Best Entreat Poems
I find you alone
in your favorite room of sorrow and suspense,
the woman I cherish more than victory or divine sense,
long untouched, you stare into a sonnet of romantic sadness,
supple shadows dress you in stubborn, gothic passion, a quiet finesse,
they know that I am the speed of your tears and the lover in your trance,
as I see what your heart has wept for, tender acceptance
I understand why my soul seeks your emotional opulence,
with my powerful hands I hug those lonely, sexy shoulders of tired independence,
knowing by the ease of your neck's pining tilt, by the searching gap of your starving lips
no longer are you startled by our love, no more will you deny the lust righteous,
gliding the backs of my fingers up under your smooth chin skin, beauty so generous,
I find you passion thrown,
I undo your bodice and your soft feminine flesh opens onto me
radiating craving that glorifies yearning,
I entreat you to grab my hard affection, to feel the firm rush replete
to place the head of my love within you like a heavy heartbeat,
you obey with unquestioning need, eyes alight, thighs wide
I lunge in deeply, completely, pushing through you a pleasure tide
as you breathe in the handsome shock of your fulfillment
I kiss the soft space inbetween your sumptuous breasts and taste wild wonderment -
J.A.B.
Fire catches fast, then sweeps through grass and trees.
The lion of the elements, it roars,
and burning hot, displays its awesome might.
Fire signs are one of four triplicities.
Bravely, like lions, those of fire will fight.
A fire-born person is one who adores
his life, and what he wants he’ll simply seize!
The element we need to breathe is air.
This carrier of currents none can see
is spaciousness surrounding everyone.
Those born of air may seem aloof! They’re where
they need to be; their thoughts float toward the sun.
They analyze and then effectively
communicate to us because they care.
Sweet water! Always we can see it flow.
It flows to sea; it ebbs, then flows again.
Without it, plants and animals would die.
Those born to water are the ones who show
emotions freely. Hear them laugh and cry!
They touch our souls and give us solace; then
entreat us. . . let imagination go!
Earth, the final element, is the land;
God put us here with feet on solid ground.
Sustaining us, it gives much that we need.
Those born of earth are stable, for they stand
for practicality. They plant the seed
of reasoning. Four elements abound.
When they’re in harmony, life can be grand!
Written Feb. 9, 2016
for the HUMAN NATURE - 4 STANZA, 7 LINE Poetry Contest
Your words of love so soft and sweet
will lift my spirit off its feet,
and take it to the blue skies clear
to drift with clouds in stratosphere
until my days on earth complete.
With tenderness your soft words greet
and cause my heart to skip a beat
with longings always to be near
your words of love.
And so with yearnings non discreet,
your thoughts of passion I entreat.
With gentle whispers in my ear
forevermore I long to hear
of tenderness as you repeat
your words of love
April 24, 2022
Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp?
True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten
And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten
They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears
That have been meddl’d with and tatter’d Raw throughout the years
And thou, cruel Mind, that sat’st still thru toiling trail of Night;
Must dream your broken Dreams; thou’rt a sanely flight!
Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain?
—tho thy distinguish’d influence trains to abstain
Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street,
Devour’d by Vultures, their bestow’d beaks entreat
Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess
Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....
While gilded breath of autumn sighs
Whirling colors of season's dream,
How nature's painting dazzles eyes
On sapphire arc’s chromatic theme.
Zephyrs with zeal rustle leaves gold
While gilded breath of autumn sighs
Where maples-red flaunt visage bold
Cheering grief of summer's demise.
Horizon crimson thrills mauve skies
Where twilight’s halo sweethearts greet
While gilded breath of autumn sighs
Blazed in passions lovers entreat.
Swirling notions of cooling nights
Breezing colors waltz chasing highs
Charming hues for reveling sights
While gilded breath of autumn sighs.
September 30, 2022
Poem of the day on October 1, 2022
Form: Quatern
Eight syllables per line
Placed 2nd: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Placed 9th: A Brian Strand Premier Choice
WHAT IF?
What if you were the brightest star on the solstice night
Would you feel antagonism from the sparkling maze?
Or would Love dismiss uncertainty to the query you raise
What if you were the softest snowflake gentling drifting down
Hearing the soft gasp of exhilaration from Mother Earth
with all ephemeral scepticism gone
Would you be part of Love's united sound?
Hearts submerged in Love do still entreat
He loves me. He loves me not
What if you were the last petal left?
In a quandarous quagmire of uncertainty, you feel
Would you experience a sense of reprieve or a sense of defeat?
What if you were the most vital branch of an old Oak tree
Gentling cradling a nest ever so sweet
Would you also feel the Love of parenthood
from the first baby tweet?
What if you were a rock lost for words
With Love cleansing you of earthly weight
from a stream's soft gush?
Would you abandon attachments with a tasteful rush?
Feel in the sweet imprint of its absence, a comforting hush?
What if you were the gentlest breeze that whispered and sighed
Would you be a transient carrier of Love of a different kind?
As the year draws her curtains at midnight's call
What if you were that very last resolution you stall?
When Love has found emotion in your daily inspirations
The Rhyme to your Reason in Love's inspired aspirations
What if the year ahead is all you've got
Wouldn't you give it your very best shot?
What if I could convince you to a mindset change?
In a transitional challenge to rearrange
words from…
'What If'~ to, 'I Will'.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ONE AND ALL
AND A WONDERFUL 2024 AND BEYOND
Oh Lord, Our Heavenly Father of all creation
We rely on you in all tribulations of life
Hope you will come down to touch and heal
Our bleeding hearts, for your mercy exceeds all bounds
You cannot turn your eyes when your children sob in agony,
You cannot but mend our torn and splintered hearts
When fears and tensions swivel and rake us
Shaking the very hinges of our existence
Anchor our minds to faith to proclaim with conviction
That you alone are our sole armor and refuge
That in every trial of ours, you will be there by our side
You are the only one who can gauge the depth of our pain
You are the only one who knows our weaknesses
We entreat you to heal our hurts and purge our hearts
When numerous sins and vices tacitly remain
So that we shall shine in your grace and grow in your love
When we stagger under the heavy weight of life
And when no one is around to ease our grief
We see you standing lovingly within our reach
With hands held out beckoning us with assurance of relief
Like a loving father out and out to help his wayward kids
You are the great Shepherd who will never desert his herd
But will come searching for the missing lambs
When our legs grow weary with every forward step
Oh, come and carry each of these staggering lambs
Lend your hand in our tightrope walk, that if fallen
We can spring back and hop, without getting maimed
Grant us true light that we will not grope in dark alleys
We know, the opulence of this transient world
Can never ever fill our hearts or give us lasting joy
It is in Thy love, we find our life’s whole comfort
It is on your shoulders, we want to lower our burden
When the skies are cloudy, when burdens are heavy
Oh, friends, tell yourselves never to feel troubled,
With such a great savior around
When we are lost, He will kindly lead us home
Solve our problems if we partake in His love
And shelter us in his great bastion, day and night
Brian Strand 1090 Poetry Contest
Feb.24. 2022
Inspirational Christian Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina MacIntosh
“Stealing our breath, you came down to us with angelic grace and you keep holding us under your magic spell” ~ By Poet
A precious little angel is born to us.
Our first grandchild, a bundle of joy,
Sent down from heaven, a blessing!
One look at her cherubic face
Made our hearts race in joy.
She looked at me with wide open eyes,
As if affirming a bond long established.
As if telling me, “Grandma, I am by your side,
To fulfil your yearning for a daughter
To fill the vacuum, you have long been feeling”.
With wonder and joy, we gazed at her angelic face,
- her tiny hands with long tapering fingers,
- her tender feet with cute little nails,
and her parted little lips that quivered to tell a tale.
Baby, you are fresh like the morning dew,
Beautiful like a fairy,
And fragrant like an opening flower.
You push your way like light seeping through,
Into our hearts and thoughts, day in and out!
Sweet one, we cuddle and hold you,
Close to our heart and thoughts,
And entreat God the Almighty to take care of you,
To bring pride and hope to your dad and Mom,
And hold the hands of your aged grandparents!
THE MAD SECRETARY
Hunched over the computer, I am mystical,
With mental white gloves and a karate belt -
A daylight cursor, but on my bicycle,
A word and energy transformer, a flickering Celt.
Such metaphysics I can make into sensation,
Turned into binary formulae by the boss,
My passion is for punctuation-
But the lingua franca doesn’t give a toss.
I see the point. I accommodate the pause.
I rinse the cups and make the coffee sweet,
I am saving myself for this man of laws,
Of Brehon provenance, who will entreat
Me to be his love, his partner and co-genitor,
Of a life graph, where he can trust the monitor.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)
Falling riffs like spangled gold,
And sounding drums seem to explode
A surge of tapping, dancing feet,
The piano’s notes, mon coeur entreat.
Cherie amour the air is ''sweet'', so silver laced,
Each face reflects another’s shine
As endeavours fruit is taken in
Like fragrant mellow wine.
© Joe Maverick 03-08-2010
My darling sweet, wake to me!
A beautiful melody
is your morning treat.
Wake and hear the euphony
coming from a leafy tree.
Look, my darling sweet,
and a goldfinch you will see.
In his trill is poetry
sounding joy replete.
Hasten to your window seat.
Look outside and see dawn greet
you with its first ray.
Rise, my love, and with bare feet,
through the fields of amber wheat
we will run today.
Come follow me. I entreat
you. Hasten, love; time is fleet.
Darling, don’t delay!
There is nothing to waylay
us. This is a golden day.
Where marigolds gleam
in the meadow we will play.
Then down where the cattails sway
by a sun-lit stream,
all the afternoon, we’ll stay.
Come with me, love. Come away
to my golden dream.
2012
All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.
From the harbour our course we keep,
for the distant Antarctic water,
to find the leviathans of the deep,
and begin our bloody slaughter.
All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.
We say there is a scientific need,
to study these magnificent beings
we harpoon them, and watch them bleed,
as before our ship they're fleeing.
All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.
And still our leaders, they entreat
that we do this for the good of science,
but really it is for their meat,
that we kill these gentle giants
All aboard this ship of fools,
all aboard she's sailing,
all aboard this ship of fools,
for we are going a' whaling.
If Death in time should somehow find
I'm running just a little late.
I just realized to my great surprise...
I have an expiration date.
I pace the floor with Death at my door
With no out that I can see.
But I've thought it through, I have things to do
Before I embrace immortality.
With one last breath, I entreat with Death
If I might linger just another day.
I have family and friends... to make amends
And a bookie yet to pay.
But Death will brook no tardiness
As they seem somewhat understaffed.
So I accept this judgement
Knowing well my Government
Will have one less soul to shaft.
The End
As she entered the building she uttered not a word
Sounds from the outside could no longer be heard
In this quaint structure were books of every shape and size
Some held mysteries, while others held surprises
The library was where she found her inner peace
Each book to her was a masterpiece
Where imagination and wonder never ceased
And the fires of her curiosity increased
With several books in hand, she took a seat
And lost herself in pages that entreat
The book on poetry was her favorite one
It was both inspirational and fun
She loved the metaphors and the rhymes
whose meaning were woven into the sublime
Upon her, these verses cast a spell
In this place of books, where silence dwells.
Dusk fades again…must I entreat.
As glimpses peer over the sea;
Past borders of uncertainty.
Where love's yearning becomes a feat .
The minutes change to waves and rhyme
Nights follow his prints…sand aflame;
This trace I feel from whither came
My destiny on edge of time:
A breath; a sigh, I turn alone
A whisper blows as moments freeze--
The distant shores, a fleeting breeze
My prayers dull like hardened stone:
One rowboat tugs along the quay
Yet his image through mist unseen...
Until he calls behind moon's sheen
Our faith affirmed from heaven's ray.
John Hamilton's Best Rhyming Poem
April-July15,2018 Contest
Written 6/19/2018 Repost 7/10/2018