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Obsessive Love

Press not to flaming lips your tepid kiss

Touch not this burning form with hands of ice

A lukewarm love can never bring to bliss

Nor will indifferent love for me suffice

 

Seek not with obligation to appease

Perfunctory in making love to me

Disdain is what I feel for “gifts” as these

Tis better far, my dear, to let me be

 

For if you not assess my heart aright

And think me one to faint with weak caress

You’ve not been seared by passion’s burning might

Nor tasted honeyed dreams that I undress

 

Hope not to bed me with halfhearted plea

With love obsessive, take a hold of me



Eileen Manassian Ghali


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The Scoundrel's Game

A yearning for affection and romance can cause one’s getting scorched by passions’ flame. Love blooms if it is given a fair chance, but some attempt to play the scoundrel’s game! A tender soul can be bamboozled by the man who has an inner soul of ice. The love that he professes is his lie, and cherishing himself alone - his vice. The one he lured will struggle to maintain her doomed relationship with him; she’s torn! The taste of love once sweet turns into pain, for what she offers is returned with scorn. Abominations always will exist. Take care one's not a scoundrel you have kissed! For Dictionary fun....#1...Delilah's Words! Poetry Contest


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Mystic Dancer

Dancing around a cauldron fire
to the sounds of a golden lyre
and a bubbling brew
of bat and shrew
caught in the cobbled rain
they release their heat and pain
into the darkening world
while your senses become unfurled
to herbs and secret balms
and your beating heart calms
into a sensuous trance
as you join in the dance
of turning, swirling,
death defying twirling
seduced by flickering flames
you lose time and names
of bad or good
must and should
spiraling into a peace
to find your heart's release
through this dervish portal
ever after an immortal
in the dance.


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Paradise My Sweetest Love

My sweetest love hearest thou my advice
Let's leave for the garden of sweet paradise
We will live under a rainbow with cherries
Eat sweet mangoes and bright berries;
Build a cottage in its midst with a skylight
Bake gingerbread as the sunsets at twilight
Shower in the misting rain on our lawn
Sing sweet songs with the birds at dawn;
Make fireflies’ lanterns soothing our mood
The ravens will bring us nourishing food
The sparrows will build our resting nest
Oh my love—my darling, my earnest:
Together we will wish upon a shining star,
And from each other we shall never be far!


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© Revised 5/31/10
© All Rights Reserved
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5th Place Winner - Parody Poetry Contest. 
Sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta, 6/10/2010

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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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Novella My Love

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I've been dreaming of a sonnet in the cradle of the breeze
I've been dreaming in the silence of her feathered nest of dream
perched in peaceful solitude autumn falls with golden leaves
where hymn's flow free within a quest along the winding stream

Has my presence ever crossed your mind in lonely nights of need
of placid love refined in gold where one desires thee
a place where time has come to stall of gifts of love and deed
in lust I wait in colors of spring for her my sweet jubilee

In last breath fare of desperate need my eyes have finally seen
my fair young lady from distant hallow floating near within my dream
I hear her voice in loving song with tales of gifts foreseen
with silken wings she flutters free to rest along pure stream


I've been dreaming of a sonnet in the cradle of the breeze
I've been dreaming in the silence far beyond the graceful trees..

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WILD ROSE


I’ve learned lips can blossom under a sigh,

A hand will lift for a kiss to its palm,

Hours pass slowly; some walls are so high,

Sweet sin, come again! Replace this chaste calm.

Eyes, remain shut, there is no passion here,

Choose to daydream, recall each of those charms,

Cold sun, leave now, let the first star appear

So I may return to his bed and arms.

Yearn, how I yearn, though fulfillment was mine,

Pierced and provoked, I’m beholden to thorn,

Succumbing, hearts waking as limbs entwined,

Rapture mouthed my name and I was reborn.

Farewell, innocence. Love does transpose. 

Tame, no more. I have become the wild rose.





This poem was inspired by the JW Waterhouse’s painting, The Soul of the Rose. Please click on the about this poem link for a picture of the painting.

*** a Link to the painting: http://www.artble.com/artists/john_william_waterhouse/paintings/the_soul_of_the_rose


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TENDER GLANCES HEAT


Your mounted passion climbs, and I’m replete 
With glow, to open mouth of eve-song’s  fire 
Inside your breath, as tender glances heat, 
Embracing this and that; lanterns conspire.
Fingers trace our names among hungry stars, 
Deepening blaze of love and quest for time,
And twilight warms one breath to yield afar
Thus, giving way to lip-kissed hours sublime.
We taste the wine of affection with grace
As rising dawn acknowledges our rites, 
For passion is supreme, in dream’s embrace
On heady walks where laughter pure excites.

Until one day, a farewell drowns our lore
When moments strayed as endings, nevermore.



~Inspired by Meatloaf's Song with the theme
on the polarity of passion( expressed through love,
romance and devotion), and the indifference from
such by parting in the end. 

Songs to Poetry of Debbie Guzzi
by nette onclaud)




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A Brutally Honest Valentine's

My darling enigma, my dove   
You’re the epitome of my love
Your smile shines at me pearly white      
Pale skin shines and glints in the light       
Silken locks, obsidian flow
Eyes just like ice, crystalline glow        
Peals of laughter ring like a bell            
Enchant me; I’m under your spell    
You walk with a musical flow
Tiptoeing with softness through snow

But, alas, you open your mouth
Utter tripe spilling out
If only you’d keep your mouth shut.

(Love from Anonymous) 


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TRUE NORTH

Lost loons sulk in song, their search for meaning sends us to sleep. The park holds a stillness, but I dream of winds, ardent pines leaning towards waves, soothing the lake’s brokenness. Morning pulls us and from our tent we crawl, hailed by dawn’s parting, greeted by pale mist. While coffee perks on the campfire, I’ll put my head on your shoulder, find your kiss is as smoky as the breakfast you fry. Later, we explore the mossy woodlands and stray from the path, surrender to sighs shading the forest floor, under the span of birch. Night falls and winks to wet lovers who roll in stars then rock moonlit waters.
About this poem This is a modern sonnet. It uses off rhyme, unusual punctuation placement and contains plenty of enjambment that extends past the usual insular quatrains. Killbear park is a provincial park in Ontario. Its sites are quite... private ;-)


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Orange Passion

Light by the fire, through orange colored glass Sienna and burnt umber encompass The shades in the spectrum of excitement And passion exudes within anointment It excites the soul to command delight Her heart alights with sensual insight In desire lays kisses beyond belief Through passion I feel the greatest relief Orange invigorates the soul to last Fire warms the body for love’s prideful cast The candle burns with ecstasy inside Leaving us to peel our grudges aside Through the colored glass of lovely passion Feel the heat of the flame’s hot emission
Russell Sivey Contest: SOFTLY SENSUAL Sponsor: nette onclaud 8/21/2013


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WUTHERED

                                   


		                I forgive what you have done to me. 
                                          I love my murderer--but yours! How can I?

                                                                        ~Heathcliffe, Chapter 15~



                                          That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. 
                                          That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; 
                                          and take him with me: he's in my soul."
 
                                                                        ~ Cathy, Chapter 15~

                                                           Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte




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Haunt you, I will haunt you, let me haunt you like the words of love that you left unsaid, Shadows will disturb and storms will renew longings for a shared grave. Come, kiss the dead! Remember the moors and our lost secrets that ran wild, petulant with pride and rage? Rain and time will shake your panes with regrets, This captive walks while you pace in your cage. Forgive the murderer, bury your hate, that cold sin that keeps us both company. Heathcliff, let down your final guard, I wait! Haunt me, will you not haunt me, Fiend, haunt me for I cannot rest while you burn with breath ... I spurned our life but you deny us death.
*By Cyndi MacMillan For Nette Onclaud’s Soul Partners Contest Couple used: Catherine and Heathcliff


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Message In The Sea

Turbulent broods embroil a dark cave 
That lingers on fire that rages in you
To capture and kiss the orange you enslave
Through turbulent flames a heart bleeds true

Kiss scarlet lips slick and moistened with dew
Tension pulses these cracked cement walls
A chasm engulfs….a black sea in brew
Through blistered rain vociferation calls

Desperate hands reach to capture the sky
Where words on wings send prayers at night
Riding black stallions (bareback)…they fly
Through briars and rocks….tempestuous flight
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          Fierce burning love that so mournfully cries
               Transcribing a hope for these tearstained eyes


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Evening Swim

The night emits a citronella scent
   From tiki torches topped with living flame;
I swim in circles -- softly speak your name --
   While starlight washes over us, content.

Cicadas still sing secrets to the trees
   Like Summer's heartbeat throbbing in the dark --
While on a new adventure we embark,
   Sped onward by a silent, gentle breeze.

Your kisses ripple slowly down my spine --
   Your touch is strong and steady, like the tide --
Warm bodies wrapped in motion dip and glide --
   You turn the turbid sea to fragrant wine.

The rising moon gives witness to my cries;
Tonight I drown within your ocean eyes.


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BEND ME TOWARDS DAYBREAK

Blanket us with fantasy and carnal words, enfold us in binds of desire, Come closer, whisper of wants eternal. I’m your changeling, no longer attired by modesty. Kiss me into the quick then set afire all these girlish greens, Let my soul perspire, my skin flicker, Let lips scandalize unlaced bridal planes. My new world, I taste a map on your tongue, But your hands are home, open, welcoming. Master, slave, both united and undone, I crave, how I crave this soft becoming. Tonight caresses, makes no rough demands, so bend me towards daybreak, my husband.
*Inspired by Klimt's painting "the Kiss" **This is a modern sonnet


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Out of Nowhere

What we are trying to do this morning,
pulling some poetry out of nowhere.
Drag it kicking and hopefully screaming
out from under the bed,or from somewhere,
maybe crouched behind some lonely synapse
deep within the jelly I call a brain.
Just try to fill a page, you fool, no lapse
is allowed. Beat the bushes, stop a train,
play a new piece of music, a new beat
that you can tie some words to, stalk the muse
into a corner, fight dirty, some heat,
anything you can, I don't know, some ruse,
cross-eyed, tongue out, drooling on the keyboard,
anything to add a poem to your hoard!


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Speckled Sea Air Stings Soft Skin

Sea horizon in the distance ...a clean line.... a quiet shore
Every day the ocean washes up something new on its sandy floor...
Today,  the sea formed  haystacks of seaweed piled quiet high
Yesterday   sea sponges and fan-shells lapped the crunchy sands
Gentle humming of  soft ocean sounds humms  by to and fro
Seagulls squawking , flying in unison form a V- like kite formation
Their pale eyes widen  as red feet and beaks hover and flutter
Two yellow labradors swimming and weaving from shore to  ocean
Bounding gracefully into the water , chasing and  jumping in unison
Tirelessly,effortlessly running along their beloved ocean shore.
Young dogs greet each other in an excitedly ,friendly fashion.
Horses hoof prints embedded gracefully in the shoreline sand....
Broken glass edges  made smooth with the sands abrasion
Oh wonderful mobile reflecting the sunlights warm sensations!




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no more u in us

once there was you and then there was me, that made us you
 gave me your heart and I gave you my love ,
we lived and we laughed and we made plans this was us.
but you changed you acted strange and that is not for us.
you cheated and you lied and you abused my trust , that's why there is no u in us.


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berserker but

Wide twisted grayed white cloud of thunder
O'er ground so hallowed waiting in asunder
A tale untold until the flash of crashing light
Unfolds to show the shattered scene of blight
What is this rack of torment in suspense
To cause this pounding redness of  intense
Can winds of Wodyn thrust valkyrie thus
The tides are wrong this singing song
Will be the end of us
The tunnel forms to take us in it's dance
As axe and sword a swing to madness trance 
Once more to see Valhalla's open door
Or wake to shaking silence on this shore
Bathed in others' blood  still yet unsure


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Gambling Shuggy—The Encounter!

"If I feel physically,
            as if the top of my head been taken off, 
                     I know it's poetry."
                       --Emily Dickenson

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No money no honey from this honey
You may look but won’t rub this fine tummy;
That maybe so, but I ain’t no dummy
Shining like gold—don’t you touch this Emmy!

Pay gone, drunk, smoky, come acting thuggy,
Don’t treat me like an Egyptian mummy;
You have nerves to tell me I look yummy
Step back—know that I will not be chummy!

Say what, you will find another bunny?
Git, to your saloon playing gin rummy;
Tonight I’m keeping safe my sweet plumy
Leave—before I pull my New York Jimmy!

Swiftly, before doorknob hit your bunny,
Shuggy—I ain’t got time tonight bummy!

© Joseph, November 28, 2008
© All Rights Reserved

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Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Semi-finalist Selection, Jan. 2009.
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Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem 
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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Dark Temptress

Near the lobby in the great room
We first make our rendezvous
A breathy trip up to my stateroom
And I am at last alone with you

I breathe your fragrant muskiness
As I tease off your tenuous cover
And reveal the lustrous duskiness 
Of your dark body to your lover

As your wrap falls to the floor
And in all your glory you disrobe
The hungry demon waits no more
And I encup your tempting globe

I cannot think what may transpire
Shall I regret today's caprice?
But I cannot vanquish my desire
And sweet passion will not cease

Deferred until tomorrow all guilt trips
And now, dark chocolate truffle... to my lips!

February 10, 2013

Inspired by Jon Cavanaugh's "Ode to Chocolate".


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Whispers of Love

Your softest whisper, how it floods my soul
It glides through veins eliciting control
There is no place where it does not embrace
Disrobes me of my negligee of lace

That whispered vow you sealed with lover's kiss
Your body claimed me, took my soul to bliss
And while enraptured all my heart could hear
Were words so tender, whispered in my ear

Abated storm of passion, now at rest
Your head is pillowed softly on my breast
I’m pleasure sated as I whisper sweet
“My love, this tryst has been a glorious treat”

My name you whisper just before you sleep
A treasured whisper that our love will keep

For Gail's Doyle's Contest
Whispers of Love
April 2, 2014








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SPICY



The sentiment in the cinnamon stills

her hand. She's recalling eyes so like spice, 
   
softly piquant. Mmm, how they'd widened 'til

starbursts were all she could see. Once. Twice.

They had been rapacious. But what is love,

she thinks, but a delicious consummation

that never truly satisfies. Ground clove,

a dash of cardamom and sweet persuasion 

is stirred and stirred. It's an old recipe,

one as familiar as the noise he makes

when he devours something savory

or honeyed, sighs from him breaking.

When the cake cools, she'll steal a tiny bite

to wet so much more than her appetite. 

 





*Inspired by Debbie Guzzi?s haiku 15
**This is a contemporary sonnet


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WITH EYES OF DUSK


He gently looks at me with dusky sighs
Although he’s bared my soul a hundred times
Those deepened eyes unfold to memorize
All captive thrills releasing moans , sublime.

His eyes are twilight’s song in waves of haze
Exploring hunger’s thirst, a moistened glade
And every movement sets the stars, ablaze
To grasp the blooming rise of tunes replayed.

A mounted flavor climbs, and I’m complete
With glow , to open mouth of eve-song’s  fire 
Inside one breath, our tender glances heat, 
Disrobing this and that, moonbeams conspire.

Those dusky eyes anoint my fluid skin
As ripples of chaste love tremble within.



Any Subject, Any Form--New Poem Contest
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot


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A Love Poem

Beloved, turn off the lights; speak to me;
Is your heart to be evermore my own,
does my name slip from your lips silently...
content, that I should need ne'er more to moan.
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Beloved, watch close loves acquainted eyes;
reflections holds no secrets from within.
For the souls bidding eyes will ne'er tell lies,
remember, doubt not… your want is my sin.
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Beloved, wilt thou walk with me through dreams,
come lay with me as if I were dying?
Kiss my mouth, give me water from your stream;
listen love...the voice of the rain’s crying.

Loves lives through winters cold, summers fire,
though daybreak begins, as the night retires.


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Aphrodite Night

       APHRODITE NIGHT
Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder, where in time do such nights go?

Forbidden like a box all sealed up tight,
or like the burning Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,

you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain this part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night when Aphrodite let us see.
       
And I am more than blessed for loving you
          forever and all time, as I will do.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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" Fairest Love " (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Thou has the fairest of features my love.
My conscious of thy beauty shall not die,
It surrounds me thus, as immortal glove.
Your piercing beauty of blue eyes, as sky.
Thy warm body I shall ever cherish,
To whom my soul doeth forever belong.
Thus my desire for thee shall find flourish,
As the night birds in the night’s fairest song.
Thy lips my beauty drops as honeycomb,
It’s  honey sweetness from under thy tongue.
From the pleasures of thy love I shan’t roam,
I am come to thy garden to raise young.
Thou ravished forever my heart my spouse,
From thy love’s presence I shan’t ever rouse.

Shakespearean Sonnet
In Honor of : Dr: Ram

Placed #8


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shakespeare parody 2k14

Shall I compare thee to a most foul stench?
A skunk’s sweet-smelling aura more lovely
Than that ugly face which makes my fists clench.
Pray you leave; that we should be so lucky!

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is your pale complexion broiled,
To peeling, pasty, unnat’ral pink lines,
Reminiscent of a red lobster, oiled.

But soon, sweet sleaze-ball, thine sunburn shall fade
And leave in its wake, that china-fair skin,
Which glitters bright e’en in afternoon shade;
So strange I suspect you are but pure sin.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives my complete hatred for thee.


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Touched By Your Flame

Ripples of heat through your fingertips 
They light the flame that keeps me alive, 
The warmth of your breath on my two lips 
It is for this that I now do strive. 

Passion burns hot, as the flame licks high 
No cooling for us till fervent spent, 
As flames flicker round two bodies lie 
In ecstasy our spirits cement. 

Let no one destroy this love so strong 
The flame of life that fuels never fools, 
Let no one dare charge that love is wrong 
The memories where mind lingers rules. 
 
Two hearts two souls together as one 
Two bodies bound entwined conquered won.


Contest entry:

© Mandy Tams © Harry J Horsman  collab


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Upon A Bed Of Petals

Her life was full of joy and dreams
Expressing life and whatever that means
To live each day with new filled hope
Was the only way she knew to cope

Her love was hidden deep within
Full of passion,angst and sin
She loved a man she shouldn't take
Will she pay for her mistake

They shared their passion behind the door
Hidden from all, she wanted more
She deserved more than she received
And when he'd leave she cry and grieve

Upon a bed of petals she lay
Sobbing, imagining another way




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Without You

Define your lovely, soulless heart in death
 To take my heart would be a risk; a storm
 You licked your lips to taste what i had left
 And jumped from cliff to rocks, i was forlorn.
 Upon my lover; roses wilt in pain
 For I’ve lost the one whom has no soul, and
 Was all this give and take with us in vain?
 I loved your soul and heart, we joined by hand.
 The brewing storm that took a life, took two
 For deep within your heart was love,
 And deep within my heart was you
 I’ll see you soon, i promise; heart above.
 For without you I cannot survive
 For without you I will not strive