Best Glances Poems
Jazzy nights filled with romance
and glassy dreams !
Buildings lit beneath a sleepy sky
of smudge coal gray
His hand gently placed in mine,
a breath away from me
he sits,
sailor of my fantasies, ardor of my beating heart...
A sailboat retires for the night
on the dock over quiet waters
inside the cafe, music plays softly
like sensual summer winds
He gifts me a smile,
and stars appear,
sending light into mine !
Velvet time, layered moments
filled with enfolding bliss
We share one kiss !
Truth be told,
he is the soulmate I longed for all my life
I am lost in love's hammock,
rocked by his slow candor,
I feel loved, clothed in fleece...
Jazzy nights filled with perfume
and a budding slow romance
The saxophone plays on ....
we speaking softly to each other,
through silent glances.
Your mounted passion climbs, and I’m replete
With glow, to open mouth of eve-song’s fire
Inside your breath, as tender glances heat,
Embracing this and that; lanterns conspire.
Fingers trace our names among hungry stars,
Deepening blaze of love and quest for time,
And twilight warms one breath to yield afar
Thus, giving way to lip-kissed hours sublime.
We taste the wine of affection with grace
As rising dawn acknowledges our rites,
For passion is supreme, in dream’s embrace
On heady walks where laughter pure excites.
Until one day, a farewell drowns our lore
When moments strayed as endings, nevermore.
~Inspired by Meatloaf's Song with the theme
on the polarity of passion( expressed through love,
romance and devotion), and the indifference from
such by parting in the end.
Songs to Poetry of Debbie Guzzi
by nette onclaud)
a flick of the hair head tilt-
a little coquetish smile a teasing question
all part of the flirting game
tickling winking flattery giggling
speaking those sweet nothings
chatting up
flattering comments
long silly conversations
flirting can be just for fun or be more
friends co-workers total strangers
people flirt
its all in the body language the vocal tone
volume
intonation
feigned interest
the flirter sends out signals a touch a look
perhaps just playful or may be dangerous
a flick of the hair head tilt-
a little coquettish smile a teasing question
all part of the teasing game
can be flattering can be uncomfortable
or can be harmless fun or have more intent
blowing a kiss footsies under the table
raise an eyebrow a little hand touch perhaps
send a secret note
write a love poem
stage an encounter
flirters can be devious and relentless
the batting of the eyelashes old tactic
but it still works
next thing you know your
exchanging personal numbers
careful-
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July 13, 2015
Free Verse
For the contest, Flirt, sponsor, Casarah Nance
First Place
~ Unspoken Glances ~
We all bare crosses but some not seen…
A quiet place for our thoughts to lean…
No one knows each other’s fight…
Self-built walls and far from sight…
A long time ago I couldn’t move a day…
Consumed by choices that drowned my way…
Your smile each morning shines an inspired light…
Dusting away the clouds to where it’s bright…
Never knowing the life you changed…
From just two smiles that were exchanged…
Unspoken glances that moved my soul…
A forever thank you for keeping me whole…
It's not just the poetry of you I love, but
the subtle nuances 'neath your warm demeanor,
the way your breath kisses the nape of my neck
whilst you gently brush my hair aside my eyes
looking intently into them with the intensity
like I've felt from none other man's intentions,
how your lips coax the most wicked tendencies
& the mere sound of your voice makes me tremble,
in the way you covet my body with lustful bliss
when your desirous hunger is at full thrusting,
and the fiery familiar glances between our sighs
midst consummately surrendered breathlessness
I have learned to exist in the shadows, to slip through glances,
To be invisible in a crowd of faces, a different face for every room,
A sweet smile for strangers, a false tenderness for lovers,
A deep silence that echoes in my soul, an emptiness I keep only for myself.
I have been everything they wanted to see in me, a sculpture shaped by expectations,
But never something I could live with,
A collection of roles, a theater of others' desires, an echo without its own voice,
A soul that cannot find its place in the mirror of lies I've worn.
I wonder if I will ever find that corner of peace where I exist alone,
Where I can strip away the masks that are not mine,
To look myself in the eyes of sincerity and accept my imperfections,
To learn to live not just for others, but to be myself, to be whole.
I was an ethereal shadow in the corridors, a whisper of denim and shy glances floating among them,
Invisible in their noisy bustle, a ghost with a too-polite smile, always on the edge,
Their notes flew like grenades, exploding into laughter that tore through the silence eating away at me inside,
I wore their words like a second skin, tight and stinging, yet unseen by their indifferent eyes.
You once asked if I was okay, but your gaze slipped away before the truth could crawl out,
Still, your gesture was kind compared to those who carved stories in my name without asking for mine,
I screamed, but only inside, where echoes got lost in the corners of my chest, suffocated by silence,
My mute cries reverberated in the caverns of my soul, but no one heard them, no one sought them out.
I wore invisibility like a shield slowly turning me into a shadow of my own being,
Each day I rebuilt my wall of silence, brick by brick, hope by shattered hope,
The locker room was a battlefield where my only weapon was to go unnoticed, to melt into the background.
When I disappeared, they asked, "Why didn't she say anything?" as if silence isn't something taught by those who pretend to listen,
As if my voice hadn't been muted by their passing glances and the laughter that always excluded me,
As if I hadn't tried to scream through every timid gesture, every forced smile, every unshed tear.
Now, the echoes of my silence dance in the empty corridors of their memories, unanswered questions floating in the air,
And I, the ghost I once was, look back at the invisible girl and whisper to her that one day she'll find a voice,
That there will come a time when her words will resonate so loudly they will break down the walls of imposed silence,
Filling the locker room with her long-hidden truth, transforming the echo of pain into the symphony of her own liberation.
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*haiku: lady-love breaking up
my parasol shrunk
when it gathered black moss
a torn canopy
*tanka: man-in-love being rejected
thinning moonlight stoops
as do love’s perfume turned clay
clutching last gazes
of fruit’s anticipation
now i send notes with chilled thorns
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(( for Debbie Guzzi's " Love Talks" ))
Glances meeting changing lives
a look that draws another soul
giving fresh ideas, new incentives
pulling one away from hell-hole
filling life and more with resole
Friar of dark night
sullen glances brief broadcast
the unholy moon
Emerges from shadows loom
hidden clues to Satori
You know the old me
But I promise she's history.
I'm not going to be -her anymore
She's just a memory.
Well you have my whole past
I hope that the memories last.
Cause I am falling fast -in love
He really is the best.
I know you use to sweep
Me right off of my feet.
Smile, steal my heart again -And you'd
Make my whole world spin.
But he's changed my lifestyle
And it would take more than your smile.
So if we meet again by chance -please remember
Theres no need for a second glance.
Seasons pass with no apology,no pause...
thoughts hibernating with whispers so loud
words migrating,their drifting so subtle somehow
the horizon's stretching my determined focused view
the wind's singing so softly now,from my vantage point to you
and the clocks are just dragging,all this time away
you scream it in your glances,screaming for me to stay
jumbled puzzle pieces,that I must find
buried memories,haunted pictures...thoughts left behind
i take a quick glance straight ahead
"now tell me what you see..."
i see a broken hearted girl who's staring back at me;
i see someone who needs your help,
someone who needs set free,
i see a broken hearted girl who's staring back at me.
im quickly glancing at my scars,
"now tell me whay you see..."
i see the pain from 14 years
will someone please help me?
i never ment to hurt you
i just wanted to bleed.
i see the pain from 14 years
will someone please help me?
Romance built to woo
stops the pulse of the shoreline;
Hurricane glances.
I caught her glances reflecting
off my pain.
A ghost of the one divine, are
all that is left were her beauties
lain.
Yet I have seen her but once,
and in every dream by night.
If it is true that love is blind, I
have lost my sight.
I have seen the clock hands
every angle, time has yet to
fade.
The out line in my mind were
her beauty laid.