Best Affairs Poems
There’s a beguiling danger in beauty…
seduced as I was by the fickle fingers of fate musingly stroking my hair,
I envisaged
this lusciously lavish landscape
of sun-raptured heavenly hills and valid valleys
to be a lush, plush place for me to land ~
alas, such deception my naive perception did offer.
Buried beneath the facade of a fertile dream-come-true
and a mesmerizing mirage of natural light and zephyrus breaths -
where your thoughts hugged the horizons of my mind
like clouds on the edges of prairie dog skies
and where your stampeding passions trampled my inhibitions -
were delicate bandeaux of ice;
finespun and feathery like polar gossamer
that formed on the stems of your ruptured dreams
that then became my nightmare
when you had your hard freeze
while warm sap still flowed through your veins,
pumped and pushing through your broken being
and freezing on contact with the chilled clime
cocooning me, in a sudden silken surge of your glazing gauze
holding me, in the vivid wild magic of your frosted crystallized clutches -
fossilizing me, in icy opalescent ribbons of ornate whorls.
Unable to escape the grasping glacial petals of your exquisite pain,
your frost flowers plunged me into the frigid heart
of your bitter bluestem’s prairie winter...
There’s a beguiling beauty in danger
hypnotized and hijacked
as I was by the rhythmic sways of your tall grass ways -
your flickering tongue tasting my air
as my emotions were extorted
till I was bled white -
obviously oblivious
that I was being preyed upon
by a stealthy force of nature motivated by indigenous instincts.
Susan Ashley
March 13, 2018
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Poetry for the Sake of Poetry
Sponsor: John Lawless
*bluestem: tall grass native to the Great Plains with bluish leaf sheaths*
*frost flower: thin layers of ice extruded from long-stemmed plants in autumn or early winter. These thin ice layers form dainty ‘ribbons’ or ‘petals’*
The people of the state oppressed
should have a referdum by rights
God given unto them by speech
words draws the sword
To back anything worth considering
on this issue with the pros and cons
highlighted truth a must
Leaving nowhere for a reason to worry
exposing side affects
unto the genetic code nothing hidden
as this is an elitist group
Formed by bankers funding
Trying to muscle into world trade
with gmo foods and steroid filled beef
with ill regards to human fatalities
as money is the only agenda
That knows no status or good will
on the table that drives their engine forward
before health is taken into consideration
I
am
a seed
in the ground
waiting for the sun
to warm me and to wake me up
I feel gentle taps of pluie soaking through the soil
nourishing me
I start to
grow and
change
I
break
the surface
see the light
stretch my tiny leaves
Je suis a sprout, a sapling
I face the vent and storm
they make me strong
I reach for
the sky
green
I
bear
fruits et fleurs
give and share
I am an arbor, a home
I shelter birds and beasts
I breathe their air
they breathe me back
we are one
I live
long
I
fade
mes feuilles tombent
colors change
I am un feu, a blaze
I light up la forêt
I feel le froid
creeping in
I rest
die
brown
I
am
a seed
in the ground
waiting for the sun
In love affairs of the heart
Be guided by your head
Better now to break apart
Than wish you'd never wed
Glistening peaks of waves in the moonlight,
soft and tender lapping at water 's edge
as the beach welcomed the incoming.
Anticipating the velocity of tidal thrusts,
sands quivering shifting limbs nervously
as wave after wave bombarded the shoreline.
Lost in motion all indifferent to the cry of pebbles
as waves incessantly lashed rugged rocks
while sea sprays pampered their anguish
from the chiseled process of sculptured stones.
Propulsion of heavy ocean waters entering,
filling every cavern with rocket motions as air
forced out in tensed release culminating
in the screams of blowholes.
In the aftermath, leaving a heady sparkling
trivia of tiny bubbles bursting with joy.
Glistening tears on her cheeks, she waited
Winds whipping her face while dread aged
her breathing as each desire vacillated.
Waiting, yearning for his kiss, that soft touch
of cool sea-mist brushing her lips,
the musky smell of him massaging
her every sense with heady erotic aromas.
As dawn broke, dreams of unrequited love
also shattered against razor-sharp reefs
leaving in splinters, micro-chips from his
wooden heart with coded messages for each
beach damsel awaiting his next surfing of local nets.
Whispers of breakers as tide neared rising,
dwindling hopes of ever birthing her silent
longings, moulding his pleasures with her being.
Waves took not only her hopes but also his shifty
footprints, leaving only froth on fickle sands.
Perz got votes
Congress notes
I’m still broke
When Hitler wanted to take over Austria
He didn’t have to employ the mafia,
Instead he slyly gave the people a big thrill,
By mandating a national health care bill.
He then became everyone’s hero,
Even if he was a big zero.
Great orators have consistently led nations,
Their passion and charisma met with ovations,
It didn’t make much difference what they said,
Once Truth and common sense were dead.
We stood apart waiting for dusk to fall
pale the light that may not bring us to next week:
Both of us wanted ties of chains relieved
you from angst, and I from not loving enough.
Then you entered into a gentle maze of just how
time drained pool of years I barely recalled,
our moments chilled by desperate silence
while late-night marked your face, ashen.
And there you were, beautiful in dew’s reflection
sharing the glee from our early anniversaries
when days held our pledge, ' for better or worse, '
as I unveiled this mask I dared not shed.
Back and forth you whispered like fragrant mist
tracing our breakthroughs when stars grew narrow;
until we slowly choked on milestones
of owned joys and trials …I listened, listened.
A fool, I cannot ride the last sunset without her,
then she asked," is there anything you need to say?"
“My love, I promise to fill my heart's absence
oh we must go on; charmed life is ours, evermore."
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Contest of Silent One: Love Story
~ from a man's point of view~
Re-post 11/3/2017
Unsatisfied with expired love,
Smiles on the outside just for show,
Wanting something she can't have,
Something her husband can't ever know.
Her name exists in bits and bytes,
Her true self hidden from light,
Sleepless endless nights,
She still fights.
A hundred different likes,
Yet still left a feeling of alone,
Holding her silent phone,
Days come by, days gone.
She found a secret remedy,
A stranger from afar,
A connection like no other,
Infectious hidden fever.
One day there maybe regrets,
When true lies have met,
But for now she smiles again,
A secret escape every now and then.
Love affairs
Within the heart not only love
Depth of ocean space far
Cumulative wish compressive being,
Can stay longer longer
Granary of love, tremendous wide,
One can stick all over life
Melodious love heart rending wails
All immerse from the heart
Those big people have immensely dignified
Lay out of heart on never ending praise
If wished to hide it gives you place
When to evoke reject like stale
So generous it is like things
Never cares it benefits or harms
Those mind which can love to all
In next time becomes deadlier killer
Dumb it is, stuns again
Whatever you beg it pours full
No sense it has
Bumps in the head
Sometimes fatal open
It likes killings, failure to all thinking
Self is monarch of all
Sneaks so soon if smells wrong
Elopes from lovelier claim
No one can define secrets of love affairs
Those lovers have hid along the lives,
Love affairs are amazing games.
Affairs of the heart
As long as I see a smile
I know that I live
As long as I know you are here
I know I have some more time to breathe
My heart beats by your breath
Programmed only to love one
Don’t say you love me
My heart knows you do
Our silent moments…..
A whole heart to heart conversation goes on
As long as I see a smile
My mouth never runs dry
It will always tell you
Broadcast the secrets of the heart
Secrets that the heart would rather keep to its self
Always green my eyes will stay
Seeing you smile to another
My heart will never stop
Beat rhythmically to the tarantella of your beauty
My mind will always be alert
Thinking of you
My mouth always mime your name
Obsessed you may call it
I think it is hypnotization
Tears down your cheeks
I’ll dry them with affection
Your sorrows,
Change them into joy
A walking stick
I’ll be for you
A royal carriage ill carry you everywhere
Your shoes
Ill fit my feet to feel where they pinch most
Tenderize the spot before you put them on
I don’t want
Fall in love with you
I really don’t
Grow in love with you I want
For in falling
I might never rise again
Buckle up your seatbelt
For a drive into heaven
Where everything is a word away
Your love is well preserved
Your joy is my inspiration
Your body is my blanket
Your love is my pride
You
You are me
Better safe than sorry?
Fallacy.
I say, better sorry than safe.
Even if brought, calamity.
Safe never dreams.
Safe never changes.
Safe found no new thing, new places,
a new people's strangeness.
New cultures, new stars, new planets.
Safe hides in fortified sameness.
Safe only discovered a sandy smile.
Flightless, oversized bird that it is.
Safe killed a man.
Could have made them miss.
His safe mate cowered.
Under cover.
Only to discover,
mortality, by a bullet's 'dis'.
Safe never found truth of love.
It only starved for affection.
Cradled warm as an egg.
Guarding against insurrection.
Yet unwilling to leave a crack,
it incubates....
The chick always born too late.
Safe never won.
Safe never even begun.
Safe never took the winding path.
Safe stayed true.
Safe finished the race last,
never having run.
Uneven surface ahead.
Safe didn't want to stumble.
So Safe walked.
Even as the heart began to crumble.
It's tears flowed,
as the organ wailed its beaten note.
It wanted to swim deep and fast.
Not paddle warily slow,
templar, hidden in the moat.
"Don't count your chickens
before they hatch."
"....benefit of the doubt."
"Nobody's perfect."
"Until you walk a mile...."
"Well, you know what you should do."
..................nah.
I'll eat them before they fall!
Some people are just dismal,
acting levelly and small.
I am. Because I am me!
Just as you are, too!
I'll do me and you do you.
Sound fair?
Choose and live your truth.
On my turn, I'll take the dare.
I reiterate.
I'll run that mile,
because I might be late.
And yes, I do know.
What I decide, will be my fate.
Better that than safe.
Safe won't get me there.
Not now, not ever.
Not at Safe's rate.
Safe is another word for...
Afraid.
And that, my dear people,
will never climb life's grade.
But please..take your safety.
Your fear.
Lay them here.
At my feet.
I'll need something to step on.
The cliff I'm going for
is beautiful,...but steep.
-Angel Fatale-
Stumble
On last bottle of wine
from last night
With talks
Of two glasses
Smashed
within your lips
With ugly box
of chocolate
Bits
Bought
By your private
Secret agent
which in keeping- secret
lover
But you know
So you; lucky
Tours
Of Paris
And Eiffel tower
Not felled
In temptation
With your affairs
Of last
Night
In affairs
Tall the city
Bright- this city
Paris
Flattering words like berries
densely overgrown by moss like
the barracks around my dreams;
I dive into seas of prose and lyrics,
overwhelmed by the spirit of fiction
I go possessing what is not mine
Waves of quotes form my bible,
lines of wisdom and notable minds
are my virtue, my perfection
Leaders provide me with countless affairs
as I travel through words to different eras to
see every country, to live and love eternally,
The routine is to follow artists,
foreign inventors, proposers,
believe and live lives not truly ours
Releasing illusions will wreck all barracks
I must follow the dream, travel own journey,
indulge in the mind which is mine to possess
As the continuous rain trickles from the roof and the gentle breeze stirs the
wind chimes to play tunes, a bird warbles chere, chere, to a lady friend
who answers cheer.The rain is cold and uninviting to humans but birds must
ignore such a small inconvenience to love affairs and courtship.
in the distance
a truck's motor hums
rain 'pon the road sings
Their chirps to each other get closer. One has moved into the Holly Bush about ten feet closer to the one bird in the Pear Tree. The gentle breeze blows cold mist from the rain upon the old lady in the rocker out on the porch. She shivers and writes a few more words in her notebook..
gentle breezes touch
silent wind chimes metal pipes
a love affair starts
The poet retreats into the warm, dry and comfortable home. She thanks God for a few minutes to enjoy the creation and the creator..
aromas
of food cooked for lunch lingers
in silent rooms