Featuring:) Giorgio Veneto
She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain
before the time they met - her steps commence.
She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum,
her love turned to escape and cloudy string
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring.
The first light cotton mists with summer rays
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land,
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays,
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand.
Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.
Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN
FRAGRANCE OF RAIN
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Friday night the weekend begins for most
Mothers, Fathers, with family members host
To be together with those they LOVE most
While a lonely man speaks with his Wife's ghost
On my computer the POETRY site
Saturday mornings some comments I write
My former students all work through the night
An old man see's his Wife's Heavenly Light
After Church, there is my A A meeting
Forlorn lonesomeness,now takes a beating
I get home; Featured POETS; I'm greeting
Images of my lovely Wife : Fleeting
Monday, a new week, new POEMS I shall start
I pick up my quill and write from my Heart
Author's note: Dear Andrea, all lines have 10 syllables(Thanks for the Spelling)
I still have to work on the format - aabb- This looks like aaaa but it's not ; a - just happens to rhyme with - b -
He did not love her, yet she adored him.
For the naive soul who fell all alone,
Ablaze with a fiery yearn for him,
Her Fondness met with a heart of cold stone.
Wept as the fire died, saw embers of him.
The embers burnt black, and she became scarred.
Discovered merely hatred within him,
The truth was unveiled and her heart was charred.
To be lonely in love is to suffer,
No solace in solitude it is grim,
Dreams are lonely with only one owner,
She wants to share her dream of love with him.
To love him, to love you, is all I ask
Let my heart find peace and remove my mask.
When you miss a child,
Of your very own,
That is your flesh and blood,
You begin to wonder,
Where did you go wrong,
In your own life,
Instead of looking,
At the beautiful life,
This you must remember,
So many of the difficult times,
Cause of the times you did share together,
For your children will remember more,
Than you really want to give them credit for,
And they will always remember you,
As their loving parent,
For loving them so much,
More than you will ever know,
And you will never forget them,
Just as you hope,
You will never be forgotten,
From their lives,
Looking across the dark night, I try , to know my mistakes,
To know why I'm here ,to know why my life shakes.
Nothing seems to go right ,everything is still the same ,
yet in my foresight ,I tremble to smile again.
Lost count of the stars ,as well as the tears falling by,
singing to the tune of, lone birds in the sky.
All efforts seem to go in vain, as I cry and breakdown,
trying to search that hand to wipe my tears and frown.
Missing every past moment, of joy as well sorrow,
uncertainties hanging above, graving over my tomorrow .
Losing every hope I had ,I close my eyes in emptiness ,
listening to the empty silence ,tortured by loneliness.
I dream of the day, the day sun would rise,
make me feel good ,and my mistakes I may realize.
A SMILE OF TEARS
I wish I could catch a star
was the voice I heard as I sat on the grass
I look through the meadow
all I could see was her shadow
Walking up close
her mouth ajar, I could see her white teeth
A gash on the left side of her face
she touched, felt with a loud wail.
Her heart bitter
I could see its emptiness
Sickly, she stole a glance at me
like a dog peeping through a window
All tears, she shook bitterly
even though her eyes were hard as flint
Sitting next to her, like a couple on a date
I hold her arm and lo! Soft was its feel.
Sullen, heartbroken, painfully
she smiled at me sweetly
On the wet grass sitting
together arm in arm we gaze into space
the air cool, calm
even though it was covered in a haze
face clouded with tears, gay with life
I could see smiles setting on her left cheek
Happily, I smile back knowing
I had enkindled the hope she had lost in the murk.
Thought of the once busy café gone dull
Brings me ideas that at once I’ll mull
Not knowing the reason for the escape
I strongly desire to join the landscape
The lonely feeling is what I soon want
Semblance of a café is what does taunt
I enjoy empty seats, I love the peace
Do they make enough cash to pay the lease
How long can this sentimental time last
Will it take me beyond and to the past
Not a soul is coming, I’ll enjoy this
The enlightenment brings me total bliss
I don’t know why this café is empty
I enjoy the calm and real harmony
Contest: CAFE MUSINGS
Sponsor: nette onclaud
I gave up on you years ago
Felt love in my life had to go
Felt free and strong without care
Never needing wanting another there
Life has changed so much since then
Looking inside I take to pen
Wonder have I grown up yet
To include something more than a pet
Another February comes to be
Alone again hello, just me
Valentine's day it comes and goes
Will I again receive a rosé?
Will this be the year I'm ready to see
If someone can share their life with me?
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
his tears caused contractions for his heart to pulse
floundered, looking for loves heartache to clutch
whimsical solace of her essence startles his impulse
shouldering the bane of a kiss that foreshadowed trifles
kooky huh? how time unleashes emotions restrained behind pride
losing his beloved inamorata to an admirer she mollycoddles
his heart became friable to the echo of her suicide
It was the absence of a note that left his worries unverified
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
Now alone and without; a lovers heart is mummified
he will never love another as much
the “ghost orchid” has become her epithet
the rules of this game have changed, misère ouverte.
I chose Bonnie Raitt “I can't make you love me” because when I listened to it it brought
back memories of my childhood feeling second to my fathers work. His physical presence was
always their, but his heart belonged to his work and still is. After listening to the song 5 or 6
times I thought of the question, what makes the heart feel for something that it can't
touch----like love, and went from there.
Standing in the frigid wind outside the bus stop doors
She seemed lost and lonely as the cars past with a roar.
Waiting for my only child the son whom I adore
I couldn’t help but wonder where was she headed for?
The prodigal returned through those same two frosty doors
But though the night was getting dark no one came for her.
Stopping right beside her, the radio blaring a Christmas score
We asked her if she needed help could we do any more?
Her wind burnt cheeks rose with the smile she wore
“Thank you, no.” She said. Her eyes they did explore
the warm interior and the street stretched out before
My folks are late but coming soon at least I’m pretty sure…
We left her there before the door yet still my heart implores
How many lost and lonely waifs are left standing by the door?
*Monorhyme is Sonnet form using slip or half rhyme.
Some good deeds go unaccepted.
I know man in the moon is very sad.
He's mourning that he has no lady fair.
I gaze in awe at his situation
And wonder why it is God put him there.
It may be there's a maid on nearby star,
The one who will find pathway to his heart.
Perhaps God put her there to be his love.
His happiness was planned right from the start.
The moon has always been my trusted muse,
Has comforted when I'm alone and blue.
When words won't come and inspiration wanes,
The moon has helped me to begin anew.
If God has planned romance for man in moon,
Perhaps my own love shall be coming soon.
Written; March 2, 2013 for contest "Moon is my Muse"
I sit on the edge of the bed thinking
Wishing you were here or that I was there
These work related trips keeps me hurting
But then my heart, I come to you and share
I sit in the middle of a moon beam
That comes into the room’s hotel window
A lonely bit of light, lonely it seems
Opens the room to its cool silver glow
I pout as I lay onto the hard bed
Seemingly to sure keep me up all night
I texted her with my whole soul, I sure pled
Hoping she’s up and will respond tonight
It’s hard to be away from by loved one
But soon I'll be home, my love will be shown
Entrant into Black Eyed Susan's "In a Hotel Room..." contest
When you left, the lights faded
The blue skies turned grey
When you left, my emotions died
I thought I’d never survive that day
When you felt the curtains closed
And the stage faded to black
When you left, life strangled itself
And hope hid between heartbreak and despair
When you left, every image blurred.
But that spark remained alight
A tiny reminder of life’s resurrection
The sky turning back to blue
The reopening of the curtains to a lighted stage
A possibility, a tiny jest of instinct
In my mind I met you halfway
But my heart held back astride
For when you left, it died.
THE GRASS WIDOW
All this cowed earth in a blue jar, flowerless
Stands on the pine table. Clay and wood
Have broken spirit’s voice, to endow
With uncalled for happiness your fleeting presence.
Truth is blunt in your eyes: you do not love me
Or what I seem to claim in you, parenthood and nation,
Lest I decipher too readily the code of your person
And trade it for the platitude of wealth
Joining you has become. You would rather
Speak of the turquoise found in a still cave
Than wear the married felicities of our age
Wafer thin as an advertisement page
Adorning the scattered newspaper. My hands
Touch your face. Nobody loves you like me.
When you look at me
my heart trembles,
It pours from above
like the high
Your voice is so
cool, it replenishes
than the sound of
Your touch is like a
Your kiss is like a
water in the desert,
I'm craving for it
cause it satisfies
Yet you're the water
from the mountain,
You're high; I
cannot reach you.
My only happiness is
when you descend,
So I can wet myself
with your love that
has no end.
Oh baby your love's
like the waterfall,
I love the way you
bathe it on me
though it hurts.
I searched for a Penny
So I could hear her thoughts
Sadly there weren't any
My heart was left in knots
Perhaps a wooden Nickle
Or maybe a thin dime
Would help me in a pickle
So this girl could be mine
I was determined to pass Buck
For he seemed to have her ear
He possessed that Irish luck
So I cried in my green beer
This girl I wanted to hold
Was enamored with his gold
"Penny for your thoughts"
"Don't accept any wooden Nickles."
"All he had was one thin dime"
"The Buck stops here"
"Luck of the Irish"
"The one who has the Gold gets the girl!"
I will be with you tonight,
Fondly sharing the love of your beholding sight,
Embraced meanwhile by the warmth of your absence,
Blazing passion causes me to be happy,
Distance displays disputes readily promoting a fight.
Thus conflict arouses beeping conscience,
Challenges cautiously undergone spark up our zeal,
Scattered arrangement declares the shyness of my heart,
Always adjudged is I as evidently scrappy,
True to it is our love as the mild touch of a moonlight folk tale,
My Angel; certainly our love is measurable on no earthly scale,
Fortunately I gained the love others resolved to steal,
You remain the key to unlock my passion in the illuminating darkness of a night,
Softly my heart craves for your deserved presence.
Stuck in this position
Should she trust her intuition?
Discovering her true desires
They burn inside like a thousand fires
Always believing in fate
Trusting she would find her true soul mate
A hopeless romantic at heart
Never wanting to be apart
Knowing now she has found her true love
Just like two beautiful white doves
Yet she can not help but fear, my dear
That in his heart, they are worlds apart
She has been looking forward to that magical day
Now she is left speechless not knowing what to say
Convinced you were the one
We used to have so much fun
Once dreaming of a beautiful white dress
Now everything is one great big mess
Planning that romantic day since I was a kid
I just can not figure out what wrong to you I did
I just want to be with you
So one day we can say I do
Feels just like Murphy's Law
Do I have some fatal flaw?
On the ocean's cool sand the nightly thinker stands,
shadows hide sky scrapers of glass and steel;
only sirens are heard through the awkward stillness,
read his absurd thoughts: they spin as a magnetic reel!
Has he found happiness as imagined in his dream?
From that melancholic look, one can see clearly
that he has been abandoned by all...wasn't he so leam?
He seeks stars to ignite a desire stirred by fantasy:
images of children grabbing his hands make him weep,
he tries to hold on to them, but they flee and vanish...
despair and remorse are angry feelings he can't put to sleep;
if only they returned for a second, they would lift his anguish!
It's late October and dawn's brilliant lights invade the cloudless shore;
there he lays as a cadaver as pain tightens up the muscles of his core!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
Elisa is very beautiful and young,
but her silly mind isn't that strong;
yesterday she marked age thirty
on her calendar not feeling gritty.
In a lively garden with blooming April flowers,
she blows big bubbles that float low and high
inducing much gladness much in her sigh...
will they clash with those intruding butterflies?
" No, they surely won't, "she whispers looking as far
as her eyes can see, imagining one that resembles a star
which she can look upon in her loneliness when moonlight
brightens her room and desire for kisses take away all fright.
Elisa watches her fragile bubbles burst at the sun's brightness,
but surprisingly one doesn't...soaring further into remoteness.
Written on 4/5/2015
To lonely sailors
Lines of polyester, a sawbuck fare
My mates, a little tea, my plight set
Smokey guitars scream over bands of hair
Cheap, watered bourbon, endless cigarette
Round perch, watching the watchers, colored lights
Elbow nudge; take the wooden pipe, past on
Back in line, another drink, eye the sites
A new view, another hit, a bad con
Munchies, chili dogs and fries, the night's end
Walking, searching for the ride back to ship
Suspended in a party with no kin
Back in my rack, open eyes slowly slip
A night of liberty, nowhere to go
These times put a lonely sailor down low