Best Courting Poems
Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing!
On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles
up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings
tripping warming skins to tremble a while…
Next come your silken color-filled fancies!
Eyes beckoned, step out to be near such charms…
Yens still, as you march as perfumed dandy,
masking musky breath, that breezes sneezed harm…
And when April comes along, your eye gleams!
Enchantment grows, then fades to slushy mush….
Becoming crystals, shatter in your steam
Oh how she weeps, for diamonds rained to slush!
Rivers gush your youth’s enthusiasm ~
Now, may you calm, ere you deepen chasms ~
(2/7/23)
Though I have no wish to die now
for this moment I feel much joy
ah death it courts me being coy
A time may come I know not how
yes endings have a fatal lure
and death like life can be demure
when sorrow rings my ashen brow
and springtime's warmth I can't retain
for flesh, but clay it does constrain
until that day I'll rail and howl
I'll paint the pictures in my mind
and stare at holy lights that blind
for life is precious, this I know
now leave sweet death, and let me sleep
today is not the day you'll reap
Though I have no wish to die now,
a time may come I know not how,
when sorrow rings my ashen brow,
until that day I'll rail and howl,
for life is precious, this I vow.
1/22/14
Vivaldi’s Violin
The sound begins vague as a thought from perhaps
a misted remembrance made more distant more soft
in the surrounding sunset not trusting eyes only ears.
I sit up and listen indeed stretch all hearing as music
surely music more than the wind’s whistling moves
ever closer alerting me to a whole physical smiling
through the opened backdoor I cast my sight past
the silhouetted trees of early December past
yellow-glowing windows of neighboring homes and on
past the twinkling white low-altitude warning lights set
like many a Venus on the horizon I notice I am
not frozen from weather but rather awaiting a sign as
a startling soloist continues Vivaldi’s allegro non motto
violin in a love affair with nature a secret in splendor
a flying to heights just beyond human
ears or prayers in this courting of my soul and its
further reaching in Winter III Allegro that could lift
the twilight ever more than experienced in dreams.
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(c) sally Young eslinger 12/3/2020
Thanks be to God
Oh graceless, Old Age,
Your unattractive face the many despise
But your company they desperately seek
For
How else, could the magic of life enjoy
If they were not among those you pick?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 January 2016
Love Letter
Courting a Black Widow Spider
I do admire your knitting skills
The sight of your cobweb fills me with thrills
Your hourglass figure glowing red
has never gripped my heart with dread
The sight of you a passion rare instills
So I could never believe, as I view fresh kills
that the day we wed, I’ll be next day’s meals
Loralei’s green eyes flickered in the dark,
Noticed by males, especially Clark.
She captivated him in every way.
He reminisced about her most of the day.
Truth told, she was totally unaware.
Of his bold prowess, and that he did care.
He came courting and met her stout brothers.
Her grandma and one of her stepmothers.
They put him to work on the family farm.
Let him feed the bull without any harm.
Loralei noticed he was lots of help.
He was strong too, not like a little whelp.
Loralei and Clark promptly fell in love.
A blissful marriage honored from above.
A man went a-wooing a lassie
ill at ease with a great biggie
his face all blushing
and him stuttering
she thought him to be quite wacky
A message sent, an icon lights the screen,
Her heart skips with a hope—what will he say?
No flowers now, just words in lines between,
A digital courtship, love found this way.
She reads his thoughts, like whispers through the night,
A photo shared, a smile across the miles,
Though screens divide, emotions take their flight,
A growing bond, unseen but full of trials.
He types a pause, then waits for her reply,
No letters sealed, no hands that reach to hold,
Yet hearts connect, and neither can deny
The dance of love in forms both new and bold.
In virtual spaces, sparks ignite the flame,
Two souls entwined, though life is not the same
Courting Jesters
All rise court is now in session.
Tell us the lies you still believe
recite for us your sad confession
the ghosts of honesty deceive.
Tell us the lies you still believe
bow before this inquisition
the ghosts of honesty deceive
show no hint of indecision
Bow before this inquisition
release the hounds within your soul
show no hint of indecision
deny the truths that make you whole.
Release the hounds within your soul
recite for us your sad confession
deny the truths that make you whole.
All rise court is now in session.
9/29/2016
submitted to - Favorite Pantoum - Poetry Contest
sponsor - Laura Loo
COURTING THE MOON
Once
Upon a time,
The blazing sun
Courted
The full-faced
Moon,
Caressing her pale
Face
With his ravenous
Beams,
Next he flashed,
Hastily she blushed,
But then she
Gave in
Embraced thus
Remained
All night long and
SOON
The sky was filled
With
Billions flickering
Children
That
All mother had
The shy, pale MOON!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 February 2013
Grouse Courting
I watch the grouse do their dance,
As each feather is enhanced,
Vane or down; they’re preened and cleaned,
Keeping them healthy and streamlined.
At the tail’s base is an oil gland,
Which makes the feathers dry and grand.
From barb to rachis, they’re beak-nibbled
For the courtship ritual.
Beckoning forward, then muting purpose with placid expression;
Courting favor, but scorning gratuity with nobler accession.
Reconnoitering all, yet countenancing none in stolid derision;
Regaling commoners, but transcending all menial patronization.
Subtle smile endears, but spurns all gratification;
Distant stare, onerous repression or dark depression?
All encompassing view, mistrusting miser or prating courtesan;
Stoic posture, exalted position or callous condition?
Frugal appearance, an inner recession or outward confession;
Folded arms, trite convention or cultivated abstention?
Enshrouded by cumbersome shadows or serene accommodation;
Transfixed, eternal matron; or transparent, antiquated apparition?
DATE: November 1, 2010
Contest: Why oh Why
Sponsored by Constance~ A rambling poet
by: Stephen Parker
when I close me eyes
a sparkle and surprise
doth shimmer down
all the way
to me thighs...
am I ?
the reason Y
yr here? concentrating
on the small stuff
while you drive
I'll steer...
I like yr relationship philosophy
as stated in yr profile,
and I'll leave a bunsen burner on
as to get reaction from yr smile!
for chemistry and biology
are separate subjects from
our alterior motives
that show If
yr the One....
find. keep. love.
some like to chase.
capture.
then chase away.
some enjoy the chase.
some chasers become the chasee.
Find love. Lose it.
chastity kept none safe— really.
for the target matters not— flesh or no.
But the mind and all
it’s manifestations of love
permeates, even the thickly girded heart.
when the chasers intent is to
find and keep love.
I have been pre - oc
cupied
i have knot been per -
used to periodical nomanclature nor have I been be -
spectaled by the enormity of my
self
but have been painting numerous
simple questions to my
self:
under guises that I have flat
out
denied.
sorry if I have scared
you with this literal literary
banter, I didn't mean to impose or be too
daring, by posing
contests of painting the decanter
from this email poster...
to hear that the health
of you two
has improved
and sickness, and blues
are freed - form obtuse,
Once Pasteur once said:" It's not what yr eatin' -
It's what yr fed"
that I missed
yr visit and scared
you with my insecure
are you there? rambling exclamations
I sent you proof that I
am merely a typist
out in cyberspace...and that I was in need
of more than online conversation...
sorry sylvia, I will
no longer bother you, I am sorry
of my over - reaction, but not of the attraction
I sensed from you,
and never from the time spent between us 2