Best Affectionately Poems
I can still recall the look upon His face
Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place
The vernal air was floral sweet and honey breezed
We roamed along Venice's zigzagged lanes and cobbled streets
On our secret rendezvous,We hugged affectionately under pastel gothic galleries
Greeted by the aromatic smell of freshly brewed roast coffee beans
Strolling along the pigeon-filled piazza San Marco
We wandered hand in hand,in the serenissima ancient floating land
Street musicians played their flutes.as We sat on a roof-top wooden terrace
We glanced at merchants sell hand-blown murano glass
by the picturesque Doge's palace
We ate a snack , then walked away towards the old opera house
which now has risen from its ashes.
We sauntered forward through little alleys
from where He bought me ,a gold painted venetian mask
To my surprise ,He had another gift,a wrapped up scarlet sheer laced basque
I peered at him through my dark lashes,He raised his left brow and flashed a smile
Expressed his charm in playful ways,in a flirtatious endearing style.
Boarded at last on a black gondola,cruised the lagoon and the canals
A few light kisses,a few soft brushes,waiting the bell's toll whilst in his arms
There we lay in waiting beneath the bridge of sighs
We sealed our kiss and promised lips,to the harmonic sound of chimes
He leaned on me,I welcomed Him,our spirits been entwined
Above,the sky has changed its colour,I watched the sun set in his eyes
All I am,I gave to him,my enduring heart- His sacred shrine
All that He is He gave to me in once upon a time
Not for the contest,but thanks for the 'Lovemaking in an ancient place contest,inspiration'.
This post is inspired by Ancient Venice and the tale of 'The Bridge Of Sighs'
The tale goes-If you kiss your loved one with the bell's toll of St,Mark's Basilica,
at sunset,beneath the bridge of sighs,the couple seals their love forever.
There is another tale to it,a sad one,but preferred to share the happy one : )
Take me there to yesterday's Summer night.
Walking on the beach,
sand between our toes,
hair blowing in the breeze.
When ripples in the sea,
slowly cleansed the sand,
tickling our toes,
washing away our footsteps.
On the edge where ocean meets land,
shoulder to shoulder we sat,
listening to calm splashing waves,
our tanned skin soaking wet.
As stars twinkled in the horizons,
reflecting against the rushing tide.
It seemed as they had arrived
to be placed inside your eyes.
Gazing at the sun sink into the sea,
fireflies flickered as embers kept us warm.
Affectionately we embraced nature's silence,
with only the sound of our hearts beating.
Too frail are these feet to stroll along those shores.
but you remain harboured within my heart.
Together we've seen many waves kiss dry sands,
but unlike unfaithful tides, you still hydrate my soul.
We yearn to end it that way,
to be taken back to yesterday's summer night,
but are content building sandcastles,
along current coastlines.
15 August 2018
Silent One collaboration with Charmaine Chircop
Suddenly He returned...
A lone traveller on a journey
tripping with her memory
Breezes of unsceduled joy
He blew beneath her skin
Reaching deep witihin
breathing warmth, affectionately.
He poured honey from the moon
and filled her dusk with light
Oh how He made lost shadows shine
He made rays filter through
soft as a candle light.
Oh how it lit her vacant room
and kindled in her night.
Suddenly He returned...
A lone traveller on a jourmey
tripping with her memory
Like a young first love
they danced so fervently
Like a young lost love
they parted unexpectedly
Their paths were not to meet again
beyond borders in between.
They've let their spuming stars
fade deep into the sea.
It could never be,just never be
Forbidden wants were pushed away
and so each possibility.
Yet long lived thoughts, all wordlessly
as guarded dreams roamed silently.
Suddenlly He returned .,..
A lone traveller on a journey
tripping with her memory
keeps tripping with her memory
Always in her memory....
Take me back to yesterday's summer night
Walking on the beach,
Sand between our toes
Hair blowing in the breeze.
When ripples in the sea
slowly cleansed the sand,
Tickling our toes,
Washing away our footsteps.
On the edge where ocean meets land,
Shoulder to shoulder we sat,
Listening to calm splashing waves,
Our tanned skin soaking wet.
As skies twinkled in the horizon,
reflecting against the rushing tide.
It seemed as they have arrived
to be placed inside your eyes.
Gazing at the sun sink into the sea,
Fireflies flickered as embers kept us warm.
Affectionately we embraced nature's silence
with only the sound of our heartbeats.
Too frail are these feet now to stroll along those shores,
but you remain harboured within my heart.
Together we've seen many waves kiss dry sands,
But unlike unfaithful tides,you still hydrate my soul.
We yearn to end it that way,
to be taken back to yesterday's summer night,
but are content building sandcastles,
along current coastlines.
A Collaboration with Silent One.
Thankyou S.O. for this opportunity.It was great collaborating
with you.
A gardener was gifted a seedling.
Before planting its teeny weeny stem,
he gently prepared the earth,
carefully, vigilantly, so it was soft,
but tough enough to hold its roots.
Everyday, affectionately
he would provide it with water,
especially when the sunlight was too strong.
At times he would place an umbrella
over the top, so the stalk would not become dry.
When the winds would blow with force and
the sapling would shiver and shake,
the gardener would place a solid support against
its trunk, so it could lean on it during the storms
and when the puddles were too deep,
the gardener would wipe them away
and make sure it wasn't affected by the moisture.
Slowly, as the gardener nourished
the young tree, its roots spread
deeper into the ground and gradually
it began to reach out its elegant branches.
Before long, verdant leaves spread, all glossy
with their satin sheen sparkling in the sun.
When callous, colder days arrived
and leaves began to wither, like sorrows
the gardener would treat the bark and
cleanse away the moss,
so no beetles would ruin its skin.
When snow angels fell from the sky,
he would remove all the snow
and build snowmen around its base,
so the tree would be jolly on bitter nights.
As it grew all high and mighty,
its curly brown branches became home
to baby birds and hibernating squirrels hiding their nuts.
With sincere vigour the tree would protect them
from predators... Now the tree was big and strong,
so the gardener would sit underneath resting
from tiring days sheltering from the rain.
After a while the gardener never returned,
but the tree kept flourishing,
because it had unyielding foundations
to battle the elements.
Stars were twinkling high, glinting moonlit sky,
As missives of love on scarlet winds buoyed
Indulging passionate desires, enamoring pleas
Of elated longings, strumming pulse of glee,
Spurring romance, blooming heart’s dream,
As you arrived cheering fervid night of spring.
Oh, how I missed a beat, lauding your beauty,
When you enticed me, smiling affectionately,
Alluring with a glance that dazzled in promise
Of our magical evening enchanting, esoteric,
As together we propelled to world of fantasy
Beyond realm ordinary, scripting fabled story.
Alas! as we approached a paradise heavenly,
How playfully you blew a kiss, abandoning me,
On auriferous cul-de-sac of forbidden street
When you entered a glittering palace for fairies;
Leaving me in awe of a world ornate, unique,
A land of mythical vitality, of utopian ecstasy.
Beyond hope, beyond reach, as you vanished,
No path I could see past the forbidden street,
Trapping me where I idolized your heartbeats;
Perplexed, yet cognizant, here I would rather be,
Hypnotized in your reality of a flirtatious night,
Exploring reveries beyond cul-de-sac of my life.
February 21, 2023
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Her heart was
whirling,
swirling,
twirling
inside the eye
of a
whirlwind,
so I
weaved words
to calm her rage,
because,
like an empathic eagle,
a poet is a
storm chaser,
unafraid of
human hurricanes.
A wordsmith word weaves
against windstorms,
decorating nebulous skies
with rainbow bridges,
kissing the warm balmy
neon glow of the sun,
softly soothing,
vivid vexations
through
intimate intrinsic artistry,
because,
a cloudless day
is a bandage wrapped...
Too tight.
Only a bard can
affectionately alliterate
the grip of grief,
as poetry can be the cure
to calm tempested trauma.
Ink is the mistress
to butterfly sentiments.
I will not stop the moths
from devouring you,
as long as they feed
on toxic thoughts.
I have made a home on the moon,
where stardust scribbles carry us to freedom.
Feasting on my splendor ravishing to your eyes
Greet me seductively, watch me bathe in sunrise,
Breathing me in, devouring scent of intimacy,
Caressing my breeze teasing you affectionately
Cuddling love’s essence in elysium of my affinity
Holding me in your trance of her magical allure
Enamoring doting senses of passions I conjure
Feeling her tender beats in fragility of my heart
Indulging softly in her fascination for romance
Tempting me longingly in glamor of her glance
As purple cheeks blush, titillating my ruby visage
Fantasizing silken lips inflaming euphoric kiss,
But, dare not pluck me young man, till I’m willing
Undressing sensuously, revealing inner beauty,
Unveiling my core, arousing petals of yearning~
Only then I will be ready, worthy of your promise,
When you present me to her, she’ll be beaming
For I am the rose of her dreams, elixir of ecstasy.
September 25, 2021
Placed 1st: “P” Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Playful
Devoted family together, we grew.
Building strength, morals & virtues
Experiencing, accepting & learning
Trust & honesty, caring & sharing
Compromising & understanding,
WE LOVED!
United we reached & searched, we grew.
Affectionately sharing fears & tears
Engaging unrehearsed fun & humor
Enlightening the others hearts & souls
Genuinely amused & rejoicing,
WE LAUGHED!
Faithfully dedicating ourselves, we grew.
Committed to our individual life
Our own identities & styles to create
Achieving our goals & conquering strife
Temporarily reunite to enlighten & share.
WE LIVED!
Separate lives, our own realities unfold, we grew.
Apart combating our own failures & defeats
Our lessons & struggles abundant
With illuminated hearts & enlightened souls
Reminisce & commemorate our memories
TOGETHER WE LOVED, LAUGHED & LIVED!
Breakfast bells ring
In my stomach and
I go downstairs in the
Room where deliciousness
Resides with care and love—
Kitchen,
I stumble slowly
Sinking the moment all in
I take every step
Tap
Tap
Tap
I'm downstairs
My fingers wrapping
Affectionately around
My coffee mug
Which is also my mate,
Coffee, I pour from the french press,
And it goes like a spiral
Down in the mug as a whirlwind.
And then it goes gently down my throat
When I kiss my mellow mug mindfully.
Then my toast jumps out of the toaster
Like an acrobat,
Acutely lays on the placid plate
Waiting for me to reward it
With strawberries, cherries,
Or balmy butter or merry mulberries,
Or sometimes just like Winnie
I eat it with humble honey.
Afterwards, the backyard awaits me,
I amble amply,
Scatter some bread for my buddies—
Birds and squirrels,
While the wind greets me,
And they all gather round
When I read my poems,
Keeping them spellbound.
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Like block shaped wheels our lives stumble at the chapters we write
Corners seem dark and teeming with doubt,
alleyways call in echoes of our name,
as if tempting us to crawl when we cannot walk
“Fear begins the parade at our fragile hearts”
Shades are drawn and slotted with eyes watching,
voices ring the halls of the buildings looming large,
rumors of pointed fingers find our ears in colander fashion,
dripping fear at our feet
“Waves conduct sound, crashing vividly as we hear”
We cry,
hoping these tears will somehow wash the pain,
fill the gutters and move out to sea,
casting waves upon unsuspecting shores
“Wishes…more waste than want…at least of these eyes”
When of the shadows a touch,
softly at first, then strong upon our shoulders fall…
comfort leaps to our hearts in sing song praise,
wishes become goals and finish line adventures
“What is this light, soft yet sure, found within”
We are not alone, darkness hints at light
and butterflies fill our air with prism’d colors and soft breezes
collecting on our damp cheeks and drying the aftermath
of our understanding of reality
“Dreams of these nightmares fade into happiness”
We find footprints in the dirt…two which are not our own,
closely, yet affectionately following our way and bringing direction
to our dreams, yet the nightmares still flourish
but we do not feel so alone
“Fences built may keep us in yet… may keep us out”
For this hand, from a distance,
climbing mountains and fording rivers
leads our hearts to the safety of love just beyond the bricked wall,
the ivy covered monolith, the chain link disaster
which once stood locked
“Finding that a breath may exhale peace…again”
Now stands open an arbor of hibiscus blooms
and teapot pourings fore our eyes, open and hopeful of the coming truth
once lost beyond our dreams…and we breathe
for it feels right to breathe while standing in the darkness…not alone
”True friendship will always find us and comfort us in the darkness”
Once upon a time
In a land far away
A Baby was born
On a bright winter’s day
He was a happy baby
His laughter quite the treat
He was perfect from his head
To the bottom of his feet
He was born a Prince
So they wanted a regal name
The Queen called on her subjects
“Please come join in our games.”
“The winner will choose
our young Prince’s name.
To be spoken throughout the land
to bring the Prince fame.”
They brought their lances
Their armour and swords
In their search for Glory
and to win big awards
But the greatest prize
to select the Baby’s name
The winner so honoured
would gain great acclaim
They fought upon horses
In matches on the street
All manners of combat
Many foes to defeat
At the end of the week
One winner was proclaimed
The public all cheered him
For the Prince would be named
The winner was a man
Who, had not a name
He’d lived all his life
carrying that shame
So he thought for many hours
What name might be best
He searched all manner of books
So the Prince would be blessed
Alexander or Richard
Maybe Demetrius or Hobbs
Perhaps Matthew or Vincent
Or something simple like Bob
After hours of research
His choice was revealed
Written on a Silver Scroll
The name was unsealed
Queen Harleen was ecstatic
Dressed in a gown of gold
The Baby Prince in her arms
She did affectionately hold
King Matthew took the Prince
Introduced him to the crowd
“His name is Benjamin
Of him we’re all proud.”
Dedicated to our son Matthew, our daughter in-law Harleen and of course the star of the Tall Tale, our new Grandson Benjamin.
(Septet)
Amorous
thoughts soar through the blue,
to touch a heart that is true;
velvet kisses, softly set upon
the lips of mine affection's
as whippoorwills sing
Perfection...
O’ Word
O’ word, for my Bibliogenesis
‘My Dolly’
You are not fatherless
That I love you in the
Mouth of dear one Aesthesiogenically.
I feel you in my Parthenogenesis veins
Like an unfertilized egg
With the traffic-jammed
In my polluted blood.
I Streep teased my desire
That breathes in your mouth.
The world is made up of things-
Things do not speak but have
A language and a reason for being.
I think of the silence of
Your lips I visit to form embryo.
Make me wet with erotic desire
To gratify erotogenically
And mold you in good shape
With the vault of your mouth
So that the world around me
Can hear you in the heavens.
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10th place win
Contest: Stream of Consciousness sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
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* In March 1996, the news of the birth of a fatherless sheep in Australia affectionately
named "Dolly" shocked the world.
The possibility that human beings could be cloned too - long the subject of jokes and
science fiction - began to awaken an inner fear. The scientific question should be
answered by human embryologists, the scientists who have the required expertise and
competency. At what point during the cloning process does a human being or human
embryo physically come into existence?
Aesthesiogenic - producing or causing a sensation
Embryogenesis - induction of sexual desire; production of arousal
Erogenesis - erogenesis a production of desire
Erotogenic - producing erotic desire or sexual gratification
Parthenogenesis - reproduction by a virgin or by means of an unfertilized egg
Bibliogenesis - production of books
This man was affectionately nicknamed “The Stork”.
He played only two seasons with the Mets from New York.
George was a native of Salt Lake City.
His major league baseball statistics were not pretty.
When interviewed, he would often deliver a vintage quip.
He would have played longer if he didn’t dislocate his hip.
After the 1974 campaign, George walked away.
He is a youth baseball coach and school counselor today.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.