Best Discretely Poems
A Debutante’s Ball to Remember
In the autumn of my life, oft have I recalled that superb summer night,
when I finally experienced my long-awaited heart’s delight.
Family and close friends were all ready for my entry into society,
to celebrate it with a grand debutante’s ball filled with gaiety.
In a dreamlike state, I felt like a princess with a golden crown,
making my grand entrance wearing a champagne chiffon gown.
With matching gloves, and a pair of satin shoes on my tiny feet,
my auburn hair was adorned with butterflies and posies sweet.
The ballroom was magically transformed with gas lights all aglow,
and a glittering chandelier reflected on a highly polished mahogany floor.
As the orchestra played, my body and soul were enraptured and consumed
by its rendition of Ravel’s enthralling “La Valse” which pervaded the room.
Elegant ladies were all dressed to the nines in exquisite pastel gowns
of winter white, baby blue, powder pink, pale peach and beautiful browns.
In tacit competition to out-best each other, social charms were well-honed,
as they daintily fanned themselves and gossiped animatedly in hushed tones.
Refined gentlemen in their finely-tailored tails navigated the room to mingle,
keeping an eye out for eligible heiresses beautiful, graceful, and single.
Wafts of mild masculine colognes came from discretely dabbed faces and hair;
while the fresh feminine floral scent of French perfumes permeated the air.
Armed with a full dance card, I waltzed the night away with ardent admirers,
curtsying and coquettishly smiling, moving on to more exciting suitors.
My enchanting evening climaxed with Strauss’s “Vienna Waltz” filling the hall.
Oh, what a tale I will have to tell as my granddaughter prepares for her first ball!
11-21-2014
Contest: Your Favourite Old Poem (06-08-2015)
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placement: 1st
Contest: Ballroom Delights (12-16-2014)
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Placement: 2nd
Categories:
discretely, celebration, dance, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
The whole of a journey still to be traveled
is much like a novel begun
with threads of the story not yet unraveled
and windings of plot to be spun.
We’ve myriad paths to meander, assess.
The hours are long till midnight’s chime.
It seems like eternity, nevertheless,
‘tis only a twinkling in time.
The wise old mysterious owl, unsurpassed
at vigilance during the dark,
in the lore of the past could events forecast,
though lacking the song of the lark.
Still future tomorrows are anyone’s guess
when we’re in existence’s prime.
It seems like eternity, nevertheless,
‘tis only a twinkling in time.
Our lives stretch before us as endless array,
neath skies bright with starry wishes,
of vast possibilities all on display
or feast of enticing dishes.
To life’s great adventuring we acquiesce.
We’ve many a mountain to climb.
It seems like eternity, nevertheless,
‘tis only a twinkling in time.
The universe also has spans of ascent
(or multiverse, as some prefer,
having ‘bubbles’ in space of dimensions bent
with heavens discretely astir),
together with cycles of cosmic regress,
midst empyrean spheres sublime.
It seems like eternity, nevertheless,
‘tis only a moment in time.
On this earthly stage where we mortals play out
our shenanigans, seldom wise,
getting backed into corners with no way out,
till at last we open our eyes,
let’s endeavor our noblest selves to express
ere we bow out of pantomime,
for while seeming eternal, nevertheless,
‘tis only a moment in time…
~ Harley White
Categories:
discretely, adventure, future, journey, life,
Form:
Ballad
Allow me explain
Brethren gathered here for
Custom dictates
Due process prevail
Exaggerated much
Flaws mine-as may seem
Granted the providence of evidence you see
Highly placed the source-allegedly
Inconceivable the idea that falsehoods they be
Jury decide-be it she or be it me
Kissing and telling discretely-of course
Listlessly I will you tell this tale, you see
My wife's mother's brother's valet-who doubles as mine
Noticed a queerness about this chambermaid fine
Opulent her head with silky tresses
Perfect her skin as nothing else is
Quenching a thirst as non I ever knew
Repugnant as I found the idea,true
Sacrifices always must be made for
The greater good of humankind sake
Ungodly as you all will agree this meeting between her and me
Vestments would not keep me away
Witchcraft! That's what we suspected for how else could I a Lord be so blinded
Xylophone music was all that I heard while headily begging for her hasty embrace
Yet how was this Lord ever to know that
Zealotry was for chambermaid's too?
Categories:
discretely, addiction, society,
Form:
Abecedarian
The Chocolate Hills of Bohol
Ancient as creation, true natural wonders,
the Chocolate Hills of Bohol
teem with singularly exotic flora and fauna,
fanciful ferns and big-eyed tarsiers, peculiar primates.
Abundant rain wonderfully adorns them
with a mantle of verdant fashion;
while drought unveils their beautiful brown cloaks,
resembling giant delicious chocolate kisses,
or sun-baked peanut butter cookies.
At dawn, they're subdued by shades of grey and blue;
but at dusk, they startle with red-orange hues.
The Chocolate Hills serenely slumber,
heavy eyelids closed in peaceful repose.
They’re fast asleep and deeply daydreaming,
perhaps, of becoming rugged rocky mountains.
Finger to lips – shhh – let sleeping hills lie!
Hands cover ears - these conical mounds
are so clever at keeping hidden secrets.
Silent observers, they echo no tales, but
hold on to footprints in the limestone soil,
discretely recording every visitor,
not forgetting anything - remembering all.
8-24-2014
Contest: Poems about Places
Sponsor: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
Placement: 4th
Categories:
discretely, beauty, nature, places,
Form:
Free verse
Curvature the plane to the point of distribution
Focus either latitude, asymptomotes are drawn;
Equalling hypotenuese with spiralling revolution
Discretely perpendicular to the course it set upon.
All prinicipals of axis are running through the centre
To rotate intersections where the vertices define;
A conic section tilted either left or right would enter,
Angled high perimeters where either halves entwine.
Visual the perspective where the foci separates
Each segment that establishes the gradual aim of low;
To benefit the lateral then where it penetrates
Is seen as the illusion and positions from below.
Illusion us to pivot sense, redeem the scheme as wise,
By having this as constant, to do with each, obeys-
The simple rule, coordinates whose will of gradual rise
Is probably a measured wrong, a hyperbolic maze.
Categories:
discretely, science, space, time, visionary,
Form:
Rhyme
(Madame is pronounced with accent on maDAME, the French way)
Near a hole in the wall, with no qualm,
Never seen, sits a frumpy Madame.
Using lotion, she works
Giving smooth strokes and jerks
With her fabulous and renowned palm.
By Andrea Dietrich
*This is the theme of a movie I saw on cable.
Its name is Irena Palm, the name a widow takes when
she goes to work at a club in order to make enough money
to allow her grandson the surgery he needs to save his
life. It's not a *****, but her "work" is a bit erotic yet discretely
portrayed. It got high marks from the critics. My writing this
was inspired by Deborah Guzzi's Limerick Contest and now
I enter it into Skat's contest!
Check it out: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0762110/
Categories:
discretely, dedication, workGrandson,
Form:
Limerick
I must confess, my poem appears a mess!
Wonder if I’ve lost my touch?
Though it seemed all right, when I began to write,
Did I edit a smidgen too much?
Having honed my rhymes, so many times,
Results are looking somewhat tragic!
Should I take a rest, having done my best
To make my poems seem magic?
A poet thought great, surely can create,
A poem regarded a leader,
But when words fall flat, after changing this and that,
They’ll seldom excite the reader.
Furthermore, I’m no star, so doubt I’ll go far,
Though with rhyming I’m rather smitten.
Some ideas may well please, but without expertise,
The results are poorly written.
After poetry is writ, I’ll tweak it a bit,
Hoping to make it read more sweetly.
Now should I not stop, the poem ends as a flop,
I’m forced to dump it discretely!
I’d best face up to fact, and leave lines intact,
Let lines be left as first read.
Yes, lines I hone, I should let alone,
To give inspiration its head.
Like those of a Ham, they’re not worth a damn,
If the metre is ragged or weak,
So I’ll sit myself down, check adverb and noun;
Then throw out the lines I can’t tweak!
For they’ll mean not a thing, if the rhyme does not ring,
Or becomes detached from the theme.
If by my tweaking, I lose sight of my seeking?
It’s a waste of time it will seem!
Back in days when I wrote, some poetry of note,
Editing was never intended,
But today I’m feared, the results seem weird,
Euphoria has finally ended!
Better stick to my guns, write more rhymes and puns,
Until my inspiration has fled,
Should you see a deficiency, or lack of proficiency?
You’d better say nowt till I’m dead!
Rhymer. August 27th, 2009.
Categories:
discretely, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
I enter the lottery discretely
For a dollar I do it quite cheaply
I’ve never won a cent
But this doesn’t prevent
Me from giving them my money weekly
Categories:
discretely, funny,
Form:
Limerick
The heat was high and rising
A shower came, but left too soon
The temp was quite surprising
It wasn't even noon
They thought it was a mirage
As they stumbled upon a spring
The backdrop created a beautiful collage
Their hearts began to sing
Steady hands unbuttoned her blouse
Desperately he dove under
Trying to distract that he was aroused
Hungry eyes, full of wonder
He was just a boy, at the brink of manhood
Had never felt a women's touch
Wearing nothing but a grin, on a rock she stood
He never wanted anything so much
She nonchalantly tied back her hair
Took each ginger step with intention
It seemed as though she wasn't scared
Deep breaths relieved his body's tension
Once immersed, she giggled with a shiver
He tried rerouting his imagination
The closer she came, his efforts would wither
He couldn't deny her artistic creation
He discretely put distance between him and his desire
As she ignored their humbled skin
Their mutual emotions bore an invincible fire
This flirtatious chase soon came to an end
She experienced a moment of shame
As she traced his pure skin
She knew their expectations weren't the same
Searching for youth, she was committing a powerful sin
She convinced herself that she was doing him a favor
To put her guilt at ease
Though his parents should have signed a waiver
He was the first to please
He placed his fingers in just the right spot
First time was the charm
He knew much more than they both had thought
Intensely, she clinched his arm
To both of their surprise, he came to power
Forced her to land with slight aggression
Took her body for just shy of an hour
It was a forbidden love making session
She lie in his arms in disbelief
Forgetting the summer's heat
To think, she thought that she was the thief
Now hooked, it was his defeat
Categories:
discretely, adventure, innocence, lust, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
What Fire Ignites the Day?
Whether to stay atop of things,
Or get to the bottom?
Each day offers circus rings,
The center one is Autumn:
Top fame but premature ending.
Side rings more discretely hum,
Contrasting the center ring crowd’s singing.
Side rings hold inner desires dumb,
Often hidden is pregnant Spring,
Steer to your inner line of rhumb,
Desire is the bottom kindling,
That builds the day’s fire-bon.
Categories:
discretely, desire, life,
Form:
Carpe Diem
The air encapsulating sound
extremes, while vision gathering quites down
and carries with it stillness to surround.
Does channel imposition to dismay,
the sound, my enemy thus often in convey
sounds first ~ I hide discretely out of way!
Would escalate by choice or lessen ground,
the stance I take, my hearing so abound,
by reason decimates my hostile round!
Repeating hurt, the syndrome so applied,
as deaf to spacious loitering's retried
seek truth and justice' answer in confide!
Sound implements my virtue, or derides ~
so quiet is . . . . the instrument I chide!
Categories:
discretely, sound, spoken word,
Form:
Monorhyme
Such a beautiful dreamer
soft attractions
in pages of Tom Jones
Lady Chatterley's satisfaction
taken to places of impropriety
never recognizing a boundary.
Caution gives way to need
where hearts break and bleed.
In dreams buds open to bloom
slowly, so their fragrance wafts
indelibly breathed in and held
enjoyed to fullest height
as a body becomes compelled.
In dreams of love
the dance is always a waltz
matching steps-eyes in askance
the answer, discretely given,
a nod, a wink, a sly smile
the heart is driven
and will not be repressed
Love must acquiesce.
Categories:
discretely, desire, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Had she and I whet our appetites
discretely we'd not need to leave lights
on while we two commit
what, I have to admit,
is one of the biggest tourist sights.
Categories:
discretely, business, funny,
Form:
Limerick
There's this little fuzzy wuzzy bunny,
Who all year round eats loads of honey.
Now you’d expect his tummy to be runny
This fuzzy wuzzy little bunny
However, the honey has an adverse effect
And when I tell you, you will not like it I expect
The poor sod suffers from severe constipation
Until he feels a bowel movement sensation
He seeks a discrete place to release
The load that make him look obese
His baked in for a year in his tummy
The poor fuzzy wuzzy little bunny
With his hind legs astride, bunny squats just a bit
Knowing the pain he has to suffer when it's time to have a sh-t
First, come out as little pebbles then follow the great big boulders
The kind that gives him the feeling his been split from his a-se to his shoulders
He chews grass as a medicinal lozenge
To numb his a-se that now looks like a blood orange
Fuzzy wuzzy little bunny knows it all over when he lets out a great big fart
Then picks up his mess discretely and hides it in isle 14 at Kwik Mart.
Categories:
discretely, funny
Form:
Rhyme
A rhythmic waltz is a lover's dance.
Matching steps, eyes in askance.
The answer, discretely given
for a heart's desire is driven.
Love cannot be repressed
It will always acquiesce.
June 27, 2022
Bite Size Poem No 48 Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Categories:
discretely, dance, love,
Form:
Rhyme