Best Aquiver Poems
Bereft..
tingles and sway
deserted
heartstrings bestilled..
I yearn
for the thrill of the dance
and for ravishing trills of arpeggio moments..
widowed..
the capriccio
has died;
lifeless in swoon-less inertia
I pine
for zealous zephyrs to float my cloudless notes
and kiss me aquiver -
to shiver my craving broken chords
in the lusty bluster of his imaginative airs
and the lively magic of his lyrical lovemaking
wistful
without whispers
blue
without wind-songs
chant-less..
I suffer in silence -
awaiting
my escapade
in the windy caprices
of his mind-blowing dalliances..
for neither of us can sing without the other.
Susan Ashley
September 14, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Best Free Verse July 1 - October 1, 2018
John Hamilton
*Capriccio: 1. Music; a lively piece composed freely and without adhering to the rules of any specific musical form. 2. A whim; caprice.*
*Caprice: 1. A sudden, unpredictable change, as of one’s mind or the weather. 2. A sudden, unpredictable change in attitude, behavior, etc; whim. 3. Another word for capriccio.*
An end-of-August day, the air is crisp--
the only hint that fall is on its way.
And we’ve gone to the park to share this bliss,
for school will soon cut short his time for play.
The wide, paved paths meander round a pond,
'neath walnut-laden trees, and over creeks.
Bike freed from training wheels takes him beyond
my grasp, and off he rides with ruddy cheeks.
But soon he takes a spill and grabs his knee.
His little chin aquiver but no tears.
A kiss and Batman band-aid remedy.
“All better?” He nods bravely, quelling fears.
He scrambles to his bike and rides away.
I wish that time could slow and summer, stay.
5/1/2019
May 1, 2019
Specificity in Poetry
Sheri Fresonke Harper, Sponsor
~3rd Place
POTD 5/3/2019
Favorite Poem from May 2019
Julia Ward, Sponsor
~2nd Place
Written: March 09, 2024
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It's utterly aquiver and ambivalent
With is a glimmer of modesty
His fame stems from promoting peace
But who holds the power to bedraggle?
Let's embrace bel esprit, compassion, and mercy.
There is a path betwixt utterance and ubiquity
where knowledge flows freely
In quiet sternness, it evolves...
It wraps with a meandering debate.
Behold those who wept covertly,
Who wastes these precious tears?
When some dreams come to a halt,
Life endures and perseveres.
Who moistens their life, oh you?
Who bathes, but why won't submerge?
When water drifts away and out...
The monsoon remains never fades away.
A sacrifice can lead to martyrdom,
They have a way of shaping history
And confronts the dishonesty.
Fostering defiance and optimism,
aim for an idyllic future,
Leave a legacy.
And participate in upheaval.
What purpose does the blood serve?
Is it futile to draw that to a boil?
What's beneficial is the blood?
Is there a way to safeguard the soil?
Everyone raised a voice in reply,
Ahead of us is a fierce opponent
For the sake of the homeland,
We will shed our blood.
Written: April 29, 2024 For Regina Regina Mcintosh Contest
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Meeting her will drown me with her love,
It will express pride and bliss from above.
Her glance involved an ambivalent dream,
Her smile is ambrosian whenever we team.
I will cry with her and soothe her fears,
Lend her comfort and wipe away her tears.
Her love shakes my soul with an auric beat,
Love blooms amid a full moon in aquiver heat.
When I fall in love, I will bestow my all,
It arises during alertness, sleep, or crawl.
As an ariose bloom, I am free in her grasp,
Time slips in her hold, as love vows a clasp.
When I fall in love—I cherish every turn,
Under the pretense of perpetual concern.
With a look and a grin, you had me awed,
Heart fire, in love—descry mist, not flawed
As I fell in love—I will miss her as she left,
In every departure, my heart grows a cleft.
Two souls lost in heavenly love now merge,
Love anew, with each dawn submerge.
Laying in shades of desire
passion nourishes our souls
enlightenment within the motion
smoldering touch ignites as it glows
soft enchanted whispers beckon
amourous waves rushing through
my being,
hearts aquiver as shaky fingertips
gently stroke your sweet brow
our lips meet tasting of exquisite
ambrosial nectar
I'm lost in the depths of your eyes
while breathing in your warm breath
you see the only peace I will ever
find is when I'm with you
because it's within your arms
that I am truly home
2nd place winner!;)
8/12/19
Sponsor:Luloo
Contest: free verse My home "when I'm with you I'm home"
I've traveled from the farm in Indiana, the place of my humble birth,
To places I never dreamed of seeing all around this earth!
On ships, trains and airplanes visiting fascinating ports of call,
And dining in hoity-toity eateries, more than I can ever recall!
I've dined on such exotic dishes as Beef Eterhazy and Athenian Moussaka,
Nasi Goreng, Halibut Cheeks, Paht Thai and Linguine Bugatta;
Linguine Primavera, Mahi Mahi, Lobster Thermidor and Cordon Blue,
Canard a L'Orange, Chateaubriand and savory Fillet of Wahoo!
I enjoyed those epicurean delights, but they'll never compare,
To the simple, wholesome dining on good old country fare!
I salivate thinking about a heaping plate of cornbread and beans,
With a salad on the side of fresh garden picked lettuce greens!
I drool just thinking about a hearty meal of meat and taters,
With stuff fresh from the garden like sweet peas and 'maters,
Home-made oven baked biscuits and heaps of fried chicken.
Ah, the very thought makes my old ticker begin to quicken!
Just to contemplate a repast of Bermuda onions and fried liver,
Gets my mouth watering and sets my old bones aquiver!
May you enjoy your Pate de Fois Gras at the country club;
I'll settle anytime for good old nourishing country grub!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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A humble name,
Trilling far beyond river
For his music
Flows into the grandest ocean
Leaving land
Aquiver
-Snaperdoodlyay, Laura Breidenthal
-For Giorgio Veneto's Laconic Verse Contest
When two people so choose
To join as one
The primary requirement is
Decide to love the beloved.
Then, as happens in love
Two become one in all things
Exclusive, self giving
especially sexually.
And in so doing
The love grows in togetherness
Open to children, raising them
A reward of their uniting.
But what now if the love fails?
Turns one sided and falters?
And the critical departure is decided?
To look for someone else?
And if it happens that the search ends
Upon someone willing and able.
To meet the need of the orher.
And join in erotic bliss?
The happiness newly found thrills
Brings warmth and excitement
Sends the heart a racing
Mind awhirl, body aquiver.
Deeper, wider, bolder, reckless
Necessity drives further coupling.
Drawn by the need for happiness.
Affirmation, complimentarity, libidinous.
But this new joining is filled with tension
Since the love struggles to grow.
And growing is strained.
For living together is amiss.
So the need to be closer
To grow together and love deeper
And go on up to the next level.
Of uniting even with childbirth.
The missing component is the limit
Of a love so good, so true
Bound to the beloved
Struggling to grow with the other.
A critical juncture is met
To continue with the limited but true
Or let go and return to the old
Loveless, drab, lonesome.
However, to let go is to die
And is not the way to go
It is far better to live with the limits
Than to die in the unlimited prison
Of knowing one could have loved deeply
But did not.
Inner Whispers
Lovers, in their tender hours of closeness,
When love is breathed in warm, whispered sweetness,
With smiles resplendent, budding fair as blossoms,
Joy arose immediately, boundless in its measure.
It seemed divine in dreams, and soft to the soul;
Even by day, it trembled the heart at his approach.
She too is inflamed with delight like a fiery, folded scroll –
Their veins aquiver for a graceful morning touch.
It’s hurting how feelings drift, tide-like, in the heart;
How in a glimpse, revulsion pierces the nerves,
Siphoning the joy, till breakups kindled from sharp retorts,
And only silent scars betrays where love once served.
Then quarrels rose, enshrined in those deepening rifts,
Begetting solitude, which afterwards – is unveiled sorrow.
Love’s smiling breath withdrew – like a fleeting wraith –
Dimming the rooms once warm, as light turned hollow.
Some claims, love was set to be purified in contention,
A trial of truth – perhaps, though denied of pure intention.
Yet still, we yearn for love to bloom with a pure reflection,
With steadfast shields against fate’s vicious direction.
Trials if endured, embroiders the heart and grow,
With rooted joy from strife – without courting its woe.
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Your Beauty
Your beauty’s rank a birthright
Each feature among the best
From crown to sole a delight
But a few exceed the rest
Eyes even time enraptures
So ageless within and through
Each gilded iris captures
A pale bloom with verdant hue
As through parted crimson bows
With breath swirling aquiver
Your tongue’s nectar overflows
The banks of passion’s river
Like the din of storms replaced
By two doves softly cooing
Your bosom so soft and chaste
Is shame’s welcome undoing
Your hands gracefully holding
One bejeweled with gleaming light
Such precious dreams unfolding
Their shimmering wings for flight
Surrounded by shapely hips
And with moist walls pulsating
Your fertile lock licks its lips
For the key it’s awaiting
Every piece is perfection
Every last part is divine
Pure seductive confection
Upon which the blessed dine
OH NO! I’m late for school
I’m in trouble now.
I’ve broken the rules.
I sit in my class try to stay awake.
Eyes are heavy, I begin to flake.
The new girl in class she’s staring at me.
I look back at her my heart my heart skips a beat.
I feel the blood drain from my face.
It’s starting to flow to another place.
Mother of god! It’s happening again.
Control of my body i can’t maintain.
I can’t stand up i cannot move.
The pressure is mounting, please make it drop.
Think of foot ball or snooker it just needs to stop.
I hate my teenage life, being a teenage boy.
Everything is just designed to annoy.
The adults that moan are the Bain of my life.
“If you don’t change you won’t find a wife”.
I want my freedom I want to drink, I want to smoke.
Just chill out with my mates be a regular bloke.
Xbox, Sony or Nintendo Wii.
They’re what I want, they’ll do for me.
I want the pictures.
I want to watch tv.
My Parents embarrass,
They think I’m their slave
But just peace on my own
That’s what I crave.
I lay in my bed I dream of the girl
A hypnotic effect she makes my head whirl
I think I love her, but that is my secret
I can’t tell a soul, this does remain sacred.
I think of her, and I go all aquiver
I go weak at the knees and I start to shiver.
I’ll ask her tomorrow I’ll make the leap
But for now I’ve had a hard day.
I’m going to sleep.
Long ago when grandaddy lived
Upon a tenant farm
Their closest neighbor lived a mile
Distance held its warm charm
After settling spell, work began
Each day held many chores
For children, teens, and their mom, dad
Many of them outdoors
One day nearest neighbor came by
He'd heard family arrived
Now lived in Madden old farm house
The farm they would revive
This neighbor's visits were frequent
He came tools to borrow
First one tool then another mooched
Not return tomorrow
Each time grandaddy would send son
Country mile to collect
Tools neighbor took didn't return
Return grans did expect
Once neighbor came to borrow saw
Of course didn't return
In few days grandad needed it
Ask sons in voice stern,
"Where is the saw?" Sons gave reply,
"Nearest neighbor borrowed."
Grandaddy said, "Sons do your chores".
Sad pill grandad swallowed
As he walked shorter wooded path
To the neighbor's homeplace
He did get angerier each step
Anger seemed to set pace
When he got there he asked neighbor,
"Why don't you bring tools back?".
Moocher answered, "Its too far to walk
A mile there to giveback".
Well if one thought grandaddy angry
On the far way over
One ought to have seen his high steps
When he came back aquiver
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Contest:Funny Poem
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Autumn leaves are turning yellow
Whirling, twirling, fluttering down.
Little squirrel, tail aquiver
Searches on the frosty ground.
In the sky the birds are calling
Flying south to find the sun,
In the earth the seeds are buried
Sleeping ‘til the winter’s done.
No one ever had a more devoted super patron.
He marveled at every painting and poem I thought up.
He cheered at each of my gaudy crazy color choices,
He toasted all my thoughts with a golden glass tribute cup.
He wanted to buy all, the first time I had a white arts and crafts carnival tent.
I was against this of course, wanting a chance to sell to others, to share my soul.
This life is not yours, he said, you are more sensitive, artistic, heaven-sent.
But I wanted to sell to excited children, and their mothers, that was my goal.
My marvelous patron talked me into selling online, and that worked out for a bit.
I was gleeful and happy and awhirl with joy with each sale, so tried and true.
But when I went to visit him, and saw each painting in his home, I threw a hissy fit.
I wanted to sell to others, I said, I didn’t want all of them to be sold to you.
Now when I sell a painting or a poem, I run home all aquiver, excitedly glad.
Sales always chase away any insane feelings of disappointment or unexpected gloom.
I have a patron who believes in me, a man who is honest, and never a cad.
Best of all, to deliver it, all I have to do is walk to my own living room.
Dreams Distant
by Odin Roark
The child slumbers as well
Eyelids aquiver
Like his father’s
Synchronicity remaining awake
Such innocence
Carries wariness as well
Kicking away covers
Giving escape to the spirit
Often held captive
By parental clinging
How difficult for some
This acceptance of a person’s selfness
Challenging such identity
As if it were not progeny’s to possess
Exclusively
Not unlike love
Such emotive singularity
This unique cosmic enigma
Knows well it must first unto itself be true
Belonging to no one
But itself
In the power of its will
Torturous sleep sometimes
Renders today’s yesterday and tomorrow
Seemingly averse to moving on
In truth
Closed eyelids shelter destiny’s assimilation
And professed separate souls remaining silent
Dream of one another through the distance
Continuing their smile of oneness without end