The rose, Nature’s fragrant
Enchanter – inspiration of poets
Our preference for themes of romantic
Banter
Embracing her velvety flutes and
And silky arm swirls
Genuflecting servingly at her sacred
Scented altar
Is there more to be said of such
Endearing essence that has not
Already been amorously written
And gushingly read?
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Perhaps highlight further
Her blood-like red -- rebleed years
Of greenless stems and deeply
Penetrating barbed thorns?
Or simply allow her to be
A manifest less complex rarity
Never linking her heavily to our own
Vein letting excesses and soul shredding
dooms
Affirm royally the Rose’s purpose, above all else
Simply to reside as another of Mother's perfect garden
Blooms --
You say you like to soar,
Love Poetry your balm
and lift: So, if it's a sonnet,
I'm on it! Something longer,
more romantically entwined~
then I'm inclined! Something
light, and amorously funny...then
I'm your honey! Whatever the
writer's part, not word, nor damn
limited alphabet, will keep me from
winning your Heart!
Your eyes a dark archipelago
Mysterious then exotic drifting across
my shore;
I perceive their warmth inviting
While those lips blow a tangy flavour-
Irresistible, poised to reach for a kiss
Brewed by the kiln of summer’s
ember…
Carefully, my logic examines the
prospects
Between reason and wantonness,
As the fluid air spins amorously
And the evening grows too blind,
naked--
The waves within my navel dilate,
fluid as current's unknown motion...
I forget what happens next except, I
was
Drunk with the body- rhythm of something
untenably spontaneous;
Coasting on a body outside a bend
ebbing flowing through a belly and
tendon
Of a conniving sea.
Rendering rainbows over candy kisses
Above the marvels of a mindless moon
Meandering with fairies and flower wishes
Miming melodies frolicking with a flirting tune
Nimble poets prance scribing wistful words
Courting playful paramours to canoodle and swoon
Entranced in witless wooing, amorously absurd
I watch her silhouette
and heart penetrating pulses
quiver
caressing the deepest contours of my mind
raw, full, unabated
radiating
biting amorously upon my native pine
I call her comfort
and whisper willingness
of the utmost kind
I see her
naked
taking her
places
we dare not hide
No bank of the sky ocean there are
No horizon in the blue wave of river
The melodious tone of Hendrix guitar
Comes to me from the pink cloud bar
Oh, no thunder, it’s white winter now on
Warmed cake with coffee in frosty dawn
Green heart comes with Rabindra music
I smell you in the rising sun musk to lick
No flower on the garret’s tub is blooming
Yet amorously the divine scent is coming
Oh, musk that is from the inimitable deer
I’m enthralled; I’m astounded to get ever
It’s mine; it’s mine love always by nature
O let me live long with the musk forever
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
16/01/2023
MUSK Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Humming a soft tune, came down the wind.
With airy fingers, it tousled my hair.
Rubbing its cold cheeks on mine,
It tickled me and reeled round
Tugging at my skirt like a naughty kid,
And amorously lifting it up like a lover
Like soft tendrils, it coiled all around me
Inviting me for a waltz
Between hushed breaths and murmured tones
It talked to me endless, whispering
Sweet nothings in my attentive ear
I felt love pouring down on me
I wished to cage it to enjoy its sweet company
But like an apparition, it disappeared into thin air!
I couldn’t follow its trail but as it passed,
I saw a tumbleweed trembling and falling
When I stood wondering where it had disappeared
I saw a note flying to me that read;
“I am friend and foe alike, you shall not know,
From where I come and to where I go”
October. 25.2022
Re submitted for 2022 Marathon Mile.19. Poetry Contest
Sponsor Mark Toney
A Note in the Wind Poetry Contest
~Placed Fourth in Brian Strand's contest~
~Placed Second in Messina's contest~
Sponsor- Charles Messina
A
dash on
excitement
tender passion
warm my leaden mind;
lavish, pungent perfumes
drift thru torn, intimate halls;
chuckling from the cookhouse table,
our constant, unique, only junction,
drown me amorously…and I am near!
I cannot say, that I like being flattered...
I love it! I cannot say, that I like being
tattered – but, we learn from a bit of
ruffling...so, I love it! Now, to be ignored
is the pits – but on second thought, no need
for throwing fits; generally, we are ignored by
the “Ignorable”...so, who cares? Now, my wife
is another story – she does the cooking.
Definitely worth listening and amorously
looking.
how she longs to escape
carefree pack a bag
leaving all behind
hop on a train and run
straight into the arms
that hopefully long for her
as if she really dares
be transported by visions
of flambéed passion
not really knowing if
she too fills his daydreams
with lustful longings
does she haunt his nights
so he too fights desires that rattle
and deprive his sleep
does he secretly long to possess her
feverishly amorously
the way a lover should
she didn’t go looking for him
they somehow found each other
their lives meshing intertwining
her heart seeming ripe
for a train ride to adventure
and long distance romance
AP: 2nd place, Honorable Mention 2021
Blossoming romance
Amorously so
Consumes daily thoughts
Visions manifest
Your luscious lips tempt
Perhaps kiss or two
Eagerly texting
Device ways and means
For assignation
Exploring our minds
In carnal desires
To arouse senses
Crossing boundaries
Once hereto unknown
So let us step back
To our comfort zone
Have light hearted fun
Building a friendship
A brick at a time
Anacreontic Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Silent One
4/11/21
Dancing
There is dancing
On the ground floor of earth
Eternally grateful by the beauty
I am sophisticated heart investor
Flora to flora
Fauna to fauna
I am seeking the lessons of body
No nudity is there
Centripetal gravity force of mind controls heartily
In my heart thou life dove is flying
The blazing dance craving my inside
As divine delightful oceanic tide
The eyebrows playing with eyeballs
The nose and nostrils spying the lips
The lips amorously kissing the mouth
The hands and fingers praying and pouring mysticism
The breast beating the mind lights of world fusion
The waist and navel showing the horizontal distance of happiness
The toes hypnotizing the weak fellow in moonwalking backwardness
No I am not there
Roaming I am on the apex throne of Olympic
where your dance shaking the spirit of Zeus soul
And Cupid seeking an eternity of me instead god of gods
by mystical unstated words of shaking exotic body
There I am in your veins of dance
In your heart surviving as an unrelenting drunkard
Till the connection with the metaphysics
where God lives alone thick ......
11.06.2020 Chattogram
Deep in her sleep, the Princess mystically dreams.
Of dancing with bangled diamond and ruby bound ankles,
Upon satin pillows for her king.
She's swathed in opaque rainbow colors.
An opaque veil covering her face.
Her big brown eyes not for even one second,
Wander from her kingly lover's face.
For that would indeed be a disgrace.
Her finger cymbals play seductively, only for him.
To gain his sole, sensual, passionate attention.
Simply to he his alone, once more amorously again.
Is her satin pillow dreams, sole intention!
March 4, 2020
4pm PST
like flowers
in a zephyr of spring
she danced
in love's blossoms
she loved him
as much as any
inexperienced lover could
with all of her heart
she'd even die for him
oh how she giggled
...teasing about a text
from an ex lover
in a cute little way
inquisitively waiting
for his response
hoping his love was true
as any young lover would
...she knew how she felt
she would die for him
she watched
as his eyes grew
not amorously
as she expected
but anomalously
to the point of rage
she feared his touch
his hands seemed less tender
less loving than before
his eyes
more piercing
than she recalled
she watched
as he became enraged
someone she hated
she said she'd die for him
she didn't mean it
literally
...she died by him instead
Colored pink,
She waits,
Shivery, blithely,
Aesthetically,
You could say—
Low fidelity.
Colored pink,
The milk
She drinks
Misses and falls
Everywhere.
Beautiful, a
Mountaintop
Piercing the
Sky. Even the
Angels are
Transfixed.
Colored pink,
She tries the
New thing while
Rain races the
Sunset futilely,
Sadly, lovingly.
The rain is
Called Juliet.
Colored pink,
She has lace
That she traces,
She misses the
Call of wine,
The hammock
Of druggy sleep,
Eros.
Colored pink,
Kill her softly,
Then kill her
Roughly, remorselessly,
Color her blue,
Then see it pinker,
Pinker. Squeeze
And show her
It’s real.
Colored pink,
Cigarette
Smoke is
Something you
Learn to like.
Just like being
Pink, you learn
To like it. And
Screaming is
Second nature.
Colored pink,
She speaks
Breathily after
A mint. When
She stretches,
The oceans
Turn flat and
All the sounds
Dissipate.
Colored pink,
She waits,
Quivery, haphazardly,
Dangerously,
You could say—
Amorously.
She feels it,
It’s deadly, she
Needs it, it’s
Her blood.
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