The Plot Against the Giant:
First Girl
When this yokel comes maundering,
Whetting his hacker,
I shall run before him,
Diffusing the civilest odors
Out of geraniums and unsmelled flowers.
It will check him.
Second Girl
I shall run before him,
Arching cloths besprinkled with colors
As small as fish-eggs.
The threads
Will abash him.
Third Girl
Oh, la...le pauvre!
I shall run before him,
With a curious puffing.
He will bend his ear then.
I shall whisper
Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals.
It will undo him.
-by Otieno Elvis Gikoi
Categories:
besprinkled, adventure, crush, cute, cute
Form: Free verse
I love the way you melt into my eyes,
And speak to me in fluency unheard,
That says to me your lust is on the rise,
My body and my mind by you quite stirred.
Impassioned arms, we're craving hot embrace,
And right before our yearning lips do kiss,
Ignited heat of heartbeats face to face,
We linger in this moment of pre-bliss.
You take me o'er the moon my shooting star,
To galaxies and realms our Milky Way,
In velvet nights of endless repertoire,
On astral planes besprinkled with risque.
Exotic dance in swirls of ecstasy,
That whirl us to new heights so breathlessly.
Susan Ashley
November 11, 2017
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Any Poem Won in a Contest in November (not from mine)
Sponsor: Laura Loo
~ Fifth Place ~
Premiere Contest: November 2017
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
besprinkled, love, passion, relationship, romance,
Form: Sonnet
Most people fall asleep at night
And dream of fantasies delight;
Those spawned by wakeful malcontent
Of dreaded pasts and all they meant.
But when the light begins to dawn
Their dreams all vanish with a yawn.
My dreams are themes they are but two:
I dream of love and loving you;
And when I wake and wipe away
Besprinkled sand to start the day
I look around and here I see
The loving dream lies next to me.
Categories:
besprinkled, lovedream, dream,
Form: Couplet
Oh Kathleen! You seem as distant from me
as some ancient nebulous universe
yet near as last night’s dreamy reverie.
Are you just luminous stardust dispersed
into eyes of a starry-eyed lover
by some celestial fairy sandman?
Only to awaken and discover
that your loveliness is nothing more than
a dream imagined. Must I wipe away
this besprinkled magic dust that beguiles
me? To watch your lovely image this day
fade from view, then reappear with a smile
at days end in a dream, again of you.
Oh! Hasten sleep that I may dream anew.
Categories:
besprinkled, fantasy, imaginationdream, dream, universe,
Form: Sonnet