Best Dousing Poems
In the distance of her dreams,
she whispers for her beloved.
Her yearnings speak to him like poetry,
he has not engraved before,
as he hungers for her to caress him,
like sapphire seas kissing golden sands.
In the artistry of imagination,
in the absence of judgement,
in the naivety of their hearts
enamored eyes reflect like gems
in euphoric enchantment,
enticing their minds to meander,
momentarily kindling,
merging like waves dancing in the wind.
Drifting with the tide, dousing sensual embers,
ripples of passion, desire to remain lost at sea -
ship wrecked in an exotic lover's lagoon.
In the fantasy of fiction,
in the reality of non fiction,
romance has no barriers,
infatuation has no boundaries.
Simple Musing
Silent One
2 February 2020
Mesmerized by silence
the maiden sips the chalice
dipping drink in pilonce
entertaining life without malice
indulgence fills the music
into the cup she holds
sifted in sobriety dousing with fluid
til the limitless path unfolds
to savor is her destruction
she must be careful of a fall
for the entirety of life's instruction
she'll learn to heed the call
maybe it will relinquish
the magic that it bids
and binding won't distinguish
between the garbage it rids
moreover this gift is freedom
but not ever to be free
the punishment is thrice beaten
will she refrain I guess we shall see
On the seventh ray
Of the fourteenth sun
Death hath come twofold
Arose a Titan in this age
Amidst this nimbus looms darkness
Betwixt the ash and sage
Approach cyclical ritual
Dousing wings in feral flames
Latent gravidity does surmise
For upon my resurrection
Eos I shall rise
The seas softly speak with voices that talismanically tweak,
Magical maids in their mystique porpoises of their physique…
Ambient aqua-marine waving seductresses of their craving,
A splashing sylph spraying through wandering waters braving…
Goddesses of the dousing deep show finesse as they leap,
Enchanting when they weep collecting desires for their keep…
Landing on our sandy shore all eyes on the deceptive décor,
Mystic Mermaids to adore Lorelei longing from the Ocean floor…
A siren seducer submersing a temptress of the water traversing,
Below lavender skies nursing her delinquent desires dispersing…
Mesmerizing mermaids silently sailing with their mermen tailing,
A sorceress in their scaling intoxicated by their Venus unveiling.
Sept.23.2019
MERMAIDS Poetry
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Placed 4'th...Thank You
Egal your hurly-burly city,
Egal your stress bureaucracy;
Saturday I shall visit my garden,
Where I will bury all your plights
Like a slough snake long forgotten.
There await me rosy welcome
From my carnation and dafodil,
The sweet aroma of my lavender;
I shall kiss the beautiful stair of petals
Build by my darling ginger and tulip.
The quietude of my garden:
Dousing rain after a scorching heat,
Shall redeem me from your torture,
The amusement from the squirrels
Shall restore smile onto my face;
Under the robust cherry tree
I shall journey to the mount of thought.
And when the heavenly beam decends
To honour our weekly appointment
Like sky I will spread out my picnic mat,
Delight it with Andrea, Nette, Donna’s poems;
I will turn left and right, allowing it
To caress the gradient of my hips.
When my guest turns westward
Then I will bless all my darlings;
I will baptise them with heavenly dew
Anoint their feet with brown-black powder
And cast out any demon perching on them.
Hoping you that wolf will roar? Egal !
I shall not think of your sausage,
Your meatpie will not come to mind;
Above my head are young breast apples,
Mangoes and banana are at alert
Ready to arrest any roaring wolf.
Egal your hurly-burly city,
Egal your stress bureaucracy;
Saturday I shall visit my garden.
Bike ride,
air through my hair,
sunshine dousing my skin.
Dirt and splashed mud cover wheels.
Sweat drips
heat rises, thigh to palm to cheek.
Music comes from nature,
leaf and rock crunch
below tire.
" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
the one less traveled by and that has made
all the difference. "
Quote by - Robert Frost
YELLOW BRICK
Unintentionally urgent,
to choose or refuse,
to flee, to fly
possibly to die.
Excuse: just a child…
The clickety clack
attack of the narrow.
The meeting of strangers
along the way -
both good and evil.
Badly, she wanted to go home.
Bravely, she’d have to pursue
fear, fire, the witching hour.
Apples, red, near the yellow brick -
temptation, thirst, famishment.
Off the path, into dark woods…
Tricks are well-travelled - reveal
weaknesses - coveting, weary, greed…
One could endure the orbs, slapping,
soliciting, addicting; fall asleep, dream…
She’d not a brain in her head, her father said.
Her sister thought her a coward.
Her brother thought her heartless.
Would she listen to the talking heads…
She sighed, did not succumb to temptation…
It was only a bit farther, just around the corner.
This path, though fraught with anxiety
and danger, with pratfalls - dousing
a witch with water, missing her ride…
When she’d suffered, and died to self,
she’d unselfishly cherish her kin ‘til death.
She’s smarter than her years, her dad would say.
How brave you must have been, her sister would praise.
her brother sees, she’s all heart…
The crossroads came
in a most unexpected way -
a whirlwind adventure!
The trickling teardrops fall like rain
dousing love's spark, and as you cry,
passion's flame begins to die.
All of your pleadings were in vain,
his every lie summons a tear
that drowns your hurting heart in fear.
Treating you with scorn and disdain
leaves little room for love to bloom,
despite the babe within your womb.
He fabricates lies to explain
although you've heard them all before,
and don't believe him anymore.
He doesn't love you; that much is plain:
for it's getting harder to cope,
clinging to so few threads of hope.
And yet, you'll take him back again;
for you're afraid to lose your man,
and try to cope the best you can.
The trickling teardrops fall like rain:
all of your pleadings were in vain.
Treating you with scorn and disdain:
he fabricates lies to explain.
He doesn't love you; that much is plain:
and yet, you'll take him back again.
New mantelpiece, pinewood as heart's custom;
A waning fire's bed, her girl loving thwarted—
...I've sparkled my fingers' approach to this hearth.
I've kicked too long at its dousing birth.
As her skull's cracked by charcoal intent shears,
The Wintertime's frost slowly pulls out of her tears.
...You're the shadow in me, my upturned face—
Passing through this pine; this death; this hell of fireplace
For so familiar, so close, you seem in its embers;
I swear you're with me tonight in the deep ether.
...As the ashes seed to this wastely churn—
The flames may fall, but darling, I remember; you burn.
Diamond droplets drip drip from the azure sky,
Creating plashes that soon won't dry,
Water overflows my lane,
Forming aqua train,
Sprays my face,
Rain!
See this place -
How dark clouds can reign!
Dousing both mountains and plain,
It looks like black billows too can cry,
Diamond droplets drip drip from the azure sky.
07.12.2020
Sunlight
dazzling, blinding
quenching, dousing, drenching
the sun's rays, a moonlight flower
walking, playing, breathing
illuminated, moonlit
Moonlight
12.10.16
Second Place
"Sunrise & Sunset"
by Silent One
She packed her bags one day
Left me in the dark
Running away, what a lark
I stare at the walls; life seems so bleak and stark
I wrote her love letters
Only a thousand or two
The poor old postman
Carrying them all back to my door
Return to sender was the obvious score
So I took my pen and wrote a few more
Before dousing my desires
In the illusions of folklore
Where out of the forest
On a mist filled dawn
Returned my princess
Singing our song
Alas I walk along lonely forest paths
I dream and ponder of what might have been
I look up to the heavens and demand, what was my sin?
That I am alone, surrounded in deathly silence
A second hand man
Waiting
For a second hand rose
Coast to Coast
The sun ascends over the Great Lakes
Settles back into the indigo depths
Flight of a copper swan shore to shore
With her sweeping wing tips skimming
Commanding
The azure locks of eternity to open
Gather her iron-ore souls from the cliffs
That lift along the turquoise bays
Arise
Our northern Holy Ghost.
These drinkable oceans are graves to glaciers
Tombs for freighters
Limestone crypts
Where condemned sailors still dance and drink
A thousand clicks amidst the ancient glow
Below
Moon boulders like mobiles of suspended fish.
It’s as if Michigan’s peninsulas
Was its own sliding green continents
Fitting together pieces of a new planet
Waves bellow a dare to all the apocalyptic surfers
Come sail these giant breaking swells.
Though you’re a dipped hand
Waving to outer space
It’s your down-to-Earth bare cold caress
That we count on for dousing the summer steam
From our steely brow.
Michiganians
Plant your bare feet into the hot tops
Of the Sand Dunes of Sleeping Bear
Prepare an avalanche slide
From the side of your hand
A child pushing away the world’s troubles
Throw out your hard chest
Reveal your beautiful breasts
Like the goddesses and gods that you are.
Gaze out from these colossal pink shores
To the horizon that bends like a violin
Under the chin of a setting sun.
Michiganians
You are the everlasting Keepers
Of the Mighty Mighty Great Lakes.
Deep in the dungeon in the back left corner
Was a mere shell of what was once a man.
He was shackled to the wall of his own design
By the love of his lady so fair, and divine
The queen of a land so far away in time
With a king who held her ever so dear
Locking them away alone from peasant's view
None of his subjects gazed upon this mentally ill king
He had a smothering love for his queen,
Abusing her in every way
Never there for love, but only in his mind
She hadn't felt his touch in years, other than abuse
Then one day her knight came in on his white steed
They loved under moonlight each night in secrecy
Hiding their treasonous affair from the evil king
Until one night he caught them
The knight dueled injuring the king's ability to speak
The queen fearing their treasonous death
Plotted and schemed as not to be beheaded
To the knight's chamber they carried him
Dousing the room in oil laying him on the floor
Dropping the lantern the knight held
Flames rose in the chamber, consuming him
The queen screamed to the subjects for help
All the court came running to douse the fire out
The knight and queen really started
The true king was unrecognizable and couldn't even whisper
The knight came forward as her husband the king
The queen burst into tears,
Explaining how the knight attacked her,
Setting the room ablaze
All his subjects bowed before the knight, the changeling
I am sorry dear king, the subjects said
As the knight pulled the queen to him,
Ushering them to take him away, to the dungeon below,
Shackled, and chained, in his own kingdom
In the dungeon the king waited, to be beheaded
The knight secretly became the king instantly
Taking his spot next to the love of his life, the queen
No one suspected a single thing
She visited the king one last time before he died
Telling him how she loved him, stroking his cheek
Watching the next day as they beheaded him,
Hiding her head in her knight unknown
Her dark side she displayed
The day her knight became her king
And her king became some subhuman thing
He had truly always been
The knight now the king with his lovely queen
Ruled for many years, having ten children
Of tainted royal blood, but no one ever knew
Their secret love and darkest treason ever committed.
I pounded, pounded, pounded, not in that rock
on pop gun sort of way, with a tinge of smoke
after the sudden spark, keeping me well amused,
but in that bam, bam, bam, meat squishing
and flying in tiny bits so you wonder if everything
remains sterile way that the Flintstones would have liked
And the Italians, too, dousing it with lemon
And wine until you see stars as you wobble
And pucker up for the kiss, that comes or not,
And that is always the way it begins, with elbow
Grease, tastes offered to any taker, welcome smiles
and songs and company, and then the luck
shows up, smelling faintly of singed cabbage, turn-about elbow
noodles dangle from their lip and the heady sense
that you were there that day, all aware. And life made good
your meal of effort by offering a swallow of champagne.