Best Commingled Poems
Evolution Of Our Dream ~ Andaree
On our wedding day, commingled trunks were we;
roots, planted in good soil, held firmly.
Together, neath each sunbeam,
small limbs grew to gleam
with our shared
dream.
Soon limbs flared;
heightened to extreme
spread to show our diverse scene.
Roots fed well each own dream, for you see
on our wedding day, commingled trunks were we.
October 7, 2015
Contest: Andaree - 11 Lines' Contest Info
Sponsor: Joseph May
Syllables: 11, 9, 7, 5, 3, 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11 Rhyme: a-a-b-b-c-b-c-b-b-a-a
First and Last Line Must Be The Same
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Given that God alone is the all there is
and all manifestations are but a dream,
to find out who we are is then not a quiz,
for as we are bathed in light of love’s moonbeam,
from our heart bursts forth, a thunderous bliss fizz,
whence we see this world is not as it does seem.
When our eye is single, we are full of light,
commingled with bliss mists ushering delight.
It is the house of consciousness
channeled from above
It is the home where dreams reside
The cozy place of love
Invisible, intangible
distinct from flesh and bone
commingled with the breath of life
brought forth by God alone
The coverings that we can see
the body, clothes and hair
can misdirect the human eye
from treasures buried there
Ravaged by disease and time
with battle scars to show
The human mind is prone to find
some judgment to bestow
Our love is often limited
to what we see and feel
and carelessly we overlook
what outer shells conceal
The loveliness of human flesh
does not increase one's worth
No man can judge the value
of a single life on earth
To take a closer look in faith
should be our common goal
for deep within each person lies
the beauty of the soul
"Times Square was magnet to rejoicing
hearts, as mine was on that day the victors
came. With roses, red, as were perhaps,
my cheeks, I vowed each bloom for
every home-come valiant there I'd see."
"I see her still despite the sixty years,
a taintless angel clutching there a bunch
of roses, red, as were her lips, a pair of
magnets that had drawn me close and
closer yet, and in a flash, the kiss."
"The kiss, a flash of light, and all from
senses blotted out, save for warm, tender
lips on mine, my body backward bent
in sweet surrender held by arms, the scent
of roses crushed between our breasts."
"Our breasts thus pressed, the roses in
between; how long did we remain thus
still in time? For but a span of breath
commingled, held? A moment's measure
of twined heartbeats kept in trance?"
"In swooning trance, then rudely snapped
out from by surging mass, rejoicing river
crowd, there wrenching him away, and me,
still stunned, forgetting there to hand him
but a single, breast-pressed rose."
"A single rose, if but to press to lips, or
in between the pages of a book held dear,
a keepsake from an angel kissed but with
no name to call in sleep-failed nights,
for failing there to even give my name."
"My name, I wish I had the sense there
but to whisper to his ear then yet so close.
Perhaps, it would have been the key
to worlds away from lonely wards and
wakeful nights with just the sick with me."
"With me is but the memory of lips, their
warmth the years have deftly dimmed;
that kiss, a quick-eyed lens man stilled, now
wrought a lifelike replica of vanished time,
one budding love rose crushed by fickle fate."
Nadal came out on top today,
His eighth time at the French.
He looked relieved and quite composed
While sitting on the bench.
And when that silver trophy
Was placed firmly in his hands,
A roar was heard from all the crowd,
Rejoicing in the stands.
He kissed that bowl and raised it high,
His face lit up and beaming.
I’m sure it felt surreal, a bit
Like he was merely dreaming.
His calm remained until they played
The anthem of his nation.
To Spaniards watching, this was cause
For quite a celebration.
When Rafa heard that music start,
His eyes welled up with tears,
For patriotic feelings flowed
Commingled with the cheers.
A brilliant day of tennis set
One champion apart,
As we bore witness to
That Spanish pride within his heart.
Sweats and Sweets
I’m jogging very quickly in my sweats
To reach my seventh mile without delay
Insatiably my fervor for a treat
I can’t control a taste for something sweet
Although I had no breakfast fare to eat
The sixth mile has me sweating in my sweats
But soon I’ll reach that place with no regrets
My thoughts are of her as we reach the bend
The seventh mile has come and here I am
Our sweat and sweets commingled in the end.
Ralph Sergi Contest June 2, 2015
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Thou magic which my heart conceived
upon thy tender chest,
the beat of heart
thy memory kept
as twinge of pain did start.
Though skies be fair or sunny bright
timeless the memory of your eyes,
melting the fabric of my new found life
as I ponder the pain of yours in the night.
Oh how I wish that I could fill
those dreams you had yourself
don't you know I love you still
too true I always will.
I think of you and bate my breath
thou loving gaze, thy sweet caress.
Though I know, nevertheless
right for me...
you were just a little less
Of all I needed
and that I dreamed
from the first for which I pleaded
yet nothing and everything was as it seemed
Ache I will for roots grown deep
hidden underground
though balanced branches take their reach
'twas under the soil depth was found.
Some deep abiding mystery
mine heart shall not forget
that unforgettable symphony
holding tune the tempo of regret
Just this moment beholding the moon
a sigh passes nary my lips
in hopes my wish could find you soon
the hand of loves timeless click
In my heart still I hold you
where room knows no boundary wall
a promise of forever not untrue
when the memory of your eyes I recall
Even now when joy is full
to the brim and runneth over
what could have been's still have their pull
and tear my heart asunder
Still I wish with all my heart
true love you find again
this time ready to impart
the actions of lesser men
Waste not thy years
with so few left
in sadness or regret,
but take thy tears
commingled here
living for what's coming yet...
For fate has sealed
It's place in time
the season of its days,
For choice of heart and of its ways
are perplexities I can't explain.
Unto infinity you'll hold in part
that chain wound round my heart
a voice and eyes that now must hide
In the pocket full of memories of my life.
Such is the sorrow to know you hurt
and all the damage done
If only this wish at once deferred
and of your heartache be done
Love's Embrace
Pre-dawn light peeks
Softly through windows
Lightening shadows to gray
Leaving silhouettes as eyes
Open in drowsy heaviness
Only to realize you observe
Every detail in the quiet.
A long masculine arm raises
The blanket in silent welcome
As we begin a well-rehearsed
choreography of body meeting body.
Naked breast to chest,
we lie in love's warm embrace.
Dark fingers stroke blonde hair
As feminine fingers trace through
a mat of soft crispness over chest.
Occasional kisses rain down--soft; sweet
As relaxed sighs whisper
through our intimate cocoon of comfort.
Deep contentment spreads
With every swish and beat..
Tha thump- tha thump- tha thump- tha thump
Beneath my ear as our hearts match rhythm.
Two souls intertwined in the joy of being
Commingled bodies
At rest
At peace
As the pre-dawn light peeks softly
Through our bedroom window
Early yesterday morn,
Just before the coming, darkening storm,
While watching its preceding wind rustle the leaves,
I heard a constant whistling rendered through the eaves.
Whilst it’s piping breath filled my mind and ear,
Commingled with a whisper,
Seemingly neither far or near,
My eyes beheld something only described as specter.
Standing just beyond the outer fringes of the moor,
There seemed to be a shadow with a human contour;
Neither swaying with the buffeting gale
Or taking notice to me or the winds rising wail.
For some length, motionless and undisturbed,
I watched and pondered;
Strangely, rebelling against natural instinct, unperturbed:
Not in the least bit floundered.
Early yesterday morn,
Just after the passing, dark storm,
While feeling faith and facing that that I abhor,
Myself ready for the burial of her I adore,
Whispery echoes of “I love you” whimsically soar,
To my ears, from the outer fringes of the moor.
Commingled human sweat permeates the atmosphere.
Grunts and clanging iron greet the ear.
Leotard clad women, without body fat, spring.
Pumped up upper bodies of tattooed men expand.
The smoothie bar dispenses recovery drinks.
Stationary bicycles travel miles, without leaving the room.
Joggers hypnotized by music turn treadmills.
The pulleys of the muscle machines sing.
The locker room calls after a brief and intense workout.
Does the fattest guy in the building have to walk around naked?
The jets in the spa remedy any muscle pain.
Relaxing, I watch an old woman pacing the bottom of the lap pool.
The heated pool is occupied by goggled children,
their swimming lessons taught by a woman in a sensible swimsuit.
They must conquer natural fear of the water,
and demonstrate proper swimming form, as parents look on.
A steam room awaits those who can stand the intense, wet heat.
The wooden walls of the sauna room smell of eucalyptus oil.
Water thrown over hissing, heated stones creates a wall of vapor.
They say the perspiration it induces cleanses toxins.
I am not so sure……but I will return next week.
Sarah and John, awaiting their firstborn;
a nurse and soldier, in each other's arms,
in war-time setting, were at times forlorn
by their romantic joy fused with alarms.
This burdened Sarah with commingled fears
in expectation of what was to come...
long, rainy days brought forth her anxious tears,
as if, to some sad fate, she would succumb.
In time, more courage made its home within;
with passion, she embraced her womanhood,
and with no fear of tragedy therein,
attained the precious gift of motherhood.
Soon, on that day, when giving birth was done...
the joyful couple welcomed their dear son.
Date: January 4, 2019
~2nd Place~
Contest: Movie Magic
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Judged: 03/21/2019
Movie: 'A Farewell To Arms' - Character, Catherine
Note: "A Farewell To Arms," is a novel by Ernest Hemingway made into a movie. Character Frederic Henry is an American officer serving in an ambulance unit for the Italian Army during World War I. Catherine Barkley, is a Red Cross nurse he had met earlier, near the front, and they engage in an affair, and she becomes pregnant. Catherine's example as an expectant mother was that of a loving, courageous, uplifting, yet fearful one and rainy days were one of her worst fears. However, the end of the movie is very tragic as her child is stillborn, and she herself also passes away from complications. Hence, per contest rules, the ending of my poem is different than portrayed in the movie.
Oh Splendid City bathed in moon's clear light
From cliffs afar, an opalescent sight.
My lover waits within your walls so near
To window lit my heart bids me take flight!
But leave I must and to your strength commend,
My true-love in your fastness keep from plight.
'Til I return in glory draped and then
We two in ecstasy shall reunite.
Our limbs commingled, lips conjoined in kiss,
I pledge my sweet, oh! Soon to be the night
This comely bard your senses will delight
And once again our passions to ignite.
Vast hollow hall, ambient glow entering slow on tiptoe
calls out “Hello! is anyone here?”
Door hinge swing--by sight unseen
peripheral movement from the rear--none appear
One soft nudge connects, then more come next
and next, and next
Voice excited, nervous, bland--man, and man all man
device bubbles hover-crafted,
image profiles for docking drafted
Luminous sheen…silver, blue, brown, green
Round around lithe and lean
Forms and faces--handsome, homely, in between
Monologue spheres minus sound
Controlled levitation scores touch down
one-way communique becomes dialogue
isolated, insulated inundated
predated, postdated updated …overrated
Masculinity unbridled pride but
unbeknownst, fast forward stride
disarming photogenic grin
brandishing… a safety pin.
…paused parade, orbs suspended
cyber applet cart upended
deflated, flattened, air expended
Men-a-Tumble undefended
“What the F***?!”
“Who the Hell?!”
--ejected from protective shell.
Calamity! Cacophony!
torso tangled infirmary
nothing as supposed to be!
Coughs and curses, creaks and groans
puzzle pieces – parts unknown
Muddled mental block unlocked
composed and groomed they preen serene
reboot, reset, reload, login
with no attention to the clock….begin
Overload. Meltdown. Servers Out.
Suddenly in this vast white hall
Stilted social structures fall
Coeds coalesce about
him, her, he, she…
mixed commingled symmetry!
Reality reunion, rivalry replaced
lovers, friends, new crushes too-- meeting, greeting
Face Book faces Faced
hugs and handshakes, smiles and laughter
anonymous anomaly
uncommon ground forever after?
Unimaginable beauty:
I found myself walking alone
far removed from humanity
in a large meadow overgrown
with kaleidoscopic poppies:
oranges, blues, crimsons and yellows
each indiscriminately
commingled in this meadow
like an incongruous painting;
yet, in my eyes, a masterpiece:
A polychromatic blending
of hues quivering in the breeze
as I stood amidst the allure
of their stupefying grandeur.
That empty presence hung upon the day
processional – unknowns who held him dear
bearing the debt of sadness in their way
more apt to crack a joke than shed a tear
the joy of him is what they wish to share.
Thus, those who knew the man would nod assent
commend them for the levity they lent
soft memories that none will e’er deny.
Let laughter be one tone of our lament
commingled with the tears of our good-byes.
5/14/2016
submitted to – Sad Poem – Dizain – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Laura Loo