Best Dalliances Poems
Bereft..
tingles and sway
deserted
heartstrings bestilled..
I yearn
for the thrill of the dance
and for ravishing trills of arpeggio moments..
widowed..
the capriccio
has died;
lifeless in swoon-less inertia
I pine
for zealous zephyrs to float my cloudless notes
and kiss me aquiver -
to shiver my craving broken chords
in the lusty bluster of his imaginative airs
and the lively magic of his lyrical lovemaking
wistful
without whispers
blue
without wind-songs
chant-less..
I suffer in silence -
awaiting
my escapade
in the windy caprices
of his mind-blowing dalliances..
for neither of us can sing without the other.
Susan Ashley
September 14, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Best Free Verse July 1 - October 1, 2018
John Hamilton
*Capriccio: 1. Music; a lively piece composed freely and without adhering to the rules of any specific musical form. 2. A whim; caprice.*
*Caprice: 1. A sudden, unpredictable change, as of one’s mind or the weather. 2. A sudden, unpredictable change in attitude, behavior, etc; whim. 3. Another word for capriccio.*
Categories:
dalliances, feelings, imagery, longing, love
Form:
Free verse
Struck by chaotic lightning,
fear of unknown fields of turmoil,
feeding my desire to break free from
the confusion I once wore like silk.
Cluttered mind full of intellect,
dalliances of memories nourishing
all that has been sown in fields of
disarray,
for my lips are muddled, and my touch
entangled in shambles of loss.
Topsy-turvy disruption bleeds through
the veins I carry like yesterday’s
incoherent baggage-
and
now I am left forsaken in a state of
visceral confusion.
Lead me not to the staircase I once
climbed when youth was full of poor
grimaces;
allow me to follow the path to a
threshold that bestows peace of mind,
relieved by all who know me-
but
that is just a dream
and I am not
as strong as I seem
Date: 11.22.19
Contest Name: Disarray
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Categories:
dalliances, deep, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
a flustered tango of Gypsy moths
drumming the porchlight; chalk artists;
the endemic disappearance of farms—silos lost
in unkempt fields; space stations; the sunlit-scent of lemon
oil on cherry wood; birth; the chasm between cultural
appropriation & cultural appreciation; the history in our dust;
loneliness & heartbreak; trivia; funky funerals;
climate change, hurricanes, earthquakes & neglected
victims; heirloom charm bracelets, homemade
wind chimes & the homing sound made by a singing bowl;
masquerade balls; cityscapes hidden in ant hills; fly
fishing; serendipitous skinny dipping; missing children,
teddy bear memorials, forensic identification, monsters
never found in sleepy towns; the horrors of zoos—
elephants gone mad, lions robbed of their pride;
book reviews; civil unrest, bad cops & good cops & young men
gunned down; brand new fire stations; cancer survivors who wear
baldness so beautifully; my favourite pair of jeans; river rocks
found by dearest hands; a letter that can never be
received; joyful celebrations; incandescent dragonfly
dreams; twenty million at risk of starving to death;
wildflowers shaking pretty little heads;
misogyny disguised as religion; forgotten veterans who die
a bit more inside every day; the rainforest, shrinking;
saintly stoners & postulant prostitutes; toxic smog;
madmen with warheads; cheese cake & ice wine;
every personalized Kama sutra move & the God-given
ecstasy of body on body language; holding hands;
why one giggle can change everything; Thanksgiving
prayers; abandoned minefields, boy soldiers & devastating
amputations; the songs of the working poor; lightning
over the lake; his timely phone calls; brotherhood & sisterhood;
love in its every form; old maps; twenty-one gun salutes;
the extinction of the Galapagos Giant Tortoise; being
five, being twenty five, being ninety-five; kites; dogs chawing
on ragged rawhide; church-like museums on a Sunday
afternoon; make-shift picnics; deja vu; thrift store
wedding dresses; long drives with comfortable silences;
fading freedoms; censorship; seamless moonlight;
introspective dalliances with self-acceptance; the power
of purpose; how to be the bigger person; how to go
in a new direction; how to rise above . . .
Categories:
dalliances, poetry, writing, , memorial,
Form:
Free verse
All The World's A Stage
You'd better believe it
Each Act encircles
daily excursions circumstantially
transversing through eternity.
Conversations comprise
realms of performances
pestered with dalliances
circumventing stratospheres.
You surmise it's
not a dream,
but utopian reality
as you project your image
into telescopic
Karmic repercussions
drifting through sequential
blockades of hurdles
terminating serenity.
Peacefulness serenades auras
of dancing mistruths
utilized to perfection
under lights.
You take a final bow,
go to sleep.
Categories:
dalliances, adventure, character, creation, motivation,
Form:
Free verse
"Heeling Mephistopheles"
murdering crows
flies in on the bow
of a Stradivarius
strange webs cleared
from the mind of
Machiavellian insolence
insisting life written
by dancing fingers
pressing monochrome
due diligence for justice
wrapped in blankets of
cloudy deliverance
tack a piercing
bittersweet
entendre
all the ebony wiles
imprinting jewels
for stringing
persuasive
shiny
stratagems
become ivory pearls
tingling vanilla dalliances
crisp and clean cut
new teeth
for gripping
dark contra
bones from corsets
broken and scattered
for ancient tomes
maestro buttons
for plucking
songs home
sharp pleats
skirting over
what’s buried beneath
floorboards
fathoms deep
waiting for its feed
words slip through
eye of needle, the threads
flowing cursives
through the cracks
osseous matter for a black dog
composed humming Bach
impromptu strokes
for hidden angles
offering tongue out
for words, to speak
angel notes
like legs running
across fresh sheets
bars raised ropes
concerto chords
like sails billowing
helm held hard
fast forward en route
encore
dark Mephistopheles
jibed
heeling
dark Mephistopheles
en route
encore
heeling
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
homonyms.
jibe
heeling
homophone.
bach
Mephistopheles.
Stradivarius.
Bach.
Machiavellian.
Categories:
dalliances, muse,
Form:
Free verse
So nonchalant, beyond dull care life seems.
Unveiled beneath, a broken heart that bleeds.
Torn by remorseful reoccurring dreams.
Of love once pure, besmirched through wanton deeds.
A furtive glance, a fine romance that strayed,
In dalliances chains enslaved by lust.
Deflowered knave in shallow trysts betrayed,
A precious love, now crushed bereft of trust.
Exposures shame was losing self-respect.
A humble life that suffers extreme pain.
When shadows fall on manners circumspect.
Suspicions running rife, apprise again.
Until ascetic doctrines renounce sin,
Inveigled by temptation deep within.
1/ 19/ 2018.
Categories:
dalliances, heartbreak, lust,
Form:
Sonnet
Sir John the Brave as he is now known for he once slew a dragon,
Became the champion of the King and protector of his wagon.
The King it seems had a magic touch that changed his coach to gold,
And now Sir John is by honor bound to guard it I am told.
This duty gives Sir John a lot of time to deal with as he pleases,
To pre-arrange his dalliances by preparing fine wine and cheeses.
It seems the knight has gained a taste for gourmet food and drink,
So now all he has to do to get a date is to give a little wink.
But his one true love is a Lady that keeps him forever waiting,
He can’t find the way to unlock her heart and it’s getting irritating.
You’d think a knight of his stature would be considered quite a catch,
But this Lady keeps him at arms length and it seems he’s met his match.
Categories:
dalliances, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
HORRID HARMONY
She’s a horrible lady who does horrible things
But man, the lady sings
She’ll bend a note while you lend an ear
And her falsetto is something you really must hear
She’s an insolent woman with wicked ways
She wants to be worshipped but never prays
Yet she makes every song seem a lullaby
Until her finale begins to make you cry
The refrain didn’t cause too much pain
But on her sheet music there’s an indelible stain
She’ll sing a love song and make you think it’s especially for you
But I know men who’ll attest to the fact that she sang it to more than a few
It’s not so much in her isolating eyes
It’s not so much that she’s so very wise
It’s not so much a future of her dalliances and flings
Because I’m telling you men there’s no escaping her once the horrid lady sings
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
In advance I thank the three people who read this for having done so
Categories:
dalliances, angst, music, song, men,
Form:
Cinqku
His thoughts
haunt him of his
erstwhile dalliances and
shady acts of propinquity
in the demesne of big bucolic house.
For PRESS, sweet smell of petrichor
in his perfidy and
fall from grace of
the Big.
Shrouded
ephemeral
joys serendipitous
encounter are harbinger of
human frailty redolent of treason.
His High Life of efflorescence
ever stained by deceit.
Epiphany
post deed.
18-Mar-2016
A Day In A Town - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Using 12 words: 1. Bucolic 2. Dalliance 3. Demesne 4. Efflorescence 5. Ephemeral 6. Epiphany
7. Erstwhile 8.Harbinger9. Petrichor 10.Propinquity 11.Redolent 12. Serendipity
Categories:
dalliances, betrayal, wisdom,
Form:
Rictameter
A furtive glance, a fine romance that strayed,
In dalliances chains enslaved by lust.
Deflowered knave in shallow trysts betrayed,
A precious love, now crushed bereft of trust.
9 / 15 / 2019.
Lost Love. Posted 1 / 19 / 2018.
Sponsor John Hamilton.
Second stanza of a sonnet.
Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest.
Sponsor Gregory R Barden.
Categories:
dalliances, betrayal, crush, trust,
Form:
Rhyme
In loves harbor moored in the dock of regression
and anchored in the quicksand of incontinence
as briny waves of inconstancy wash over my jaded bough
scouring my white-washed deck over and over
leaving the silty residue of bartered romances
tarnishing the fibers of my brigand hull
peeling back the glossy facade that coated my proud vessel
the drift wood of jilted lovers floats all around
shrouding my leased yacht with the residual chaff
of once fertile fronds that bloomed with romance
then were blighted by the cankering disease of insincerity
tides bring in the brackish seaweed of of salty flings
that never rooted my wandering eye or planted my wavering feet
which were tossed to and fro by a truant wind
constantly moving in a listless, uncharted direction
bandied about by the restless currents of change
barges of opprobrium clamor about in my choppy waters
tugging at my corroded conscience pushing the dross
of my intemperate, impulsive dalliances into my feckless psyche
Categories:
dalliances, lost love, social
Form:
Free verse
A woman’s Man
Women in the merchant fleet are nothing new, there have been
stewardesses, on ships since the late fifties. Before that we had
to do with mess-boys to bring us and as they had little interest in
the work and the crew hall suffered their unappetizing nearness.
Some of the women were married or had a boyfriend amongst
the crew others not and they had a choice amongst men knocking on
their cabin door with water combed hair. Being in the catering back
then it was easy to charm them since we were with them and took their
side in a dispute, the downside they were homely and middle aged.
But as the saying goes a cat’s colour does not matter if it can catch mice,
and again I ended up being the lover of older women... I got so used
to this that my first wife was ten years older than me.; and older women
had more experience in lovemaking, I mean one didn’t have to point out
the obvious. But dalliances like this didn’t last long, usually the captain or
the chief officer took an interest for a middle aged woman her economic
future was more important than mere sex that was funny but had short
levity and often ended in tears. Then suddenly I was fifty and had been
a whore for a long time, before I met a girl 25, got married- don’t know how-
I was married and had two children. My young wife knows nothing of my
past, she thinks of me as a helpless person a victim of circumstances caused
by my inherent niceness.
Categories:
dalliances, adventure, appreciation, assonance, blessing,
Form:
Blank verse
Just me and mine shadow doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance oh my dog,
an emphatic YES,
a legitimately valid reason and rhyme to flog
yours truly (figurative emasculation),
thee catchword to hog
immediate attention,
see above named poem title
the best idea to expound upon,
while attempting creative juices to jog
all mein kampf, I felt like a bump on a log
please... don't be hesitant
to identify me as a nog
one aging long haired pencil neck geek
never reached maturity forever a pollywog.
More clearly, plainly and succinctly
one sniveling poor excuse for masculinity,
I continually experience
unrepentant (unforgivable) humility,
hence lame justification
Matthew Scott sought adultery,
which unwise choice attempted
(pun intended) to fill a void
sexual propensity linkedin with precepts
attributed to Sigmund Freud,
though skepticism skirts
barenaked lady hardcore psychoanalysis
downplayed or Oedipus complex
shrugged off (heavier imposition
versus Atlas) fails to bridge any mettle alloyed
within me psyche.
Absent healthy teenage
dating experiences, think tryst
I yearned, trended then
regretted handy dandy wrist
took rat tick antics subsequently,
and compromised spawning prurient dalliances,
hence understandably missed
(until death do me part)
doting upon then young daughters,
rightfully thee eldest one
(born 12/22/1996) still pissed
at primal, gonadal, and brutal predilections
now... finding very little reason to exist
matter of fact I dreamt
(earlier today June twenty seventh
two thousand and twenty), the gist
regarding harming self
Categories:
dalliances, absence, abuse, betrayal, crush,
Form:
Free verse
Teenaged girls are rushing to grow up,
The dating game is calling their names,
little do they know, that the game
is filled with sinister twists and turns,
fatal errors that can make a life unfurl,
Nevertheless, thay all want to have first hand
experience, despite all the urgings and resistance,
teenagers feel as if life is passing them by
while they nourish their minds and cultivate their
personalities, if they only knew.....
The best years are filled with innocence and carefree
dalliances.
Categories:
dalliances, childhoodlife,
Form:
Light Verse
A vision of pulchritude
My sweet little Isabel
Coquettish in the extreme
A beautiful southern belle
Lithe limbed and gracile
She is hopelessly vivacious
With her sylph like elegance
She tends to the outrageous
But for all her dalliances
And her overt vivacity
Her revelling in the attention
She is still in love with me
Categories:
dalliances, love
Form: