Whilst I gaze so warmly in your eyes my dearest,
I see deeply your pure angelic soul of love
Reflecting like a radiant flight of a dove,
Charting its flight on so high emotions purest!
Our spirits ascend high in the sky so clearest
To the very boundaries of Heaven my love,
Where the power of brightness is God’s best above.
Your look of precious love is always mine dearest!
When we kiss so passionately our lips so melt,
As we caress warmly emotions are so felt!
Why we do this darling defines our love so dear,
As counts the worth of angels’ blessings to be here!
How we love each other so matters on God’s Earth,
Your look of so precious love exceeds all gold’s worth!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, December 05, 2014
(Petrarchan Sonnet poetic format in Iambic Hexameter)
“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
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
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
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
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..
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.
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
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
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.
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
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.
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
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
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?
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.
(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
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
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
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.
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
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
As the embers of love were dying
Slowly ready to die a slow death
The tears no more, there’s no more sighing
No chance even with a loving breath
To accept love was over was hard
The sap was now drained no more to rise
The leaves had finally left the tree
Then embers grew in another’s eyes
The fire of love did burn and did grow
The ageing tree did waken anew
The embers caught with loves fresh blow
The sap intense between me and you
To love late in life is a blessing
Fetch me my love, as time is pressing
Contest entry: Burning Embers
Castle walls thou hast breached for me
The miles thou weary travellest
Thou hast sent a heart full for me
Thou hast my love unravellest.
As the tree doth grow leaf once more
My love doth the same grow for thee
My blossom I will open forth.
As thou brings thy life’s love to me.
The walls thou boughtest down with grace
My heart thou stole and kept with thee
Thou givest me thy heart in place
To beat as one entwined with me.
As birds do mate on Valentines
I ask that thou will now be mine.
One of the first mentions of Valentine for the 14th was because that's when it was percieved that the birds begin to mate.
Afore falling in his arms they advice to think twice
Unregretful I act beyond my surprise
It’s the grip of a force, a force here to claim
Compelling, like a moth drawn to the flame
Every night encloses the heat of flaming souls
But sun kissed morning plays a wicked role
To my realization it brings an obvious question
What next to prevent conception?
Like always, I pop in a pill to save the bill
My guy admires the worth of a contraceptive pill
It causes side-effects. Ah! How would he know?
He enjoys the freedom of reckless show
Nevertheless, I look at kids and admire their innocence
Wish the pill could kill within me my maternal pretence!
Your love, it does so many things to me
Lights my heart afire, obvious you see
It makes me see things in pinks and in reds
I follow your lit path, which you have led
Your power is within the flame we hold
Which we now share with each other so bold
Our love is like some flowers that are grand
Seen at most houses in all this great land
Beauty that goes further than just skin deep
We are more than filled with love in our keep
Our souls are covered with a wondrous flame
Fire is in our hearts as we play love’s game
Passion is all aflame, burning with fire
Making our love be something we desire
Contest: Touched By Your Flame
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
MY BRIDE; MY BEAUTY
O my love you are a city; beatific
Like an army in array o; majestic
When i look at you I’m overcome; angelic
Your hair falls like the wave my love; classic
Your smile heals like the Gilead balm; Israeli
Show me that teeth as white as snow; godly
Rule my home my beauty; my bride; queenly
Raise them like a dove my perfect one; motherly
My bride; a taste of divine womanhood; graciously
Thrones and domino sing her praise o; fantastic
O my queenly maiden how are you my jewel
Blessed is the one which kept you in the bowel
Paragon of beauty you are but i lost you to the BEAST
My heart still crave but never will i find.
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
Starry-eyed young lady with spellbinding
Voice skillfully drew him in
Spirited in nature with love abounding
He longed to touch her silken skin
Slowly the tangled love web she did spin
Sunny disposition as bright as sunny day
Shimmering in moonlight she danced to him
Smoldering emotions she held at bay
Smart is she, sophisticated, and a lady
Superb talents, calm, and steadfast
He found that she was supportive ready
Definitely one who is an enthusiast
Sweet and charming joyful to brim
Surprising that she won him with a hymn
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Choice of form: Sonnet
Sponsor: David Williams
(Free Style Sonnet)
I was a traveler in space,
Guiding me was your lovely face.
I'am leaving soon this lonely place,
To fly again to your loving embrace
Love needs time to germinate,
To fascinate and cultivate.
Not even time will decay,
The beauty of spring's bouquet
As I gaze at you every night,
Senses feel this supreme delight.
And in all your glory so bright,
I watch you move thru the night
You take me to places so divine,
Where hearts and love entwine.
Dorian Petersen Potter
A Lover’s Regret
Never appreciated you, I did, until you were gone.
You gave me all and I gave you nothing.
I long for you, like a troubled soul longs for dawn.
I do not deserve the holy essence of your being.
You were patient and forgiving, loving and tender;
I long for a glance into your beautiful black eyes.
Always generous and warm, you were; never a pretender.
A week is all we had; never enough; bittersweet goodbyes.
I long for a kiss from your sweet lips.
You make me want to be a better man.
I long for your slender waist to hold, which floats and dips.
All I need is to be with you, so meticulously, I dwell and plan.
All I need is one more chance.
I will undo my wrongs and honor our timeless romance.
Lasting gaze lingers, longing pair of eyes that shine
Pouring love with each flicker, desires burn bright...
A subtle tenderness of your glance, locked with mine
Oh! One could eternally go on beholding this sight.
Your affection- intensified, projects in that gleamy sheen
As I lower my eyelids, racing heart just skipping a beat
Arrhythmic breathing, hiding that blush all along I've been
From those glistening eyes that stare with a piercing heat!
Fiery look as embers of a fresh new romance spark
Air rife with tension as electricity of attractions crackle
Beginning of a love story with the cupid's arrow mark
Music of violins floats around as lovelorn eyes twinkle!
More soulful words than what a thousand love letters to you, could say
Emotions of heart, through eyes, the flowing stream of diamonds convey!
a Spanish sonnet
Passion thrives on forgiveness, oh my sweet.
Your scorn will reason well to wonder why
I attempt a smile even though your eyes
refuse to cherish blooms laid at your feet.
We need to take stock of trust when we meet;
weeds of abomination poke and pry.
From the overlook, my soul heaves a sigh,
you uproot our relationship with deceit.
Your lie lacked confirmation from the start -
why you would mock or kid, I do not know.
Struggle rose within this admiring heart;
impatience flames and yet I rise with hoe
of love to root out what your two lips thwart.
Each day, sees me at work melting your snow.
I think patience works well to promote passion in love relationships.
Notice the words in italics in the second stanza, flowers bloom there.
Come my darling and take please my hands
When the tender birds are fast asleep
When the stars would weep upon the sands
And the sultry trees, our secrets keep
For by the verdant paths and mountain's steep
There our love would spring like flowers
In all the night's enchanted hours
Would you take my hands to softly tread
The fields that hangs the amour moon
When all the world and night is dead
In this gladsome spring of June
But before the morn returns to soon
I bow my knees in love's fair plea
To say my love,would you marry me?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Its a Rime Royal Sonnet.
Soft seas beheld the ebb of evening’s dance
Arousing waves upon a satin shore
Resounding reassurances for more
Soft seas awaiting soulful lover’s glance
An endless tide of passion to explore
And time to drift amidst life’s vast expanse
While holding hands brings comfort still to chance
Soft seas awaiting lovers to restore
When set upon by minions of the storm
Soft seas will raise you high above the ground
When songs of sirens beckon to conform
Soft seas will whisper something more profound
When lovers’ sighs transform the cold to warm
Soft seas awaiting somewhere to be found
LONG TO BE SONNET
As spring did pass into summer’s full bloom
To stand with arms outstretched in seasons all
As the seasons knit like the weaving loom
Through the cold of winter, strong through to fall
Its strength and character for eons stand
The unkindest cut that will ever be
To not love and support this tree so grand
And not to kindly prune the fruiting tree.
The strength of sweeping boughs as arms held wide
My heart grows secure within those limbs strong
As arms strong, my dreams to be held inside
Standing folded in your boughs is not wrong
As a strong longing to be my fruit tree
I beg of nature that you fruit with me
LONG TO BE
For often through the way i feel
An idea to try and win your heart,
Unspoken action this the deal
Of simple mind no a la carte.
Because life i know soon to fade
Token symbol of you and me,
Somewhere to muse, feel love in shade
Of our moments together free.
Oh i know i could never be
Yet try i must stand in your life,
Sturdy foundations yet still free
Throughout all kinds of weather, rife.
Powerful touch of kindly prune
Such dignity with bloom the key,
When snipped away to nature's tune
Oh how i long to be your tree.
To stand with arms out stretched in seasons all
Through the cold of winter strong until fall
As spring did pass into summers full bloom
All the seasons knit as the weaving loom
the unkindest cut that will ever be
is not to kindly prune the fruiting tree
Its strength and character for eons stand
Ne’er to leave as times pass in glass and sand
© Mandy Tams 5/09/2013
© Harry j Horsman 5/09/2013
For Shadows Contest. Team Work
There placed on my bed from my wife so sweet
Is a pile of rose petals so elite
Gorgeous they are with a symbol of love
Shaped like our small hearts, glories from above
Their light fragrance filled up our entire room
There’s not an inkling of impending doom
This love that’s not crafted from a patent
There's just happiness and joy are present
The petals together represent time
Each one is a year unified, aligned
Now we are to lay on this bed of joy
These petals for each of us to enjoy
I pull you down with pure romance installed
We then reach the height of passion enthralled
Entered into Gail Angel Doyle's "Upon A Bed Of Petals" contest
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
From the tomb of life my poor heart does bleed
The depth of my grave is so deep I see
I struggle to breathe rich fresh air I need
To climb those deep grave walls to be free
It called from continents afar unknown
A light so bright yet such a long time hidden
To lift my soul from the weight of the stone
The breath of life you gave me unbidden
Oh without you our sweet arabica
When you cast your hot aromatic spell
Unlike Antony and Cleopatra
Our hearts are tied, together they will dwell
To crawl into the light you sent to me
Never leave my life now that is my plea.
© GG 31/7/2013
You say I'm old enough to know better;
But I am still young enough not to care--
So I'll compose another love letter
To shake up your world, my dear lady-fair.
Your kiss still goes to my head like champagne.
(I should have built a tolerance by now!)
They send me spinning around and again...
I can't get enough of them anyhow.
I may not chase as fast as I used to,
Nor do my passions carry me away,
But my heart's embers still smolder for you-
And they prob'ly will 'til my dying day.
Our love matures like the finest of wine,
Whose bouquet piquant endures for all time.
Thine will, my desire, lady so fine,
These days without your touch, are cruel.
These nights without you, I devour wine.
Your quest my desire, within thine rule,
My heart and soul, torn apart and ripped,
In private vigor, I await kiss.
My spirit defiled and ill equipped.
These times are vacant; your touch I miss.
Our sensual flamboyant desire,
Your eagerness, showering pleasure,
As I hold you close, I feel such fire.
Our moments together hold measure.
My ardor is real, yours surely true.
I humbly await one glimpse of you.
The dawn of love, so magical and new,
Two bodies set aflame with burning kiss.
Enchanted world and only for the two.
No other pair has ever loved like this.
Young love, a wonder while its passions last
Must change its form if it’s to long endure.
Too soon the thrill of love, once new, is past.
It should condense to essence now more pure.
At time love’s embers start a blazing flame,
Soon cooling down to just a lovely glow.
No need for these to play a youthful game,
Their dreams fulfilled, as both of them now know.
For though the young and foolish long for fire,
The glowing embers, wiser hearts desire.
By: Joyce Johnson
Entered in Gayle's Burning Embers contest.
The generous seas do roam vividly,
And sacred words spoken earnestly.
People suffer and people go to war,
I just hope these words will go afar.
Yesterday I published a FREE book,
Indeed a feat of altruism, no crook!
I suffer in silence in every moment.
I have no money to publish a stunt.
I was just hoping for word-of-mouth
And email propagation as loudmouth.
Book is at: http://bookbooster.com/newage.htm
I accept feedback just at: email@example.com
OFFICIALLY THE MOST ELOQUENT STORY TELLING POETRY BOOK EVER WRITTEN
-ALL NON FICTION- (This spiel typed in the spur of the moment - God Bless you)
My love is like a meteor on fire,
Unquenchable, unstoppable it yearns
As love and passion merge in true desire;
For you my heart and soul forever burns.
I feel the heat where lust is manifest
Untouched by lovers other than a few.
But hidden deep within my beating breast
My undercover lover love is you.
So now without a doubt I do await
A proper proclamation from your lips,
Confirming common destiny and fate;
To drink love's wine in slow seductive sips.
Immortal souls of two are shared in kind
While mortal are their bodies left behind.
Tenderly hits the rain on the window
Cheers my heart as it sweeps away the dust
Fits me between roses of green meadow
Deluding me to dream, or so I must
So softly it fell as poets may tell
Passes on the gentle chill of winter
Carries me to you as I hoped it will
Lost dreams to miss, and nights to remember
Still I remember what nights left behind
Still I rejoice when rain knocks on the door
As it flames my heart, too hopeful yet blind
To shine on sweet moments I have no more
For as rain drops sneak when sun is away
So does my heart, steals dreams till shines the day
From: Echoes (http://wp.me/1om48)
He watched her through the trees as she bathed.
Beautiful Slave of an evil king.
Desire to take her to his mountain cave.
To hold her tight and hear her sing.
She loved that he was watching her,
Forbidden sin making her ache.
She looked all around, just to be sure.
If caught, they could be burned at the stake.
She swam under the limbs of a willow,
Where he waited, just to be near.
Her head on his chest like a pillow.
He watched to make sure it was clear.
Their longing embrace was too short.
She had to return to her kings court.
Thoughts of you fill my mind, love
You’re always a part of my passion
When we are apart I’m reminded of a dove
Who has drifted too far from its companion
I miss you more with each passing moment
Sleep will not come for the longing of you
Love so deep and true is akin to an ailment
Your heart and soul are everything I knew
When we have the chance to be together again
There is no doubt that my heart will beat with bliss
For so many months I have only used my pen
To speak to you with all the dreams I miss
Without you here with me, my dear love
My prayers for you reach the heavens above
Written on July 29th, 2014
For: Fill up a Scroll! - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Isaiah Zerbst
Nights when I’m alone,
Icy wind flittering through the window,
The absent warmth of love echoing in my empty room,
I have frequent love affairs with poetry.
Its pulsating words gush themselves out on the white blank page,
It caresses my every emotion,
Sending me reeling through a torrent of multiple ecstasy,
I scream with release as every unhinged secret is documented rhythmically,
After, subdued by unthinkable shame,
I stash it away with the refreshing slide of a closed drawer,
I light up a cigarette and lie within the sheets like a film star,
I am who I choose to be,
Husband rings, why don’t I answer the phone?
I’m having an affair with poetry.
You comment on my poem; I on yours.
"Your rhyme, meter and wit are exquisite,"
I say. You reply, "Yours I revisit
on the net; love how your irony gores."
Now, seated in the bar our chat is light
for hours on synecdoche and stuff'll
spice up a poem and maybe ruffle
feathers. Suddenly, it's time for, "Good night."
And then it dawns on me, the irony,
that our poetry is not what our talk
is all about. Apt metaphors might walk
me through this, but I stumble on blindly.
"I've lots more to say," I say. You reply,
"Okay then; your room or mine." I sigh.
*I've not personally met a Poetry Soup 'commentator,' but I can dream.
Entered in Brian Strand's contest, 'Any Top Twenty Poem', February 6, 2012.
A fragrant dancing tickles in my nose
Inhaling deep- intoxicant perfume-
Of some invisible narcotic rose.
The earth is host to swirling love in bloom!
Yet summers final blossom wilts away.
Each dawning promissory sunset sky-
Spectacular transition- ends each day,
And no escaping, not for you and I!
Two points of view may vary constancy,
Surrendering to marginal debate.
Relinquishing all fervent penalty,
Embracing change, I yield, my devastate.
May love transcendent of mentality
Deliver always swift reality!
Tender smile fumes, the vanished touch of yore
Against midnight scream, passion in folklore
Tether thy gaily words. Not a tear loss
Arise ye heads, looked thence before at toss.
Silence posit as means for foe deceit.
Norm thath mandate knees ‘till poseur forfeit;
Smash across bloody, unknown one gallant
Niggle on trust which n’vr malevolent.
Flee and austere, meek wolves escape shameless,
Fight outside pride, hope tributes when helpless.
Oh! Might destroy peace nurtured humble eye;
Obscure fate hung after teary goodbye.
Untold misery haunts. Short lived supper
Unfold all plots. We died unseen pauper.
Like roses on a thorn I never knew
What I thought was beneath and what was there
I look inside and all I see is you
And there I found I actually do care
More than I deserve, you make me feel
Am I awake? Or is this just a dream?
Heart Beats, with a tear and my thoughts unreal
Perhaps this world is more that what it seems;
I hope someday you'll see what I see
Away with your pity and no more sighs
You'll look inside and tomorrow we will fly
You'll change and the sky will darken its hue
Whatever you become I will still love you
Here in the heart of dreams
I’m cocooned in your embrace
And the moon’s romantic beams
Are discernible on your face
As I relish and enjoy
Each memorable minute
Where nothing can destroy
Our love that’s so infinite.
No one can interfere while
We’re as close as a heartbeat;
Chasing darkness away with a smile,
Loves’ sunshine does it defeat!
As long as I’m nestled here with you
It’s like all my dreams have come true
Low strangers yet we feel this long lost thrill
Of seeing someone from forgotten past
Viewed with eyes that somehow love you still
Eternity has brought us back at last
Will we refill a glass so richly blessed
In time who sets the stage to love once more
Like lips whose kisses others so impressed
Left lights so love will lead us to our shore
Lest lies deny and doubters may refuse
Enduring dreams like ours a place to shine
As if their hearts were blinded by the clues
Dew dropped in darkness do forever pine
Use this a kiss two candles’ burning glow
So where our love will lead us we will go
Note: acrostic sonnet written in the round
cast by busy cars,
Drowned by white noise
of the city that was,
Stole a gaze into his glistening eyes
Got sucked in, got stuck in a trance
With his hands sweeping up my waist
Lights dim, noise haze,
His breath linger, nose graze,
A slight bow, and a tippy toe
Together, our lips freeze..
translate into touch a squeeze
Taking a deep breath,
Our eyes fall.. my mind stalls
Isnt it beautiful how
The world seize to survive
Maybe a little wheel.
Dazed in a kiss,
Heart beats entice
To feel him in your space
To share everything of the moment
Feels like nothing
Nothing, but life,nothing, but love!
His words calm me when I'm restless
bringing beauty to my world.
I get shivers, I must confess
when his passionate verse is unfurled.
I once threw a penny of brown
to see if love, I might find.
Like a princess with jewelled crown,
my dreams of starry nights shined.
Soft words of romance, he brings to life
with every stroke from his gifted pen.
Of sunlight, moon shadows, peace and strife,
I read his poems time and again.
His words bring smiles and move me to tears.
He inspires me to write of feelings, sincere.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June 20, 2012
Tribute to WB Yeats
Ever as many I try to write for thee,
All the words like a soft sand slip away,
My soul, my heart, my dreams... All flee
And all the words, therefore cannot say.
I seek an answer from thyself...
How much with thee I fall in love?
He says as a brave knight compelled a triumph,
Carried it along the earth, and to the sky above,
As a rose and magic always dwelt together,
Circle beneath a circle, flow like waves
As a velvet passion that burns forever,
Tenderly wrap our bodies with praise
I love thee dearly, since before life has begun
I love thee deeply, as night whispers are done
Moon stops a while, glides motionless,
twinkling stars hide and seek, in silent glee,
soft, sweet summer breeze, gently rustles,
fragrance of lavender, wafts in the innocent air,
black night dances along, unfolds tenderly,
Listening to the silent song of the night,
we lay together on the grass, delightfully,
her head nestling on my arm, hands clasping my shirt tightly,
she moves a bit, tenderly, enraptured in some beautiful dream,
sweet summer breeze flows along, caressing tenderly.
She stirs a bit, awakens slowly,
smiling shyly, beautiful doe eyes look into mine,
our hands touch, silky skin in radiant glow,
we turn, lips touching, slowly, delicately,
she sighs, comes closer, snuggling in once again,
beautiful black night dances along, lingering tenderly.
© Avijeet Das
what is it with coffee shops and romance?
when I first met my wife we drank coffee
there wasn’t a party we didn’t dance
as a boy wooed girls with Mister Softee
when I was single I drank more coffee
but I also smoked a lot back then too
and I looked like Jesus said Aunt Sophie
those days are long gone now I’m living true
I love ice coffee and coffee ice cream
don’t like instant coffee rather Singles
when I do drink coffee with milk no cream
instead of doughnuts we’re eating Pringle’s
coffee is the love of many I know
as for me that extra cup I’ll say no
O! Love! My Love! Witholdeth not thine heart!
What guile be this upon thy pit'ous lot?
Beknownst this day my father--King--didst start,
Not I, but he! What grief o'ercomes! Fie! Plot!
O! Love, love. My Love! Thyself beauty's rose
This night mine armour hies anon--thy thrall
To findeth: Thou whom holds mine heart--exposed--
An' carry thee unto yon castle hall.
I am ensnared, entangled full with thee!
Both moon an' stars--they coveteth thy light.
O! Love, love. My Love! Ere fixed be
Thy mark! Thou--alone--my constant, delight.
Aye! Me! Fret not my love! Thy Kiss awaits...
Betrothed are we--my queen--thus...'tis thy fate.
~by deborah burch©
*Often, if Shakespeare wished to draw attention to certain areas or lines in his work he would leave a syllable out...thereby 9 instead of 10 syllables in the line...or variations...riddles and mysteries.... :) db
"To Thee That I Love..."(contest for Michael Smith)
Hear O maiden, on whom desire springs forth
It brews mine soul, chiming taste after port
Have thou detour, pursuit never will cease
Inside dungeon, dwells memoirs begging peace.
Not once does sole eddy whispers’ depart
Birds dance at lightning’s amazing glory,
Nervy morose obeyed deadly loch art
Baffle tongue shields the shame of thath fury.
Autumn for willow vale, bright morning frost
Exalts unto thy blossom: chilled breeze toss.
Adieu for day, thwack wilt kindle cost,
Extreme snide flits; Dank! Flout insolent loss.
Once again, thorn manifest lover’s hope
Outre’ wish from her behest painful pop.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more annoying than a buzzing mosquito.
Rough winds do radiate from your way,
And your face is red as a ripe tomato.
Sometimes too bright your sweaty skin doth shine
And often is my fair vision dimmed
By the sight of your face, in decline,
And your thighs, needing to be slimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
When will you pay the money that thou ows’t?
Thy personality cuts me like a blade
When in eternal lines to time thou wrinkles grow’st,
So long as men can breathe and eyes can see,
So long lives this: thou shalt remain ugly.
Strong storm blew the boat until it did strand
Upon rock_ shore so very far away.
Please my gentle lover give me your hand
There is no way you would let me be prey
Row me and the boat ashore to assay
This beautiful place we will immortalise
No! we did not go down in depths to decay
Nor did guardian angel go down likewise
Didn't matter what nature will devise
Lived through shipwreck we will go down in fame
Thru this somehow we will be eternise
The whole wide world will remember my name
Now this small green isle we'll surely subdue
As our great love grows and somehow renew
When my eyes embraced yours
My knees felt weak as my heart drove fast,
Your scent rushed against my pores,
“May I steal a kiss?” I asked.
The aroma that was your breath,
The sweetness of your luscious lip
Uplifting me from the grasps of death,
I draw you closer, won’t let you slip.
I feel the rush when you are near,
I can finally withstand the pain,
Pure ecstasy masking my fear,
I know our love won't be in vain.
From the towering abyss
You reached down to me,
I’m in such a state of bliss
Please don’t ever flee.
At night his thoughts her lines of face recall,
the rains of winter months fall like before
constructing solitude invite his soul,
wist false assumptions won't exist to soar.
Reminding paragon next to shore plums
beforetime they beheld where words indite,
and on the asphalt where the raindrops thrum
the mirrored stars his stare and soul invite.
And as the raindrops dance around and jump
belike she comes, in silence to abord
foreshadowing the rainfall drops that thump
their night defines again the winds' accord.
Her grandness in the rain's dance waving forms
a solemn cause became of sapphire storms.
© G.V. 06-15-2013 :)
How much of words shall be compared to thee
How much of beauty thou must have possessed
For mouths had blundered when words rushed to flee
Brightened eyes by thy fairness were caressed
Gloomy hearts had blossomed beneath thy shade
Deserted spirits in thee had been blessed
So shine along the dawn where nights shall fade
And release my hopes with a tender kiss
Where warm sunshine lies over lonesome hearts
Hymns of joy flowed so softly into mine
And where dull nights fail to break us apart
I glimpsed my dreams in the sweet love of thine
Seeking in thy beauty for words to steal
As I am embraced by heart thou shall heal
My heart is so full of love
I can hardly restrain myself
My heart bleeds upon the shelf
My dreams fly like the dove
White and pure from above
inside this dream I delve
And find no way to help myself
I will sacrifice my dreams
Our love was never meant to be
Your heart was never free
Our music cannot trenscend
She ever sings her song
Go to her my Dearest Friend
For this is where love belongs
In advance I intriguer gaze of thee.
Pardon, honor I so 'twill as to dance?
O fair lady, I see intrigued are thee.
Whereon our four feet will we paint romance?
Hark! Embracing ears, such soulful dulcet.
Oh, oldies but goodies inspiring us!!
Twin hearts composing stings performs duet.
Beauty thou art, live poesy is us.
Inhaling each other our e'ery breaths,
Hereof lover's realm, devotion's eden.
Yea, we dance of love dying many deaths;
Of thy heart knight am I, sword songster's pen.
Let not we forfeit our moments of waste;
Ah, two gentle hands upon thy curved waist!!!
Thou hast been there for me through the thick and thin.
Thou hast been there with me through the bitter and sweet.
I hold thee dear to my heart, where thou linger’st deep within.
I hold thee high, in the highest of pedestals; an honor without conceit.
Thou hast taken me into thy deep organs and nourished
Mine aching confidence and troubled soul.
Thou hast been patient, compassionate, and thou kindly furnish’d
The landscapes of euphoria to sooth mine null and void hole.
I shalt overcome mine dreary fears and become thine gleaming knight
I shalt repay thine kindness with twinned happiness;
I bestow one upon thine cheerful smile and one to fortune ever-so-bright.
Even if I give the treasures of this world, I still cannot redeem thine kindness.
With this literature, I present my love, and ask thee to be my lovely wedded wife.
And we shalt live happily-ever-after; a life without strife.
She haunts my every waking dream, I see
Her pure sky eyes each time I close my own
And still each day I see her stand before me,
Not mortal flesh but in my mind alone.
Now with each breath I breathe a little less,
Oh love, my seared soul still cries for you
Not just for days we shared I must confess,
Though days they were that bore a love so true.
Remembered love is not forgotten love,
Unless we let it fade as years pass on.
Look heavenward for the lone mourning dove,
Once seen you’ll know my heart is not withdrawn.
Velvet lips who’s kiss melt me like ice
Evermore I’ll kiss once met in Paradise.
The love that kisses with a tasteless tear
A pain that can’t be painted on the soul
A longing for a place without a fear
Longing for a feeling that makes me whole
Beloved, words can’t heal my tattered heart.
As thorns pass me by the pain cant compare
That of the pain of being torn apart
Even the wind howls about it I swear
Tell me was falling in love my mistake
I chose my own fate and decided to stay
I will not let this love become forsaken
Love can’t just get up and spirit away
Love is worth overcoming a mountain
My love for you flows like a vast fountain
Tears from your eyes are so special and true;
They are real emotions from each eye,
And reflect a love so deeply renewed;
Our spirits soar high in the azure sky!
Our heart and soul are ever the tears’ source;
Our tears attest to love so rare dearest,
And keep our love so special and on course,
That I must be always with you nearest!
Our tears—the eye’s language ever noble;
They draw us together so close and one;
Our love’s so special and ever noble,
And our heart and soul together as one!
Love requires we dance together as two,
As Harmony pure brings divine love too!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
Schoeningen, Germany (December 1, 2014)
(Shakespearean Sonnet poetic format in Iambic Pentameter)
He waits for lover there down by the shore
The promise in his heart says she’ll be there
And they will share what were but dreams before
He feels her breath the magic in the air
Within her eyes the sparkle of the sea
The song he hears it whispers to his soul
Forever will caresses set us free
To have you by my side will make me whole
But voices from the town would come around
Reminding lover of the passing days
And still his dream is nowhere to be found
So why not cast aside these silly ways
Their days of doubt did wear upon his hope
But faith in her somehow this lover saves
Perhaps some welcome rest will help him cope
And as he slept a shadow swept the waves
The cool winter breeze blowing across me,
the sweet little bird flying in the sky free.
Everything so cool and calm around
all happiness lost,seems again to be found,
in the nature of life with the cool winters
and always hope for good with crossed fingers
Such a season,physically changing the mind,
cooling off every anger,whatever that I find.
Along with the breeze the winter brings in
the warmth of happiness,and a lovely dream
The dream of a girl,smiling at me
everything looks beautiful ,just as is she.
Walking along with her ,I'm always at ease
she holds my hand and we walk in the winter breeze.
It seems new love begins with sight alone.
One's lustful eyes are pleased with what they see.
Evaluate the structure; flesh and bone,
exploring if the future years could be.
Each shares their thoughts on life and what love means.
Fun days, sweet nights transform their mundane world.
True beauty shines; love's pure light builds esteem.
Together facing storms with love unfurled.
As time moves on and hearts become entwined,
a deeper love will grow beneath the skin.
Agape love results from hearts refined.
Pure souls unite, becoming one within.
Beholder's eyes see only life's best friend,
until that day they reach their journey's end.
COLD NIGHTS IN PARIS ( Monsieur L'vampyre)
There's never been another dark on earth
quite like the dark of Paris under snow,
where love, it comes and goes, for what it's worth,
and no demands are made, when time to go.
Where lovers slip into the hiding night,
oblivious to cold or freezing rain,
anticipating love, that surely might
warm up their lives for just a night, again.
And love's a little warmer, from the cold;
it makes two hearts to join and keep a beat;
and warms the lives of both the young and old,
who find their love with-in their body heat.
Though easy comes the love--they hold it dear,
without it cold is something they would fear.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Nothing as cold as a winter of black.
the world still moves, as if nothing has changed.
"a snow angel" i thought as she fell back.
she looked to the stars "they all seem arranged".
her eyes a sunrise on the Coral Sea.
Years pass people, continue in rejoice.
my despair endless, as challenger deep.
i long for her warmth, and ache for her voice.
her love for me eternally in stone.
love crashing down in a thunderous wave.
stars came and went but i stood there alone.
waiting for deaths sweet grip, by true loves grave.
when joy comes with curved blade and dark cloak.
time will mend the heart, it long ago broke.
One fine morning I had a thought,
from the love of my life,a surprise i sought.
She went blank on what she could give
after all she is all for whom I live
My request ,neither could she turn down
nor did she want to see my frown.
Then an awesome thought struck her
a poem she decided to write on her lover
Though a bit tough ,was her first one
and the flow of words came alone
Finally it was ready but she wasn't sure
whether it will be enough for her love's cure
So overwhelmed I felt, how could I ever tell
Just can tell that I Love you whether in heaven or hell
Thereof individual tender beats
Pulsating so via lively beats per;
Ever caring hearts so tenderly beats...
Detering not the least, glowing beats per.
Tender hearts which cannot forego others,
Tender hearts which never stop their loving,
Tender hearts which will not forsake others;
Such tender hearts undyingly loving.
Tender hearts erasing sadest of tears,
Tender hearts lost at sea; See devotion?
Tender hearts bringing about joyful tears;
Countless sweetheart's submersed of love's ocean.
Tender hearts pleading of mankind to peer;
Peer beyond lenses of quartz, touch hearts sheer.
Jiggling keys,he gave his crown a scratch
then took another look at his watch.
"You're gorgeous, now please get out!"
for the 10th time he cried out loud.
Out she emerged, breathtaking, as always,
dropping baubles, tottering in her Jimmy's,
Smile still smeared, they left that hour,
unaware of the timed out counter.
Tyres screeched as he sped,
"take it slow honey"she requested,
when, an unexpected brightness grew larger,
until black, and then, everything grew calmer.
With excruciating pain he awakened,
looking around called, "Lauren!"
the teary faces dropped and nodded,
"We're sorry" , they whispered..
Suddenly lifted by a whiff of heat,
all he could hear was his own heart beat.
limped out, made a futile attempt to find his dear,
and crashed with thoughts of future fear.
Shutting the door behind him,
reminiscing love, life, past with grim,
clouds of "what if" floating his self ,
whole world reduced into a tiny elf.
Moving on is most important at present,
Realizing a reason, he may not accept,
he still breathes, for that very reason,
And, taking care of himself will never be treason.
What a sweet cry into delusional love this may be,
Many say it is imaginary and yet I have seen it, I have felt it.
The poets’ heart within me had cried for such a love,
The love that cannot be held could not be faked.
So suddenly you swept me up in my dull life,
I could not help but be tamed.
From taming my wild heart you tamed the very soul I keep.
I knew I could never truly love another.
My very heart and soul was taken in your kiss,
Knowing I could never feel the same with any other.
A larks song could never sound as sweet as your love, as your voice,
The way it dances within my ear, one might think I was deaf to any other until now.
Your eyes, holding the only comfort I’ve ever been able to grasp,
The only stability, I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.
True love, the only thing I would ever bet my life upon,
And the only thing I could fully give you in return.
I stood staring at the moon
I thought about a night so long ago
What happened I shall never know
It was over much too soon
When he walked into the room
My love for her inside did flow
What could I do my love to show
He smiled and she did swoon
What happend next how shall I tell
For is caused my heart begin to swell
Eternal love we did vow
Our life had just begun
That was then and this is now
I am me, one alone
Over the ridges of orange sand
watch it slide,sink and expand
as the orange turns a silhouette
I wish life would reach its sunset
a gigantic glow of fading light
that slowly subsides into the night
it just becomes a crimson pyre
of the hopes that never flew higher
their magnificence brutally mangled
one by one, picked and strangled
and if love is merely a setting sun
let the holds of life come undone
be my dusk of a painful existence
sink with the sun into the distance.
*Written atop a red dune whilst watching the sunset.
I smell her sweet perfume
In the gentle evening breeze
Mingled with humid salty seas
I am her loving bridegroom
And I await her presence in our room
True love is in full bloom
I listen to fronds of palm trees
Stars twinkle as far as the eye sees
My heart goes flutter zoom
Her love for me is pure
My love for her is very sure
Gentle heartbeats are shared by two
Mon Cher what can I say
Our love is so real today
Passion within me just grew
THE NYMPH IN ORTNER SUMMER ROSE
She lives in gold and diamond town
Just beside a windy beach
Her temple slicks in silky gown
As nature takes it tender leads
Her beauty sparkles like summer rose
While dreams and love is all he talks
Her hearts builds hope and flow with growth
As fancy thoughts of Randy strucks
She tongues with pen as daily meal
And wax her brain with thoughts to fly
Her height is threat and fright to hills
As life to her is trait and pride
Oh nymph in ortner summer rose!
An ember in his glory glow
by Immaculata Ortner
There's beating castles thereof much Loyal's
Whence where we whom are loved linger longest,
Love renders we feeling as though Royal's;
Witnessed often our souls glowing strongest.
Yes - love thereof all its divinity,
For love is the host enchanting we all
Therein our hearts - love enthroned entity
Renders we feeling so giantly tall.
Entitlements: Baby - Darling - Honey,
Sometimes we knock - sometimes answer the door,
Love more meaningful than material money;
Oh - so knocks love in the form of splendor!
Effortlessly how love erases our frowns;
Sometimes we display our hearts as though crowns.
Sometimes we wish for someone rear
Material things we hold so dear
We tend to miss the sight of care
Allowing sincerity to disappear
Thinking about it I'd rather you near
What matters the most is you truly care
The things you do makes me amazed,
Material things you've totally replaced
The thought of your touch runs through my mind,
And gives me chills throughout my spine
The thought of your kiss is oh so divine
Each bite each nibble is one of a kind
So many have searched for one so refine
The truth is I'm just glad you're all mine
Filched fabulous February cover,
And I have but seen you scantily dressed,
I see the buds & flowers all over,
By the wild wily winter camouflaged.
Cool breeze sends messages to my senses,
Not to be blamed if March may madden me,
Sure I shall be in April amorous,
Adoring you till Midsummer Day glee.
Maybe June can make me unsteadier,
Dear me, July keep me quiet joyous
I’m not sure of sensual September,
Lest I may be way-out but courteous.
Whatever is conceived in March fever,
Gestation starts from sober October.
Third place win in:
Contest: March Madness sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
A gentle being, is the rose;
though its nails can be quite sharp.
The lovely flower, I suppose;
controls the human heart.
For valentines, it bleeds so red;
for mother’s, yellow sun.
All will bow their lovely heads;
once their day is done.
Their fragrance, it will mesmerize;
all those who are near.
It doesn't matter, what their size;
lovers, they draw near.
So much more regal than the rest;
the rose, is nature’s family crest,
Your eyes have signaled a defeat,
despite your words: weak trials
to set a victory scene, complete
with lies, sneers, and bogus smiles --
all hope, all truth, finally fled;
a game unstoppable once started.
What‘s left is but a love now dead,
sad stories since we met and parted.
All lives contain elemental stuff--
romance, drama, and cartoons.
Let's have -- we suffer through enough --
no crying clowns, no blue balloons.
But oh! The hurt within those eyes
that dam the tears your speech denies!
eyes like stars, voice like velvet
my dream sings a lullaby in my ear,
its his voice i long every night to hear,
sweet rhythms and warm melodies,
he sings our song like a curing remedy.
tender hands interlace with my own
scent of lilac hovers around me as i
breath in with soft breaths
a curtain of black surrounds my face
i feel his heat through my nighty of lace
ne'er have i everfelt passion this sweet
i've met this man in my dreams,
it's reality i hope, soon, we'll meet.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more stormy and less temperate.
Rough winds do shake our fragile bonds of May,
And summer's temper hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot your sweat does shine,
And often is your beauty dimmed;
And every handsome man you do decline,
by chance, they leave chest hair untrimmed.
Part 2 Variation
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art as stormy and as cold
And do leave me longing for May
And winter’s temper too long showed
Sometime too cold yours eyes shine GREY
I am alive, and that will never change.
Though death may come to take me from your gaze,
the thoughts we share, ideas that we exchange
will last beyond the number of my days.
I am alive and that cannot be changed.
Though my will will lose its animation
And all my substance will be rearranged,
It’s only physical transformation.
I am alive and know that this is true,
Though not since I possess neurology
And therefore know I am, but due to you,
And I don’t mean our physiology.
Because there’s only now, and we embrace,
I am alive beyond all time and space.
When life on this planet seems cumbersome
and weighted with serious magnitude,
delight dragged down by deep opprobrium,
I pad into the kitchen for some food.
In front of the refrigerator, I
see tacked with tacky magnets your sweet face ,
in the photograph taken last July,
and what was crushing becomes an embrace.
All the gravity of Earth seems flimsy,
it’s unyielding force demonstrably soft,
when refrigerator magnets’ whimsy
can anchor cheerful memories aloft.
Cold comfort may sound like a paradox,
but nourishment’s on both sides of this box.
Your laughter infects me
with a virus they can't cure;
Your love inflames me
with a fire they can't douse;
Your body fills me
with thoughts they can't erase;
Your arms surround me
like a moat they can't breach;
Your spirit lifts me
like a balloon they can't catch;
Your heart captures me
like a thief they can't set free.
They can't do much,
but with you... anything is possible.
For "Suit Yourself" contest sponsored by Brian Strand.
Can I compare thee to an apple?
My wife’s enchanting is nothing,
Nothing like an apple,
A green and red apple,
Which write a love shape from it parent stem,
And give sweetest taste to the tongues,
Which though in mid separation,
Still forms the symbol of love,
With smooth enchanting green skin,
Though apple’s enchanting vanish in the eater’s tummy,
Though death , your enchanting shall not fade.
A walk through the forest
So lightly and fair
Puts friendship to the test
He'll surely be there.
Meeting under the tree,
So great and so old
As she arrives to see
That he was quite bold;
For looking spies him there
On one bended knee,
Not a look of despair
But happy he'll be
When she lifts him back up
his face in her hands
Then her lips do his brush,
she makes him her man.
I HAVE WENT TO THE VERY ENDS OF THE EARTH
TO FIND YOUR LOVE, TO HAVE YOUR LOVE IN MY HANDS,
TO BE APART OF YOUR HEART.
FEELS AS IF THE OCEANS OF LOVE HAS TAKEN OVER ME,
MY SOUL IS DROWNING IN YOUR LOVE.
I HAVE WENT AS DEEP AS THE SEAS COULD CARRY ME,
DROWNING IN YOUR LOVE...
TO FIND YOUR LOVE, TO HAVE A LOVE LIKE YOURS IN THE PALM
OF MY HANDS...CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF LOVING ME FOR
THE REST OF YOUR LIFE...
I DESIRE YOU, I DESIRE EVERY PART OF YOU,
YOUR EVERY BEING.
Hope is wonderful, it's a word I have come to appreciate
It appears in my life presently, hope knows I can wait
For in the coming months freedom will open my door
To a new life I'll lead and rid my past of sores
Music will be my capture, whilst my art will re-awake
To be more free in years to come, I need to for my sake
Whether I'll be alone in life, only time can tell
Inside my soul I'm reborn again to rid my saddened hell
To concerts I will go, many bands I have still to see
Buggles, Asia & Bryan Ferry, thrall their sounds in me
Maybe Queen will tour again, pasts efforts I should have made
Fingers crossed I won't be alone to share my Gigs cascade
Hope is a wonderful word it can open up future doors
To cross that threshold with open eyes, new horizons to explore
The blue little sky,watching the little bird fly,
stopping a bit to shy ,a great sight to deny!
After a long indeed old memories flew in my mind,
with similar adrenaline rush I don't know what I did find?
Feelings of the past never go away from you,
however far you may be they are still within you.
The same old thoughts and the idiotic dreams,
flashes back in the mind hearing the unknown screams.
Words still don't come out of my bleeding heart,
and she came all over again to make her mark.
The one whom I tried to reach now stands before me,
but still not satisfied don't know what i wanted this to be.
Time never does reverse -wise people stated it as a fact,
but now it's time when past came back!!!
Deep in my life, when all the world was mine,
and lost to everyone I'd ever known,
so dark in day where sunlight doesn't shine
except in silver streams all mine alone,
she came in gentle, warm and summer rain,
out of a misty light, with searching eyes,
and all to soon she found all joy and pain
before I had the time to realize.
I'd never be the same, from just that look,
into her eyes, so deep and far away,
and then she read my life, that opened book,
my heart had bared to her that summer day.
The fear of God is all I can compare
her blue of eyes; and how Anne, found me there.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Pornography was thou bred in Venus?
I know not, my life pump disagrees,
Oh yes, Oh...cmon my mind states,
Further and further I find we sail,
Slowly away from our islands shores,
Into the unknown so promising from here
Are you still a person
Or an existence without any essence
the most delightful has turned to work,
Please be true!
Let us dance to our own rhythms--
He pornography has us in his jail
cmon slow down, relax, there you go
Finally free, I think...I mean feel
fourteen lines make a love sonnet
for both ancient and youthful alike
passionate love lines gushing upon it
putting feeling to page, like tonight
by the time that the fifth comes up
the flush of hot lust reigns full
yet already arched at its apogee
by eighth line fire starts to cool
love's fireworks blaze so beautifully
duly perfect in its dual dueling flight
yet fourth from last line seeks immunity
as ardent passions come crashin' to dislike
yet who among would not strike that match
to fire that work skyward for Eros' catch
© Goode Guy 2013-01-12
I look in your eyes
They are blue like the skies
I think of what could be
If you would ever love me
I can see
What has been
When you're blue
I've helped you pull through
With the look that you show
I can't help but know
The love that I feel
I should probably conceal
Since you don't feel the same
When I call your name
Contest: 4 Forms, 4 Themes
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Theme: Unrequited Love
Dance in the darkness, my sweetest nocturne
While the trees swing their billowing arms round
And you sing to the sky without a sound
To shake from slumber, each flower and fern.
You call to each shadow with hungry eyes
Penetrating each ghost hidden in leaves.
An aching, longing sigh for what you’ve seen
Always rooted beneath the vacant sky.
The Earth spins around underneath my feet
But your loneliness kept me bound to land.
Caught deep in your world, captive right in hand,
But we need each other to feel complete.
With voices so raw we can’t even speak;
Even if they could hear, we would still seek.
Your smile is amazing and your love for me is heart-racing. Hearing you laugh makes my stomach flutter. When I am with you I melt just like butter. It's like time freezes when you pass by. And I will be truly sorry if I ever lie. I know you promised to never leave. But please be good and don't deceive. It is hard to keep up with, someone like me. And I know that sometimes, I'll just have to let you be. Your so beautiful that it keeps me starstruck. And I think meeting you, was more than "Just My Luck". If I was given the chance to be with you and always stay by your side. Then I would take that miracle and sit back with pride. I love you so much, that you'll never know, so please just stay and don't ever let me go
?The Unavoidable Need For Sunlight
You walk through life, your head held high,
smile for the world to see.
But you glance behind, since you rely
UpOn your shadow; upon me.
I yearn for an obstruction
To overcome the rays.
perhaps, then you'll face deduction
Amidst winter's haunting grays.
The remaining leaves are frosted;
They clink mournfully in dark.
Like them I am exhausted,
Wishing I could disembark.
What you need to realize is, it's you whom you deceive;
If you'd let me be your sunlight, I would never leave.
However we look, it takes so much space,
If only we could just leave it alone...
The same monstrosity we all must face,
Of an enormity wholly unknown;
This promise of a, yet, more massive hole,
To which we're to play both guest and host;
It's a performance of the score, the soul:
All that's forgotten, there remains the ghost.
The spit and the polish of the spirit
Is whatever's to be sought in essence;
The future's full, there's no need to fear it,
We are of Will, a much practiced presence.
What more's contained in a whisper? A kiss?
What might Love become before such abyss?
Chance meeting, an accident of risk
not taken, safety’s softened thud.
Smiling from her perch on high
on wingless chick in roiling mud,
swung gracefully in pirouette
and on a nearby branch alit.
Offering in dove-like peace
the promise of what she might teach
to one who would but hold her hand
as failure’s mud turned into sand.
Chance meeting on a rocky slope
accidental risk - or hope.
Piton strength and belay line
conspiring with fate’s design.
For – Shadow Hamilton
Three Themes Poetry Contest
Tell of your unspoken and profound anguish
before the thickest night shadows vanish,
let light return as dawn brings in new happy tunes;
rekindle the lost flame of youth while spring blooms!
Find that court troubadour from distant France,
he can write another song and make you dance,
why waste tears that will dry up as light rain,
when your wish can be used as a pretty refrain?
This castle cannot offer you freedom and joy,
its walls are as impregnable as his might;
a faithful queen stands by her king as a sky lit by bright moonlight...
should you avoid the strong temptation that lured Helen of Troy?
Tell of your unspoken and profound anguish....
what's the sense of living without a wish?
when the eternal night blessed our kiss
within deep trenches of beauty we held
you left the sorrowful night with a hiss,
shall forever be a treasure withheld
a sheer memory of human nature
wondrous night that is forever praised
but thoughts like these tend to become glaciers
as that day becomes a living record
of that night your lips touched upon mine
but with memories, some float till the end
under the swinging lamp of frozen time
with me, you remain forever adored
with your ruby fire lips and gold hair
in the twilight night we once shared
I’m always sitting down from a distance.
Trying to remain concealed from your eyes.
As hard as this decision bears on me,
Fate has dictated that it’s meant to be.
Our lives divided by this wall you made
ending in a very sorrowful waltz;
Played in this time of crimson night of mine,
bequeathing those with sorrow in their hearts
a delusion of an unending joy.
Love, joy, and peace; fleeting emotions of
my own life; a soul that craves for one thing.
A chance to be with you, my dearest one;
a chance that I know I could never have.
The romance between them female and male,
From her dying inside from all the pain.
Their love like a moon shining oh so pale,
And them thinking they were going insane.
From the late nights of fighting and crying,
To the dates that went wrong in both their ways.
They both found out of each others lying,
And cheating that took place the past few days.
Punching and kicking, being tossed around,
The bruises, the blood, the black-and-blue eyes.
She shouts and screams when she falls to the ground,
The neighbors don't help when they hear her cries.
But on the wedding day nothing is said,
And the truth came out when they found her dead.
Howl of fierce storm in despair solitude
Hark against fear, joy aggrieve attitude,
Worst for hope that strikes deep wound left unkind
Was a treacherous path, roots branched unbind.
Pain surest agony, death air sung end
Passion of glory in mind thath not send.
Strike with sword, capturing unseen shadows.
Shots! Untamed anger amidst still meadows.
Fast as lightning flash, struck on poor unloved
Fist and grind twined, regrets fury beloved.
Accord ignored to punish soul in hell,
Alone wept warrior, quest raged, bade farewell.
Alas, gone is moment! Memory lost:
Blood glowed willow Valle', lament inflict host.
Every time you pass through
You’re appealing to my eyes
I find peace just seeing you
You’re looking so very nice.
There’s this feeling deep inside
It is making my heart sing
I find you so appealing
Like the beauty spring does bring.
We’ll be together one day
You shall never be alone
Within a wonderful way
You’ll be my queen on the throne.
Prayer is still the best way
With blessings every day.
Seven syllables per line
I see the question hides behind her eyes
the kiss we had, the memory not smudged.
Its sweetness gone and she has realized,
it was from this, all others will be judged?
Will they, the rest, become the best ones yet;
with moonbeams dancing in a swirl of snow
and lips which tremble when I feel them set,
while closed eyes open to reveal the glow.
This part of youth ends much too soon, I fear,
must yield to deeper lessons in our path,
transcending all as dare they come so near
engulfing life which falls beneath the swath.
There’s one and only one first kiss to give
and when used up we settle down to live.
burning dimly like a fading candle light
wrapping the hearts of lovers in the dark
surrounding them in total night
that's baron and cold and stark
none can give merciless nightmares
none except the cold, dank dark
slaying the lovers heart like a blade;
smeared in Black death
for no lovers love is left un-dismayed
a cold wind submerges the broken
heart in a quilt of cold,
and wraps its new love in a
light so golden and warm,
being slayed by the very death
that lured it to it's clutches;
smearing the new blood,
making the dying one ask,
"What is this love? i do not know it, what is it?"
not all love is together,
a lover's love is broken,
so many pieces, so much pain on both sides.....
one may think that the heartbreaker will
see his own blood thirsty lie,
for it kills him as well.
it leaves him in a dark and lonely hell.
By..Denise Andrea Robinson
From the moment that I met you, my heart went in reverse
When we locked our eyes together, our souls needed no words
You came from the darkness to rescue me that night
How was I supposed to know that you were sent to steal my heart?
We spoke for a moment; you took away my pain,
How was I supposed to know that holding back was just in vain?
That smooth and velvet skin, those brown Arabic eyes
How was I supposed to know that love was written in the sky?
Many years of love and passion, interrupted cries and pain
Then a lasting bond that binds us, from both of us were made
Then a cruel separation left so much anticipation
I felt emptiness inside of me, no words to heal such pain
I’ve always loved you, knowing that you feel the same way too
I wake up nights just thinking that this separation can’t be true
Just be patient for awhile, don’t let our fire leave your heart
Just remember all those times spent locked together in each others arms
I was blinded to the autonomy
Of the actions committed in the time
Moonfall hesitated, and did not see
Malice in the eyes that were naught to be mine.
The crescent curves of a smile's sliver;
Indecision of skin, rancid and smooth;
Plush sentences congeal as I quiver;
Thoughts so careless, teeth dripping wir'y sooth.
My sight could not pierce nightfall-scathingly
Battened down were my mind and eyes, depraved
by sour medicine dreams filling me,
Unwillingly, with satire not staved.
The birr which I painted your portrait with
Disenchanted my world, a cause for death.
My Crystal Ball
There in I go to deeper depths of me
to levels where no one can ever know
and in the dark where only death can be
a little light fortells where life will go;
it's just a sphere of glass, a crystal ball,
to show the way into eternity
a dome of light, a refuge from it all,
that shakes my soul and lets my mind run free;
and as I gaze into the depth of it
all time's been frozen to the light I see,
and, mesmerized, I drift through space a bit
and free of all below, that I call me.
The beauty I have found within this ball
brings life as certain as it brings my fall.
Love at first sight they all say without thoughts
Now a days people use the word love easily
Some think that love is an item and can just be bought
I think that love is natural just like a lily
Like a lily it blooms and hopes to be sought
When people really fall in love they feel silly
Sad they wish that hearts can be easily caught
But to think about it, hearts can be moved so easily
Things like feelings from someone have hearts been bought
Just like everyone I said Love so regularly
Love is a meaningful without doubt
I know that love too can be treat you harshly
Even trust comes but without trouble will come through
But through the hardships you hear love so clearly
"O` God"!,I don`t
know how it begins
I just got drawn
into it without
It was sweet at
first but kept me
This fire in the
past had destroyed
I tried to refrain
but this love is so
It is not right but
what we share is so
If exposed,our love
which can make the
real partner to end
Lost in passion for
it`s tough to end
but toiling with
furnace fire isn`t
We must restrain
though our love and
passion make us a
But I don`t want to
toil with my life
This lust must end
so that I won`t go
wrong feels so
right" sponsored by
My love you have found me in my proudest hour.
My dear I found you in my prayers so clear.
Soon we shall be bound in harmony of power.
Soon we shall be together in a bond so sincere.
Take my hand and promise to love me forever.
I take your hand and swear to cherish your heart.
Holding hands honoring each other in this endeavor,
Now we share words that can never be torn apart.
Looking into each other’s eyes, glistening in love,
Seeing each other’s hearts shine in heartfelt gold,
Standing so very close, watched by angels above,
We fold together for our binding kiss does unfold.
Bound in matrimony today, we placed our rings.
Upon each other’s fingers, now our passion sings.
Like the bright sun in the heavenly sky,
Thy presence enlights mine everyday path.
Eyes of angels and smile that makes shy
He who fall onto its trap like a strath.
I dare'd not look beyond thy dainty eyes
For I fear seeing them for the last time.
Yet, I am feeling the near broken ties
Which hold us together for a lifetime.
Perhaps 'tis the last time I'll hold you close
Enough to feel our harmonized heart.
I Refuse to make the same gaffe and chose
To touch thy lips with mine before we part.
Only to open my eyes to bright beam
Of the morning sun from a lucid dream
Doubtful to give into this passion
which should have not began,
but it doesn't actually mean that I can
let age hinder my intention.
I will express all the emotions twice
without faking any genuine smiles;
and whatever this experience inclines
me to be less cautious but wise,
I should think of no other affection...
only laugh aloud and be delirious,
caressing a face prettier than any woman has
to feel the passionate feeling of devoted man.
Please accept what I am offering you today...
my promise will lead you to a life of endless joy!
I shall compare you to a day in spring
to complement the summer Shakespeare wrote.
Your voice is fairer than the birds that sing
of love, in every way on every note.
The sweetened fabric 'round a flower's face
is far less lovely than your silken hair:
the former lacks in sheen and goes to waste
when comes the callous winter's annual air.
The season's song, its scent, its look and feel
are still quite beautiful, make no mistake,
but this is true because your own appeal
is made the greater by these very traits.
The spring may flaunt a lovely sky and floor,
but springtime makes you gorgeous all the more.
Visual cacophonies: I witness
Them, blithe and impaired-smouldering like a
Cigarette. Phoenix, to rise from ashes
Is irrelevance; flame is far from a
Necessity to warmth, though I am no
Prometheus with bruises of the mind.
It has wavered too long, taken too slow
To only find it has been wasted time
(And the time peices are all unfriendly here).
They, unreliable and tepid, take
The breath away from me-it idles there,
Steaming from exposure, cursed and fake.
There lacks a subtle hinting waif to speak
Of all unglories of a Heart that's weak.
My love! May you be eternal,
If you are my dream, day should never dawn,
You are my goal, you are my terminal,
If you are my shadow, sun should never be gone.
If you are my hallucinations, they should never die,
If you are my swoon, I would never revive,
If you are my laughter, I would never utter a cry,
My soul, from you, I derive.
May you be like summer tempest,
That pours on me all the sorrows of thou,
You are a treasure I need to quest,
Every time- tomorrow, yesterday, and now.
You are my sadness, you are my glee,
Sweetest thou, I live for thee.
Her true love was her heart's desire
he filled her soul with endless joy
her love for him ignited a passionate fire
though sometimes he acted coy
As the golden moon looked over the sea
these two lovers took a walk on the beach
kissing tenderly under an almond tree
their passions got higher almost out of reach
But alas her true love had found someone new
this just broke her heart in several pieces
and the tears she shed were more than a few
and these tears of sadness were bound to increase
As majestic stars flickered over a glimmering sea
her true love and his new love kissed 'neath the weeping willow tree
Sweet colors of skys will die
Little girl close your eyes and you will fly
Candy drops of tears will fall
Holding onto promises that no longer excist
Dreams of a dream that happiness is real
Mamma see's your sad eyes, wondering what took the glitter away
Wishing out the fire on the last candle
Wishing to see a new night
Pink,blue,yellow,green balloons I hold
Watching them slip through my fingers forever
Feeling the pain break you apart inside
Believing that the pain is the only memory
Dont let the burning of sunder mark you
A drip of strawberry poison will weaken the pain
Hush Hush the lip's of memory's
And dance till the sun bleed's the last drop
Youthful charms, perfect manners on display,
I met my only son's first girlfriend today.
All of the emotions at young loves doorway
Sparkled in their eyes, an innocent array.
Cupid carefully aimed a downpour of darts.
Sugary dreams fell upon two sweethearts.
Sparkles of love-beams crystallized in quartz
Trusting forever held its grip on young hearts.
I, burdened by fears and memories shipwrecked.
Pray, dear Lord, please let good virtue protect.
Wishing their courtship reciprocal respect.
Two seeking soul mates for marriage select.
Cherished with honor, future lifetime love
Attains eternal marriage in God's courts above.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May 31, 2010
Poetic form: Sonnet
I make you mine tonight, to have and hold,
to lie forever in this love I feel,
I bring an end to ever growing old,
and close your eyes, to all that is not real.
I give you love, that others never know!
The joy of life found only in its end!
And dressed in love, we go, as we must go,
into the dark! The night! The only friend!
I give you death! Then take you ev'rywhere!
To know all things; and answer to no-one!
To have it all! To do as you would dare!
within the dark, where life has surely gone!
I make you mine! I sink my teeth into
your waiting flesh, and drink the love of you!
You are not like those other boys who hurt me;
I think I love you, but I’m scared to love…
If only pain left here would leave me be;
The heart inside me is tender like dove…
I can feel your love knocking at the door!
I see what you show and yes, that I know,
And yes I know it’s so much more in store…
The love shown is soft and tender like snow…
I’m scared of love because of its past life,
But I seem to think of you every night…
You treat me like I’m your future wife…
This whole relationship just feels so right!
The love I get from you is so clever;
I wish I could make it last forever…
Oh my! Oh, my
lovely final woman,
dance 'cross close-
Yours is a reach
regaling the human
tame the aimed
As your service
continues so true,
Your splendor will
from, but, one
It's unheard of,
except when heard
Meeting of the
manifest and the
When you tire of
all the diff'rent
Read, these, my
make you slightly
Yet, to conquer the
Earth, you must
To garb yourself
in Victory's own
people as you
would the Globe.
How sweet the night, my love you came to me
from out of dreams I'd dreamt within my past.
They weaved the spell and made my life to be
in need of you, before I breathed my last;
and all my days of feeling less than whole
were counted in my life of passing years,
though discontent, I guessed a restless soul
was but the price I pay, with all the tears,
for being borned and being let to stay,
and little did I guess, or even feel
that all I've been's existing day to day,
and incomplete, but never really real.
And how complete you've made my life to be,
as if you've found the heart and breath of me.
I saw you dead. Now read between each word.
I thought the dream was mine, but it was you
who dreamt of me, a love song seldom heard,
though it was me, I guess you never knew.
Yes I was there, not making any sense,
and you, so young and beautiful would think
who is this fool, across my rusting fence?
And you'd not dream I am your missing link.
How could I be there in your restless sleep,
and touch your hand; remembering your eyes
when I awake, from what I thought too deep
to understand or hope to fantasize.
I saw you dead. I searched to find a gate,
but none was there and you had dreamed too late.
Beneath the stars over the breathing sand
A woman shades in the embrace of man
As like the wave over the ocean's calm
Swayed through them the wind-borne charm
From the corner of the full moon's eye
History of love again revive
Around a strong arm soft fingers curl
The masculine delight was twirl
For the eyes that reached moon's white
The heart was somewhere left behind-
Resonating with the beating heart
Of the one who lay in arm.
For long was the magic from the moment haul
Till on eyes the sleep befall...
Well you have picked a subject; I do not like to talk about anytime.
However, here goes what I think about and try to live by, in my days.
I was not liked well and I was shy, a real loner in my prime.
I know I think way to much, all the time, every minute, in many ways.
I am quiet, except when I get to know you, my secrets I never tell.
My feelings I keep to myself, only letting them out in poetry accounts.
My life mostly, made up of work, whether on the job, or home as well.
I am a complicated man; so deep, my split personality mounts.
I feel my heart is pure, though I know I am a sinner, I try my best.
I have had many friends, but never any best friends, that have been forever.
However if you are a close friend to me, I will give you all my total zest.
All my poetic words I recognize, they flow from my muse, who is clever.
I love the simple things in life, and live to love my mate with all my might.
I hate laziness, deceitful people; I believe the New Testament is the only right.
She is Christmas past
In a way, to most goes unseen
Radiant with purity too true to last
Yet with her my love tends to lean
And from love’s light a face revealed
Beauty of Skin and bone this portrait mild
For such divinity must lie concealed
From this light my affection riled
Absurd though this passion be
For this task a Godly hurdle
Passion drives the very heart of me
So I chase this heavenly hare, me, a mortal turtle
For she, this girl Christmas, I shall make haste
Toward this love of mine, an unending race