bubbling, in spring awaiting
that season of reaping to glorious sunshine, minds mating.
Copyright © Sherese Gooden
Will you dance, if I gently hold your hand?
Lean on me, for I will not let you fall
It's not hard, it's like learning how to stand
Don't be shy, close your eyes and give your all
Will you smile, if I whisper in your ear?
I will tell you the secrets in my heart
It's okay, there's nothing for you to fear
I'm the painter, and you my work of art
Will you love me until the day I die?
I will love you forever and a day
We cannot let this feeling pass us by
It's just funny that love should start this way
Don't be shy, close your eyes my darling wife
Will you dance if I promise you're my life?
Copyright © Larry Belt
It’s raining, it’s raining
Come see the peacock dance
How beautiful it looks
With its wings that look like small, feathery fans
When it starts to rain
It’s beautiful to see the peacocks dance
We love to gaze at the beautiful sight
And do not want to miss the chance
It’s such a wonder
To see them dance so gracefully
That we should accept to surrender
Our pride when we see them dance
We should not cut tress
So that we can see them dance in peace
Copyright © BENEDICT JOHN
O for the skills to calm a flighty horse.
Compact its trombone limbs with reins and legs.
Exact perfection without noticeable force,
all trouble and delight that beauty begs.
One horse, one rider, indivisible;
sky-born with earth-bound duty to endorse.
Control from legs and seat must be invisible,
obeying smooth transitions on the course.
Struck by awe, crowds watch, as in a trance
a pleasure trip controlled by aids precise.
Such liveliness contained in equine dance,
by what divine device - this Paradise?
Each discipline involved must scarce be seen.
Before our eyes must seem a floating dream.
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney
Spring hastens with praise to gift me blessings
of sunlit stories and passion in beams.
Cold winter winds rise on raven’s bruised wings
circling high above lush valleys of dreams.
The morning skies birth sights of indigo;
then afternoon shines bright in cobalt blue
till late sun dips low tied in sapphire bows.
Lost childhood mirth stills with ebony hues.
Spring days please save me golden strands of light
to reminisce when I am older still.
One more hour of precious rays 'fore night
to drive away the clinging winter chill.
I’ll wish for sky's daystar to save a dance,
then hold me close in warmth of springtime’s trance.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
In the watery bed I float along
Soothing thoughts swirl aimlessly in my head
Blue green melting into a lovely song
Whispering trickles of words to be said
Dancing so beautifully on the toe
Ballerinas drown on their timely own
Spinning in circles big little and low
Wonderful and flowing let it be known
Small asters and rose petals float about
The aquatic surface so pure and smooth
Ripples and waves forcing me in and out
The differences in motion break and move
Watery eyes gazing into the sun
My journey of wet life has just begun
Copyright © Dana Christou
Dusk, the end of day, the soften bed of moonlight,
brings wild thoughts within its sultry shadows musing.
Belle Lune, fair damsel, bringing love and fright,
release my tongue-tied self, please allow my crooning.
Troubadours have strung the onyx sky with comet
tails glittering white, and bowed each string to unite
the pensive poet's heart and that of his fair coquette;
see them sway, a dance displayed amour in the moonlight.
Shadows deepen, have they left, thought hard, grown contrite
or has the moon, amused, drawn shadows 'round as gowns?
Will he rise at dawn, curtains drawn, write of the night?
The maid, the moon, the well so deep, the heat profound
calls to him in memory, now cooled by harsh light.
For now, there is, but the empty page of daylight.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi
Across the table they stared and yet not a word was heard
They saw into the soul of each, some would say 'that’s absurd'
The fingers of the lovers sparked, as they walked in unison
Through the door the lovers dance, as they danced they danced as one
The dance floor called the sheets so white; they slipped beneath them with joy
The lovers dance this love so deep between this girl and new found boy.
Each step they danced, each move they made the dance just carried on
Throughout the hours the thief stole time but no fear the magic would never be gone.
Between the sheets the lovers did dance and each step they both did feel
This rhythm in the lovers dance each undulation it now did heal
The lovers tango as yet unfulfilled, it kept them dancing hard and long
To complete the dance they both desired, this lover’s dance will never be wrong
The dance of the lovers, twisting and turning, as one their bodies entwine
The dance the lovers did complete, unabashed, unashamed and just divine.
© ~GG~ 03/03/2013
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl
While sunrise bathes the morning air
Adorning new dawn’s loveliness,
Where mild rain tints a crystal glare
To rouse new boughs through June’s finesse.
Aisle of florets displays its charm,
In brightest reds , in mildest blues
Unfurling waltzes that disarm
Showers of mist awash by hues.
And garlands dance to catch pearled drops,
That my feet twirl in revelry
When bubbles of dew glide and pop,
On clusters’ jig waking a lea.
As nightfall winks to calm the show
Blooms curtsy, praising Light’s halo.
Olive Eloisa's Blossoms and Bubbles Contest
Copyright © nette onclaud
With a kiss you said goodbye
And I know a kiss shouldn’t lie,
But yet, I see you by the fire
listening a boy playing his lyre.
The wind blows a bamboo’s flute,
You dance their song barefoot
Around a abandoned rustic bow,
Whirling an iron-tipped arrow,
I see why you didn’t want to go,
So return to kiss me a hello,
I will remove my shoes too
And join the hunting dance,
But if I give you a chance
Pierce me with a gold glance.
Copyright © João Camilo
It is crystal clear and right in front of you.
Mixed and matted in a haze so very clear.
Little spots and little dots are floating near.
They get closer and closer to pass through.
Once inside, new thoughts begin to spew.
Some are of joys and some you will fear.
Be rest assured most will make you cheer.
When it leaves there will be many a clue.
The day will set,
And night will fall,
This sign you get.
It’s a name you call.
So wake up and be clean and keen,
See the unforgettable as the unseen.
Copyright © Ann Rich
In A Hotel Room
In a hotel room, she lies, literally to herself.
Their meetings filled with desire are brief.
How can she put her dignity on a shelf
Lost, between the crumpled sheet.
As a friend I helplessly watch
As her happiness turns to shame
All the joy before is lost
Falling for this hoodlums game.
There is no love in a hotel room
Used for trysts and rendezvous
As she leaves she's filled with gloom
Not the girl that I once knew.
Players play for keeps
no conscience they can sleep.
Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver
The orchestra was loud when I walked in,
Performing a whimsical waltz by Strauss.
I picked a group of friends and settled-in,
And perused the fineries of the house.
The chandeliers were unevenly spaced,
Creating random spaces of shadows
Where intimate strangers chastely embraced,
And not-so-innocent virgins caroused.
A friendly acquaintance introduced me
To his available little sister.
Turned out she was charming and quite lovely,
So I gave up trying to resist her.
“I would be most honored, beyond measure;
If you’d care to dance, it’d be my pleasure.”
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday
LET’S DANCE AGAIN
Love, let’s dance again through the night,
let’s rekindle those great moments.
Waltz with me till the sun shines bright,
on the soft sands by the river.
Let me adore your lithe movements,
until my whole body shivers.
Whisper sweet nothings in my ears,
like the sea shells on the surf beach.
Fill my heart with eternal cheers,
let the moon shine upon your face.
Complete this man, you I beseech,
allow me back into your space.
Love, let’s dance again through the night,
Whisper sweet nothings in my ears.
Copyright © Ronald Zammit
She walked with grace through grassy meadows
pausing to smell the sensual fragrance
watching the rabbits dart down their barrows
their white tails flashing creating a drama
Azure skies blazing, making perfect the day
she laid in the grass. dreaming of her lover
handsome and very tall he was her mainstay
he set her alight making everything brighter
She remembered the way they spun around
as they danced together through the night
gay garlands hanging down they were spell bound
silhouetted in the dazzling firelight
That perfect night when all the world stood still
their last dance that night was a quadrille
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton
Inside my stomach I feel the flutters, I don't know what to think
so I watch other mothers.
Our future uncertain - yet an exciting mystery.
I can not wait to meet you, I wonder if you will look like me!
A child's love I have been told is the purest kind of love, like gold.
Is it true? I hope I feel such love from you.
Of course I'm nervous and scared, but if you think I'm bad,
well you should see your dad!
He loves you already, that is what he often tells me.
In nine months time the mystery will be solved,
October will be a time for smiles with all involved.
(any advice would be helpful)
Copyright © Kristen Thomas
Sonnet - Night Out
Swanky event. Dinner, dessert, coffee.
Music playing softly by agile hand.
Anxious people sucking hardened toffee
await arrival of rock and roll band.
Trumpeter blows horn. Drummer plays a beat.
Trombonist skillfully plays brass trombone.
Keyboardist strikes keys beneath a neon heat.
Soft lips submit to lady saxophone.
Eager groupies surround a crowded stage.
Talented guitarist makes guitar sing.
Thousands of people of every age,
sway to selections sung by Sting.
Attendants enjoyed the global event.
It was, they agree, the best money spent.
Copyright © Valerie Staton
I'm not as beautiful as a rainbow
I am the morning dew
Dancing on the tip of a leaf
Transient in the light of day.
Life is inviting me to dance
On the edge of time
To the music of love.
So come along for the dance
On the edges of time
I invite you to dance lightly
With me, to the music of love
Where the world is made of
Faith, trust and pixie dust
Like the dew on the tip of a leaf..
Copyright © Hazel Connelly
Cupid has struck me an arrow,
It's pierced deep in marrow.
Sweetheart, I will surely borrow,
For you an ice-cream barrow.
Thus we soon date tomorrow,
Like a pair of love-sick sparrow.
Away from folks minded-narrow,
We'll make love in a burrow.
Come on darling, be a fiero,
I offer you a sweet siero.
In a manner agile and gyro,
Foes I finish with a harrow.
Then we dance allegra and bolero,
... Predicted by my reader tarot..!!
(for the Contest SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL)
Copyright © amolkumar udarwar
In the park, there stands a very old tree
Which has been there before I came to be
I love sitting on the bench in its shade
Just being there, my concerns seem to fade
On its branches, I can hear birds singing
And I can feel a gentle breeze blowing
Then the leaves of the tree begin to dance
Watching their movement puts me in a trance
I can see sunlight peeping through the leaves
As they continue dancing in the breeze
Softly, I thank the tree for being there
And caress its furrowed bark with great care
That tree is now my very special friend
Our friendship will endure to the end
Copyright © john beharry
In the early days when I was a child
I would imagine myself a bit wild
I would think to be in a grand ballroom
With the princess there, and I am the groom
We would dance together, I would be great
Better than all the rest, they couldn’t state
How near perfect I was this lovely day
No one could challenge me in no pure way
We would dance the best, and dance the longest
For I was the greatest, and the strongest
I would surely kiss her, my gorgeous bride
Nowhere I’d rather be, I wouldn’t hide
For my heart is hers, and her heart is mine
This dance will last forever, for all time
Contest: Dancing with ........
Sponsor: Giorgio V.
Copyright © Russell Sivey
I dance in death to overtures of Bach
In the background violins softly play,
Body and mind start slowly to decay
Hear the tick, tick, ticking of midnights clock.
In death, in death; 'tis such a sweet scene,
Bach fades into the midnight hour.
The ending of song in all its power,
The beauty of death; ‘tis but a dream.
How could I dream that death is so sweet,
Oh, life why don't I cry out for thee?
I never knew death had honor and pride
'Tis a new beginning for a life complete.
The closing of mine eyes has made me see
Play on dear Bach, let me dance by your side.
Copyright © Travis Tapley