Best Authoress Poems
I lift you up, delicately
like a bouquet of flames in pink patient fever,
romantically, I rove your surface with fingertips that tingle,
the texture of your treated cover tempts an impatient lover,
I read your Title, Her World, Her War
subtitle, Surviving Sorrow & Love,
your emblem, embossed in opal
a quill spun across a heart spelling your soul,
I spread you open with both hands
my grip holding the breadth of your body
a scent of sensuous ink unfurles into my inquisitive senses
raising you into my fascinated face
smelling the cleavage of your binding
sailing my lips down the center of your special secret
having your silky ribbons root around my fingers,
breathing, in warm curiosity on your exotic fibers,
Loving me as I hold you in wonder,
as I finger your pages with fawning pursuit of pleasure,
speedily you whisper my name with no refrain
as my moist voice recites
your poetry of paradise and pressure points,
I venture deeper into your voluptuous volume
feeling sensations of starlight I do consume,
in your tome of thick passion I find a home,
I like to read you in the suspense of night
searching your love lines, tasting your grape vines,
touching your emotions, embracing your sweet seductions,
you get into my nerves like electric sugar
illuminated by your poems of ardor and prose of candor,
intrigued by the penmanship of a Princess, curvaceous and calculating,
I turn to the Introduction, to see a photo of the great Authoress
a face pretty in courage, a smile of beautiful strategy
your body of work legendary,
I kiss you because I must -
J.A.B.
"Time Heals All Wounds"
Time Heals All Wounds - An English Proverb
Created in Published Books for Adult & Children Versions
by M.M. Master Poly Crown. Authoress
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love invades enchantingly to capture a heart's emotion
revealing passionate masquerade in treacherous disguise
a treasure chest of broken dreams now cast into deep ocean
soon sensitive feelings shrivel into wallowing ash surprise.
scars carved within a trusting soul escapes to shedding tears
a sheep in wolf's clothing left signature of indelible mark
haunting memories abide as romantic whims submit to fears
flying beyond golden Moon to extinguish lovers spark.
an ancient adage of English Proverb soothes a fading dream
for Time Heals All Wounds eventually as Life evolves
yet hurt and pain insist to linger clouding future schemes
forgive the one who wronged you for love believes absolve.
*For Frank Herrera's Notable Quotations Contest.
Our ancestors roamed ‘cross the seas
way long before my time
and conquered lands so strange to us,
but ever so divine.
But since they crossed that salty pond
they’ve changed you must agree,
no man from here… the ‘motherland’
would waste our precious tea.
So now a ‘Great Divide’ appears
on both sides of the brine,
though all of us in our own way
are doing really fine.
I think that some must see us here
as ‘Lords and Ladies’ bold
or peasants wearing our flat caps
just doing as we’re told.
There’s them that feel an Englishman
must keep ‘stiff upper lip’
and never utter words that try
to make a funny quip.
I hadn’t really noticed this
‘til just the other day.
when passing comments on some rhyme
I tried to have my say.
I thought, alas, the authoress
would understand my lines
but she was very hurt by them
and said I was unkind.
But it’s a compliment to find
I’ve savoured all your rhyme,
took it to heart and then replied
though joking at the time.
I never would upset a friend
or so I thought ‘til then,
for poetry floods through ‘my’ veins
and ends up on my pen.
May I explain the humour here
is really from my heart,
the ‘words’ you see are just for fun,
it’s feelings I impart.
Oh tell me why I’m misconstrued,
I’ll hang my head in shame
if ever through my poetry
I hurt a friend again.
Shall I give up and go away,
have I just said enough.
No my friends, I’ve weathered well
I’m made of stronger stuff.
But please excuse my ramblings,
it’s what I feel inside
but if you do not get my joke
just blame ‘The Great Divide’
Ivor G Davies
"The Authoress – The Author"
She parked Silver Lady
by The Road's side,
placed the keys in Her pocket
Her hands were warm
Her eyes were cold
She smiled a tight smile
You know, full of passion, full of ire -
Her heart was an inferno,
inside her was a Wicker Man
Her heart was burning up, on fire
Ferociously She slammed the car door
and walked into the Woods
She didn’t look back
The Autumn breeze had risen
Winter was stalking Her
A Black Crow and Peregrine followed
She was on a mission
Somewhere in the distance
the sound of a laughing
fat-bellied storm approaching
it’s thunder clapping
A Snowy Owl, far from home,
watching on with wisdom
silent at ground level, decided to
spread wide it’s speckled wings
to sit in the higher branches safe from
danger and wilder things
Perched safely looking for some Sun
Snowy Owl understood
this was not a walk to
Freedom
Some say the Woods are haunted
Dimensions of past lives
Open Portals,
where misplaced in time,
Lost Lovers meet,
Never again to be seen
In this World,
what is to be seen is
The Unseen
Somewhere, in time,
where story left poetic rhyme
The Author walked into the Woods
The Author didn’t look back
Somewhere, misplaced
Lost in time
where story left poetic rhyme
Two stories meet
Unseen
(Ladylabyrinth/2019)
gvlm
“Lover, hunter, friend and enemy
You will always be every one of these
Nothing's fair in love and war
In life, in love, this time I can't afford to lose
For one, for all, I'll do what I have to do
You can't understand, it's all part of the plan
Broken pieces of the night
Sing like hollow lullabies
You and I, always in disguises “
"Gold in your eyes dancing like fire
Dreamer trapped by your desire"
Moon, Light That Celestial Path
Moon, cast me into thy light
this is a brightly loving night
Disturb not moon's sweetly glow
spirits, earth to heaven go
Another realm beckons my soul
called from a heavenly scroll
Earth's lights will very soon dim
my spirit races on to meet him
Moon, gifter of passion's hope
no longer in darkness I grope
A brilliance now lights my way
gives promises of eternal day
Night darkness hides no more
light beckons from eternity's door!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-23-2014
note , This poem is dedicated to the poet
and authoress of today's Poem of the Day and
her poem titled:
Ballad of Mistress Moon, by
Eileen Manassian , which has been wisely chosen
to be Poem of the Day..
An inspiration both in her writes, her charming
ways and her great spirit!
"Ink-Spatters"
By Rachel Heffington
I'm a poetess, an authoress, a gal of story-tell
And I haven't all the fashion of a perfect Southern Belle
And I mayn't be the prettiest or smartest in the land
But I've got a world inside a world inside of my right hand.
Oh I've only got to grasp a pen and all my dreams spill out
Like a tea-pot with an inky-rinky-dinky sort of spout.
I have children by the droves and a husband with a nib
And my baby wears an inky-spotted, blotting-sanded bib.
I am Queen and I am regent, I am rogue and I am cad
And these tumble out my finger-tips onto a paper pad.
Yes I wield enormous power over characters and plot
And my duties: they are many, and my worries: they're a lot.
But I wouldn't change a bit of it--no, not a single line
For I think that being Authoress is really rather fine.
So I'll keep my ink and paper and my ratchy-scratchy pen
And I'll scribble out my stories till I come upon The End.
I hear the drums of my heart, loudly singing for my dreams to execute. I remember when I was little; ‘the greatest writer’ was my cadence. No, I haven’t forgotten my rhymes; I have just turned them to beatitudes. ‘Whoever is a hard worker will be the greatest writer’ am the commander of my dreams stomping heavily to lettering. Am by shank's pony a thousand speed per mile chucking in and out of the road. I remember when I once hurted my brain and lost my sanity; ohh I remember; How can forget? Everything was ambiguous with no future to reach the bastion. Although never recovered my lost wrecked pieces, but still hold to the stick of one day reuniting with my fellows. Life is a thrash about that I can attest. Sometime pinned to a cold yet rained on the slippery road. You might have sighted the grey clouds, started a marathon but you still lost the chase, at times you never saw it coming, you’re chicken poured with nobody to umbrella you. Life is like that, at times you lose, at times you break the record. Life is what you make it. Everybody tears down at times, but it’s how you feed the fears that counts. In most of the frozen falls you will stand alone, in the summer a thousand flies will flock your way. Life is all lessons don’t worry about the seasonal labels. Someday I will be at the peak with many beaks screeching my forename. Maybe am still the uncrown queen but someday princess of the playwright will be my designate. I can bet my blueprint will never say goodbye as it always lighting as the day, a souvenir that can’t go away. Now still a shadow searching for my right frame, neither a sinner to contain dozens of all this hope. Before a thousand crescents change their fate, I can bet I would have already revolutionized my state, that’s the least just wait and spot ‘the supreme authoress of the planet’ fitting my cranium.