Best Amoretti Poems
From my blog on, Amoretti LXXV, by Edmund Spenser
my tribute poem included below,
Sailing Away From Dark That Wrecks Havoc On Earth
Earth left cursing in raging anger and sad roars
horrid spinning mess, its great darkness raining fear
vast teeming multitudes, with evil shore to shore
lies, wicked beasts, future never really clear.
These new waters, horizon now promising love
her beautiful kiss, those lips waiting just for me
Heaven sending guiding angels down from above
singing of light, truth and a divine sanctity.
My soul, its core now filled with a king's treasure worth
of romance and flowery meadows gifting life
sailing away from dark that wrecks havoc on earth
my ship, cutting through sleeping waters like a knife.
Sailing away upon Heaven's soft, tender sea
ranging across waters with her windblown caress
repentant and dwelling within bountiful glee
a sinner, long ago my sins I did confess.
Sailing into expanse of waiting paradise
her big bright smile gifting an ocean of delight,
never again begging more, this love shall suffice
with passionate gems gifted each and every night.
Pray I, eternity weds our Lives, Love and All
And we together, sail to our true Port of Call.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-26-2020
Rhyme, Romanticism ( The Dreams And Sweetest Wishes Of Youth )
Syllables Per Line:
0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables:264
Total # Words::::178
Beyond the Earth lie three spiritual realms
Enraging the cynical hearts of unbelievers
Amoretti smile around His luminous throne
Unequaled is the performance of their tone
Tremolo intensifies the subliminal lyrics
Invigorating are the acustic instruments
Forming sounds not known to any mortal
Ubiquitous is the echo invading each hall
Lord of all nations reveal your plan to all
My husband's like to water, I to oil.
We're masters of the knock-down, drag-out brawl.
We just don't mix. I cause his blood to boil
and he enrages me. The dude has gall!
From "Water and Oil," a parody of Edmund Spenser's Sonnet 30 "My Love Is Like to Ice and I to Fire" from Amoretti
Date: January 16, 2020
Contest Title: Arbitrium Divisa 6
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Here you shall see me
when I shall see you
lined against the horizon of distant beauty
shading my eyes from such radiance.
Here I shall fold into you,
cast my soul upon your beauty,
allow you to carry me off.
Hello. How again I hear such sensual whispers
beating with the melody of time. Hello.
Take my heart to the stars,
bless my eyes with your soft form
laying gently in my arms. Hello. Whisper.
(bisbiglio)
Fall gently upon this bed of roses
I carry you to with a dozen reasons
why we cross paths on occasion,
fall into my soul as I have fallen into your sunlit spirit.
Kiss the heated lips of the one
who will die so you may live
where I shall see you
when you shall see the winged infant amoretti
as my symbol of love.
I am going there
your living post where
I go periodical
wait till your coming, most standing right
be seated with loving amoretti
just for your looking
book my heart to gaiety
shakes me the timidity
where I cannot say something
but truly write I
where your love is long staying
-December 02, 2019 Chattogram
Amoretti binds crimpled dimple
Eyes fondle gregarious heart
Impressive jasmine kindles love
Mauve nightingale occupy peace
Quixotic relation sustains thrilling
Utmost virtue wonders xenobiotic
Youthful zeal
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
07/11/2022
Didn’t eat the winter morning
Flying far away the dews are
The sun has come but I am in a drowsy mood
Full of confetti in the bedroom
Living waters playing in the bathtub
The shadows are whispering with the dead walls
Nomadic breeze on the roof of illustrious breathing
Inhale and exhale- crawling on the upstairs
No sky over the visions of the sole dream
Illusions are leading the ideal ego
Ascetic roots in the maple's kinship
Glittering gold covers the envelope
Flapping window wings with songs of Amoretti
Discovers the pine tree a couple of yellow teenage
Marbled monastery summons beneath the purple hills
Through the laurel wood, I wake up and grasp
A dead soul.
© Mahtab Bangalee
29th January, 2025
Chattogram