Ardor feels are divine
Bodies erotically entwine
Caresses eagerly connect
Desires meet to intersect
Emotions feed passion
Fondlings sassy fashion
Gasps praise movement
Hearts pump excitement
Intimate whispers tingle
Joining lips mingle
Kisses feed desire
Loins share ardor’s fire
Moving hips enthuse
Needy bodies fuse
Outcries express zeal
Pleasure pulses appeal
Quenched libidos slake
Ravenous wants take
Silk sensuality grooves
Tantalize rhythm moves
Unleashed hunger plunders
Velvet kisses thunder
Waves ebb and flow pleasure
Xanadu houses flesh treasure
Yearnings flame with lust
Zing intensifies thrust
Standing at the ocean's edge
He inhaled the air, raw and bracing
His love, faraway on yonder shore
inhaled as well, her heart a-racing
A wonder that two hearts can feel
the tide's mighty surge as they kneel
in reverence to their passion's ardor
that kisses' wings, sure true love seals
your music moves
clouds in the cool sky
spellbound embracing stars
thoughts knot and pool
with ardor emotion
listening to you play music
with the push and pull
of each black and white key
like the free back and forth
rhythmic gentle motion
of the ocean tide
as I too magically hypnotize
in a dream moving upon its waves
twining blush feelings rush
as l lean forward
and focus upon your face
you briefly elope
and secretly steal
a glance upon mine
through your unspoken
hush words touching my heart
letting your mere utterance
escort the melody
melt down my spine
then back up again
yearning for ardor
emotion of your touch
through the ebbing night
5/4/2020
In late autumn
our neighbour's black cat
sits on the heated hood of the car
A sacred Egyptian ornament
sleek lines of balance
Unlike our love games
on clammy leather
in bucket seats
car host passion
spinetingling touch
Seasonal alarm clock
set to spring
like a cat off a cold hood
Ardor of Autumn
Wind rolls off the river, chills the bones.
My cheeks are rosy from Chicago's cold.
Now wrapped in warmth inside with tea and scones,
October has my body feeling old.
Yet, I love the views autumn colors bring
The rain that falls upon my window pane,
How nature's timing changes everything,
How death of cold rejuvenates again.
The beauty of this season inspires
Poetry to flow from my hand to pen,
As romantic thoughts of my desires,
Memories of our tender love back when
Our souls first encountered a love so deep,
As I recall those times they make me weep.
10-4-19
~Third Place~
Autumn sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Love grows amid
Dreamy lovers
Who will admit
Their true ardor
September 12, 2019
Charlie-Quadku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
For every day the dawning sun does rise.
Births jubilation there before Thine eyes.
Brightly colored rays nobly to shed light.
Accents wondrous flawlessness in plain sight.
Sparked myriads of seeds on which life's drawn.
Brash rivers bear oath heirs ‘tis tryst of dawn.
Sways and swirls a choreographic dance.
ambient twirls perpetually by chance.
Flail on shores hence spawns of man and beast form.
Yea verily 'tis now yields earths new norm.
Winding winds elope Ye fair leaves of trees.
Rolling thunder cede fealty unto thee.
Esteemed Vox barrage of resounding ardor.
Grasp our lore of adoring loves of yore.
07-02-19
In gilded hours and yet again
I still hear the same refrain:
"Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh,
Out with the Yanks,
Let the Viet Cong in!"
Ah me! Times change and I am old.
Lest youth's first ardor, e'er grow cold,
Henry the Fifth is what I'll teach.
Boris, Boris, to the breach.
"Mogg, Mogg. Jacob Rees-Mogg!
Let's hear the bark of the British bull-dog."
I stand upon cold sands of lovers, past
surveying, bleak, the misty metaphors
a crimson blush of hope so setting fast
its wake left by a tempest on this shore
seems only yesterday I found this place
the grace of callow yearning, underfoot
a pulse of passion showing love its face
and leaving but an ash of rapture's soot
the shadow of my spirit grows enraged
this ocean, love, was all I longed to sail
yet now the season of my path is aged
as all my moonlite fizzles wan and pale
and so ...
I'll lay my joys upon these sands to stay
forgotten not 'til time has washed away.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Any Rhyming Poem In April" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Mid April 2018 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
ARDOR OR PALAVER ?
"We are dying, Egypt, dying."
I'm still alive and trying
to prove to you, my dove,
that I feel for you a love
you can put to any test,
which means, at your behest:
I'd jump from the fiftieth storey,
though the end of that were gory.
How proudly I would stagger
if you stabbed me with a dagger.
You can go and tell 'em
for you I'd gulp down venom.
My will can never bend,
I will love you to the end.
But one thing I'll never do,
not even, dear, for you.
"And what," you ask, "is that?"
I won't pay a penny for that hat.
An ardor for poetic expression penned
Those emotion filled romantic lines drew
Passion reaching forth sweet love uncondemned
Armour poured out 'pon pages like morn's dew
Christ's passion far surpasses human's love
With patience He looked down 'pon man and earth
Patiently waited coming as the Dove
Amazing grace would transcend with His birth
Passion waited for eons and eons
Patiently longing to redeem mankind
Creatures whom He loved for generations
He waits now for them to His will aligned
Blood poured forth 'pon sad Golgotha's hill
Passion's patience whispers come of own freewill
finis'
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Passion Pays, Not Patience
Passion without character trait of patience can result in a disaster.....
Written: This September 2013
on beach strewn in
silver vermouth of moonlight,
covered in a chiaroscuro
of argent and umbrage
with tidal sonatas echoing
as choirs of eternity.
lovers in silken embrace
limbs entwined, breaths braided
reiterate promises of love,
sagas of dreams and desires
alabaster skin peppered
in dew of passion and sea breeze.
as heated kisses brand
contours in roseate blush
and fingers etch love stories
in calligraphy of sultry caresses,
their satiated sighs drowned by
the reverberating hymns of waves.
losing oneself they find the other
hearts in mutual gallop of rapture,
in stolen moments of rendezvous
under voyeur gaze of amber moon...
Upon nightfall descends my regret
Enrapt in the embrace of darkness
Where tomorrow has no meaning
And the voices of yesterday lay silent
That sweet muse once beckoning to me
Like a candle on the windowpane
Slowly burning away the memory
Ever dimming within times cycle
So while the stars leisurely sweep
Across repentances indifferent skies
Again this night my lover sleeps
Beneath the cold sepulcher stones
The wave-
Crushing dreams
Swallowing hopes
The storm-
Influencing pain
Sleeting fear
The wind-
Rushing anger
Twisting fate
The calm-
Momentary silence
Vision of light
The rainbow-
Indications of ease
Glimpses of ardor…
Out of every obligation that I had in passing made
To connect the very fibers that had long begun to fade
I declared the truest value and pressed on yet unafraid
with the rap tap tapping of the wicked wind upon my back
When the fibers broke in pieces and declared I was a thief
then I went to knees of ardor, weeping in this wild grief
for I truly had a notion that would obligate belief
to be held in sacred passing though intention I may lack
As the wind began to snicker and to smile and to laugh
I implored the standing sunrise to react on my behalf
but the smoke of broken promises in swirls began to waft
and I shook a thousand shivers through the haze
With this obligation fervor that had brought me to my knees
I compelled my thinking process broken down yet by degrees
to relieve the wind of laughter dying down to just a breeze
making sure integral honor and my obligation stays.
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