Best Engaging Poems
i don't care
to see morning wink
from beneath the gray film
that leaves the day
undeveloped,
it's easier
to pretend
that night
has yet to end.
night's black
is the only veil
yet to cover my eyes
and i'm tired
of playing wife
to the unworthy,
tired of hiding
behind the thickness
of gray moods.
it's raining again
scribbling night's color
upon my cheeks,
kissing my lips
with day's aftertaste,
yet i pretend to smile
when love looks my way.
in all reality
i'm too old to care,
too old to dream of...
today,
night still holds me
in the negatives,
this day's still undeveloped
yet my mind
isn't anymore,
and my last thought
before anything can blush
is to be walked
slowly down the isle
in satin and bows
pretending
to be the bride
i never was
as you lift
the veil of white
and kiss me
one last time
and pretend
to miss me.
To hear the surf or trill of spring’s new birds;
A cat’s soft purr or strong and stirring words;
Endearments whispered; songs so cute I grin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To see the sun fall, gorgeous on the sea;
An unexpected rainbow over me;
A moving scene; glad faces of my kin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To smell a rose; sweet lavender in bloom;
Popcorn at the movies; favorite perfume;
Aroma of Mom’s cooking once again,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To taste delicious food when out to dine;
Ice cream on my tongue; a lover’s mouth on mine;
Cold drinks; desserts as chocolaty as sin,
My heart sings out as joys wells up within.
To feel a gentle rain; snowflakes on my nose;
Ocean's breeze; the tides; the sand between my toes;
To hold my sweetheart's hand and touch his skin.
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
To feel INSIDE me such a happy glow
It radiates to everyone I know;
The love that lets me know life is win-win,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.
liquor
crushed ice
an effervescent tonic
an engaging libation
a crystal glass an empty mass
a looking glass an engaging lass
a reflection fills the flask
an hourglass figure smooth as glass
a view deep
a deep view
a hot and hard jigger
an episodic embrace of the stem
a nicely paced repetitive stroked type grip
measured
a high pitch pleasured note of delight
a charge
and another...
...and another...
...and...
….....
...a spill...
...a swig...
...a swallow
an emphatic gush
a coupled roast
an orgasmic toast
a sexual rush.
31~10~2014
I believe that long ago, the universe’s most artistic landscaper
mixed woodlands with tropics, rock formations with mountains,
volcanic craters with lush valleys, and cascading waterfalls with
pristine still waters before blending all with an ocean and
topping it off with sunshine. Man named this place, Hawaii.
The absolute awe that defines Hawaii, is bound to awaken
any slumbering faith and rejuvenate any emotion grown numb
to the brilliance of life. While visiting the Islands of Hawaii, I
absorbed a joy and wonder from the plants that delightfully
startled my own routine senses. I have been blessed in my life
to personally view beautiful and eye-catching plant life in many
regions of the world. In Hawaii, the plants adorning and tending
the islands are the most dramatic, glorious and enchanting that
my vision has ever drunk. There is an otherness to Hawaiian flora
that suggests plants are empowered with the ability to uplift,
stimulate and captivate even the most withdrawn human vision.
entrancing colors
paint a wonderland terrain ~
landscaped free of charge
bodacious flora
thrives in hawaii's landscape ~
no mute legs walk there
The tempo of the music
adds energy to the rhythm of the night,
and the pulse of warm blood rushing through sinewy veins.
The mixture of perspiring bodies,
cheap perfume, and tepid whiskey adds a pungent aroma
that permeates even the tattered tablecloths.
The scene, obscured by dimness
and a haze that slowly envelops the dusty paper lanterns,
gives the room an eerie ghost-like glow.
Writhing, creeping forms
undulate, moving sensuously
to the repeated thumping of resonating bass strings.
The soulful melody of the saxophone
weaves its way over, around and through the crowd
as it playfully caresses the thick air.
Remote conversations and laughter
mix with bold encouragements from the crowd
as a lone dancer, with little effort, executes her sexy, sultry moves.
A breeze blows, ever so slightly,
as the door opens and more revelers enter the stifling room,
the lanterns swaying in the breeze.
A thin shaft of moonlight slowly creeps across the bare floor
as the aroma, the haze and the music
waft through the opening and into the rhythm of the night.
POETRYSOUP VOYAGE
it is me
with thee
upon this page
sharing
a moment
of mine,
now a moment
of thine
co-joined
unspoken
yet real
somewhat
surreal yet
for a while
here
understood
peer to
peer
no,let imagination fly
to..
exits of the ordinary;
let ambiguity cry
where..
hides the paradox;
let enigma lie
unsaid..
'guised in masquerade;
let euphony whisper
breaths..
of symphony;
let assonance
show..
yet,not dwell;
let our verse
show..
but never tell
so
Will
you take my hand
and voyage with me
upon this ship
discovery;
Will
you come aboard
and sail a sea
of uncharted waters,
fancy-free;
Will
you explore new sounds,
discover a place
unknown,with unique
imagery;
Will
you close your eyes,
let the canvas unfold,
and imagination pen..
poetry?
Can you hear the pitter patter
Of the rain on my roof?
Can you hear the water splatter,
And the dog that goes 'woof'?
Can you hear that auto go by?
And the bike that zooms through?
Can you hear the thirsty land sigh,
As it laps the rain, dew?
Hearken! The tinkle of a laugh!
The rustle of a leaf,
The quiet mooing of the calf,
The weeping willow's grief;
Can you hear the crunch of the land,
When the lorry crushes?
Hearken to honking horns' bandstand,
As the traffic rushes;
Hearken! A baby crying far!
Music playing nearby!
How wonderful all these sounds are!
How do they gratify!
In the midst of a tropical forest,
At the mouth of a volcano at rest,
Surrounded by verdant hills not so high,
Bordered by lush trees gazing at the sky,
Lies Grand Bassin lake, reflecting the blue,
The seat of sparkling sacred waters true.
At this saintly lake, the soul takes its flight,
Engaging the senses in sure delight;
The pure clean waters shimmer crystal bright,
A haven bathed in gleams during daylight,
Reflect white shines of stars and moon at night,
Undulate with the gentle breeze at sight.
The serene cool gust, a tender embrace,
Whispers soft secrets of this unique place;
A fragrant floral scent mounts in the air,
Softly spreading in the space everywhere
Sweet perfumes of incense in the surrounds,
Leaving graceful smells on the nose around.
The songs of humming birds, a joyful sound,
Greet the ear as native life here abound,
Their melodies twine with whispers of breeze
On verdant leaves of tall towering trees.
And devotee`s sweet chanting voices so clear,
To spin a spiritual atmosphere.
The serenity of Grand Bassin site,
Amidst lush tress, to the self a delight;
The coolness of the sacred water's touch,
A blessing felt within and loved so much,
Washes away worries with gentle clutch,
Cleansing the soul that`s welcome without blush.
The taste of offerings excites the tongue,
A sweetish delight to both old and young,
Shared by devotees with a generous heart,
A natural flow of kindness, quite smart,
A simple steadfast spark of brotherhood,
Here where divine devotion ever stood.
At Grand Bassin, the heart warmly expands,
Embraced within these serene sacred lands,
Engaging senses, understanding stands,
The silent beauty held in nature's hands,
Where souls of diverse cults, creed and lands meet,
A sense of peace and bliss that is complete.
"Engaging in Love and Marriage"
hearts entwine true love
romantic stairway to stars
fairy dust magic
sweet emotion escalates
precious passion ignites blaze.
souls touch fond caress
tender kisses fan love flames
halves create a whole
proposal with velvet box
eternal circles of gold.
chapel blessed by Sun
melody of wedding song
charming bride and groom
euphoria resonates
for God made their paths collide.
love will conquer life
love and marriage, challenging,
respect spousal flaws
cherish golden spoken words
quickly forgive so love lasts.
*For SandyIvy Davis Tanka Lovre and Marriage.
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tectonic defense
contemplative reflection
remorseful summit
Enjoying an appealing repartee
Over scones and a cup of tea
Belching whilst cooking
Avoiding chronic particles from choking
Comradeship amongst landed gentry and friends
It all makes faultless sense
Avoiding topics that’s nonsensical
Keeping a lid on emotions and remaining sensible
Being sensuously sociable
Status eminent and unreachable
It is nonetheless within pulpit reach
Spattered with a seven year itch
A contentious immoral pair
Culminating in an indelible affair
Relationship commencing from spontaneity
Both relenting with reciprocity
Inappropriate association stifling me
Loathing of perversity for all to see
Probing the other with a stolen glance
Guard down devoid of a lance
Facilitating a rendezvous
Gathering a result of a woo
Deeper drawn into the abyss in vain
Inglorious fall from grace of the luscious moral fountain
One part of the source
Neither one being remorseful
Subsequently asked for divorce
The indignant feeling pitiful
Both caught in shameless tryst
In the presence of taut vice
The spilling of the sauce
There shall now be no more recourse
Bucolic scene in pleasant glade,
cool stream, tall trees I've come to see.
Sweet Nature's sounds, soul's serenade,
elating scene makes tiredness flee,
renews my joy and sets me free.
Last night I had a face to face confrontation with my floor. I redecorated it in
crimson red. A poorly thought out medicinal cocktail, mixed with a bit too much
wine, helped me demonstratre Issaac Newton's theory of gravity. As well as
adding further evidential proof to the theory of entropy. Now blue and purple have
always been my favoite colors, so I was pleased to see my now "tie-dyed" torso.
I had a number of pleasantries in strore for the staff- like my usual red "TRAUMA"
stickers on my forehead. And, of course, I always sign in as Randell P. McMurphy
I find a hospital setting a good place to have some fun, well, at least if I'm not
dying. Sleep well, my friends.
It happens every year
Filled with cheer
A holiday when we get together
But it was the weather
Which made us stay in
Bar stocked with vodka and gin
As for the Champaigne
Drinking to success, glitter, and fame
We will open that around the witching hour
Giving the calendar stage and power
Screaming “you do notice me”
“You did pick me up for a dollar fee
When you ran into the department store
Looking for something on the sales floor”
“I was with hanging pictures that were great
Announcing the month and date”
Stating how many more days do we have to wait
To do this all again
Hoping not having to defend
Why we are not traveling in the snow
Not really wanting to go
To that lavish festive bash
Irritating like a rash
Instead, we cozy up by the wintry fire
Quiet not listening to any resolution liars
Instead enjoying the crackling and burn
What was that concern?
About
Going out
And saying “season greeting”
For the final time during this traditional meeting
Deciding to replace it with a whispering message in each other's ear
Already loving the new year
Her deep green eyes like jewels shone,
in silver beams of Flower Moon.
Emerald ring, a perfect stone,
for deep green eyes of jewel tone.
Oh, how he wished that May were gone!
She danced for joy and dreamed of June!
Her deep green eyes like jewels shone,
in silver beams of Flower Moon.
*Flower Moon is the full moon of May
5/7/2019