raindrops dance, a
retains his memories
of years before,
solitude, invite his
and form continuum,
above to soar.
among beach plum,
behold, when words
a skyward calling
are the raindrops'
the mirroring of
stares and souls'
And as the raindrops
dance around and
belike she comes,
'mid silences aboard
rainfall drops that
their night defines
again the winds'
Her grandness in the
a solemn cause
became of diamond
© 06-15-2013, G.
This place, inside, where all my feelings keep.
That lies somewhere between my heart and soul.
Should I, the guardian of my fortress seek,
Protection from those, who would see them stole.
So many times have you this bastion breeched,
With scant regard for all the dangers posed.
That my hopes and dreams should not be reached,
By eyes that only wish my heart exposed.
These inmates with their liberty restrained.
That strive against their shackles and their chains.
Am I their jailor too cautious to be blamed,
To free them no matter what their claims.
And if freeing them should reveal my heart,
I might be also freed.. my life to start
Cherry blossoms stargaze as spring air comes;
East and west cross at Bells of Ireland: warm and calm;
Welling slowly to cede: tender sage thoughts,
Upon two hearts link, after hundreds of sought and fought.
Cathedral posts accent with ribbons of violets.
Congregate white orchids grin alongside the aisles,
Roseband sings tunes: forget-me-not to highest.
Wearing her lavender gown,Heather walks with smiles;
Clasp in her hands,tulip bouquet, guests she stun
Her Lilac in tuxedo waits: eyes locked tight in knot
Gentleness bestow from heavens, ever won
Their iris fuse glued; love radiating allot
Matching band's inscription: embroidered golden rings
Baby's breath, a grand wish soon very soon, will spring.
NOTE: All bold words are different flowers.. :) I always love flowers. I am always fascinated of their beauty and charm but more than these I am inspired by them: philosophically and emotionally as well ... :D
(c) Olive Eloisa
June 24, 2014
Sponsor Cyndi MacMillan
Contest Name GARDEN PARTY: VERB-alized NOUN-sense with FLORAL ACCENTS
placed 2nd place.. :) to God be the greatest glory :)
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
If there was a pill that I could take today
This pill could hit the spot without delay
And this pill was the same shape as your loving heart
It will cure all my ills and my pains for a start
It can make a path down to my weary soul
And it can build me up and make me feel whole
If this pill is your love and you send it to me
Then I will swallow it quickly and just wait and see
This pill must come with a strong warning too
Will you take my heart shaped pill I sent to you
This heart as a pill will work for the one and only
Cures all the ills and stops one being lonely
If affected don’t drive or use heavy machines
Give to the one you love, and start living your dreams
Contest Entry for The Pill of Life Contest sponsored By Russell Sivery
The girls in vain tried his sad soul to sweeten;
(why art thou laughing at his blackened eye?)
Malign and radioactive chicken,
you never loved or watered his bonsai!
Thou spaced-out sill maiden of delusion,
and frivolous, counterfeit struthio,
thy cackling leave gave tongue to contusion,
eloped with Foghorn Leghorn unto Rio.
Beloved of his aphotic thought's wit,
deserted cot due to thine abandon,
dawns sullen, chickenless, dolour permit,
- old taken snaps of you with his Canon.
Incomprehensible, soulless chicken
His saddened eye is karate stricken.
© 03-23-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
A kiss in the night, in the pouring rain
She knows real passion, makes me quite insane
I love the romance that she exhibits
Blowing me away into little bits
Each part of me still burns with loving awe
I kiss her back by, I do grab and maw
Exploring every part of her body
I enjoy the awesome sensuality
As the rain pours our hearts meld into one
Our heart beats, blood’s rushing, nothing is gone
We blend, our flesh slides, we find utter heights
Flying higher than those grand, massive kites
I kiss her in the night under the rain
Our love will last always, it will remain
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.
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
The moonbeams of the
Flows and sweetly kisses the
In the blue sky all-stars look
I can't stop thinking you, oh
The winds bring the soft
aroma of the belly flower
I am standing as a lonely
field near to my window
And see a couple of glow-
worm flying together
Ah! This every sweet thing
carries me to you.
Suddenly in my thoughts at
a sane island
Oh beloved! I see we both
are so close
Sharing an eternal love by
holding each other hand
From eyes to eyes, lips to
lips, nose to nose.
There we are in spiritual
love and a sacred pair
As in painting light and
shade looks pretty together.
Baby, you remind me of a bunny,
sweet loyal and trustworthy
you always make life funny
when we're not together, i miss you badly,
you notice things no other man bothers to notice,
when i look into your blue eyes i see the true me,
my exes made me feel worthless
that's why i believe in our family,
when we speak i feel the love
when you smile at me i could swim in your dimples
our hands fit together as snug as gloves
and one hug from you makes life seem simple
I'm so happy you are my boyfriend
i never want this relationship to end.
IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU
Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.
In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.
This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.
Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Intrepid, stronger than any man I know,
An alluring mind housed in one so plain,
Love took the form of a ruffled sparrow,
Virtuous, glorious, my own, my Jane.
Candid, precocious, unpredictable,
Oh, how she provokes me, asks far too much,
Ardent, true, but damned immovable,
A bird I may view, yet never can touch.
She has flown, as I knew that she would,
There is no longer a reason to live,
Where is my happiness, all that is good,
Why was her pure heart unable to forgive ...
I hear that voice as though reason too burned,
It is her! At last, my soul has returned!
Couple: Jane Eyre and Mr. Edward Rochester
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
The rain of winter days, repeats their words,
the messages of dusk and truths perceives,
her passing wraith the seaman's heart aggrieves,
- unspoken words percuss on festal chords.
Once at nocturnal hours the shadows link,
- that lonely woman's never sung, night song,
red wine - divine, her splendor flies fore dawn,
while eminent his sails, egress to sink.
Sea waves convey to ports two dancing forms
where tears and laughs subside, when dark distils,
with soul that gallivants, love wounds she heals,
rain priestess saves her lonesomeness in storms.
With colored rainbows flies to highs and bold,
sun's crimson spills what shoreline mists enfold.
© 02-17-2013, G.Venetopoulos
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
As I can bounce a thought from off the moon,
while you are looking, when I know it's you
perhaps you'll sing along, less out of tune;
Sureal, the moon will do what it can do.
All mystic from the past; each witch's spell;
each wizard's charge of magic--candlelight;
some power of one's love; each tolling bell;
rains down from melting pots of lucid night.
And when the moon is full, and in its prowl
escaping where it's been so it can fly,
deep in the forest dark, the wolfmen howl,
and I look for this love to never die.
On one such moment, like we've never known
Reality sets in, you've been alone.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
You my precious precious thing
You I would have to wear my ring
Upon your finger you would
Wear a crown
And in thou service
I'd humbly bow
Kneel before you with my heart
Holding sacred all thou art
Holy would be my love so true
Given so faithfully unto you
And when reminded
Of your hand so dear
And the vision of my ring
And the arm that wears the hand
With the body with which
And the head so beautiful still
That captures all my ways
With the eye's that stole
And the smile with which
My soul departs
Keep me and my unseen parts
Upon your hand and in your heart
Take my soul where ever thou art
Into heaven the deepest part
And never let our souls be apart
Made in heaven as heavens art
with muse in hand
a romantic longing is the plan
dinner at eight
I hope he won't be late
sherry filled to the rim
soft music for us to spin
candles on the mantel
slight ring of dinner bell
waft of curry stuffed chops
and potatoes creamy and hot
buttermilk biscuits on the side
and dessert for which he decides
this is how mom said to get to a mans heart
with a romantic dinner from the very start
Tribute To Romance
Also Entry For
A Romantic Longing Contest
PENETRATING EYE~LIDS SHUT APON DREAMING,
SILENTLY AMORE, I LAY, SHIVERING NUTORIOUSLY,
FOR THAT ONE MOMENT, HE LOOKS, AT ME WITH WARM
FIRE IN HIS CANDLED EYES, WHERE A BURNING LOVES DESIRE,
BECOMES CAPTIVATED,IN THE MOON~LIGHTS STARS BED ROOM,
I HAVE RELEASED MY INNER BODY, TO PASSIONATELY GIVE HIM,
MY ALL,WITH NO HESSITATION....
Sonnets from my heart
By Elaine Roy
Can you tell me, how to stop this pain in my heart; when I'm not near you?
How can I close my eyes, without seeing the clarity in every smile we shared
T's the lanten of love, that casts it's glow; the leaves it shadows a upon our hearts
So, I throw a kiss to the wind; hoping that some how it will find it's way to your heart
I find myself, wishing on every star, to guide me back to your embrace
T's love that bring the rain and gives life a greater meaning
I bear, this pain for love, until you come home again, my great love!
It's only then, the rain of tears, will no longer take my heart; for your loving heart will heal the missing piece of my heart!
She was lost, alone in the world
With no one to help her in life.
No one to listen and be her friend.
She never smiled, rarely laughed.
She kept to herself, talked only when she had to.
Everyday she slowly died inside
Could feel herself slipping away...
Further and further in the dark abyss...
Then she met him and she was found.
Finally she had someone to listen and be her friend
She smiled and laughed and talked all the time.
She felt herself coming back, bit by bit
She began to live again,
and she owed it all to him.
Though I've yet to behold your lovely face
or hear the sweet sound of your whispered name,
the thought of you rekindles my embrace
of our fore-ordained meeting all the same.
I often imagine your graceful image,
fondly picturing a beautiful vision
of you--an angel with divine carriage
and a radiant halo that's golden.
I am so in love with the thought of you,
that not even the rifts of sea and time
can halt our meeting when love means two--
I thus love you through this eternal rime.
So abide with patience by knowing this,
that my love for you is sealed with a kiss.
When I first saw the gift in front of me,
I was excited by its curling bow,
Its bright blue paper beaming beautif'lly.
And after some time, I unwrapped it. "O!"
I said, "Why it's a book of poetry."
Its cover intrigued. I read a po-
em about a pirate of some fancy,
Who had no treasures of gold to bestow
Upon his fair maiden. His destiny;
The poet's rambling, didn't impress me, so
I set the book aside. A sad trophy
Collecting dust. A minor memento.
And then something happen'd, almost divine,
One day that book said, "Be My Valentine!"
I love our conversations day to day
I laugh at the awkwardness in the hall
I love how you are mine, my sweet blue jay
If this were a movie the snow would fall
The perfect scene that everyone desires
The paramount picture movie nights out
I love that this love does not require
Sadness and despair, the miserable pout
I want to see you as you always are
I want to laugh and share my memories
So you call to me, and I won’t be far
I want to cheer and hear your melodies
For it is a rose in any other name
I am foolish, but who am I to blame?
New found friendship in the darkest areas
But it’s not like we are from dark places
You are the light that disrupts hysteria
There’s no need to hide under fake faces
Thank you, my search for that place is finished
That place where loneliness finally dies
That place where joy is, as it should, cherished
That place where despair meets its true demise
I no longer have to travel today
To travel to that place where sadness ends
Because I have found that place, my blue jay
So from now on, what we do shall depend
Shall we travel together tomorrow
To keep fighting everlasting sorrow
What I say and do I mean completely
What I say to you I mean with honesty
But Please do not take my words so feebly
Don’t shrink in front of the face of modesty
You are marvellous, true in every way
You are graceful, so keep dancing like you
You are beautiful, so smile my blue jay
Smile and I shall be marvellous with you
Please take my words to heart, never forget
They are nothing but spectators tonight
You are the main attraction, don’t leave yet
You will rock, no need to be polite right?
You are awesome in each and every way
You are pretty no matter what they say
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I cannot complain of my innocence,
You're my testimony straight from the start;
About you, I've no lack of evidence,
For you are the very weight of my heart;
Of you, I gather the lovely traces,
Your every motion's a graceful move;
Scarcely one's heard of any such cases,
You are the sole fact I care to prove;
Sworn an oath 'pon which your Truth never fails,
Attested Beauty beyond all retort,
As you, and you alone, may move the scales,
Easily established before the court.
Around you, my whole argument is built,
Removing any doubt about my guilt.
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.
He harks the orologio ticks that count
the cosmic seconds that relentless fade
the iron peal of bells and rhythmic sound
expands the utterance his verses prayed.
A silken antimins - her blooming scent
where consecrated scriptures lay
perceived the liturgy and soul's descent
the antiphon of Corpus' Christi sway.
Denomination of the astral halls
his fervid coursing and her mystic stance
dismissal nightly voice to skyward calls
ascension of his soul's her stare askance.
Devoid 's the night that takes his life and past
she harks his voice the sovereign woods contrast.
© 06-08-2013 G. Venetopoulos
Canon = Rule
antimins ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antimins )
orologio = clock
antiphon = ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antiphon )
My maiden dwells on the coasts of Brazil,--
in clear, sweet notes her lips speak Portuguese;
her beauty makes the earth and sun stand still--
what a tragedy if she were a tease!
Beholding her fair face is what I miss;
surrounding her in a loving embrace
and kneeling down to give her a soft kiss:--
all these would make my quickening heart race!
The distance between us, like a thick mist,
keeps us apart;--but I by heaven swear
that someday we'll have our clandestine tryst,
a time and place in the same hemisphere.
And if she's not against betrothing me,
I'd give all to marry her by the sea.
I felt your hand between her hand and mine,
Your breath I've tasted on these lips I kissed,
A shadow falls amid the songs and wine,
And I am desolate from all I've missed.
For though the night is but for passions spent,
Her breast upon my chest so softly lay
And in the comforts of her charms and scent,
I think of what I've lost from loves decay.
Oh how I've tried to put you from my mind,
To place our memories upon the pyre,
But as the morning breaks I only find,
The hunger for your touch and my desire.
And in the dawning light when tears are shed
I think of you my love and bow my head.
A CRAZY OBSESSION
I WANT TO KNOW WHY
I AM SO OBSESSED WITH YOU
IT IS DRIVING ME CRAZY,
EVEN A LITTLE INSANE
YOU HAVE EASILY MADE ME FORGET
MY ONE TRUE SOUL MATE
MAKING ME REALIZE
ONE CAN FALL IN LOVE
MORE THAN JUST ONCE
YOU HAVE HELPED ME
PUT MY PAST BEHIND ME
GIVING ME HOPE, STRENTH
CREATING A SPACE IN MY HEART
TO CARE, TO LOVE AGAIN
YES, I KNOW IT IS TRUE
HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU
WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME
EVEN IF IT SOUNDS INSANE
YOU ARE THE LAST PERSON ON
MY MIND AS I LAY DOWN TO SLEEP
YOU ARE THE FRIST ON MY MIND
WHEN I AWAKE
YOU ARE ALL I THINK OF
What a pity flowers can utter no sound
A singing rose, a whispering violet around
What a rare miracle would it be if unbound!
And the rarest when my Iris comes around
Not alone but rounded by irises with scent
Of her all pervading round the table laid
Can behold her all-enriched face decent
You are my genus Iris, sharp-shaped maid
Showy colored displaying the rainbow color
Your mesmerizing eyes, green and deepened
Deeper than the depth like those stilled waters
Those eyes felt at break of the day enlivened.
Iris, welcome to the party with heart full of love
Let me feel your gentleness of a dove.
July 7, 2014
Form: Contemporary sonnet
Fifth Place win
Contest: Garden Party
above an autumn's moonlit sky
'twas there in flight, a hurtled star
then visions land as from afar
what wants 'came focused on mind's eye
was it shining gold that called?
a better man it's left enthralled
fame and power? the skill to jest?
so many dreams, thy brain was mauled
but out from selfish musings sung
a thought so single, bright, and true!
on crisp night air I felt it hung
it melted over, then I knew
for next to me my lover strode
i wished for us a sweet abode
Death Of My Lover - Monsieur L'Vampyre
Out of my bleakest darkest memory
that I'd endowed to what must be
there came a burning to my mind
as cold as life to me.
For all the will I had, and how I tried,
to find a place my soul could hide
where I'd be safe from all alone;
short of my lunacy.
In all the secrets of my love's desire
that first showed with her love for hire
I never knew her failing heart
would take her life from me.
In mine own madness when she died away
the tears I shed were night and day
in search of where she might have gone
where life just doesn't see.
There's not a thought I didn't call to mind
as possibilities for me to find
the place she died into that day--
and there -- love might send me.
© Ron Wilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet
Wherefore are you all a perplexity,
O women? Though you be the fairer sex
your cruel and cold, enigmatic, complex
brains are rife with insensitivity.
Your loves, so sweet at first--duplicity!
"You and me, forever," you say,--and flex
at me eternal love like a reflex,
ne'er acknowledging your dishonesty.
O women, understanding you is lost
to me--for e'en your kind's best makes no sense.
To think! my love, my poems...all at great cost
wasted on thee and on your loves' pretense!?
Wiser, I resign myself at their love,--
ne'ermore to think women as from above.
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.
I loved you first, I'll remember your verse
We no longer dance, no longer converse
My heart is crying, it has muted your song
I've been trapped in my past way to long
I'll set myself free, like the eagle I'll soar
Searching for that next new dance floor
I'll climb mountains, swing from trees
Hunt in the garden, amongst all the bees
I'll go down to the river, and start to float
Navigate the rapids, look for your love boat
I'll go to the desert, in the heat of the day
In hopes that I find my spiritual bouquet
Things might not be great, not going my way
My search is not over, she's not that faraway
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
I never write you poems anymore?
Not expressed in words how you I adore?
A fallacy, a falsehood, a terrible mistake,
And no never ever will I this take.
The poems I write of you for you
On paper put them? No, I not always do,
But I write them looking into your green-eyes
Or when I hear “I love you” in your warm good-byes.
Verse, meter and stanza are scribbled on my heart
As I think of you to one day’s end and another’s start.
I write you a poem when I hear you laugh
And ponder the beauty of love ever aft’.
Couplets and sonnets and villanelles and verse blank
Take form in my mind and I truly do thank
My Father in Heaven for His blessing to me;
You to have and to hold for all eternity.
bathe me with your
As I lay watching by
an August Eve’s
You turn the meadows
rich in silver
As I redress myself,
to pull in all my
Tonight you shine in
best o’er sea and
Tinged well in hues
of coolant blue so
I hear the music of
the spheres relent
And watch the
moonlight fall by
Brave chills have
crept inside a night
And I am not immune
to moon’s slow tempt
The baring shoulder
of a mate it leans
As we lay huddled in
a kiss by love’s
No I am not immune
to her romantic ways
No I am not immune
to sweetly loft
ARTERIAL BITE ---- MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE
Has not my love been welcomed in delight
when no one else could woo the heart of thee,
so what recourse has moved you to this night
of holding back the love you promised me?
No mere bloodsucking's what I have in mind
but like the finest wine--appreciate
what love has layed here at your feet to find,
enjoy-- or when you cum, you'll cum too late.
No jugular has put out all this much
to princes of the dark, forget their claim!
now I place no demands on you as such;
to choose my love, you've but to say my name.
So lay you down, and bare where I should feed;
your artery, where flows the blood I need.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Seductress ! wilt thou steal away my serenity?
For thine skin, a zephyr upon mine touch!
Mine heart, held captive, in thy talons clutch.
Is it the intention of thee, to shackle my love?
As in the cage of the purest of Doves.
Mine sentience wavers,whilst caught within your gaze!
To thee, I am trapped,as a man wandering a maze!
Were I to utter reluctance,my words perjured be!
Enticed by thee, by thy radiant beauty!
Where once sagacious, is mine perplexity!
Were you to perpetrate, thine will upon my soul!
Thee would take refuge upon my sentient shoal.
Mine zeal is now becoming, a tempest for thee!
Hence, my sensuality, turns surreptitiously!
The Lady Suffers
What of the slow falling of morning dew
rain that sets a cold shiver upon you
A sky that dances to yet mock anew
goodness and gentleness surely your due!
Can earth dare to ever this one reproach
promises of your sure sweetened approach
Pretty maiden of your innocent ways
sends joy into glorious summer days!
What of wind that so evilly blows
away all sacred words that you compose
Dares wickedly ruin your pretty hair
disrupt loving mood of my lady fair!
Nay, Nature careless , so very cruel
made up of harsh acts that so rashly rule!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-24-2014
My last tour of duty is finally near
To never see again this barren frontier
My heart beats wildly to be with my wife
To live tomorrow and beyond and get on with our lives
I dream of the airport as my plane touches down
To run into her arms in kissing drown
Rushing of home to continue our bliss
Thoughts of our love drives me to wish after wish
Our romantic want starts since many a night
Rose petals, candles and champagne delight
Silk sheets and oils to well into the morn
The delight of our union, in nine months our first born
To love and to cherish my wife forever
Our hearts as one, and never to sever
My entry into Laura's " A Romantic Longing " contest
No sonnet to hold the magic of feeling,
A trembling tenderness in my soul delights –
A shadowing sonnet to reflect the lights,
The beauty, the beauty, of ever believing.
No sadness to spoil the depth of compassion,
A freedom so simple, though love lives still –
A flyaway sonnet to soar with the thrill,
The release, the escape, of all love and all passion.
No days and no years could cut its throat,
A timeless emotion that cannot know never,
That can never quite give enough.
No cymbals for us with one splendid note –
A tambourine sonnet for you, forever
For the soft steady shake of this love.
Copyright (c) Silverla StMichael 1998 (previously published under a prior pen name Sherry May Curnock)