Best Bedchamber Poems
Lady fair...my fairmaiden
I picture you in your bedchamber
facing your vanity contemplating
the sad beauty,of raven locks
glinting emerald eyes,which cry
only within',as no tears are
to be seen on your self reflection
The knowing of your one true love
....uncertainty is his return
as you slowly brush out ebony curls
trying to smile in anticipation
thoughts as a deep well overflow
and flood your emotion filled heart
Fingers wrapped in spiraling forms
you begin to tug in pouty frustration
longing to be touched,to be desired
as your wanting fantasy screams
within' the confines of your mind
within' the self being reflected back
....only seen by you,only known to you
If only I could,my mind transcend
defy the universal law,and
rip apart the fabric of space
which veils as a seperator
disallowing a moments grace filled
wonder of your loving touch
to soothe eachothers burning will
but...alas,my lady fair
fore we must wait
time takes care of eveything
in due time......
She reunited with her lover
He has been away from home
For millennia
She waited alone
In the isolated cold and space
But she did not want the children
To think about their father
She as both mother and father
The duties and responsibilities
Were left to her
How could she denied them
Angelic faces that recalled
Her lover and husband
She went to her empty bedchamber
Every night with thoughts of him
On darken nights
None to warm her
She had her suitors
Men both great and small
Passerby and casuals
They would hang their members
On the walls of her home
Like Winter Solstice stockings
She would cut them down
One by one
Hurt by their pride
But nonetheless for the wear
More than 26,000 years
Preceded her longing
For her lover
Her patience greater than Job
Her steadfastness out last the face of the Sphinx
But on the fifteen day of December
Her lover returned back home
From a dangerous odyssey
Through comets
Quasars and black holes
And light years of distant
Galaxies
She had listened to more than a 1,000 tales
End of time stories that heralded his coming
But when she saw his divine countenance
She laughed uncontrollably
He was really home this time and
For good
She rushed into his arms
Then gently caressed his face
And kissed his tendered but broken lips
Followed by their children
Who embraced him around his legs
Venus Mars and Mercury
Raised their light quotients
In accordion
As the children lay in bed
Sleeping with crescent moon shaped
Smiles
She entered their bedchamber
With him by her side
She was now with her lover
Her lover was now with her
She was now the moon
Her lover was now the sun
And with this great solar return
She fertilized the sun
The earth and the moon
And with this great celebration story
She brought life forth to
Saturn
Jupiter
Uranus and Pluto
And the nearby Pleiades constellation
And with this galactic marriage
And sacred union
There was love and joy
And with this Hieros Gamos
And the triangulation
Of the Milky Way’s core
There was love and joy
The seeding and initiation
Of a new and great beginning
An event horizon
Let us begin
Sisters (Cassandra and Jane)
Cassandra and her Jenny
could not dwell long apart,
they shared the same bedchamber
and beating of one heart.
When parted they wrote letters
where sibling love would shine.
In every sentence written,
sweet laughter flowed like wine.
Cassandra's love for Jenny
was in the end employed,
for fondness of her sister
those letters were destroyed.
No picking over missives
the author left behind.
No setting on that pathway
to search into her mind.
Cassandra loved her Jenny,
loved her true and long,
continued still to love her
when life itself was gone.
She was a pallor woman, says the mirror on the
Wall above her bureau: A tranquil woman too,
Says her diary which lay near her bed on the
Floor; and a deathless woman, says the crimson
Stain upon her blouse that lay draped over a
Chair in the corner of the room; but not one
For sunlight, say the black velvet cloak that
Lay neatly on her bed.
She lived alone, says the empty room next to
Hers; She was barren, says the long black
Dress that was worn; money was not a problem,
Says the antique furniture around the room; and
Her heart cold, says the silence that floats
Forever throughout the dusty bedchamber.
Something went wrong, says the lingering scent
Of death in the room. The faded painting -of
Darkness on a cold winter night- on her
Wall, say her life was an immoral one; untouched
Morsels left on delicate china that sits on the
End table, says she never felt hunger. And her
Victims? Never to be found or seen again-their
Bodies left lifeless on some unknown terrain.
Something went wrong, they say.
This is a dark poem in the form of "Abandoned Farmhouse" by Ted Kooser
She sits alone within the hall
Close to the fire keeping her warm
Silken dress worn threadbare
Watching fire sprites dance and flare.
Dreaming of someone in her heart
Lonlieness pierces like a dart
Within candle light glow
Her tears not to show.
From her bedchamber she creeps
Hoping not to fall on worn steps
There at her door he stood
A knight come calling carrying mead.
He came from lands wet and bleak
Where North Wind looks to seek
Cracks and gaps in castle wall
Come to find her at Haddon Hall.
Her fame was spread throughout the land
And he saddled his horse and stravaiged far
Till at last on this dark,cold night
He found his way to Haddon Hall.
They talked and chatted long into the night
Till dawn came through clear and bright
Her head it jerked and she awoke
Sitting by the fire in Haddon Hall.
© andrew provan mcintyre 21/5/2015.
Mother's love grew into a sour myth.
I spewed out her milk
into the stygian sea
that brought the merchants
whose merchandise were deep, immortal musings
on a new-found love.
Solitude was there
filled with eros that left
every monk defiled.
Unclad she was and full-breasted.
She had a flair for the seductress art that charmed kings to her bedchamber.
Her incense touched the frail spot
of the strong-willed.
Solitude laid bare like Jezebel
Strumming the strings of David's harp.
Whoever fell to her enchantment
never departed less a god.
Saints that fell
found themselves on thrones
at the right hand of God.
How I longed for a kiss
the daughters could not give.
A secret romance
to catch heaven
as a voyeur peeping through the clouds.
In the darkness,
The sun was ripest
luring the feet of this child
straying away from home.
Shore after shore
No compass nor rudder.
Tempest after tempest
I jettisoned all my desires.
Lightless lighthouse
No anchor nor mast
Just wind enough
In the mast of my bleary lonely soul.
I held my life with tired fingers
unwittingly beholding it like
a jigsaw puzzle.
Dark riddles haunted me
like newspapers to a failed government.
But she was worth the several
unholy reasons to leave home.
To die unashamedly for.
She would kiss not the rich in company
Nor sit with the princes dinning on dainty meat.
Solitude kisses only the lonely
Who finds the path away from life's noisy streets.
Nightshade seduction
arouse androidal desires
to taste the dangerous pleasure pill
that only humans are allowed to feel
Love poisons the non-emotional circuitry;
flip the kill switch ... flood the doppelganger dead wife body
with corrupting, electrical ecstasy
Suicidal sirens are vibrational moaning ...
trailing off in the aural distance
Is it sultry bedchamber music that you hear,
or the sound of your laboratory heart stopping
Your mind has been poisoned by temptation
From the neck up, you’re paralyzed,
from the belly down,
your alternate mind is so
neural sensitive alive
Slow-acting,
an arrested fatal development
Fast merging,
metabolically bound by the passion
As long as the night flames climb,
kryptonite won’t bring down Superwoman
But as sure as the sun will rise,
the silicon fire of exotic desire will smouldering die
And the lowering temperature heat
from a sleep mode double body embrace,
will let the nano-poison be released
Flowing free into a cloned heart
that would never see the morning
There was poison in the passion
in the year 2128 ...
Inter-organic relations are taboo,
a human could die
for tasting the strange passion fruit too
Cloned and true-womb born don’t integrate,
it is a gen-tech crime to even date
In the year 2128,
the poison in the passion
administered a dual termination fate
This poem was inspired by the collaboration work
of Ivory Jones and James Swartz, from their
beautiful poem, "Template to Save the Soul."
I thank this talented poetess and poet from
the inky depths of my poor muse soul.
— Romantic Warrior
This is my English translation of "L'Invitation au voyage" ("Invitation to the Voyage") by the French poet Charles Baudelaire. It's a poem he wrote for his soulmate...
Invitation to the Voyage
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
My child, my sister,
Consider the rapture
Of living together!
To love at our leisure
Till the end of all pleasure,
Then in climes so alike you, to die!
The misty sunlight
Of these hazy skies
Charms my spirit:
So mysterious
Your treacherous eyes,
Shining through tears.
There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.
Gleaming furniture
Burnished by the years
Would decorate our bedroom
Where the rarest flowers
Mingle their fragrances
With vague scents of amber.
The sumptuous ceilings,
The limpid mirrors,
The Oriental ornaments …
Everything would speak
To our secretive souls
In their own indigenous language.
There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.
See, rocking on these channels:
The sleepy vessels
Whose vagabond dream
Is to satisfy
Your merest desire.
They come from the ends of the world:
These radiant suns
Illuminating fields,
Canals, the entire city,
In hyacinth and gold.
The world falls asleep
In their warming light.
There, order and restraint redress
Opulence, voluptuousness.
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Dragon slain, all set aright
Maiden held in arms so tight
His blue eyes saw future bright
They reached the castle by night
Bathed and dressed in virgin white
To bedchamber she did alight
He was moved and moaned outright
Suppressed passion did ignite
He forgot what to recite
Every word had taken flight
How she glowed in candle light
He tried to temper his might
With each caress ever slight
He raised her to wondrous height
The night shimmered with delight
Heaven burst upon her sight
How her body did excite
He loved her through day and night
Hopes and dreams she did incite
T’was she who had saved the knight
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Our long time catered chef...
prepared a meal fit for (psst... me) a king
Actually professional cook
(trained since infancy)
long a staple of our family
since... oh way before
my bubba's zayda's time
naturally became (according
to rules of primogeniture)
the feudal rule by
which whole real estate
of intestate passed
to eldest son, i.e. yours truly
automatically included:
aide de camp, chambermaid,
essential frisson gourmet hotelier,
lion tamer, jack of all trades.
Thus surprise meal of
mid/late afternoon May 17th, 2080
constituted: gluten free pasta
(celiac raged rampant
one generation to the next),
vegan cheese, V8 juice,
diced onions and garlic,
and steeped with special
ingredient – namely tlc,
not available anywhere
but, just enough
tender loving care to buzzfeed
the whole mishpacha,
which gathered from far and wide
every Sunday afternoon
since Moses parted the Red Sea.
How glorious to feast upon:
delicious smelling than tasting,
humongous apportioned
splendiferous concoction
conglomeration ofttimes referred
to as popslop,
which general household name
lacks culinary delicacy,
and honorary specificity.
The meal made manifold more appreciative
after a hard day's night sleeping
within an ornate bedchamber
comprising our lofty abode
upon groggily awakening each morning,
I betook sweeping view
out uppermost bay window
pleasant view of Schwenksville proper,
(which I accomplished
with flying colors
eight days a week)
experiencing vibrant dreams constituting
living social the life of Riley.
After adequately supping on repast
which if any leftovers got repurposed
for next sumptuous meal,
either one prepared later that same day,
or come the morrow promised taste buds
to experience out of this (Martian) world
another savory experience fit for none other
than king of schnorrers!
Contrary to popular belief
hen pecking mother goose,
nor her ilk of coterie of four
and twenty blackbirds
purportedly baked in a pie
completely groundless supposition
crust a stale rumor
circulating courtesy deluxe
twenty first century technological
and ecological (of course)
invidious rumor mill.
It will rain today and NEPA will seize the light
The firmament is dark, the cloud is enormous
The singing birds have fled
Everyone to its home
It will rain today, I’m worried
I have neither roof enough for storage
Nor grow fins to swim
My Bedchamber a harbour
for the looming flood
It will rain and flood everywhere
Motors will be trapped in the traffic,
Passengers will trek miles in group
And pedestrians will muddle the streets
It will rain today and farm road slippery
I will be drenched by the spit of the over drunk bushes,
Work in cassava plantation boring,
And father wont take no for answer
It will rain today and plants would rejoice
Happy plants will feed and feed mankind
Animals will eat and give us living
For it rains to bless mankind
It will rain; it will rain
The horrifying black sky scares me
A fair blue sky turns suddenly foul!
A calm refreshing breeze turns swiftly wild!
It will rain; look up the scaring skies
I wish you're the obedient Noah
Under the heavy cloud of the great flood
Who heeded the warning of the looming danger.
Designing a building a home
Is the art of making love
Construct the kitchen first
Quenching hunger and thirst
For better listening and speaking
More intimately of the day
Giving undivided attention
Create your place a cozy den
The room to lounge and live in
A haven from worldly affairs
Snuggling close and comforting
Minds, hearts and bodies
Refreshened, preen to groom
Develop a spacious bathroom
Erect four walls, a roof
Last room, make for the bedchamber
And all night it's so right
Because all day is foreplay
With everything you do and say
Upon the concrete foundation of marriage
Signature in Blue
offended by midnight hue
Come calling calling swiftly near
only a true love left alone to hear
A fainter smell left hanging on
Chartruce vermillion clinging 'til dawn
A bedchamber slightly abused
denotes a love that went out refused
Twilight bells ringing still
a heart bottomed-out cannot refill
I heard this amid the crowd
of stars dying down and crying loud
The message printed out in bold
a story never heard but always told
made love to an ocean blue
thinking the cold expanse had been you
To memory to darkness to death
a love faded out without sigh or breath
To all the dreams laid to waste in time
a simple story laid down in rhyme
Sanctum
Within the soul
Bedchamber once hidden
Curtain torn from top to bottom
Heaven
Date: 02/02/2024
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