Best Effervesce Poems

Ma Dame, I say to you
as it was written hundreds of years ago
by Francois de la Rochefoucauld,
"True love is like ghosts,
which everybody talks about
and few have ever seen."

And now this poem for you
in my own words....

Amoureaux, the fruits of my passion
are yours, and now
how I...

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Someone left a seed to grow
on barren fertile land. 
From seed to tree
for you and me
Its beauty our command.

Someone planted grape vines
along a broken fence.
Now our glasses bubble
with fragrant effervesce.

I see waves of rye and wheat
dancing in bright sun.
Someone plowed those fields for us,
food for...

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How beautiful are April, May and June.
All give enchantment as they come and go.
Each graces me by light of sun or moon.

Sun kisses earth so warmly with its glow.
Oh, April, May and June – their days I love.
All give enchantment as they come and go.

April’s...

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A set of siblings was in an effervesce
Of blossoms and bubbles.

This world to each was a bundle of joy.
They laugh and played like two girls should.

Somewhat different, as each became older, they would be captivated by desires.
There in a beautiful presence they thrived. 

The blossoms...

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ONCE  AGAIN 

Fanciful images play gentle on the minds of children young and old.
Anticipation becomes a forever word that compels dreams and expectations 
to struggle with and sometimes overwhelm impatient patience. 

Exotic perfumed scents of fir hovers in the air exciting already taut senses....

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Hungered for a taste
  of your essenced elixir, 
drunken inhalations
   of your French poetry
a splendiferous whirl 
 of time & space 'tween
darkly scented moons
    and sun's adoration,
blithe starry nights 
amidst meditative new
dawn's effervesce,
 spirited of the heart, 
gleaned in...

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I’ve sipped my tea then let it fester 
Now I search in vain for a wrigleys extra
The seminars over but I’m stuck to my seat
Preferring death to the “meet and greet”
 
Just how does ‘one’ learn to talk shop 
stop...(look, listen) 
then thoughtfully digest?
Press the...

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Your suicide 
Wrests the act from the hand 
So that fire can envelop the bottle 
And skyward 
And bright
And living 
Technicolour dances in extremes.

We effervesce and burst 
We rise up and with a fury
A million or more 
We wilt back onto the vine
Waiting to be...

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Moonbeams shining down
effervesce upon my tongue
Tickling my soul...

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As clear
as crystal,
living waters
effervesce the fountain
of life...

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O, Basilisk keeping across the unsinkable surface of water,
desperately fleeing the terrible hunger of monstrously ravenous mouths,
supported by ripples of light,
as adrenaline, faith and delight appear to allow the impossible task of traversing the river of night, as the bluegills below the remarkable sight of...

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The word is most commonly used,
Mental agony and headaches with which it is diffused.

Starting from small kids to the old and aged,
Everyone complains of this as the root of unhappiness,
God knows eventually infants will possess this, I am afraid.

"Mom, too much of homework. I can't...

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Contest: Pieces


All in Pieces

I turn the cold, sparkling, silver knobs
and the raging hot water splatters up the porcelain.
Milky bubbles effervesce the scent of lavender,
and I plunge into the baptism of fire.
The water scalds and blisters my skin.
Let it burn.
Let it hurt.
Let me feel my flesh...

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in the bouquet of my muse’s garden
all poems are not created equal

some are written with broad panoramic strokes
others unveil inner secrets their bitter tears

some poems barely skim the ripples on the surface
while others dig down spiraling depths of darkness

some effervesce with ritzy champagne bubbles
others resemble...

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Dormant,
   I wake by the stream.
Past is the future of dreams.
I have been here before
Within this arctic wilderness, my core,
Silent as stone,
Lost and alone,
By myself
Once again.

Here now
   Before me, these tears
I had shed upon last lying here
Let crystals describe
Who I was...

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