Best Dalliance Poems
Perilous is the journey, sordid is the quest, flashing flirtatious desire,
Treacherous is gaudy aspiration, playing with torrid flames of fire;
No matter how thrilling, how visceral may feel this insidious chase,
Neither it is a road to endearment, nor is it a destination of grace.
Provocative is charming croon, simulating sound of love’s acclaim,
Exhilarating is ephemeral attraction, missives seductive inflame;
Audaciously feigning love, squalid is the phony paramour of shame,
Teasing emotions in tawdry games~ ignoble is his heartless name.
Allures of the dangerous dalliance, dazzle donning a seamy stance,
Hosting rendezvous immoral ~ an illicit dance of lurid romance;
Transient are escapades of infatuation, never meant to forever last,
Buried are their broken-hearts, in cemeteries of jilted forlorn past.
In interludes of life and time, wrinkles weary warn of receding age,
As lascivious phase, in book of life, begins to turn a fading page;
Revealing to glamor and courtship: the aura of beauty is long gone,
And nightmares of regrets have since robbed, avid dreams of dawn.
Obsession of lust wasn’t love~ admonish the sad memories of yore,
Promiscuity of casual encounters, pathos of remorse now abhor;
Wondering if it’s too late to long, for lasting bond of kindred hearts,
Before empathy of love departs, before the warmth of passion parts.
An Devil's Dalliance
It was just one of those mornings?
Or at least I think it was, that is,
if I had created “morning’s” yet.
All my little angels trying out their
wings (in a strictly non-competitive
manner of course). I was slightly
distracted by Creation at the time
so some of the details are a bit
sketchy---the “all knowing” thing
a bit exaggerated---however I did
suspect some shenanigans within
a small group. You know, changing
the shape of the clouds, a seemingly
innocent diversion had become a
bit racy. They were playing with
rainbows and dabbling in an
evolving plot. Anyway, when “he”
showed me his “new” pet – the
duckbilled platypus - I had to draw
the line. After a thorough scolding
I sent him back down to clean up
the mess he’d made. A darkness
came over him (we call it anger now)
his wings darkened, his eyes glared,
a putrid wind arose beneath him
(the scent of defiant rebellion).
I still remember the sting of his
scathing good-bye. “I’ll start my
own “heaven!”. “I’ll be bigger than
you.”
“Until an hour before he left
I thought him beautiful”*
“I still do, for I know the
truth of who he is and wait
patiently for him to realize it.”
3/4/2016
*Arthur Miller, The Crucible
“Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven”
submitted to Expand Arthur Miller’s Thought – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Julia Ward
Written: September 26, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 39 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
“However authentic the feelings of love, the dalliance was only ever meant to be a beautiful fiction” - Esther Perel.
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Dot dabbles during dangerous dalliance
As souls are enticed by seductive affiance.
A narrative about forbidden temptation.
Shine smolders sway—a sensuous sensation.
A cynosure silver shimmer under the moon.
Flickers of fantastical fantasy foster flow foon.
Two spirits intertwined in a pointless game.
They are fettered by—an overwhelming tame
A vortex of enthusiasm is sparked at first sight.
They can't defy the diaphanous magnetic excite.
Akin to how moths are lured to a perilous flame.
Prance frolicking on the cusp of a lethal game.
Dalliance, desire, ecstasy, and temptation.
For flirtation as feuds on frame of foundation.
Consider consequences and clashes with zeal.
And yet—the flames are often fanned by feel
In the gloominess, they sneak a sparkling touch.
Nimble hearts are trapped in a harmful slouch.
Bootlegged, beleaguered blaze both breaths.
As they succumb to love's intoxicating depth.
Demure whispers of wariness swirl in the air.
But elixir zeal evolves with each stolen stare.
They cognize the danger—the risk they convey,
Yet they cannot resist the love they display.
Emollient hearts hid, akin to vines in the night.
Igniting an afire that smolders ever so bright
Their bodies entwined—they pranced in the gloom.
Strayed sprightliness that swaddles to assume
Realizing sequels and the agony they trigger
But they cannot outlast this forbidden rigor.
They breathe on the edge—with hearts ablaze.
In a world where forbidden temptation plays
But time is a lousy tutor—it can't be denied.
And soon their dalliance will no longer hide.
The world will decry their ephemeral affair.
And their felicity will be furtive, beyond repair.
i shall never be able to forget our affection
was deep as first love, and wild as all regret-
crimson and medallion encompass my soul;
‘neath the autumn moon i still etch your silhouette
sincerity arrived and remorse soon followed,
for i needed compassion, someone to console-
i put away my lace to replace what was before,
now my poor essence shallow, my heart hollowed
o’er the mount of forgiveness is where i wish to be,
never saving a love that washes up a reverie shore-
o, if only my sweet, we could make one more connection,
maybe you would be you- and… i would be me
i shall always be frail in ways never comprehended,
must cease this pain so that i may be apprehended-
our passion could have been incredibly splendid,
all love suspended... as our dalliance has ended
2. Deep as first love, and wild as all regret - Alfred Lord Tennyson
Date: 2.25.20
Dalliance With The Winter Birch
Crystal glances at the brilliant blue
Marching up there with blinding sun soaked sky
Clouds stream by
They come apart in seams of wonder
As the day begins to shine
Work waits there on the farm
A dalliance with winter wind and trees begin
White limbs swing limp, spring back again on birches
Firm roots, frozen earth, hold the hard wood down
I climb the highest branches there
At 8:00 am farm chores start once again
They can wait for just a while longer
While all of nature sinks into the skin
As I figure out how to return
Somehow I got lost above the trees
Tangled in the maze of branches
Caught, never found, while climbing birches
Never quite figured out
Which way was up or down
dandy butterfly
lands on a bunch of flowers~
a lip locked ballet
August.15.2022
~ Placed First~
Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Tania Kitchin
Love
enters
through my eyes-
the flirtation
fades
Nights of passion with no strings attached
Ignited by booze and a lusty zest,
Bodies gyrating, so tightly pressed,
Wanton desire, emotions detached
Regrets come with hangovers that can't be patched
The night was a blur, yet he felt stressed,
Nights of passion with no strings attached
Ignited by booze and a lusty zest
A dangerous dalliance with decisions poorly hatched
But he would party again on his boozy quest
Addiction beckoned, you know the rest
On dangerous dalliances he became latched,
Nights of passion, with no strings attached
Life, ne'er the primrose path of dalliance
for me (and in league with this shady world),
like the accused who has no innocence,
fleeced me as my tribulations unfurled;
deprived and in disgrace with Fortune's eyes,
with all hope lost and none at all to care,
I implored heaven with my bootless cries,
and cursed my fate, crying to God in prayer,—
Who saw my afflictions and gave me rest
at last, as well as respite and reprieve:
all these blessings to which I can attest
that spring from His grace (in which I believe).
Tho' life's “a thief” and I was “his victim,”
God was there to “arrest and convict him!”
The dust stand in devoted pair
with stare towards the brush and it's fare
devotion despairs
the dust sighs
the brush forfeits
they surrender
Alas all but in an instant
so is no victory reaped
so is earning molted from the tears and given to dust
But they neglect despair
for there is hope in humour
and the comatose lie a restless slumber
for their anew that bravely implore the void-less dark
"Their slumber is beautiful. Voiceless"
So it is, dear Moon
"Why?"
Because their slumber has a twilight
"For it is not eternal"
For beauty is but a dalliance.
"Ephemeral"
“ every dalliance “
I have always found within my old books
many of which I have read over and over
and each time be it the first or the sixth
I have always found something anew.
Some I missed or skipped over
something the author wrote
that did not resonate
within my previous dalliances
line upon line
page upon page
chapter upon chapter.
I knew every contour of her body
my lips have traversed every line
and still I find it all anew.
The last time it was the candle light the way it had
glisten across her breasts that captured my eye.
While this morning it was the early morning light
that chased away the shadows that hid
their beauty as they glisten while we dallianced.
Or from time to time the aroma of her wine
its taste always delicious sometimes sweet
sometimes pale but always a divine pleasure.
But then of course she is
my favorite author
my favorite poetess.
And I have always found
my greatest pleasure be it
within my hand,
within my arms
my one and only true love
as every dalliance is a new one.
Our love forbidden, hidden, went awry.
A dangerous dalliance we did try.
With whispered words, we took the chance,
To steal a moment's forbidden romance.
But, danger lurked in every glance,
At first the dare enthralled the dance.
But, the scared glances took their toll,
Denying our love the depth of an attentive soul.
The flames of furtive passion, soon grew cold,
Leaving our love a story untold.
For the dangerous dalliance on shifting sand,
Became a fleeting rushed night's stand.
We parted friends destined to dalliance
With distant furtive smile and glance
All that remained of our risky game
Fueled by passion, but without a flame.
The Solstice showed up early
left us in the dark
promised on the morrow
two more minutes in the park
he dances with the shadows
changing them from fat to thin
promises that every day
we’ll do the dance again
so spread your arms and celebrate
the dalliance of moon and sun
a romance that hasn’t ended
since the day it was begun
John G. Lawless
©12/21/2022
dalliance in a bungalow; euphony.
our mellifluous voices blend and
no longer is mine demure
felicity fills our love lagoon
an effervescent elixir
that which is becoming of beauty
that, which is so ephemeral.
fugacious love succumbs to day
for when the gossamer web of amorance
turns chatoyant in sunlight,
their murmurous musings begin
and so we must reveal the imbroglio of our verboten affairs.
‘tis all clandestine, dear ingénue,
we found serenity by serendipity
and though our tryst succeeds the lullabies,
it must to languor yield by aurora
thus, let us savour this
dalliance in a bungalow, bucolic and aglow
with the tintinnabulation of your summery lilt.
our mellifluous voices blend and
no longer is mine demure
Oh, it was a beautiful cloudless sunny day,
as I wandered a meadow to make a bouquet;
all about butterflies were dancing a ballet,
and I was dazzled by the song of a blue jay !
To a rippling stream I went on hearing a song,
and there a man sang a tune beautiful and strong;
his heavenly voice mingled with each wild birdsong,
and I stayed with him just talking all that daylong !
It would be a summer dalliance dulcet sweet,
his ethereal kisses made me overheat;
on gossamer threads I floated to our heartbeat,
we were on a labyrinthine path bittersweet !
On the last day we found a lagoon secluded;
and wept murmurous whispers of love concluded !
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May 5, 2021
Poetry/Sonnet/A Summer Dalliance
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1352-721-05
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Summer Love Sonnet
sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 05/24/2021
Third Place