Best Fantasylonging Poems
Fingers pause across the ivory
longing to create melodies
Iridescence and subliminal flow has condensed within your fragrant bower,
a scene of isolated beauty that portrays the essence of all splendour and redeeming
power.
You are repose and renewal to my longing soul
which in hunger for such a sight could have stayed unrequited still!
barren and with plighted role unto my desperate ill.
Now seen suffused in the radiant glow of you, like mirrors
are placed surrounding flowers inset in your resting place or in bunches,
frieze like and still, are coloured floral showers.
They experience no passing hour, in lilac clad repose, you gift this domain
with abundant russet locks a’ spray in a cascade of feral purity
shining vibrant gleams, diaphanous and serenity proclaimed.
You exude ephemeral and delicate majesty in coalescence
with this limpid mystic scene, pure spiritual visions profound combine
with siren-like illusion seen.
Desire calls as from traces etched on heavenly walls,
reflected pinions fan-like show through emerald hued illumination
in subtle sweeps below the surface of this inviolable creation.
© Joe Maverick 21-02-2011
Footnote: I have written this piece for the Reflections contest by Constance La
France. This is a fictional write and I ascribe none of the above attributes to the
scene or character names, these same attributes belonging solely to Yahwah, the
one God manifest as Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
Take off your veil o beauty,
your moles can't hide your sorrows and nudity,
is the longing causing quiet and peace?,
you will arrive again and him will seek,
loaded with stones and shaded with shades,
like a beautiful bride smiling in escapade,
decorated with black and a flirtatious tiara,
seduce your lovers and take them to euphoria,
celebrate your wait before he arrives,
elevate our senses and your lover deprived,
following him daily is your ritual,
fortunate our advantage he ain't so punctual,
you wait patiently with your tiara and stones,
maintain utmost calm in stubborn bones,
make no movement, make no sigh, wait for him and you hope high,
hours have passed and centuries gone,
your undying love and longing never groans,
He appears finally... smitten by your charms, wishes to grab a chance in your game of trance,
smiling wide and filled with power he squishes your moles, feeling like a tower,
you don't smile... you don't cry...rather shy away and think not fine,
to let him feel... so long denied,
with red cheeks and crimson temple...you smile at him nonchalantly,
he comes in your way and questions you gallantly, no reply, you don't try
to forgive and give...love long declined,
angered and suffered he aims high and breaks your tiara so crystalline,
slip away o beauty!
Shadows define your presence in his agony,
slip away o beauty!
To arrive again in your stones and nudity......
Friend - Can you show
me the way to Middle Earth?
Enough of this century
of angst and warfare
My desire is to see
elves singing in the
twilight
The creations of the dwarves
beckon to me
and I understand their love
of mirthril
Friend - please point
me in the direction
of the Last Homely House
My longing to see Elrond
and Arwen Evenstar is
something I can barely control
Does your map show
the way to Lothlorien?
Celeborn and Galadriel still
reign in that enchanted wood
I pine to see mallorn trees
Do you know the way
to the Shire?
I want to be there
in early autumn
When the harvests are in
And I would like to
quaff cold Shire - Ale
With any Baggins, Took
or Gamgee who will
drink with me
Friend - Please show me
the way to Middle Earth
Let me take you to a land,sit my sweet and listen,
about dragons,and wizards, and fairies that glisten,
where the sun shines red,and the land so blue,
and raindrops so pink when they shower on you,
and you walk through this place,that kisses your feet,
and animals follow,they are longing to meet,
strange and gentle they follow your sound,
our sing attracts with the music around,
together we walk and take in the place,
and i look down at you and your little face,
but now we go home and wake from our dream,
and remember,and talk about all that we've seen.
Form:
In rampant destruction cities over run by the sea,
On high ground she tames to love the ones still alive.
The helicopters move with in the dark war clouds looking;
For survivors from the holocaust that plagues the earth.
Some that survive are jungle women on the mountain slopes,
Digging for food in the under growth of wild green bushes,
Together they compliment each other in their searches;
With longing she holds the reptile to learn she is alive.
Forsaken the humanity collapses around her,
Enjoys his supple moist body trailing over her naked skin,
Waking to the joy, like a man’s hand crushing her softness.
Wishes for the lords’ intervention to end her ordeal:
Yonder behind the lone big boulder a young boy watches;
Wondering if she was a worthy suitable match for him?
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