Best Ardency Poems
What seems now old
Used to be utterly new
What was previously told
We cease to over chew
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All that is old hold a treasure
If only we all knew
Just weigh and measure
Under the veil a unique hue
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Out of memories we grow
Been taught lessons to the bone
We do reap all that we sow
And for wrongdoing we atone
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Pleasure and pain what we gain
In a life not taken for granted
Who can stop time or rinse rain
Or suppress anger that should be vented
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Life will continue to hurt and heal
Vomit its villains to mould the meek
Send its saints to instill ardency and zeal
Never always the ones at the wheel
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Deeply inside my prayers I recite
To always endurance and faith embrace
Be human of worth, decent and upright
And paths that stain never retrace
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A great depth of gratitude to God we owe
For both strength and forbearance
For age that vigorously flow
And for the gift of Love in abundance
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An abiding passion for her Majesty the word
Delving into my smile and feel would draw
The music of heart in verse softly whirred
My poetic human soul imbued with awe.
Let me pen "verses in the ash" for you
With the embers of our passion fire
Take me to "where orchids dream..."
To where clouds wear a rainbow halo
To where the Zephyr kisses the cherry blossoms
To where fairies drink honeysuckle dew
To where weeping willows laugh
To where your love finds me lost
"Trapped in your pulse", let me tap
to a slow salsa,
rhythmic and romantic just for you
"I am the asylum of your ache"
I hold you captive with my charisma
You are the shimmer of my sunlit soul
You are Aurora's aura
in my kaleidoscopic world
With crab-like tendons
you crocheted your way into my heart
You are the song of the cuckoo afar
Who brings good news through her music
I am the bright butterfly of your benevolence
The humble hummingbird sipping our love nectar
The Angelfish gliding in your ardency
You are my magnificent Muse, moving me
with your metaphors and majesty
I am the ruby ring on your finger
Reminding you of our precious promises
~ Let our love rise immortal as Phoenix
from these "verses in the ash" ~
desire
fond, urgent
yearning, pining, craving
a hunger for love
need
need
hopeful, expectant
hankering, wishing, wanting
longing for passion’s ardency
desire
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Tossing and turning after a heavy economic loss
The shock shattered my peace of nights
Hugging my pillow tight with unshed tears
The sorrowful thoughts trudged haltingly
To my grandma's antique sewing machine
Lying impassively in the cluttered store
Guilt shook me out of my sluggish memories
Over the dormant treasure dearly ignore
Up and about I barged into the basement
I carried it upstairs carefully with loaded adulation
Dusted and oiled my reborn ardency
Connoisseured my eyes with twinkling love
The art of neatly stitching hearts was taught
By granny silently as she held onto its handle
While the machine's needle and shuttle
Would treadle my ripped and torn today
Retrospecting over the many inheritances
Of love she left her favoured grandchild
A few stressed lines ironed out my brow
The silver forks to hold on to love
And the knives to cut out the wasted crusts
Her crocheted scarf for my winter warmth
When she saw her child had no such style
Amongst her voguish teenaged peers
A gold viking insignia with my initials embossed
Was loosely chained around my neck emblematising
Her overwhelming love must have oozed profusely
When she rocked me in her tender arms
Gazing fondly at the next in line to her posterity
Her marriage ring she gave on my wedding
Which the thieves much mistook for their right
Emptying stores of my sentimental potpourri
The wealth was stolen with rancour
But not my granny's fondness that was
Reigning still in the depth of my heart
I continue living with my antiques of love
The gold viking pendent had inadvertently
Slipped from the chain to a safer corner
The silvern cutlery smiles at the table
Smirking at the ignorant fools
For undervaluing their worth
The handle of the sewing machine
Moves at my command silently stitching
Nostalgic memories with empyreal pride
October 26, 2016
For Broken Wings
Old Jewellery or Just Old Things
I seek a place that leaves no trace
Of venomous blood and tainted heart
I seek a place that holds only grace
Of righteous hearts and caring thoughts
I seek a place that broods not on hate
But of a tranquilized soul and an intellectual eye
I seek a place that is haven to a guilt-filled heart
Let it not, Oh! Wretched Passionate heart!!
Let me not succumb to such ardency
Let me not, dear god! Yield in to such tyranny
To extract such murky ardor is all I ask
I dine with seething lassitude brought forth by such a task
Dear nature where has it gone, my obliged gratitude
From you, I have averted a heart
That comes to you now seeking! Asking! Groveling! For pardon
Almighty nature, which once has soothed a brute within me
Please! Dear god! I beg thee do not forsake
I come to you humbly meekly seeking an unfeasible amnesty
For I drown in to the abyss of thirst of farfetched enlightenment
And only now I know“how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how
much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who
aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.”
*Inspired by Frankenstein’s tormented conscious *
~M.M.M
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I am the soul of all the Grecian Gods you have revered and penned
I know no matter what happens to you, you will come back to us in all ardency
The gods always test their worshippers, you know that, don't you?
You have made your home the temple of Jupiter. Very appreciative!
Now, move out of your blessed walls for a sterling holiday to Mount Olympus
You can't import an ancient religion into a completely different environment!
The whole point of it is that you keep your gods sweet and generous
- you scratch our backs, we will scratch yours to your hearts content!
High time you realised we establish a quid pro quo relationship
You have dared to make us only simple offerings of flowers, candles, incense sticks
Do you think titanic strengths can survive on such fancy stuff?
We the Greek Gods have a solemn protocol to suit our palates
You who have only slaughtered vegetables on your chopping board
Will watch and learn ritual sacrifice at the altar outside the temple
And then with your magic fingers in a jiffy overload our feasting tables
With an assorted array of the worlds best meaty cuisine and wine!
How could you just foolishly forget our hard taught lesson-
The way into hearts of the gods is through their stomachs?
The gods betray their anger that you have never ever attended their Summer Solstice
We the Greek Gods love romance, music, dance, sweet whispers on moonlit nights
Have you ever taken our breath away with a mesmerising song and sensual dance?
Come and beguile us in your skimpily robed flowers at Mount Olympus festival
Age is no barrier if you oblige to dance on a moonlit night,
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October28, 2015
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The woodland's sights and scents add a piquancy to the affair
By the moonlight's inky, starry gaze, so fleeting to retain
To dawn's fragile light shadows benignly filtering through
The damp, earthy undergrowth a mossy bed convenient
An ample, rough bark, redwood tree and gnarled, dry spreading roots.
A humble haven for primal, abandoned, wanton display
The foliage green canopy conceals a multitude of sins
Anton, my lover, you are the saviour of my heart and soul
Truly I love to breathe your masculine scent and hair
Struggling to restrain my appetites when you are nearby
Alone I desperately yearn for you, it's my private fear
But today I am ecstatic , for you have proposed to me
To imagine having you all to myself in body and soul.
Anton, I shall prove my love for you is of the constant kind
All those sacrifices we have made could surely only bind
Let the headiness I feel pirouette me into your arms
To feel your consuming ardency continue on and on
I love our bit of heaven we experience when alone
Continually let us revive that special passionate spark
Passions do fade allocated to dusty memory banks
But my love so rejuvenates me as we meet every day
My dear Anton I am afraid to live this life without you
I want you to reiterate that you feel the same for me
Totally enveloped in your entire world implicitly
Once an old fortune teller asked me to cross her hand with gold
As she had a precious gem of knowledge to impart to me
Her vivid, streaked, carmine red mouth grinned amiably
As she tightly held my hand and peered at my outstretched palm
Perusing it lengthily said advantages there would be
"Look into my eyes, oh yes I see a grand passion madam"
Seeing my doubtful gaze, she said "it is all here in your hand"
"You must tell me when shall it be" I vocally did demand
"Patience, soon, very soon, the man is quite a suitable match"
Excitedly I jumped for joy "in life you mean", I questioned
"No, never that, it shows an equally passionate pair".
Within this realm I can converse
Palaver, prattle or parley
So many words from which to choose
A choice to winnow, will and weigh
With words I can tell a story
Anecdote, fable or novel
Or just convey some useless facts
Unmistakable, data, gospel
They can tell you what I’m feeling
Sensations, semblance, perception
Even describe the way I look
Visualize, perceive, envision
Words can induce feelings of love
Affection, fervor, ardency
And all to often inflict pain
Suffering, anguish, misery
Sometimes words are thought provoking
Impelling, cogent, alluring
While others can keep you guessing
Uncertain, assume, surmising
With words there are no boundaries
Barriers, brims, extremities
So free your imagination
Invention, idea, artistry
Tears of ardency, fell from my eyes..
Seated in heavely places is where I'll
abide..
"Welcome home, my precious child."
He gently whispers with a radiant smile.
I drop to my knees and bow my head..
Hanging and holding onto every word he
had said.
He lifted me up and wiped away my tears..
"You are home now, my child, no need to
fear."
She is ‘life’ in the strength, as of Earth,
She is ‘pulsation of ardency’, a woman of worth,
She is ‘harmony’, as of the timeless spheres,
She is ‘stories of deliverance’ from pain and fears,
Through waves and seas of uncertainties,
She is ‘nurture’ amidst adversaries,
She is ‘battle’ in her wars with chaos,
She is ‘warrior queen’, majestic in her ethos,
She is ‘swag’, she is ‘attitude’, she is ‘fire’,
Yet she is ‘calmness’ and ‘throb of desire’,
She is ‘madness’ in the caprice of wisdom,
A motive, an impulse, a beauty in motion,
She is ‘heart’, she is ‘warmth’, she is ‘hearth’,
She is ‘vow of oath’ that only death can part,
Yet, she is ‘symphony’ of eternal love songs,
She is ‘force’ and ‘vigour’ in souls she belongs,
A thousand lifetimes would echo still,
She is ‘woman-beautiful’ driven by will.
Ardency is the drive of life,
Beings journey in it vehicle.
For the rumination of thoughts,
The hunger race is infinite.
Ideas conceived are perceived,
Concepts are boundless,
Notions are yet born,
That man's itch is immeasurable.
Insatiablilty pervades the air,
Taste rises,
Hunger inflicts - and,
Cravings to be served is intense.
Man shouldn't be by bread alone.
Today thinks not,
For all seek to yield - to,
Their endless tort yens.
At eventide light slowly fades
A curtain of darkness descends
Pensively I reflect on our enduring ardency
Wonderstruck still at the miracle of reuniting
A veritable lifetime thereafter
That fleeting relation in our minority
Enamoured by your gentle comportment
Exuding puissance and love eternal
Virtues countless as the stars aloft
Omnipresent tenderness from your supple lips
My love for you forever bounteous
The universe has bestowed your being upon me
So together we may flourish as one
My gratitude shan’t ever diminish
i have this really bad habit.
i’m kind of like a crazed rabbit,
hopping between passions
and desperately seeking ardency.
i have this really bad habit.
i hold myself back,
fear letting myself be seen
because i’ll never be able to heal
from the inevitable sting
that comes from being kicked in the teeth
from reality.
i have this really bad habit.
when i reach out,
heart blinded by wide-eyed sincerity
and hands open to receive any grief,
i’m met with a
‘no, thank you’
‘i can’t ruin you’
‘this will break you’
‘you couldn’t possibly understand’
I had these really bad habits.
But, I think, I finally understand.
I may carry my heart on my sleeve,
Pursue big dreams that may seem too demanding,
Lead with little experience,
But I am doing everything to stay true to me.
A version of me that you may not appreciate
But that’s okay,
Because this is for myself.
@authorkaylynn
The silver moon rises full
in a benevolent glow...like a lamp
hanging from a ceiling of stars
and lights the stairs through a window
as we ascend to another world
filled with candles and fresh-cut roses
awaiting our entrance to this romantic realm
where we'll light each candle
so our hearts can see the intimacy of stillness
in our eyes
You slowly cross the room
and I bow to the fluid movement
of each curve of your body
your hands moving as if spinning a lover's web
my breath is captured, my eyes are captured
by a symphony of motion
tethered without fear to candlelight shades
that becomes a silhouette on the wall
in a timeless serenade of ardency
found in our moment of truth
where love abides by the shared silence
of devoted affection and dreamy misty eyes
draped in a scented balm of roses
that look deep into the soulful eyes of a lover
seeking the river of sighs
that flows under the bridge of trembling hearts
nourished by the emotional streams of love's existence
She who has imbibed of life’s gaiety
I could request nothing more of
Her fervent ardency has rooted deeply
Ever burgeoning upon the pedestal of spirit
Her love my burning constancy
Eons of our lives pass she now wanes away
Each memory a pebble pulled out in tidewaters
Misty whispers dissipate far from my ears
I quail away in misery hiding on dusty shelves
Sealed in the bottle of her words
Avariciously arresting at echoing feelings
She moves away as of ripples on a glassy tarn
Knowing I shall find her as I descend the depths
Deeper in the blackness of spent lifeless years
My future drowning in my past
Covered in filths mantle I carry my someday
Despite the febrile appetite of lovelorn carrions
Aspiring to talon off my resolve devouring my flesh
Strewn with my bones the pathway impedes me
Washing my days with numbed anxiety
Cannot hope prolong strength for the road before me
A taste of maybe satiates my thirst for the moment
I trod on blindly with instincts weighted burden
Fulfilling my promise to adore her until end of all things
Her love my burning constancy