Best Fascination Poems
In the middle of the Universe, I stand-
my mind attempting to comprehend
the scope and wonder
exposed upon these printed pages
within this book of astronomy and space.
One hundred billion galaxies-
one hundred octillion stars-
trillions of them are suns like ours;
unfathomable to my human mind.
Through these pages,
in the middle of the universe, I stand
in awe, and ask-
Where are you Earth?
I see our galaxy, our Milky Way- full-color
on this wondrous special page,
and I almost miss that little speck-
that speck, our world,
with cars and people bustling here and there-
bridges, trains, skyscrapers, jets,
blue oceans with majestic ships;
the wonders of our age-
our great, important, busy, busy world.
Where are you Earth
amid this cloud of dust?
I find you on this page with straining eyes,
so lost among the stars, the planets, moons-
one hundred billion galaxies
one hundred octillion stars—
My home- my Earth,
a little speck,
a microscopic grain-
caught up in cosmic winds- with all the rest.
Hey there Mister Bobby May,
I am sure I speak for all
When I say,
That you are a steadfast poet
On Soup, your poems are of note,
Your charm and warm charisma
Are like hot chocolate and vanilla
Ice cream,
Your passion for poetry sails
On fluffy white clouds that
Journey in your vivid imagination,
With breath-taking fertile fascination,
Arriving at Awesome destinations,
Elating us all with your intense
Poetic creations,
So although it’s your poetry contest,
Perhaps I and many others
Would, with the fondest
Of thoughts, choose you as a friend,
Because the gems you have penned
Deserve to be mentioned,
For you always seriously evoke
Our devoted attention.
This poem is not for Bobby May’s contest.
It is for you Dear Bobby May.
It
was him,
and immediately
I felt the very moment he
too, saw me as I entered the room.
I averted my eyes, seemingly not magnetized,
yet his form continued to caress the corner of my eyes.
My entire body was so attuned to his every movement, I sighed.
Suffused with such warmth was I, knowing he was looking at me…alone.
I tried to turn away, but felt the searing heat where his eyes touched my skin.
I realized I was hypnotized, mesmerized by the power of intense attraction.
Minutes passed by, I would catch again his eyes, staring, brooding.
Overwhelmed by his presence, I felt such effervescence.
Senses wired to all that was him, I was exulted
to know that his eyes were as glued
to me as mine were to him.
Nobody, no one else.
Him and only
him.
He moved, the
second I floated to him.
I stopped, time to catch my breath.
Him whose strides came quickly to my side.
Such panther’s grace, eyes holding my stare, he smiled.
The wineglass in my hand trembled, serene not I, far from calm.
Suffused with much warmth was I, knowing he was looking at me…alone.
I turned away, and felt the searing heat where his eyes just touched my skin.
Hand on my elbow, he silently led me to where the crowds were, to dance .
Such arrogance, I thought I’ve had enough as a child, of dominance.
Yet I, surprised, felt the rush of liquid fire through my veins
with his large hand, warm and steady on my bare back.
Alive were all nerve ending, as we went dancing
through the night, I heard the loud sound
of the wild beating of my heart.
Suddenly…I was jarred,
and from a dream,
woke up
I.
Kim Patrice Nunez
DREAMS CONTEST - 10 th Place
SPONSOR: ROB CARMACK
23 April 2015
I see you...
above my porch;
Roses...
pink, red and white
dancing in delight
like my heart
beating
when your face turns
aglow.
I feel you...
'neath my skin...
warm as an ember
in the coldest winter;
YOU...
turn it to summer.
1ST PLACE
BRIAN'S SELECT B, any form, any theme
Contest Judged: 6/11/2020 1:45:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
3RD PLACE
Edward Ibeh's Pick-A-Title, Vol 18 - Yalto 2 - Poetry Contest
Dad, how much I loved you
You did not give me time to tell;
So quick was your way to depart
That sorrow and grief
That came my way
Are yet to breathe their last.
You knew how to play with me
Whenever I fell short of friends;
You knew how to never impose on me
Anything that I disliked;
You knew to take me out of punishment
The moment I had shed tears.
You knew to make me
Holy and intelligent
By the examples you did set;
You knew to give me time
Even if it was in short supply;
You knew to motivate me
By the inspiring deeds you did.
You knew to take interest in things
That were close to my heart;
You knew to show happiness
At each and every success,
That came my way in school.
Humble and generous you were
As none I have ever known;
The more I have dug deep
To unravel you,
With the brushes of my heart,
The higher have you grown
In my love and esteem.
Behind your gentle eyes
There was ever this much warmth
That knew to melt away
All traces of unhappiness
Clinging onto me
In my hours of despair,
And declare the spring of love and friendship
Even with all the ice strewn around.
Yet, you knew not to show me
Your pain and discomfort
As you plunged deep
Into the woes of health
And breathed your last;
My head bends to the Almighty
To have had been fathered
By a soul like you.
The mother
Inside her womb
A life
A baby girl
Welcome to the world....
Little one
So soft
So tiny
So cute
The father
He cries too!
Joyfully happy!
A family anew
Birth
One, then two...then three!
Pick-A-Title, Vol 18 Yalto 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
6-1-2020
Sincere lingering
brought forth by proclivity
infatuation fondness
Flowers in mid-spring
brought forth by simplicity
you are my constant conquest
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Abrupt appetite
brought forth by fascination
devoted eagerness dwells
Sweet scent, penetrate
brought forth by aspiration
laying down while you compel
~Written By: Laura Loo~
~Date Written: March 12, 2016~
A luminescent shimmer of stars,
bright as they were dancing
all aligned in perfect formation
With whispers in the air, romancing.
I thought I caught the subtle shift,
Time elapsing into space
As the moonlight drew its radiance
It was a delectable little taste.
How could I ever dare to dream,
When the universe is vast and unknown
I drown in anticipation
on what we can never own.
I possess a sense of fascination,
like a child struck with awe
To confiscate a moment of clarity
so natural and raw.
Life breathed into us by the Creator
dependent on our mamas ‘til we
take our first tentative steps
though so soon we fly
to the far reaches of the cosmos
up and away, physical and intellectual play
tethered to Earth by jobs which pay
for the fascination of our
solo ways
Sunlight tickles my eyes
Hypnagogic hallucinations steal the show
with surprise
A creature creeps
I gasp, in fascination’s glow
he leaps
He schemes
as toadstools blow
dreams
Sunlight tickles my eyes
I gasp, in fascination’s glow
dreams
When I first met you
you were so cute that
my brain just couldn't compute
so I suddenly went mute
As I stared in awe
Wanting to know you
Noticing that
the reason my heart ached was
because of you a girl
whose much more than a pretty face
I never wanted to make love out of lust
but then I realized
that it was in you I trust
So I must change
to show you
this isn't simply fascination
LONDON JOURNEY FASCINATION
First time on a mainline LNER train *
When you’re five’s a signal whistle
For six hours Kings Cross to Newcastle **
Sightseeing. Walk along platform to attain
The exit past the loco at the buffers:
In a forest of knees and suitcases,
The oiled steel engine’s grace is
Close enough to touch: my mother suffers
My adoration of its black livery
And emblazoned gold name “Woodcock”.
The time on the gigantic station clock
Shows our speedy, safe and prompt delivery.
Huge driving wheels and pistons are higher
Than my five-year-old frame.
Somebody cares well for that engine of fame
That steel rail non-stop flier.
Oh the trip is an exciting drama
I have comics to read and sandwiches and tea
But what never ceases to fascinate me
Is the moving view and panorama -
Oncoming trains go flashing by
Wheels a-roar and whistles blare
Nothing quite like this to compare
Too fast even for the adoring eye;
Birds sitting on the telephone wires,
Like musical notes in an unsung air,
Unending composition, unfinished movement fair,
From one end of the country to the others;
The journey long stayed in my memory
Made me a traveller inveterate.
Impact on me impossible to over-rate -
Imbued with the notion of discovery.
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Note:
* LNER = London and North Eastern Railway
** Kings Cross = London mainline terminal station
The ferris wheel holds a fascination for me I cannot explain,
It produces a profound excitement I find hard to contain.
It goes round and round with the wind in my face,
And I look down from above in my happy place.
From on top you can see a city bathed in lights,
It is alive, sparkling, with a view to excite.
Your troubles disappear when you are on the ferris wheel,
It produces instant gratification, and a joy you can’t conceal.
I’d like to bottle that feeling you get from the fair,
It’s an exhilaration you can’t get just anywhere.
Having a hot dog and cotton candy is part of the fun,
But the thrill of the ferris wheel can’t be outdone.
The story of seahorses is as enchanting as can be,
they’re a sweet little family living under the sea.
They wear skeletons on the outside for all to see.
One thousand eggs the dear daddy underlies
and gives birth to the babies called tiny “fries”.
A magical creature that changes color to pretend
to blend in with their surroundings for days on end.
Having skin not scales they are fish that transcend.
Seahorses only live under the warm tropical waters,
the proud daddy raises the sweet sons and daughters.
Blessings they bring to all children to love to gaze
in the turquois aquarium as the zookeeper displays.
Only seven miniature ounces a seahorse weighs.
Around the world fifty-four species do appear
and are under threat because of food and souvenirs.
Seahorses adore coral reefs and green seagrass beds
and have no teeth to eat so plankton they’re fed.
Under the ocean they’ve been known turn red
to match the debris found on the shoreline,
then back to yellow and green when they’re fine.
Seahorses are curious creatures so beautiful and slim
and when threatened by others, fast they swim.
They can catch their prey on a capricious whim.
I do think they’re an excellent and marvel creation,
full of dazzling charisma and captivating fascination.
Seahorses Contest
Julia Ward
May 6, 2018
the roots – i.e. genealogy of words long held me
(no pun intended) held spell bound
e'en upon fertilization of ova and sperm viz – conception,
an acute sensory means n'er got drowned
out via the bubbling, dribbling, huzzahing...
(from within and without the womb) while in utero,
especially when me then young spring chick hen ova mum,
and cock strutting cock
(doodling his due tee) oft testes handsome dad found
their coop t'would be increased by another
(at that time no means prevailed to foretell gender,
but an old wives tale hatched
since time immemorial stubbornly persisted
if the husband put right heir (ear) to the ground
accompanied with petsmart skills of a blood hound
a close approximation could be discerned,
whether the swelling abdominal mound
would yield a son or daughter,
which second guess passed thru
the umbilical cord shaped grape vine as re noun
splendor – giving participants planning a baby shower
purchasing and showcasing an infant gewgaw
costing no mo' than a best seller by Ezra Pound
or a couple rolling stones,
preferably those flat versus being round
with assessment sans prediction per sex of offspring
offered slightly greater hedge Tibet
with recent introduction of ultra sound
nonetheless genesis (unbeknownst to either parent –
trapped in that role for a life time)
this fetus took a fancy to imbibing verbalization
that transpired between when shine
warmed the cockles and muscles of this parasite – ha –
expanding his vocabulary prior tummy birth in nine
teen hundred and...(th beh so thee ya haint tell in –
go ask aunt Roadie) or...find someone name Stein
beck, and give yaw self a pat on the back faw trine
plotting a tentative addition to family tree or
(what would turn out tubby more apropos) a vine,
cuz ma late mum referred tomb me as her little monkey
who when born deeply engrossed reading about urine
thence, when the pediatric doctor snatched the book –
BOY DID I WHINE
which out shrilled any wailing police car,
or emergency hospital siren
thus...i got christened RED (for short), yet code named 120 db
which translates as the decibel threshold for pain
even afflicting the dead poet Byron.