She’d dwelt within a palace, and outside
it, geese and brilliant peacocks used to strut
inside a fragrant garden. As a bride,
she’d said her vows beside the roses, but
today no scent of blooms perfumes the air.
The terrace sculptures, rubble now, are strewn
across the floor. She gazes eastward where
the mangos’ branches danced beneath the moon
when zephyrs softly blew. Like poison, now
a vapor comes, beginning to enwreathe
her husband’s realm. There is a smell so foul
her heart wells up with dread; she cannot breathe.
As ashes drift around, she hangs her head
with certainty her one beloved is dead.
Written by Andrea Dietrich Oct. 11, 2014
for the Top Gun Poetry - Structured forms - Iambic verse III of Giorgio A. V.
Form: Iambic Pentameter in an English Sonnet
Your kiss is so rapturous my great love;
Your red lips are like red rubies precious;
A love quite special in Heaven above;
And ever no doubt much and more precious.
I know my emotions soar very high;
Your thoughts always pervade my thoughts so true;
You shall never have to ask when and why;
We share our love passion so very true.
Your kiss will always be my special bliss;
Your touch and caress so gentle so warm;
Our eyes gaze softly as we move to kiss;
And our love will be so sweet and so warm.
And by all on Earth I value so much,
Nothing compares with your kiss and your touch!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
(October 14, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet)
The First Flower I Chose
You were my rose, the first flower I chose
A beauty so fair, such shine in your hair
You I chose, the finest ever love rose
Asked on a dare, the prettiest girl there
Soon we wed, pretty flower graced my bed
Nights sent such bliss, heaven I did not miss
Flames in bed, want no other instead
Honey that kiss, love never was like this
Years together, in good and bad weather
Loving every night, touching sweet just right
Joy our weather, sweet kisses a feather
Sexy the sight, your naked body at night
My rose did cast, true love that did so last
I held so fast, to that ship's greatest mast
Contest- Form Sonnet
Contest Name , Sonnet on a Intimate Relationship
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Total # Words: 114
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..
Shadows Past, Dance with memories of Yore
Shadows Past, Singing LOVE Songs for LENORE
Shadows Past, Crying Tears of agony
Shadows Past, Waiting for Eternity
Join together FOREVER and ALWAYS
Entwine with Lost Love in Heaven's Hallways
Ignite Love's Fire with a dying Ember
Shadows Past, Forgotten LOVE: Remember
I live in Death, waiting for death " To LIVE "
A Broken Heart prepares itself to Give -
To YOU, LENORE: "My Everlasting LOVE"
A LOVE as Pure as GOD's Heavenly Dove
For Eons of Eternity as One
Spirit of GOD, Lenore and I : as ONE
Dedicated to Rebecca Larkin For Her Gracious Comment on "Shadows Past" (Rhyme)
Late the music played in the smoky air
In our noir Bogey and Bacall vignette:
And hands that brushed your dark cinnamon hair
Held a glass of "Red" and a cigarette.
Your skin smelt like aloes and ambergris,
Soft rubicund lips shone like burning coals:
And what covet it was those lips to kiss,
To feel and touch the flesh and depth of souls.
I saw I was a moth unto her flame,
That one day perchance she would be my bride,
And prayed in her sweet dreams I fare the same -
So this my true heart to yours must confide.
If you should need me just whistle real slow:
You just put your lips together and...blow!
Sentenced to mortal life term my May bride
When joined are glad hearts on eternal date:
The sky did not fall nor planets collide
On the altar of our noble estate.
Bright shone were rings of emeralds and gold -
You my true love betrothed and I your swain!
Now Isis, you are mine to kiss and hold
And never again your sweet lips abstain.
No artful other, no fool's inaction,
Will keep me apart or these vows undo,
And without further lapse or infraction
I rededicate my life unto you.
Keep me sworn and healed in your saving balms,
And in the fulcrum of your loving arms.
Isis: Goddess of fertility and motherhood!
Friday night the weekend begins for most
Mothers, Fathers, with family members host
To be together with those they LOVE most
While a lonely man speaks with his Wife's ghost
On my computer the POETRY site
Saturday mornings some comments I write
My former students all work through the night
An old man see's his Wife's Heavenly Light
After Church, there is my A A meeting
Forlorn lonesomeness,now takes a beating
I get home; Featured POETS; I'm greeting
Images of my lovely Wife : Fleeting
Monday, a new week, new POEMS I shall start
I pick up my quill and write from my Heart
Author's note: Dear Andrea, all lines have 10 syllables(Thanks for the Spelling)
I still have to work on the format - aabb- This looks like aaaa but it's not ; a - just happens to rhyme with - b -
Having had mere minutes to skim your sighs,
anesthetize the tip of teeming thought ...
with platitudes for quandaries which fly bye,
we care for you, our frail flowers wrought.
The breeze, the muse, the bringer, the envoy
lends at days end, the tender bits of heart
as on the keys or sewing seams of joy
our fingers never rest from the day's start.
Hands in the garden smudged with chlorophyll
or wrapped about a naughty childlike pet
oft rest behind a trusty Parker’s quill
all healing touches given without regret.
Small and strong and full of life, they pour.
A woman’s hands give much to be adored.
*Women inspire me especially my mother.
Her breathing moves a strand of golden hair
that lays upon her pillow, next to mine,
yet in this evening birdsongs on the air
awaken me to listen and recline.
This errant bird, whose song dispatches sleep,
is laughing at a long forgotten jest
or maybe woos a distant mate who, deep
inside her feathered nest, finds better rest.
I watch the window, night begins to fade
and so do I. As slumber beckons me
I hear a distant answer softly made:
A dawn duet resplendent in our tree.
A single song brings answers in the air
as my beloved sleeps without a care.
It’s surrealistic in what I see
In the most unlikely places, in fact.
Especially when unexpectedly
They appear before wearily eyes, abstract.
Was eating my usual cereal:
Shredded wheat with sliced ripen banana.
Staring back from my empty spoon revealed
A face, the ghost of my Marianna.
Startled, yet saddened, my head turned around
Expecting to see my wife’s lovely face.
Instead I had found a man with a frown
Mirroring back from a glass-door bookcase.
Her haunting visits, this angel of death
Will continue I guess till my last breath.
Love shall be the easiest word; to say.
Though deeper than any words do go,
Harder in ways that anyone may show.
True love so much more such anyway.
Shall wipe out any form of dismay,
If veracity of heart is graciously slow.
When mixed with eyes that seem to glow.
Tenderness rewarding, true loves array.
More than any act, that enriches pleasure.
Flows from, enacted verses; unspoken,
Spirited rapture, with hormonal divide,
From the soul; pure golden treasure,
Enriches feelings beyond any token,
Heavenly bond ensues; when two coincide.
Sweet and tender, they seal a bond,
Movements caress preciously to all.
With trembles, they will call.
Especially of yours I am fond.
They cast spell like a wizard’s wand.
Captured I was, when I saw.
My heart tied in a ball.
Pressing onward I respond.
Lips such as yours are my delight.
When ours meet, emotional treat,
Sensual feelings ever so bright,
Ardor expands without defeat.
Each kiss of morning or night,
Our souls locked, lovers complete.
written on 7/21/12
written by Cecil Hickman
My love, your breath, fresh as a spring breeze,
Caresses my face, with a wondrous tone,
As your sweet lips, approach mine, we moan.
For expectation, of such pleasurable tease,
For there is no time, for emotions to please,
Our brief moments, are barely, only a loan.
For passion delivers, future beautifully alone,
Our ecstasies of movements together, appease.
After spring, before the heat of summer time,
Our ardor grows; grows within each heart.
Our touch, Heavens blessing, to each other,
These moments, hours, days have no crime.
Together forever, our souls, never part,
Our spirits are free, to love; never smother.
"A Cook" has a family to feed now
And food in the "Refrigerated" space is low
"Empty' is the panty but garden endows
So she visits "The Garden" lain in rows
Outside the garden gate she takes "A Pause"
Just a moment in time to God says "Thanks"
Before "The Morning Chore" gives Sonrise applause
She begins work "Transformed" beside potato banks
"Georgia Peaches" she peels; sings "The Same Song"
Today there won't be a changed "Epilogue"
"Recipe For Change" comes further along
Later complaints "Just For You" she'll catalogue
"Succulent Georgia Peach Pie" she'll serve up
The gentle cook will fill your empty cup.....
Sponsor: Adam Hapworth
Contest: Its All In The Title
10 to 15 lines/any form theme
Written August 20,2013
I am no longer able to garden
I do miss those fresh vegetables..
A Sonnet For You
There will come a time or, so I am told
When memories will flood this tired old soul.
And all of the bitter things I have known
Like a flock of scared sparrows, all will have flown.
Destiny’s call will leave little time
To sit here all day matching rhyme after rhyme.
There will only be memories of sweet times I knew,
As I spent treasured time writing songs about you.
The moment love told us that we’d never part
The words came so easy and right from my heart.
And, where would I be had I never known
The pleasure I found -- calling you my own.
Yes, life is as good as life can be –
And it all began when you came to me.
Written by John Posey
It was all a mistake, I dream;
A misunderstanding, it seems.
"You dreamt the whole thing, for God's sake!
Serves you right for not staying awake!
Bad things happen when you fall asleep,
So dry it up hon, why do you weep?
Don't you know God has made a new rule?
I am BACK you crazy old fool!
He has heard you cry out in the night.
He has granted relief from your plight.
It never was and it never shall be;
Pretty nice rule there, don't you agree?"
"I'm awake! I'm AWAKE!" I scream.
(Silly boy, it's only a dream.)
One moment she was teasing him. He turned
his head. Sweet eyes that twinkled testified
that she adored him. Then his stomach churned!
A deer appeared from the forest wild-eyed.
He braked the car and swerved. A brilliant light
from headlights streamed upon the startled doe
which, swallowed up by fate that cold, black night,
was killed on impact from the crashing blow.
Now stopped beside the road, he turned to see
his wife, whose soft eyes soothed him when their car
would not start up and, prone to worry, he
envisioned they’d get frostbite. Town was far!
The flavor of those dear eyes, toasty warm,
now reassured him they’d be safe from harm.
8/11/14 - Theme is "An Accident"
For the three themes - Poetry Contest of shadow Hamilton
We met in Summer, though it felt like Spring.
It was a time for newly-born passions;
Never fearing what the future could bring,
But probably not ready for love’s seasons.
From passion we created a new life
To bind us then more closer together.
When we finally became man and wife,
Maybe Summer would then last forever.
In our Autumn years, our sons have both grown.
It seems like the seasons all leave to fast.
I’m grateful for the years of love I’ve known,
And feel for you like I felt in Springs past.
There’s nothing to fear about growing old,
Except living alone in Winter’s cold.
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.
Blazing Eagles soaring across a moonless midnight sky
Black glowing talons of ember ripping dark Souls apart
Squawking, quenching thirst from the river of tears I cry
Flaming beaks devour Eternal Love from a Broken Heart
Blazing Eagles nest in the fire pit of a living Hell
With a morsel of a sinful Heart unable to Love
Smoldering eaglets pecking, eating the soul of the shell
This Broken Heart will never see Eternity above
Blazing Eagles pay homage to a god that is not mine
My Soul will burn in Satan’s hell until the end of time
The brilliance of Heaven’s Glory for me will never shine
I am a Blazing Eagle in the midnight of my prime
I live; death and sorrow for Eons of Forevermore
In pain and agony I live without my LOVE LENORE
Symphony is playing softly in the background.
He seems to be out more now.
He calls me regularly telling me his whereabouts.
Then he comes home after his workout.
Our relationship is on the up and up.
The heights we reach states we are a perfect couple.
Our talk about the day brings a closeness.
As the clock chimes late, we both sigh for a mental release.
We find each night of intimacy to be quite fulfilling.
This time we have together, we cherish.
Our wedding vows were written by each.
We both play our part.
Our happiness is based on love and trust.
PENNED ON AUGUST 28, 2014!
He was a large soldier, standing well over six feet.
In World War II; imprisoned in the Philippines.
Thousands perished on the Bataan Death March.
They were brutally beaten; starved and parched.
Wanting to give up, during this sixty five miles.
Thoughts of his wife, Helen; her beautiful smile.
They had vowed to be each others help mate.
He would press on, with a slow, painful gait.
Knowing she was praying for him gave him strength.
Tho thousands of miles apart, their hearts still linked.
Their marriage, like the oak tree; its' roots were very strong.
He was a skeletal seventy-eight pounds when he returned home.
When he was certain he could simply go no farther.
His lovely wife Helen became his scent of water.
*This is a true story about one of my husbands cousins, Helen and her
husband. She has dedicated her life to helping find POWS or their remains. She
works tirelessly and has helped numerous families. I am honored to know her. I never knew him. He had gone to heaven before I met my husband.
July 16, 2014
Contest: Scent of Water
Sponsor: Faye Gibson
20 February 2010
By: Noel N. Villalrosa
You are the essential part of my life
My awareness and pride striking hype
You are insignia of my existence
Interstellar in my reminiscence
In this world of choices and by chances
You hold my hands to hurdle in races
Always bargaining for my achievements
Through ups and downs, I run for confinement
We share each day, passion and offering
To Almighty God for brighter upbringing
Of our child to receive our guidance
And give us a pure strength and endurance
I thank God for blessing of you to me
My Cecilia, my wife and contemporary
2nd place winner
For Audrey Carey's Sentimental Love Letter Contest
Contest Date: 11/30/2010
Playing solitaire and writing poems
is the main use out of my computer
This computer is more than an item
will never replace the wife she’s cuter
My first wife left me for her online love
The second one was an online lover
This wife isn’t giving me any shove
after this one I’m not finding another
In baseball there’s three strikes and there’s three outs
and I don’t have any regrets at all
In all my marriages there were some shouts
no matter what I am still standing tall
Facebook is a no fly zone for me now
my last wife probably at a powwow
Wyoming Valley Mall been there the most
even sat in for Santa for a bit
now with stores closing looks more like a ghost
bus stops there with plenty places to sit
the Steam Town Mall in Scranton has two floors
the wife and I are there plenty of times
we’re always walking and looking in stores
sometimes at food court reading Scranton Times
Military Circle is in Norfolk
use to hang out there in my navy days
being down South always a nice folk
spent plenty of time there never a craze
those are the malls I’ve visited the most
I have no regrets no reason to boast
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.
Close your eyes and bring back sweet memories
Try to remember at your early age
No recollection of your first few years
At age 6 was that far you could engaged
Wiping your face full of cake, dress like a princess
Friends and relatives joyfully singing
Greetings and gifts are the way to express
That day is still worth remembering
Open your eyes now and see what has changed
Childish fun is over, now settled down
Much meaningful life along the open range
Learned basics of life, now you have outgrown
Today is your birthday, another year to share
This special time with us, we really care
Noel N. Villarosa
21 April 2014
Posted also in: www.pinoylifefacts.blogspot.com
A man tried to control his wife then he failed.
he tried to control his children then he failed.
he struggles the entire life to find an easy solution,
the problem is lingering on he has a better tuition.
he never tried to control himself that's why he failed.
always stuck in traffic, blames to a finder and derailed,
doesn't believe to check weather forecaster and sailed,
he runs everywhere in all directions to become a boss,
always seeks benefit, doesn't like to hear about loss.
Tempered to walk in snow, heat, rain or hail, he nailed.
he wants to grow, money jokes others, nature is funny.
he finds beauty, love gifts and counts a penny.
reached at home, behaves as wife is for his clean.
Blames children 'spendthrift' smoke and drink is a routine.
She just closed her eyes and that was the end
No tearful goodbyes not even a word
And all of the whys they were never heard
There were no more lies we had to defend
So ended our show and all it incurred
So far beyond woe no teardrop to rend
My mind won’t know it chose to pretend
So great was the blow it must be absurd
My memory ran to our special place
Where kisses began in days of our youth
Where once a young man discovered his dawn
No future in sight just one empty space
Which stole all my light this vision of truth
So began the night for now she is gone