We haven’t been formally acquainted
Though your words now travel in me
A picture of harmony you’ve painted
Love truest, in the very highest degree
Trouble in the midst, but don’t stress
Look into the windows of the soul
Therein you’ll find your happiness
Where two parts become a whole
Partake of this newfound pleasure
Two rivers now flowing into one
The joy contained has no measure
Warmth radiating like rays of sun
On this road of destiny or now call it fate
To encounter true love, it’s never too late
Based on In Deepened Harmony by Nette Onclaud
I do not know you, but your friends desire you back. You must truly be a light and inspiration to them.
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,
Your love is like a fall’s crisp kiss
I can walk a thousand miles to get away from you
I can swim to the bottom of the ocean blue
I can fly a million feet up, way high in the air
I can pretend each day that I just don’t care
Yet I am sorry for the way I acted, the words I left unspoken
When I think of how we ended, my heart feels way too broken
Do you really feel this way, my presence do you not miss?
You made it clear your heart has no place for me anymore
I will move on and hope to find another to love like you
I will walk away, our memories in my heart I’ll store
Never allowing my mind to believe that it is true
For I loved, I lost. But as a friend I will never again tell
That you hold my heart forever, you are my Angel.
Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.
Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.
If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!
I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!
How old people take medicine over the years.
they feel different live in tension and fears.
what is good flavour to live always in tears?
they are irritated and abusive in some hears.
but still they inspire jump in the forward gears.
they worried to draw a will for their next kin.
still they scroll numbers to play lottery to win.
they occupied to grab money they think its not sin.
they love holidays and luxuries, living for fun,
they are not scrap don't throw them in a bin.
Drinking alcohol is harmful they do as fashionable style,
don't eat much red flash but they do, take advice in a file,
don't walk hard n't good for heart but they walk another mile.
they know death has dreams they love happy ending smile.
Baby, you remind me of a bunny,
sweet loyal and trustworthy
you always make life funny
when we're not together, i miss you badly,
you notice things no other man bothers to notice,
when i look into your blue eyes i see the true me,
my exes made me feel worthless
that's why i believe in our family,
when we speak i feel the love
when you smile at me i could swim in your dimples
our hands fit together as snug as gloves
and one hug from you makes life seem simple
I'm so happy you are my boyfriend
i never want this relationship to end.
One beautiful lie , an unvoiced sonnet
Words veiled with a crime that steals my hearts last beat
Slow turn of your mood shows me disquiet
With kisses warm and vulgar with deceit.
One pulse stills, our love was not the one love,
Just remains of a lukewarm cup of tea.
You steep and brood, one pineing the lost dove.
My broken wing lame, I fall into the sea.
Beautiful lies, my heart begs for your fires
To hear the words forged my way by anvil
Beautiful lies, hope grows dim and expires
Waiting for judgment by divine gavel
Tremble my lips , tears fall dry from my eyes
Protect me from madness, beautiful lies.
IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU
Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.
In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.
This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.
Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
My favored friend and lovely professor,
is it so wrong to love and admire
you with so doubtful a fiery splendor
that heeds no morals,--just wanton desire?
Your supple form is my Achilles' heel;
your lips--what lips those are!--I dare to kiss!
Your cheeks which blush with life and tint reveal
a sound and wealthy soul who gives me bliss.
Woe am I! my conundrum--unbridled lust
for you that vexes me when we are near:--
I must sweep under the ground and the dust
my feelings for you,--'tis urgently clear!
If, my friend, I were not your young student;--
would my warmth for you be so imprudent?
A female friend of gorgeous pulchritude
presents a boy with an experience
of erotic, nervous, elated mood,--
to him, it's a most welcomed "hinderance."
A male friend of chiseled, sexy, good looks
makes a big girl self-conscious and confused
when reading "Fifty Shades of Grey" love books
as she's turned on by him, fully aroused.
They each may think of the possibilities
and wonder: "What can it hurt...if I cross
that line?" Is it worth the realities
and risks and the potential chance of loss?
A sexy friend's hot bod may be real fine,
but is it worth a cheap roll on cloud nine?
1.) poembender; 2.) Philosophical motif; 3.) for "Impress me with a small poem III" Contest
PARASOL OF LOVE
By the river, cuddled, we walked along,
kicking autumn leaves yellow and maroon.
Then rain came faster than a patter song,
rattling above us a popular tune.
Happy tears dropped freely from paradise,
nourishing the seeds of our affection.
I recall gazing into your brown eyes,
pledging to always give you protection.
Our lives are like the teeming of that rain,
sometimes it dribbles, other times profuse.
In spite, our bond survived through joy and pain,
whether in the bedroom or the caboose.
May this rain continue and never die,
As you’re the parasol that keeps me dry.
Written by: Ronald Zammit
How many gentlemen have chased your myth?
How many captains and how many kings?
How many have heard of your legend fell?
How many poets and how many priests?
How could they resist your tender mercy?
They'll never deny the world at your feet.
How many gentle ladies dread your myth?
How many mistresses, how many maids?
How many have known your calamity?
How many nurses and how many nuns?
How could they ever dare compete with thee?
They'll never deny the world your beauty.
How many people, both women and men,
Meet the measure of The Perfect Woman?
*Michael Dom, sonnet for Nette Onclaude's Take Two contest.
**I had thought of shortenning this poem to fit in 'The Perfect Woman' competition, but I could not do that without destroying the original vision. A pity I wrote the poem before reading the competition rules! Nevermind, it's all good! mt_dom
Within nature there are some great aspects
Like going on walks that take you on treks
Many picnics are wanted in nature
Romantic getaways are the future
There is some kissing in the rose garden
The beauty exists never to harden
A harsh human nature is the break-up
There are lonely strolls that make a shake-up
A single status erupts from your soul
Now eating out alone is your new role
It’s a time when no more stars do twinkle
Unbearable sadness makes a wrinkle
Seeing nature has facets where you see
This nature is unbearable beauty
Contest: Unbearable Beauty
Sponsor: frank herrera
She waits in silence for him to come back,
Knowing better than to ask where he's been.
When stumbling in with a bottle of Jack,
She knows at that moment it will begin.
Another night painted purple with proof,
Though she swears she'll leave him every next day.
Staring right through his eyes she stands aloof,
Not even bothering to plead or pray.
Like water lets the wind take all control,
She becomes a stone wall, flinching never.
Appearing strong but by an empty soul,
She wishes only to sleep forever.
She now lies still like a rock under Earth.
Neither one knew what value she was worth.
A Paris Love Affair - MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE
I must confess to nights of indiscreet
but Madam, my intent was having fun,
and now your eyes tell me, as sure they meet,
what you desire is more than love has done;
does not your heart lean to a burning flame
as much as what your life's accustomed to?
For any fool to play this losing game,
they've got to need the bite as much as you;
and so you choose to look so very deep
to raise the heat in me, and make me know
that what you want's a love you will not keep
more than a night or two--and then you go.
What is it you desire? I must submit,
or all my life I'll be regretting it!
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
My blood undenied;
Though a red lip;
Yet a significant figure;
We are oceans apart;
Waiting to confluence;
This caused by sources religious
Which I hear will later confluence;
No response lie in wait;
When all the wishes of the sources;
Arrive at their door step when they
least expect it;
This you tell me in silence;
that the blood undenied will find it's
I trust you;
The blood of my blood that must
....My blood undenied
Children with an illness,
Go through life,
They are looked down apon,
Because they are different,
When really they are not,
They are no different from you and me,
They have the same blood,
Running through their bodies,
Just as their hearts as well,
So, don't just look apon,
Their outer appearance,
And judge them,
For who they really are,
For a lot of them,
Are smarter and brighter,
Than you and I,
Could possibly be,
On our brightest day,
For they have the gifts,
From God up above,
So, always take the time,
To get to know their inner beauty,
For who they really are,
Cause they too need love,
Just as everyone else does,
If not even more.
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
A pause is for thought,
or just to remember
in case you forgot.
A loss is forever,
and lies far beyond
that crossed over point.
A choice is a dilemma
to go left or go right,
to be good or be bad,
to continue or hide,
it can’t be avoided
you have to decide.
Unless there are two points of view,
to be considered, then who decides?
“STAY WITH ME”
Stay, oh sweet, and not rise
The light that shines comes from thy eyes
For the day breaks not,
It is my heart.
Because that you and I must part,
Stay, or else my joy will die
And perish in their infancy.
Reincarnate in me a new heart
Heart, shinning so bright
As new as the dawn of a new day
For real, I will oblige,
To all cannons of our reunion
And anticipate the every joy
That it bring forth in abundance.
Joseph .C. John
Which is better? To love or not to love
(a woman)? To love--and love well--is good
so long they who love love without falsehood
and count the other as their heart's pet dove.
To befriend (her) is better; never shove
a lady-friend into a lover, should
her virtuous friendship and womanhood
belie an injury that rob her love.
However, to love God is best. Not I,
but the claims of this life--O Destiny!--
make it so that men like us must decry
love, and sin, for a life of poverty.
Although, if God wills it, love will find me
in heaven's field,--in heaven's golden lea!
I sat smoking my lonely cigarette;
Sat recalling the sublime memories we had.
We had splendid times; bittersweet emotions lingered within your silhouette.
You were tender to me and I grew fond and clad.
Your serendipity overtook me.
A vast ocean lies between us; the Atlantic.
Your soul is beautiful; young and bright; wild and free.
Mine is troubled. Lonesome. Ever so frantic.
Take your aim. Shoot. And slay my demons.
The cigarette I consume draws insidious smoke.
Unsure, I am, if my eyes tear from burning fumes or from sorrow’s lens.
Dance. Float. Melt. In your seduction make me soak.
Reassure me that you will never leave; never say goodbye.
Sway me nightly and sing me sweet love’s lullaby.
Excitement is in Georgia standing on a ledge.
His expression is that he loves her.
But she loves someone else.
Yet everything about her says she thinking of me.
Tell me please, why is she not part of my destiny.
If faith is the witness, I will conquer her love.
She will not think of him anymore.
I called to her to come to me early on.
She answered by coming straight from home.
I was waiting on the balcony when I heard her knock.
I ran to the door and pull on the knob.
The door open hastily and we hugged.
We stood in the foyer for a moment or two.
Walking not saying a word, we enter the bedroom.
If faith is the witness, I will conquer her love.
She will not think of him anymore.
PENNED ON MARCH 08, 2014!
Four days in, the picture frame is Positano,
The falling rain, the silence of our separation.
Unexplained, unravelling threads of expectation,
This is real, we came undone in Positano.
City of dreams, threshold to the lives of many,
Ancient streets, supporting the weight of shuffling feet.
Lonely streets, wet with the tears of Positano.
Thoughts of home, I thought I knew which way to turn,
Walking with you, my feet got clumsy and insecure,
Coming undone, our truth came out in Positano.
Sometimes, we are back again in that passing moment,
Beyond these walls, our souls come out to join and thrive.
Love was alive, and rose like the sun to light the sky,
Once in a life, we were close on the streets of Positano.
For you my love, the most exquisite pain
I know, is a continuous torture
that I must suffer all over again;
afflicted, I am like a sad Creature.
Alone, all too alone! I am ambushed
by my feelings for you, ever anxious
I'll be rejected of you and be crushed
because my love's so desperately zealous.
My love for you burns like a billion stars!--
how much longer I can keep it alive,
from burning out or dying is but ours
to decide; until then we'll love and thrive.
Please don't fear a love as robust as mine,
my love, for it aids your soul--even thine.
01//16/2014, "any poem contest #2" Contest
Come in sit down relieve your soul awhile
And let me help bring peace back to your mind
I’m sure for you there is an extra smile
My heart as always trying to be kind
You know how much I really care for you
Your happiness is all I care about
For you I do the things that I go through
To be your haven free from worldly doubt
I’m sorry please forgive the tears you see
It hurts to see new bruises that you bring
Sometimes our love and reason disagree
Be patient and perhaps your love will sing
For now just close you eye and drift to sleep
I’ll sing some songs sweet memories I keep
Oh my Lord, Oh my souL
Hear me, Hear this song
Angels will sing along
Hear us, Hear this song
God, You are great
You are my faith
Never, You're late
In every life's door
You are our splendor
To You, we're here for
On the heavens, You stretch
On waters, You don't fret
On winds, You don't fled
We bless Your name
We Glorify Your name
We lift Your name
---------->>> to God always be the glory
I was inspired by Psalm 104: 1-3.. From this, these thoughts sprouted...
jan. 20, 2014
My love, as ointment poured out is your name.
As odors, sweet, and spices, rich and rare,
Does its fair sound rejoice the waves of air.
The fragrance filled the house when Mary came
To kneel at Jesus' feet, her love aflame,
The alabaster box spilled out, her hair,
The towel with which she wiped away His care;
So now this room is scented by your name.
The Balm of Gilead alone excels
The mollifying virtue your name gives;
There is no thing about you which repels,
For what you are is all that to me lives;
And, He and you, intertwined, my gospel
Are, which two my soul's salvation give.
My maiden dwells on the coasts of Brazil,--
in clear, sweet notes her lips speak Portuguese;
her beauty makes the earth and sun stand still--
what a tragedy if she were a tease!
Beholding her fair face is what I miss;
surrounding her in a loving embrace
and kneeling down to give her a soft kiss:--
all these would make my quickening heart race!
The distance between us, like a thick mist,
keeps us apart;--but I by heaven swear
that someday we'll have our clandestine tryst,
a time and place in the same hemisphere.
And if she's not against betrothing me,
I'd give all to marry her by the sea.
What are you? You are joy and peace and grace,
But beyond, to the utmost, you are love.
Only love could have lifted me above
The endless toiling of my wretched pace
And cradled me within a resting place,
Where I am held as hand in glove,
A covering of peace but more of love.
My soul arrives with one glance at your face.
We have no need of barter or exchange;
T is true your heart is mine and mine is thine.
There is no broader scope, no field or range
Wherein there lies more freedom than is mine
In being wholly yours. Think it not strange,
For love's true freedom does securely bind.
My highest wish for you I hold secure
Within my breast, locked fast within my heart,
Of which your own is now so great a part
That yours from mine I cannot e're demur;
Yet, if your soul's defense be not assured,
And I in love grasp wrongly for your heart,
I pray God grants to me the strength to start
The slaying of a love I would endure.
The dream I hold for you is higher yet
Than any dream in legend I have found;
And I avow my pledge know not regret,
But that your soul in purity abound,
For if you make an idol of me yet,
Beware: my own two hands will drag it down.
People come to tell me your weaknesses
They come with a list of vices and faults
When they are done, I laughed out their meanness
But they make me love you more for your faults.
Our relationship assigned forever
The will stamped and signed, never to depart
We ought to love in fair or foul weather
We may retract the heart though cannot part.
Our love is priced more than the world can hold
A vast reservoir, the rivers can’t slake
We have built such secrecy quite controlled
Our manners will overcome if there’s slack.
Let’s us be patient in love while we live
When we’re no more, forever we may live.
September 2, 2014
Form: Sonnet (Pentameter Syllable count-140)
Sixth Place Win
Contest: Intimate Relationship by Regina
above an autumn's moonlit sky
'twas there in flight, a hurtled star
then visions land as from afar
what wants 'came focused on mind's eye
was it shining gold that called?
a better man it's left enthralled
fame and power? the skill to jest?
so many dreams, thy brain was mauled
but out from selfish musings sung
a thought so single, bright, and true!
on crisp night air I felt it hung
it melted over, then I knew
for next to me my lover strode
i wished for us a sweet abode
July 31, 2013
Holy Holy Holy I must say to all.
Long day hard day I am with you.
Hot day cold day it is for me too.
Days months or years you I call.
You have displayed my visual doll.
Multitudes of truth seeds you grew.
Spoken for as spoken words abrew.
I grant you the light in that dark hall.
Never say never!
Never look back!
I am yours forever!
I am with no lack.
I am always the hands of filters,
Observing my Kingdom Builders.
(C) Copyright 2013 Ann Rich
Wherefore are you all a perplexity,
O women? Though you be the fairer sex
your cruel and cold, enigmatic, complex
brains are rife with insensitivity.
Your loves, so sweet at first--duplicity!
"You and me, forever," you say,--and flex
at me eternal love like a reflex,
ne'er acknowledging your dishonesty.
O women, understanding you is lost
to me--for e'en your kind's best makes no sense.
To think! my love, my poems...all at great cost
wasted on thee and on your loves' pretense!?
Wiser, I resign myself at their love,--
ne'ermore to think women as from above.
As Eve from Adam came, so I from thee;
I, flesh of your flesh, bone of your bone,
Of all creation made to be your own,
Soul of your very soul eternally.
We are joined by bonds of love, I and thee,
Bonds which hold me close to you though alone.
I am engraved upon your heart; and stone,
By chisel and by hammer hewn, indeed,
Could not hold my name as surely as thine
Heart does. Though wild the winds of time may beat,
Your love shall prove my birth, how truly thine
I am. Storm fade stones and thus defeat
The purpose of their words, but line on line,
My soul from yours none can ever delete.
Another year has come; the old one past,
Its store of mem'ries gathered in like grain
Into the heart's treasury. Let no bane
There enter to destroy. Again thou hast
Protected me against the fearful blast
Of winter's barren cold and bitter rain,
A coat thou gave to me of love unfeigned;
A shield against the stormy surges, vast;
A cloak to wrap around tyour turtle dove,
Like Hannah brought to Samuel each year
In celebration of the birth of love,
The promise of Jehovah held most dear
To her whose prayer moved all of Heav'n above:
Thus covered, I embrace another year.
Stand The Axe
Cut the tree, making that one deep mark
silence the bird, a soft muted skylark
Step over the dead words sent on down
stealing tears from a very sad clown
Stand the axe against another tree
love and hate can never ever agree
Sweet song gifted to change wicked mind
your eyes opened but so very blind
Nay, again I shall not cowardly bow
reform your evil ways, do it now
Last chance to set heart to winded sail
new coin , there inside the wishing well
Love cries for you to see yet again
Joyous future, one we dared to plan
04, 11, 1977
Note: very long ago , a young man asks girlfriend to
choose him over families money and influence. She
chose the money.... Life went on.... Sadness reaped a
very bitter harvest but survival kicked in.
A Sonnet for Jayne
O,'Tis such a rare and beauteous thing
Amidst the turmoil,who can explain
That which inspires a man's soul to sing,
Or to reflect its light in loud refrain.
Were the stars so sullen before we met?
Did both the moon and sun forswear to shine?
For I could roam the whole of earth, and yet
What beauty gazed upon compares to thine?
With but the lightest touch my heart combusts,
A whisper bids all other thoughts depart,
Ensnared within love's stormy throes and gusts,
With passion found, does life then truly start?
I pray thee say it's me whom you adore
Or let me go so I may die once more.
The World Broken
No greater sorrow
has the world known
Than the feeling of
For when else is a
man's heart blithely
On jagged rocks from
A symphony of
darkness and despair
The black crescendo
with each breath of
The soul, it weeps
for all the havoc
A smile forms a
A melancholy fugue
How many times can
shattered hope arise
A broken heart be
put together whole?
Entombed in an
infernal vault of
It seems I am
forsaken by the
I feel as though my soul came from your soul,
Giv'n birth by some great miracle of God.
Though long have been the paths that we have trod,
We are at last together and made whole.
I only know I yearned for some high goal,
To find the heart I came from and the broad
Soul with which my own soul could itself shod
And wear against the world. O, sweet soul,
I was from birth of you, heart of your heart,
And long I searched to find my way to thee,
To freedom from the world and all its smart,
To sure release from all captivity.
Ah, now I own it all, the whole, not part,
In you, my love, my life, my liberty.
I am convinced the stars reflect your eyes,
Much like the moon does for the burning sun;
If I'm correct our sun could never die,
Until the day which to the Earth you shun.
Let's watch the Earth set in the morning blaze,
And dread the time when it begins to lift,
Cuz in your light is where I want to stay
And nighttime glow is such a deathly shift;
Though all you carry is serenity,
The moonlight determines an anxious flow.
The world's desire Is your majesty,
And limits cause our cold hearts to be sow'd.
I would not find pride in self perfection
Because you're beyond all of its tension