Best Disrobes Poems
With gladness I am drawn to a rosy dawn
and looking up to where white clouds are swirled
in heaven’s skies, I see before my eyes
the goddess of a blossoming new world.
As mountain streams come flowing, wind is blowing
her shining hair. Enchantress of the wild,
she twirls a gown of green round hills and meadows.
How beautiful is she, this woman-child!
When she disrobes to shower, fruit trees flower.
She blows a kiss, and birds begin to sing.
On whispering breeze, she sways and warms the days.
New life smells sweet. We greet the Goddess Spring.
Feb. 23, 2023
for Joseph May's "In Bloom" Poetry Contest
Entered now for 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE NO 1198' Poetry Contest
Induced Interludes
Twilight disrobes a soundless star
It claims some gentler theme from me
Caught lingering in a unified bestilled embrace
Beneath a unique spotlight of its gleaming afterglow
gently now, gently
thus footprints bare none
alight butterfly rest on a finger
spilled words occasions the breeze
the gist of me shadows alongside jaguars
Morning star glint after dawns flow
Challenge arranges yet another measure
An opportune solemn hymn ingratiates breaths
Stages of a day follow blissfully edge to edge quietly
gently now, gently
a better course grace me
fingertip traces a fashioned grin
a made verse set rhythmically whispers
a softly caressed infant coos towards silence
Sunsets a mimed score entertains
Review disciplined superbly portrayed
Persuades descending rays an eyeful adieu
Nightwings greet dusk, whorls up into absence
gently now, gently
ebb star pivots another
penitent pose cradles prayers
pointed at fingers in lieu of sheeps
eyes seals behind dreams, genteel cast...
*Image of Japanese Elm Tree by CBC.
Japan Surrenders
Japan's crimson sun disrobes a dawning night rise sky,
An elm tree parasol's her coral samurais while they lie.
2022 February 22
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND SHORTIE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 February 23
*2nd Place*
Bite Size Poem No.37
~~Line Gauthier: Judged 2022 March 01
Death disrobes the body of our fancy garments,
And clothes us with more common fashion:
A mere loincloth of sky blue silk,
So that we may feel the warm passion,
Of resurrection’s gorgeous spring
And the spiritual blessings it will bring.
So sleep on calmly with Jesus,
Beneath your coverlet of blue skies,
And know that the summer garden of ease
Will be there when you arise,
Like a lovely blossom given birth
From a shriveled seed in the earth.
Your softest whisper, how it floods my soul
It glides through veins eliciting control
There is no place where it does not embrace
Disrobes me of my negligee of lace
That whispered vow you sealed with lover's kiss
Your body claimed me, took my soul to bliss
And while enraptured all my heart could hear
Were words so tender, whispered in my ear
Abated storm of passion, now at rest
Your head is pillowed softly on my breast
I’m pleasure sated as I whisper sweet
“My love, this tryst has been a glorious treat”
My name you whisper just before you sleep
A treasured whisper that our love will keep
For Gail's Doyle's Contest
Whispers of Love
April 2, 2014
We drift softly together- -
hands glazing a window filled with stars
where row of flora bends its twirling hips
and curtains lift the fabric of breath,
until we become twinsouls in August's hours
that bless the garden of devotion...
and in the stillness of dusk
when all blossoms turn to virtues
deepening the fragrance of the sky,
we will find each other in a cradle
of one rose in the glade--
as a breeze disrobes our pores
stirring the ember of fireflies blazed,
that even moonglow crowns our love
amidst the glimmer of jovial kisses
undefined by any name, while we,
in a bright pastel of August's rose,
together... drift softly.
"Delphi"
Held in the palm of Zeus
there transforms Her solitary Self
in The Seat of Pythia
delivering prophecies
filled by the spirit of
Enthusiasmos
Oracle of Delphi
speaking gibberish
with the lesser priests
conjuring the Poiesis
into enigmatic hexameters
poetic and dactylic
by way of Lux
towards a place
that doesn’t rot
In the Symposium
where Plato dwells
there she commands
the soul of Diotima
the one
who is honoured
by Zeus;
there she places
her mind
as an offering
in the palm of his hand
she disrobes and unveils
the origin of who she is
a mystery, a small thought
in the book that is a life
large and emerging, to be read,
Her novel ideology
She offers truth as the origin
in her concept of what Love is not
and what she believes
through truth,
Love
IS
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
I(H)S
IS
"I was completely alone in the darkness."
October arrives
so unlike the long dry hot summer of 2015.
Mornings are damp and cool with dewy drips of somberness
and soft shadows fading off into the background.
A blustery chilling wind races through the trees
rushing gray clouds quickly across the skies.
The cry of crickets is lost in the oncoming night
and the nakedness of nature disrobes in the dark.
The dress and glory of spring seems lost forever
hidden in the brown withered grass below.
Blue jays shriek and cardinals call out
shrill lonely spectres seeking refuge from the change.
Autumn reaches in with cold and icy fingers
to draw shadows in the twilight as the sun falls fast asleep.
In the harvest moonlight leaves will shed from their branches
and the world will draw its blanket tight against it's face.
October arrives quietly, then tenacious and cold
takes its hold upon the earth.
It presents itself as being beautiful
Adorning its lips that they may appear graceful
Even the wise declare it is greatly helpful
But till eternity it remains highly decietful
Man's eyes it would blindfold
There consciousness to realse it might have sold
Promising all to reward in tenfold
Yet sending them out into the cold
In the daytime it does one no good
Now it covers its face with a hood
As fire overshadows some wood
Be careful lest you eat its poisonous food
It disrobes man of his honesty
And regards not the rich and his majesty
Love it not you who befriend modesty
For it surely treads the path of dishonesty
Queen Nefertiti soul keeps biting my lip, blowing me kisses, sorry to all my beautiful black sistas, I’m married now, no more mistress, no more visits, no more paying me unless it’s with interest, yeah I’m still super handsome, chilling, getting a little fat, waiting to come home from prison, I’m a king with a gorgeous vision, free my people -n-deliver them from evil, -n- keep fighting until all our skin colors are treated as equal, these laws they pass are disgusting -n- very lethal, who’s that peeping through my peep hole, the stove on, but my meat froze, my wife disrobes, until dinners ready, I’ll snack on her pink pretty rose, she secretes a pink pretty gold, while I secrete the moon’s mold, giving birth to an unbreakable bond, an unbreakable code, we both chose -n- proposed, now from rubies -n- diamonds, her finger glows, my wife kisses my lips and away my swelling goes, from those bite marks, from the Queen Nefertiti’s soul.
JANUARY in slence ,hides its cry
APRIL in splendour,catches the eye
JULY lazing,as the world goes by
OCTOBER disrobes,as fall leaves die
inspired by E Pauline Johnson's phrase August,laughing
across the sky in her SONG MY PADDLE SINGS
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On the invisible screen
upon celestial wings
twilight of autumn moon
swinging gracefully
wooing millions and zillions.
At times she veils behind
passing clouds teasing
all the admiring glance.
Her raiment sways poetically
removing darkness from night.
She personifies romance
in the distinct of distance
flashing clandestine smile.
She is every poet's dream
Who loves to cherish
her charisma in silence.
Every onlooker is in trance
when the dazzling display of vision
disrobes all illusory fantasy.
She envisages piousness.
A poesy beyond lyrical form
shines eternally in perfect milieu.
© Maaaya Dev
a pretty notion
becomes 'armless'
candy
this red planet
disrobes its cloud-
I cry aloud
Our immune system fights viruses and all foreign bodies.
antibodies that protect the lymphatic office.
Immunological memory is the ability to recognize,
previously initiated the anti device.
Healthy microbes essential from cradle to grave,
mothers fungus touch and milk to survive.
The use of antibiotics killing those microbes,
sterile environment for the body that disrobes.
Smell, taste and recognition of individuality,
crucial role in and out of body decomposing reality.
Sanitizing will weaken the immune system procured,
called the hygienic hypothesis for rest assured.
Caught in legal procedure enforced to act,
given your body from shop to shop some poison in fact.
The psychological terror not to mention,
being prosecuted in scientific polluted detention.
Riding the donkey of hope as expensive load,
endurance of the profiteers that you owed.
toast natures chilled arm
chilled hues clad lush limbs
stupefy branches disrobes
sober crystal nudes
2019 November 05
*6th Place*
Sexyku
~~Richard Lamoureux