Best Fling Poems
A delight for female eyes was his gorgeous face and strong physique;
His dark eyes lured them in, but his kisses left them spellbound.
The beauty of his skin could but briefly hide his fickle heart.
One summer he met at last the woman who could claim his heart -
A lovely Aphrodite to match this young Adonis.
With her wiles, she beguiled him, and his flighty heart then grew devout.
From June to July, boundless seemed their rapture; how they loved . . .
in brilliant fields of daffodils; on amber sand beneath the moon!
By August, he was on one knee with a diamond ring in hand.
Red anemones bloom in the garden where he saw her last.
The Aphrodite he hoped to wed was someone else instead -
Brawn and beauty are not all; a wise Athena finished their fling.
For Deb's Sijo Strings Contest
Steamy sultry night
Stars and lovers hearts ablaze
Midnight encounter
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
Inspired by Abe Lopez ~ Haiku Seasons Contest
You fling words
with the same concern
as skimming stones
offhandedly
and
unenlightened
not once
recognizing
the escalating consequences
upon the delicate ecosystems
of the human psyche
Risotto with shrimp and peas
Grilled romaine with pears
Lemon rolls with raspberry jam
Crisp Sauvignon Blanc
Strawberry –Rhubarb Pie
A warm breeze
Friends!
"Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps." —Charlotte Brontë
Spring heeds His voice,
Prepared to rejoice…
Spring showers wash away each fear,
Singing light across the new year…
Spring invites souls to the blessing,
As sun sings hope so impressing…
Spring whispers of His amazing,
Silencing the past, always praising…
Spring knows the time has come,
The dark of winter will succumb…
Spring risks the disgrace, the shame,
As the wind begins to play its game…
Spring, mostly alive with pleasure,
Restores the spirit’s joy, a treasure…
Spring erases all the tired,
Bringing new, it is inspired…
Spring’s smile, it is assured,
Brings peace that has endured…
Spring listens to His command,
Spreading glory, so great and grand…
Spring is God’s grace poured out,
On the heart who refuses to doubt!
Our love was fleeting, like a cloudy moon,
and when it ended, I kept asking why
you stole my heart, then said goodbye so soon.
I lose myself in memories and cry.
You said you cared, but clearly that's a lie,
and if I ask to talk, you only sigh.
So if I said I need you, would you laugh?
I'm sure, that is exactly what you'd do!
My tearful eyes can't see your photograph,
and all I want to do is dream of you:
the day when you return to love me too,
and then at last your feelings will be true.
You never told me why you turned so cold.
My mind replays the scene that fateful day:
you wouldn't kiss me, wouldn't let me hold
your hand, I couldn't figure what to say,
and numb with shock, I watched you walk away.
Too late, I thought of begging you to stay.
I wanted you to be there all my life,
and knowing you're with him, just twists the knife.
written 27th May 2019, for Emile Pinet's Urban sonnet contest
SPRING WINTER FLING
yet still winter
But there're some warm days
Still, it's winter
seen robins in trees
climate mild
temperature high
2/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Lune Poetry Type
3/5/3 Words Count
5/3/5 Syllable Count
Spring Fling
In the midst of the instinct to mate
she went sniffing around for a date
and once on the scent
all her energy spent
succumbed to spring’s arduous fate
John G. Lawless
3/4/2015
submitted to – Spring Forward – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Debbie Guzzi
Mother rams with baby lambs
for greener grass are hunting.
Mama cows spy mama sows
with piglets softly grunting.
Creature ma’ams are joined by dams
whose baby colts start snorting!
Calves and colts and pigs like dolts
in meadows are cavorting.
March 10, 2021
for Eve Roper's Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
(I learned a new word doing this, which kids might enjoy learning:
dams are female horses!)
From Wikipedia:
The word (dam) can also be used for other female equine animals, particularly mules and zebras . . . A horse's female parent is known as its dam. An uncastrated adult male horse is called a stallion and a castrated male is a gelding.
She was having a fling with the elves
She would catch them alone by themselves
Then behind Santa’s back
She would hit the old sack
She was lining them up by the twelves
Jack And Sue's Fling In Park
Jack wanted to hit the ball with Sue
Though his bat was small he liked to woo
Sue liked long fly balls
Ones that hit the walls
When Jack took his swing Sue played it through
5/15/23
Funny, Bawdy or Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Tania Kitchin
The decrepit Winter door drudges open drearily,
And with it, delivers a deluge of drunken delight--
Soft succulent sapphire skies violate my visions,
I stand suffused with muse and mystery in moiety;
A masked man in vast lands of vivacious vehicles,
Each infusing ineffable idyllic ideas into my mind;
Black and blue sockets, eyes beaten by the barrage,
Blinded by the balmy birth of a blistering breed;
This season on Earth, first fauna felt after the melt,
Helps herald the harbingers of heavenly halcyon;
Spring-suede-sod serenely softens somnolent steps,
Woken from within Winter's weary woebegone walls;
Lunges of my lithe legs leave languid lassitude lost,
A grimace graciously gone I gambol glorious groves;
Ethos ebulliently erupting into opulent olfactory scents,
Precious-painted-petals, the smell of perfumed petrichor;
Vestigial vents of weather'y whiffs and feather'y sniffs,
Revolvers of rhapsodic rays release heat upon my rust;
Consummate creations cascading comely conflations,
Slowly saunter splintered shadows of snowy sorrow;
A demure dalliance decadently drizzled in dulcet desire,
My forgotten fear of yesterday's forever falling flakes;
An everlasting elixir of eloquently enchanting equinox,
Fixes my frostbitten flaws and forges fresh life until Fall;
March 17, 2016
I saw a Pterodactyl on the wing.
And thought, “Isn't that the craziest thing?”
It then swooped down upon me,
put its talons upon me.
Asking, “Sailor, are you up for a fling?”
I nodded, yes. What else could I do?
So then up, up and away we flew.
We dove and then soared
until it then got bored
and flung me in a pile of its poo.
1/23/21
a scent on the dew
a trilling of horny frogs….
tadpoles in the mud
©5/9/2022
putrid air
pressing down
hot and wet
heavy weight
on my head,
my shoulders
hard to breathe
muddled thoughts
stooped body,
stupid mind
dripping brow
stinging eyes
tasting salt
on my lips
dragging feet
slow to speak
languished heart
beating slow
awkward thoughts
start to grow
timid touch
on moist grass
swirling clouds
high above
dripping rain
gentle tears
through soft hair
on my face
rainbow smile
now aglow
07/31/16