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 | Year Posted 2010
The curtain parted...there upon the stage,
neath bright chatoyant spotlight's glaring glow
she stood, a cynosure in tunneled beam;
demure, yet with ineffable glamor.
With lovely bow, this ingenue young girl,
composed, yet like a whirling breeze, began
her lissome ballet dance of twirls and swirls
to mellifluous sounds of violins.
A panacea of sweet calm filled up
my soul as she so gracefully succumbed
to call of violins and merged with them
in artful dance I wished sempiternal.
The beauty of her gracefulness in dance
enveloped me in deep hypnotic trance.
Sandra M. Haight
May 12, 2016
Written for Silent One's challenge using the words below:
Chatoyant: Having a changeable luster. A chatoyant stone or gemstone, such as the cat's-eye.
Cynosure: Something or someone who is the centre of attention.
Demure: shy and modest
Glamour: defined as the elegant, exciting or attractive quality that makes someone or something seem special or desirable.
Ineffable: too overwhelming to be expressed or described in words; inexpressible
Ingénue: A naive, innocent girl or young woman
Lissome: Moving or able to move with grace and ease; lithe and graceful
Mellifluous: something musical, melodious or pleasant to hear
Panacea: A remedy for all diseases, evils, or difficulties; a cure-all
Sempiternal: Enduring forever; eternal
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
In twilight, old songs you're softly humming.
Silken smiles enliven your lovely face,
beguiling my presence still, becoming
in all your ways, sweet gift of heaven's grace.
Deep your eyes, beheld above the stillness
of mystic mien, dismissing every voice.
Caresses known in sadness and in illness,
a 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.
My love grows great to see your form advance
and weave with siren song the ancient dance.
Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2014
She dances to her music gracefully,
her choreography, at whim, profound.
With graceful twirls and spins, so dreamily
her rhythm flows to music without sound.
She dances to the music only she
can hear...although I feel its lovely flow
and cadence shape her form; exquisitely
she dips and rises in artistic show.
No music here, but just a silent song
created by the currents that she feels;
with turns and twists, she aptly glides along,
directed by whichever one appeals.
She dances to her music wondrously;
my muse...the soul mate of my poetry.
Sandra M. Haight
Premiere Contest: Contest No: 239 any form, any topic max of 14 lines
Sponsor: Briand Strand
Contest: Sonnet 4
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Contest: Your Own Favorite Poem Contest
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Contest: So I Thought Of This Line
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Note: Once again, 'How Many Syllables' makes a mistake. It counts the word 'rhythm' (in my first stanza) as one syllable when in fact it is two syllables.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2014
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, mid-70's
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 | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2014
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 | Year Posted 2012
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 | Year Posted 2014
Two naked bodies lying face to face
Conversing silently locked eye to eye
He gently pulls away from her embrace
In touching her exudes an ardent sigh
The rhythm of the moment had begun
Entangling arms and legs the stillness breaks
Like dancers moving gracefully as one
They share hot burning fires of give and take
As rapture comes she shudders in his arms
His perspiration falls like summer rain
Encore performance rings a new alarm
With tender kisses he assures no shame
The glowing coals are banked for warmth at night
Slow burning flame will rise with morning light
for contest: June 20 2016
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
The Fire Dance
Two naked bodies lying face to face
Conversing silently, locked eye to eye
He gently pulls away from her embrace,
in touching she exudes an ardent sigh;
The rhythm of the moment has begun
entangled arms and legs the stillness breaks
Like dancers moving gracefully as one,
they share hot burning fires, give and take;
As rapture comes, she shudders in his arms,
and perspiration falls like summer rain
Encore performance rings a new alarm,
with tender kisses he assures, no shame;
The glowing coals are banked for warmth at night,
slow burning flame will rise, with morning light.
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
The Fire Dance (Response)
Two naked bodies bedding interlaced,
the whisper of sweet nothings, face to face
She gently draws him in around her waist,
then gently rocks in motion keeping pace;
Entangled in his charms she's out of words,
as breast to breast they press no will of test
She gently spreads her wings this freedom bird,
he finds the nesting place for he knows best
As rapture comes to clothe with easing heat
she gives him sweet elation and love's gage
With core performance they are keeping beat
as one on one the lovers rave, un-cage.
The glowing coals are stoked by heat of night
slow burning candles flame, till' morning light.
Written by: Mystic Rose
In response, to Daniel's sonnet (thank you Daniel)
June 20, 2016
Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2016
The lead you own; your charge I accept
Your feet lithe, my eyes mesmerized
My joy suppressed, hope found
Your hand in mine, my dream alive.
Points important, the moment more
As you glide, my wonder is nourished
A spectator, a partner; my roles, both
Your delicate motions, I relish.
Each step an accomplishment known
The first twirl, my fear shown
The second, aggravation grown
The beginning forgotten, but procrastination key
As the dip is done, my body is numbed
The end of an assessment; the loss of your grasp.
Copyright © Keshan Govender | Year Posted 2016
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 | Year Posted 2010
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 | Year Posted 2012
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 | Year Posted 2013
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 | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2015
While sunrise bathes the early morning air
Illuminating new dawn’s loveliness,
Where mild rain tints the pure of crystal glare
To rouse shimmery boughs through June’s finesse.
Herein, aisle of florets displays its charm,
In brightest russets , in the mildest blues
Unfurling nature's waltzes that disarm
While showers of mist embellish all hues.
And garlands pirouette to catch glossed drops,
That my own soft feet twirl in revelry
When bubbles of dew explode, then to pop,
On clusters’ sunlit jive waking a lea.
Till nightfall approaches to calm the flow
Blooms curtsy, praising godly Light’s halo.
Sonnet Contest Submitted 8/21/2016
Checked at www.howmanysyllables.com
Originally Posted 3/30/2015
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2014
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 | Year Posted 2015
Now I watch close the shades of red and white
Falling on windows facing each other
mixing thoughts with a far older brother
one who for far longer danced in light
he rises, and rises, giving the sight
to world-weary eyes, long bereft of peace,
from what dark corner he has found release
that he should revel so in blinding light.
For now he will fade, recede, and return
rest his tired soul, his brothers have now thought
and danced enough at a steady burn,
as for his coming, going, we know naught,
only that his grace we will never earn
that light, and thought, and love is sweetly bought.
Copyright © Jacob Annis | Year Posted 2015
Taming a warrior no end in sight Enticing lockspiel enters the mind Clashing wings the battle intertwined Night music and rhymes did ignite Flames are never consuming bright Sparking forge winning losing combined Climax never intends but is climbed But this dance is all about the flight Catching a falling star may be harder For a conscript may bleed losing heart The seasoned at home it is his right To only capture midst all the ardor Victory so sweet but losing so tart
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2013
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 | Year Posted 2013
A Shining Forest Princess My Heart Made
While walking in heaven's forest garden
a wanderer within this magic realm.
Sought mystical views to grant a pardon
resting, found her underneath a witch elm.
Deep in my enchantment I found her there
sweetest vision passing into my view.
She, mythical creature gracing the air
as if my longing mind brought her on cue!
Needing a partner for her pas de deux
she beseeching me to give her my aid.
Thus began my forest dancing debut
with a beautiful goddess my mind made.
Dance over, this vision bid sweet adieu.
I wonder, was it a dream or love true?
Robert J. Lindley, 10-17-2015
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 100
Target hit- with a perfect ten syllables per verse and exactly 100 word count!! Not an easy task... --Tyr
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2014
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 | Year Posted 2013
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 | Year Posted 2013
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 | Year Posted 2015
To claim heart's defeat with blind perception,
And burden the world with nurtured weakness.
To cry long with vanity's deception,
As though self-affliction is still blameless.
To bring a grievance, a contrived issue,
That pours from a soul possessed, where pain dwells.
To recall words an attack you construe,
As you rehearse the goodbye's and farewells.
Finding no honor with this cross you bear,
As it's built by your own hands to display.
This self-sustained discourse a cloak you wear,
To give comfort in your winter's dismay.
The birth of this pain an echo you brought.
Frightened sounds from a world, in which you're caught.
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015