He held me through the maelstrom of my heart
strong arms of comfort, chest of solid might
with soothing touch the healing he did start
he brought the rays of sun to warm my night
the whispers in my ear were tender, sweet
they breathed into my soul his courage fierce
he vanquished all the cold with flaming heat
and placed his balm on wounds that lies did pierce
my heart he touched and made to beat once more
my eyes he kissed with truth, and I could see
On lips his love with kisses he did pour
he arms a haven that was meant to be
To him who loves me with such constant care
my dreams, my soul and body I will bare
Though wrinkled veins line years on drooping arms
I'll hold all springtime's traces of young vows,
to care for you through life’s devoted charms
and rouse our crowning glory, joy endows
while tint of whitened hair enchants my heart
that passing unto seasons now grows old,
upon this dream's compass we have to part.
So sing dear one, our floral notes behold
as I guard you through one last winter rain,
until once more sweet memories grip us
to cuddle mild laughter and tunes again
when petals reel unto skies with caress,
…before leaves of demise call us to rest
we’ll share night's end upon heaven’s bequest.
Kelly Deschler's Stand By Me Contest
'When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No, I won't be afraid ;Oh, I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me'
Ben E. King - Stand By Me
(The Relativity of Beyond)
Bacteria, too small for human eyes
Engage their fight for life within our midst,
So unaware of Earth's gigantic spies
With microscopes and slides, who co-exist.
And tiny fish contained by walls of glass,
Oblivious to all that thrives outside,
In world of colored sand and plastic grass
Know not of ocean's roar or rhythmic tide.
And we, the wisest brothers of life's sea,
Who travel well the wonders of our home,
Are blinded by the endless mystery
Of space and time--horizons we can't roam.
What great dimension of the vast beyond
Makes Earth a microscopic vagabond?
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
Contest: A Penney For Your Thoughts
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
“If life is going to exist in a Universe of this size,
then the one thing it cannot afford to have is
a sense of proportion.”
Douglas Adams, Author: 1952-2001
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.
Always this duo
Welcomes the neo
Their purpose is noble
To encourage the 'novel'
The words they use
Make one muse
Only a sweet bun
Relished by everyone
"Congrats!" they say
Like a sun ray
Poet Destroyer makes us happy
Visiting comment box in snappy..!!
Skat A scatters many a ray
To illuminate our nights and day..!!
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.
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.
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 healthy soul that 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
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.
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
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!
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.
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
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
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
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.
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.
To love or not to love a woman? Which
is better? To love and love well is good
so long they who love love without falsehood
as their twain hearts so compel and make rich
love's treasures. As friend, she's best: never switch
a lady-friend into a lover, should
her all precious friendship and lady-hood
be injured and make her a hateful witch.
But, alas, to love God is best! Not I,
but the aims of this life and Destiny
make it so that men like me must decry
love's ambit for a life of poverty.
But if I could choose, I'd be more content
as love's disciple and caged exponent.
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
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.
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?
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
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
“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
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.
My sweetheart 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,
place after place in the same hemisphere.
And if she's not 'gainst tarrying for me,
I'd give all to marry her by the sea.