You’re sleeping soundly, but I’m left on fire
Engulfed by flames of burning hot desire
I yearn for you, and in my heart’s an ache
For I must wait till sun kissed, you awake
I think of you, so full of every grace
You’re angel bearings show upon your face
The strength of virile man is in your stance
It makes the heart in me just want to dance
To know that you are mine is sweetest treat
It makes me want each day anew to greet
The joy of losing self there in your eyes
Gives me the wings I need to take to skies
You give me strength; you give me love that’s true
My world is epic all because of you
For Gautami Phookan’s Contest- I think of You
February 17, 2015
Dearest one I think so very often of our special love,
And thank God above daily for that chance meeting,
For this Darling is what our dreams are made of—
And makes seeing you always such a special greeting!
Dreams are the mystical fabric of poets’ ink and verses,
And reflect emotions and tears very special and so rare;
For one’s heart and soul weave into these very verses,
While poets ponder passion pure and love so ever rare!
I sense and see the sweet tears from your eyes so true;
Real emotions they show me always my dearest love,
And your thoughts and passion never leave me blue,
For this Darling is what our dreams are made of—
Our love’s so real and special as we walk life’s path as One,
Knowing our dreams are made of love for two—now One!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
December 9, 2014 (Shakespearean Sonnet in Rhyme poetic format)
Rhyme Sequence: abab|cdcd|efef|gg
Own Your Beauty
I’ve known of your beauty for years
Through consummate joy and rivers of tears
We’ve been down some roads that others have trod
In search of His favor, the blessings of God.
Doubt may sometimes cloud your mind
And sometimes life may seem so unkind
So, you may not see the beauty I see
Though why will always be a mystery to me.
Together, we’ll fight for what we call ours
Through winter storms and summertime showers.
I see some things that others might miss
So I walk around in total bliss.
So, own your beauty and know who you are.
In my loving heart, you're always a star.
Written By John Posey
“The perfect one” breezed in; it was “in May“.
Like “petals in the wind,” “in dawn’s bright glow,”
“a kiss of sunshine” on a rainy day,
he brought the greatest “joy” I was to know.
We watched “sun” “golden” “in a hammock sky,”
“basking” until “after dusk” so “lost in love.”
With “prairie whispers” round us, we would sigh.
“My sweet one,” he was “what dreams are made of.”
“September” came. His “soft touch,” still “divine,”
“for just” a while endured! “Like fragile leaves,”
it withered and “true love” could not be mine.
So “taken hopelessly,” my heart still grieves.
“A year of glitter glow” now seems a dream.
“Snow falls” and “I am” lost “without hope’s gleam.”
For Adam Hapworth's "It's All In the Titles" Poetry Contest
Nights So Love-locked In Your Arms
Nights love-locked into your arms
breathing in all of your charms
A spell cast to set love ablaze
we lost into epic, romantic haze
You gave its greatest gift, bliss
thanking heaven I did not miss
The sweetest ever enduring kiss
in my dreams I often reminisce
Rested within your lover's trust
heart's deepest desire, a must
Songs that sang us both asleep
memories we shall forever keep
Memories flood out this the best
love surviving each and every test!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2014
note: Decided to share here my poem for today, a sonnet,
the one I write every day on paper for my darling wife.
This one being so tame and pg I can do this..
Hope you may enjoy reading this heartfelt write..
She will read this after her 12 hour shift today at the
hospital. I have high hopes she asks me to frame this
one too. The "tames ones" she asks me to frame but
never the very racey, so very deeply intimate ones. lol
She demands those always stay private..
A Lover's Query
I cannot love thee any more , nor less
hast thou not thrilled to my nightly embrace
cried about sins I faithfully confess
in shock at my previous sinner's race?
Nay, fair lady think me not a high fool
a master of deceit that sells my charm
tormentor in words so very cruel
ruffian that scurries about to harm!
My lady, looks at me the cock that crows
that preens in the morning to please the Sun
strutting, pleasing your eyes as our love grows
do you speak soft and I come on a run?
Do we not share this secret lover's bond?
Secret nights of which you are very fond?
Robert J. Lindley 08-25-2014
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.
Shall I compare thee to your mother's arse?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent
Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.
But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.
Thou art to me the fairest crimson rose,
A tender bloom with dawn's first colour gilt;
Yet ev'ry flow'r in mortal clime that grows,
Is here for but a time, and then does wilt.
By all I e'er held dear, I now aver,
That though a rose may wilt, yet still 'tis sweet;
I only hope a place I could secure
In fondest adoration at thy feet.
For fairness found in form and face will fail,
But that within the heart may shine undimmed;
Though nothing for youth's beauty may avail,
A heart with golden deeds may yet be rimmed.
My Juliet, in truth I do declare,
I love thee not for youthful beauty fair.
I found a universe between our eyes
And there is where I touched gentle romance
A pause that lingered, was of no surprise
This heart confirmed every look and glance
When I close my mind's eye, I still see you
A beckoning smile to replace the space
And around your eyes a soft colored hue
To light the moment and enhance your face
Should my heart require shelter from a storm
I will find its entrance where eyes confess
A place to turn to and see a fire form
This universe no better place to rest
In pause that lingered, I found your eyes pure
And the universe between, it endures
The radiance of our love is so true,
From the first time we met my dearest one.
I saw your eyes, felt your joy, and I knew
That no one else but you could be the one.
Our first embrace was so warm and intense,
And we sensed everything felt nice and right,
And we kissed deeply feeling no pretense,
As we strolled on that wondrous starlit night.
Our hearts and souls have melded now as one,
With our emotions afire my dearest!
Our love and life’s journey has now begun,
And we must keep us ever so nearest!
We have radiance in our love so true,
And pray to God for his divine love too!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
(December 29, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet)
Rhyme Sequence: abab|cdcd|efef|gg
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
With eyelids shut, old boyfriends of mine kissed
my lips unwhetted, so it’s no surprise
to me the romance in my life I missed
because so many guys just close their eyes.
Those men who pressed like wolves, eyes always closed,
cared not to understand or love my heart.
While making out with them, I nearly dozed!
How rare must be the man who knows the art
of looking long with gaze unwavering
and softly brushing mouth against the cheek,
who gently teases in his savoring
as only eyes and tracing fingers speak.
How sweet the magic seldom loosed in me
by those few gents who simply knew to see.
Sonneteer55/ Dec. 23, 2011
Using my yahoo pseudonym for the "S"
of Sonnet form.
For David Williams' "Romance" Poetry Contest
In someone else’s dream I long to be.
I yearn to permeate his heart and mind.
So when he drifts to sleep it’s me he’ll see,
and in my arms his paradise he’ll find.
We’ll meet inside a world of glowing hues
and catch a star to Venus and the moon.
As homeward bound on comet’s tail we cruise,
I’ll read his wicked thoughts and nearly swoon.
Then slowly I’ll fulfill his fantasies.
He’ll sweetly moan, and then my name he’ll call.
Inside this dream I’ll have him on his knees,
for I will be his only and his all.
But no, not he. . . it’s I who can’t resist!
And it’s in dreams of mine(not his) we’ve kissed.
For the Dream a lil Dream Contest of
Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
Cornices, and Gargoyles with eyes turned low,
hold fast the passing in a frozen stare
as slow vapor rising from vents below
is churned by soles into thick city air.
Undeterred, the well-heeled leather bottom
wingtips fly past sandaled sloths at crosswalks
while clicking heels kick dead leaves of autumn
and wind their way through crowded city blocks.
Just above a breezy sidewalk café,
sheer fabric wafts a low-loft window sill,
two pair of empty vamps and laces lay,
removed in shameless haste and lustful will.
Beneath the sheets, a naked feet affair,
entwined, aligned, with dreamy souls laid bare.
Michael F. Lewis and Thvia Shetley
Two hearts set forth upon the road one day
Braving the perilous plights of life's path
And by cleaving together onward, they
Transcended and eclipsed the laws of math
For what good is a wing without its pair?
Alone it weeps and never hopes to fly
But when met with another, both can dare
And blaze uncharted trails across the sky
So, too, the heart is meant for something more
Enclosed within, yet still designed for flight
Together two can make the spirit soar
And set the tinderbox of love alight
As the flames fly, it cannot be undone
When it comes to love, one and one makes one.
wandering in thoughts.
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love
Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love
(Moon is My Muse)
You lie beyond an obscure veil
Above the foggy city lights
Illuminating the night so pale
Giving darkness lights respite
Elliptical loops around earth’s face
Wearing wane or increase smiles
Still quickening lover’s heart pace
Ever working your earthly wiles
Finding muses in your boldness
Poets stroke their papered words
Romance beckons in your fullness
Love lyrics written or poetic blurbs
Earthly harvesters glean in the night
Twice find beauty in blue moon bright
Written for: “Moon is My Muse” on 2/27/13
I used the definition for Sonnet found in Poetry Soup Forms
After the wild roses stopped to bloom,
I visited your backyard each afternoon.
I counted the thorns of your rose tree,
wondering if a new bud I would see…
You didn’t come and lean by the window,
combing your hair under the afterglow.
The night wind carried you to me instead,
as I pillowed my head on the root’s thread.
You left the door open on the morrow,
when a new pink rose started to grow.
Should I leave the rose – young and pure -
or Should I follow your lead –
gave to me no more than one queen
blossoming in a garden left unseen.
'...in the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.'
Alfred Lord Tennyson.
The boundless joy I feel when you are near
is peerless, much more precious than pure gold,
and I can scarce restrain a happy tear
when your resplendent beauty I behold.
Your tresses, silken and so fair lie soft
upon your pillow, nestled by design,
your slender body mesmerizes, oft
I long to hold you close and make you mine.
Your eyes like sparkling stars so deeply rare
imbue whate'er they see with purity;
no sweeter verdict pass'd could be my share
than be here bless'd for all eternity,
safe in your embrace with the world astray
I'll lie content, my woes so far away.
(Free Style Sonnet)
The sky turns from day to night
There we go my Love in a flight
Heart then wander at last free
Till you take me to new heights
You enchant me more as days go by
We're entwined in this love so divine
Thunder clouds roll in, covering dawn
But I just feel in your arms so fine
Your love is in me deeply ingrained
With true patterns of beauty remained
Life give me a taste of your love to quench
I only think of you while I sit in this bench
Lost, still navigating in the sea of your love
Dreaming till flying with you to heaven above.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Hold me in your heart
as I hold you in mine.
Though we must now part
I, for you, will not pine.
You and just you
have e'er been the one.
You are my love, true.
My moon, my sun.
We shall soon be
hand in hand, face to face
when you come back for me,
back to this place.
We are as one, you and I,
here on earth or when our souls fly.
single syllable poem
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.
The waking world leaves me ne’r content
My sweet if there’s no place for you and I
To find ourselves, to love and ne’r repent
To live, to love, to dream, and then to die
Beneath the sky above this dreamful sleep
I’ll find you there in hope or passions eye
And pray you seek me well and find me deep
Your heart content to love one such as I
But if you find me not in slumbers womb
And passions flame has not the chance to light
Forget me not or to my early tomb
This heart will surely break and rend the night
Yet, sleep you well, my love my timeless muse
And wait anon ’til morrow’s dreams pursue
~Christopher Thor Britt
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.
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.
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.
Together they live happily forever
in a life filled with sorrows and sadness
they will be together, always never
excluded from reality for life
Forever or never they live to cry,
away they will be gone with but a knife
the choice to live happily or to just die
A knife or life, forever or never
a quarrel, a death, leaving one alone
he lies on the ground, a knife in his heart
a plan, a scheme, its never to be known
She says to herself "we must never part"
Now two dead hearts lie, killed with the same knife
Why? Was it love or just a wast of life?
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
My heart doth beat with rapid pounding beats
My breath doth pant in deep and quick hot gasp
To tell you of my love needs no repeats
And to my bosom, close to me, I thee enclasp
Fear not the dark and mist of any season
Not to compare to summer’s rose that dies
Shining bright the sun, love is the reason
Speak not of grudging nor of sad goodbyes
Our love must come in sips, time is the thief
From love's sweet chalice do thy lips feel burned
To quench my fill, each sip is sweet but brief
Goodbye shall not besmirch our love I yearn
To hold, to sip and drink your sweet hello
My heart doth beat, each beat is yours you know.
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.
The poet was in love; as was his wont,
he took his lovely lady to the dell,
a place of solitude, his favorite haunt,
where two could go. . . and this is what befell:
With images of pleasure in his mind,
he led the fresh and beautiful young maid
through nature’s Eden. . . Soon they were reclined
upon a blanket in a secret glade.
the murmur of a stream, the trill of birds
accompanied him as he then intoned
his well-rehearsed and flowery sweet words
when unexpectedly, the maiden groaned. . .
“Please cut this short. Your jumbled verse is stale,
and tell me in that basket there’s some ale!”
Feb. 24, 2014 for the Angel of Odd Contest.
Darling no matter what’s coming our way,
We’ll be full and content in heart and soul,
As we both walk with joined hands day by day,
Our love will give us so much to extol!
May our love be such a joy on this Earth,
As we seek meaning in life daily spent.
We must master our destiny from birth,
To learn what the Angels in Heaven meant!
With faith and love pure we’re happily one,
As we march with hands joined against all strife;
We’ve learned the reason why for being one,
Is to know God’s part of us in our life!
With our passion one in Heaven above;
Please know I’m with you forever my love!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
December 21, 2014 (Shakespearean Sonnet poetic
format in Iambic Pentameter)