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
It crawls upon cold paws
To clutch with talons and claws
Nearing its prey, it hunts
With opening eyes and jaws
To shove with power and thrust
Upon insatiable desire and lust
It thrashes again and throws
Ardor so unjust
It bursts in colors of mist
In crimson hue and amethyst
Its forces like fireworks rise
Within emotion, organs, and amidst
In body it lies, in surreal disguise
Leaving no chance for mind to coexist
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!
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Beckon these eyes a whisper in trees
Scarlet passion in hot molten heat
With your fiery touch I will hit my knees
Fevered oscillation on warm amber sheets
This skin awaits your raw carmine kiss
Breath…indrawn from smoldering flames
Inside deep eyes of sweet chocolate Swiss
In searing red throes I call out your name
Trembling in the blazing torch of your touch
I whimper blue....a shattered disarray
A blistered journey…you are my crutch
A bursting heart pulsing crimson display
Morning awaits a crushed coral flower
Entombed......inside an ebony tower
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.
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!
© Revised 5/31/10
© All Rights Reserved
5th Place Winner - Parody Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta, 6/10/2010
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.
Go now, turn the photo albums pages.
You often smile at happy memories.
Let the images rekindle the stages,
Never lost, love..within my heart's reverie.
Would that we could return to bygone days.
I would do anything to turn that page.
Love know, my thoughts of us set nights ablaze.
Past passion, left my broken heart engaged.
The years are long, and still, the pages turn.
Relive those brighter memories and come.
Could the ever after be, oh I yearn ..
We each can see the love in our album.
Only you, it is yours, my broken heart,
If you wish a Valentine take the dart.
*Key to message: Read the bolded first words
of each line from the bottom up.
If only We Could Relive The Past Love, I Would Never Let You Go
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..
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)
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)
You my love with a tender caressing touch.
I wait the seconds, minutes of eagerness.
Sweet feeling upon when our lips press.
Tastes of our tongues swirling so much,
Enhancing sensual ways that we clutch,
Our bodies and souls share such finesse.
Each time together, never any repress.
Our love is bound we have no crutch.
Everything I adore about you is mine.
Our souls entwined in sweet Bordeaux.
We climax together as wonderful wine.
We have captured charismatic glow.
As we share each other’s passion fine.
Passing seasons continue as we sow.
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
Contest: SOFTLY SENSUAL
Sponsor: nette onclaud
When you make love to me with spoken word
Emblazoned body burns in ecstasy
Desire’s cadence by my heart is heard
And secret wants demand supremacy
When you make love to me with wanton gaze
A melody of moistness throbs within
Your gnawing glances do ignite the craze
Of body burning bright in sultry spin
When you make love to me with mute caress
Your hand usurps the moon and draws the flow
Of inner tides that rush in to posses
Your lips and mouth, a quenching to bestow
When you make love to me you set her free
Seductive Mistress of your fantasy
The afternoon outlined. The sunny strokes
of a samurai blade on her body
revealing things the eyes feign see.
Tempted, wounded, the virgin parchment floats
between her skin and satin cloak.
Artist; afternoon, craving company
draws her inside-out so innocently,
on purpose leaves the yolk indwelling.
The painter in the corner moans,
he jealous of the afternoons artly
Improving skin, bare olive tones
of subtle pastel, the moment partly lost
to the constellations.
That Spring Love in Your Eyes
Spring Love’s in your eyes for me now to see,
And it reaffirms thoughts of our special love;
And there is no other place I would rather be,
As we kiss deeply under the moon light above!
Darling with you in my arms this spring season,
My feelings are of such passion with true bliss;
We are “two” together by His Heavenly reason,
And for this our time together is never amiss!
With spring in bloom and God’s blessing above,
My heart’s yours forever my love please know;
For I know our emotions are of the deepest love,
And for this Darling to the Earth’s end I would go!
With that special spring love dear in your eyes,
Nothing on Earth compares with this Heavenly prize!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
May 10, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)
Like shots of whiskey your eyes just burn
I….addicted to the fervent heat they pour
This desperate skin just aches for more
Hear this roaring beat…..a rampaging yearn
Tempestuous waters….a storming churn
That penetrates this barricaded core
Molten lava crashes…. (forsaken shore)
A fractured heart shall oscillate and turn
The Wind….it keens….a howling desire
A shattered bewail of distance and dreams
A mewling of tearstained orange red fire
Those hot eyes shred what is left of seams
Tip toeing on a mile high tight rope wire
An eternal lament of “kiss me” extremes
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
Fierce burning love that so mournfully cries
Transcribing a hope for these tearstained eyes
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.
_attempt at a sonnet
A cuddled country voice nestles its'
Turbulent vibration deep in my skin
Land locked and dreading winters'
Icy fingers combing my body for oblivion
Tumultous currents rock us by and by
Leaving no one untouched by its madness
Isn't it funny how at death we still lie
Ne'er remembring that shadow of sadness
Indian Summer mentholates our lungs;
Our trembling throats mutter oceans
Long after sand castles are washed away, we've sung
The gritty ditties, fortifying our emotions
Dug in deep, foxhole country, warmth subsides
Blistering our memories where affection resides.
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!
Sweetly cavalier rosy cheeks and eyes clear
Intent gaze saying see and trust dear
Chivvy up your pure skirts for a quick poke
Promises betrothal but he's a joke
The diabolic cloot, fiend to the end
Laughs in your shame to abaddon would send
The sparkling eyes and sweet deceiving smile
Gave a demidevil surprise child vile
Child of lust, incubus frets your dreaming
Calculated evil, cruel living
Walk like an angel, daimon incognito
You're a booty call, his hot tomato
Deceived, deceived, a sad sinner conceived
Denied, beset yet salvation granted
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!
The Tides of Our Passion
The tides of our passion cry out my love,
As we seek to define who we are now.
To live this special life gives us that how,
And when and why we must seek God above!
Our souls blend one perfect constant of love,
As we prize God’s cosmic eternal vow.
Our passion defines our life and us now;
Our love basks in Heaven’s own light above!
Our passion’s rapture is love replete,
With brilliant emotions forever bright,
As we kiss softly under God’s moonlight!
Love’s magical force makes our life complete,
As we seek happiness here on God’s Earth,
Knowing love shall transcend our mortal birth!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 28, 2015 (Petrarchan Sonnet)
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Octave: abbaabba | Sestet: cddcee
Melodies...echo of (two edged)..songs
Thrusting swords of austere dillusions
Onyx shroud, cavern sings illusions
To halt thy motions (stillness)....Wrongs
Schemes, unfed? (fattening) They flourish
Reminiscences~ Choice (once) 'twas mine
Whispers upon such sweet fires (thine)
Written desires, flames shall nourish
Fork'd tongue exhales power....(influence)
Tickles fancies, darkness shall cloak thee
Flashes of strong foredoom..wait (suspense)
(perhaps) Shall this souls' twisted song see?
Commune deep here...coalesce the wound
Of essence shroud (ragged) beating, swooned
Oh...wilt thou love? Fullsome beseech...
Caverns beat hath wrought pounding henceforth
Rarest~Thine...Seek thy breath..go forth
Upon thy countenance, beauty reach
Hilltops of many its glory shall preach
Beyond time, nary question loves worth
Eternal bequeath shall light thy torch
Truest love (betwixt) hither wilt teach
Hither....upon face art forlorn tears
Fall, fullsome, (met silence) besought
Shall answers be nary? Henceforth a mere...
Pooled midst heart (Darkness)...Naught...
Shall wait....wax love....upon bended knee
Cavern...truest love bequeath to thee!
(Inspired by Kristens Renaissance
Tomorrow will come and I shall remember your smile
Where the stars set so fine on an evening so worthwhile
Sweet sounds of voices lingering soft and free
With the strains of his hair he had eyes of the sea
He told me tales and rested my head apon his shoulder
Engrossed in woven bed sheets to keep us from getting colder
His kisses of sweetness conformed and moist
His words more dashing than I’d ever heard him voice
Two bodies magically worship and caressing in trust
Were bellowed winds of ecstasy blustered into lust
We spun slowly downward into the eyes of a sway
Where nothing around us could draw us away
Now this moment in time this journey of our minds
Shall reoccur in the depths of hearts passionately entwined
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
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.
A sparrow falls whilst singing to the stars so bright and clear,
My love for you eternal, shall not falter have no fear,
A nightingale shall sore the skies so fearless and so pure,
I say to you I shall not cry, of this you can be sure,
Sweet Julie can you here me now, my heart it beats for you,
And I shall not falter once, until my life is through,
For if we meet whilst walking along gods golden shore,
I know I will have lived my life to hold you evermore.
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, oh chocolate truffle... to my lips!
February 10, 2013
Inspired by Jon Cavanaugh's "Ode to Chocolate".