Best Inflame Poems
Perilous is the journey, sordid is the quest, flashing flirtatious desire,
Treacherous is gaudy aspiration, playing with torrid flames of fire;
No matter how thrilling, how visceral may feel this insidious chase,
Neither it is a road to endearment, nor is it a destination of grace.
Provocative is charming croon, simulating sound of love’s acclaim,
Exhilarating is ephemeral attraction, missives seductive inflame;
Audaciously feigning love, squalid is the phony paramour of shame,
Teasing emotions in tawdry games~ ignoble is his heartless name.
Allures of the dangerous dalliance, dazzle donning a seamy stance,
Hosting rendezvous immoral ~ an illicit dance of lurid romance;
Transient are escapades of infatuation, never meant to forever last,
Buried are their broken-hearts, in cemeteries of jilted forlorn past.
In interludes of life and time, wrinkles weary warn of receding age,
As lascivious phase, in book of life, begins to turn a fading page;
Revealing to glamor and courtship: the aura of beauty is long gone,
And nightmares of regrets have since robbed, avid dreams of dawn.
Obsession of lust wasn’t love~ admonish the sad memories of yore,
Promiscuity of casual encounters, pathos of remorse now abhor;
Wondering if it’s too late to long, for lasting bond of kindred hearts,
Before empathy of love departs, before the warmth of passion parts.
Musky fragrance inundates
my nostrils as I enter
the garden center:
a rhapsodic feeling
in idyllic surroundings.
The air is humid
like an Amazon garden,
heat barely tolerable
making my glasses misty.
Soft music, dulcet and sweet,
swamp the amazing conservatory. The caterpillar had shed off its chrysalis,
and a perfect swallowtail butterfly appears.
It fluttered here and there
tasting the marvelous flowers around.
My cup of felicity abounds.
All around a miscellany of colors
enticing the radiant buyer with anything
that catches his fancy,
and I, mad about plants,
run in frenzy
from pot to pot,
stand to stand,
plot to plot,
inflame my smell nerves
with sweet sapphire orchids,
enchant my eyes with
white bearded irises,
become delirious with
a blood red amaryllis,
inhale the fragrance
of a white gardenia,
or lose my mind
on a black eyed Susan.
Which exotic plant must I choose?
It would be my talisman for my home
What shall I buy?
A red pyramid astilbe,
multi-coloured plethora of petunias or
scented forget-me-nots?
Or better still a dwarf
Deep red rose?
I feel my empty pockets,
I let out an ephemeral sigh,
and go back home,
empty handed alas.
You fleet so blithely, unaware
That here I stand, awash with care
My heart is heavy, lost to thrill
Of dreams deterred, it’s had its fill
I think of all that’s left undone
Of trophies that I haven’t won
Your blessings you did not bestow
Now time is short, and that I know
You mock me, Life, with hurtful glee
For me no joyous jubilee
My zenith, passed, my strength has waned
But tell me Life, what have you gained?
One less soul to tempt your fate
And as I linger at the gate
So loathe to leave you, though unkind
In death no solace can I find
So in this time that still remains
Come let us kiss, forget the pains
Life, be enticed to lover’s tryst
Grant me the joys that I have missed
Let’s fall in love, before I’m gone
Admit, dear Life, you’ve done me wrong
Let passion bless my dying days
For only then, I’ll sing your praise
Inflame my veins with your embrace
No tortured thought, but blissful grace
Life, intercourse with you is sweet
In this full bloom, the end I’ll greet
Bathed in the beauty of release
Where every conscious thought must cease
In afterglow of ecstasy
Please end my life, and let me be
Eileen Manassian
Oh, my darling, how passionately you whisper to me
Secrets of forbidden love, titillating magical feelings
Mesmerizing romantic night in blossoms of dreams
Beckoning to heavens above to fulfill sweet fantasy
Alluring sensuous desires twinkling in glistening skies
As I feel your vibes, sparkling in your glamorous eyes.
Ah! river’s serene zeal rejoices your sensuous appeal
Rippling exhilaration emanating from tranquil stream
Sensing my arrival in tenor of soft midnight breeze
Rustling shamrock leaves echoing hearts’ tender music
As melodies of doting souls warble from smitten trees
Jubilant in aspirations, mythical fascinations reveal.
Chasing earthly passions in rhythms of ecstatic ballad
Oh, how I, quixotic star, inflame in your cuddling arms
Crooning breaths on sensual lips, answering you call
Satiating night you vied for, till I part at stroke of dawn
Leaving behind part me to forever cheer your heart
Inscribing upon eternal memories, fable of romance.
September 30, 2020
Placed 1st: Impacts and metaphors poetry contest
All music is relational
Even if the instrument itself is unconscious:
Like tree leaves in a breeze
Telegraph their praise in God's presence,
Dot and dash an earthy hymn;
Like an earthquake whose rumblings
Remind you that in geological time
All that we think of as solid and whole
Shares water's properties;
Even mountains bend the knee;
What was tight winds down, relaxes,
Like a German music box,
Becomes a cosmic "OM" at last;
Only whales, those connoisseurs
Of deep and low, perhaps can hear.
Our human ears span such a narrow range,
Need scientific augmentation to hear
Last ringing reverberations of "Big Bang."
For sound is not just vibrating air,
Our eyes too have their limits
As invisible stars also play their role
And human senses discover new symphonies
In the music of the spheres.
For doesn't vision inflame the heart as well
As guitarist strums and fingers dance on ivory?
Have you never seen a string's exertions,
Or felt invisible waves of tympani?
Yes, even bowels play a role!
And, oh, the stories told in sound alone
Can find their poetry in dance,
A music of another kind,
A kinetic vision of the soul itself.
Whatever touches heart is music,
Cannot be missed, only denied,
Oh, do not ask for whom God sings,
He always sings your song.
Long Tooth
April 21, 2016
Sitting next to me, you turn pages of our album
Unfolding sweet memories, treasured longingly,
Revealing verses of love in ballad of setting sun
Glittering autumn’s twilight on golden foothills
As blazing meadows inflame yearnings of visions
Beckoning us to horizon’s gamboge ebullience.
You remind me how we snuggled in its essence
When evening enchanted moonlit mountains
Stealing zealous glance of seductive passions
As tenor of desires rustled in crimson vistas
And smitten eyes gleamed in ruby winds of fall
Beneath millions of stars glinting heavens above.
Slowly you uncover amour of lingering dreams
Recalling fondly when we planted our seedlings
Watching them grow into vibrant blossoming trees
As spring of our lives bloomed scented flowers
And burgeoning seasons tallied passage of time
Reminiscing nostalgically in allure of bygone era.
Faded are the photos we peruse through now,
Amid falling leaves drifting on wings of eventide;
Each floating leaf evokes moment from the past
Inscribing its imprints upon autumnal canvas
As resplendent panorama revels our happy hearts
Swaying rhythms of night in your romantic aura.
August 1, 2020
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 20 – Free Verse 3 – Poetry Contest
Title chosen: Amid Falling Leaves
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Trimmed branches of remnant thought
Clutter the aisles of awakening
Gather passing particles of doubt
Struggle like a constrained tumbleweed.
A spark of truth, an errant idea,
Could ignite the entire maelstrom
Inflame a life’s mis-spent passion
Release the firestorm of hope.
Soft eyes a-flutter seize the flame
bathe in the searing purity
of vision without fear
of action without shame.
John G. Lawless
©10/20/2022
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
Hell's demons call again, my name.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
High hopes they had for me, in vain.
Their little girl is not the same.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
This inmost hurt, I can't explain:
A hollow shell of me, became.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
A thunderbolt you can't contain;
My madness only to inflame.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
Despair within me sits ingrained.
By giving in, I feel the shame.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
Intensity begins to wane.
This life, I fear I can't reclaim.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
*For Deborah Guzzi's The Twining Contest...
*Co written with Linda-Marie Bariana
"Calendar Caviar"
Windy Winter,
Snowy, chilling cold,
Shivering frosty flakes blow.
Winter runs from Spring peeking back
With childlike eyes, seasons hide and seek.
Showery Spring rains,
Thunder, lightening on window panes,
With patriotic claims to so inflame.
Summer beckons breezes wave,
Vacations in deep warmth enslave,
Autumn delights with changing leaves.
Trees must answer with colors of
Yellow, orange and red; Fall daze.
Nature's Royal Flush,
a potpourri of season's flair,
The shining star, of calendar caviar.
So mischievous was Aphrodite's dissonant minion of love
Instinct is discerning towards arrows released from above
With a dishonest consideration to environmental influences
He pulled back his bow
Finger still wet from determining the wind's lingering effect
On the emotions below
Releasing piercing assailants from the invisibilities of love
Instinct is discerning towards arrows released from above
Some say he carried a torch to inflame a cold lover's heart
After piercing it through
Or did the dancing flame's movements depict the direction
The winds of change blew
Whether through wind on water or fire, he shot off for love
Instinct is discerning towards arrows released from above
Scantily clad and trembling in February's cold air does not
Fruition in precision archery
Mix in a thin skin that stings in a shaking submission and
Cold hands shoot clumsily
Arrow tip is dipped in a poisonous mix of desire and love
Instinct is discerning towards arrows released from above
His alabaster intentions flanked by the callous and careless
Comprehension of a child
With no elevation calibration and a credulously nascent mind
Misapprehensions go wild
Sporadic, plastic, acidic, nomadic, orgasmic is erotic love
Instinct is discerning towards arrows released from above
Grey faced with white feathers his descending arrows know
No proper guidance
With knowledge as a shield I voice my own decisions with a
New found stridence
Venus plays with love as does a cat letting an injured mouse
Deliberately think it has made it safety to a hole in the house
To be an ethical shot the hunter at best should only occasionally
Succeed with his kill
Leaving the hunted the opportunity to take a stab at love with
Their own free will
The cannons roar, hatred inflame
Destruction, chaos, without shame
Our countries fabric torn apart
Pride and conviction rule the heart
Life as before we can't reclaim
Atrocities in freedoms name
Negotiations soon became
Words meant to stop, but instead start
The cannons roar
We won't remember them by name
Who heard the bugle's call and came
They, on the battlefield depart
Victims felled by the warriors art
The cannons roar
12/09/2011
Magically enticed, he approaches her
with raspy words of admiration;
teasingly exchanging starry glances
just enough to inflame a woman’s pulse
as they move through the caressed
slow pleasure of a dance under the lit
backbone of night…
In an unhurried motion,
the playful game begins as two conniving allies
flirt between the swell of coy laughter
and drop of clear logic;
while their mingled fragrance penetrates
the closed space to allow that near blooming
of a kiss : then she turns away
ruffling her luscious hair: innocently,
she winks a faltered goodbye
hoping this man would dare a rushed chase.
Flirt Contest by Lewis Raynes
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Why does the sylph
inflame me so
The symbols clashed
Within mine dome
as she like the fairy
flounced before me
I
like the poet Daver
of yore
heard the ambulance
rush toward me
yesss
mine heart clattered
when the flower without skew
leaned over
exposing
hern
purty poison
*years later ;)
Lexicon ; SKEW
C14: from Old Norman French escuer to shun, of Germanic origin; compare Middle Dutch schuwen to avoid
To Debbie - A dedication
Yours is the beauty to quench the thirst
of hearts of men, so love-forlorn
The truth of passion, yours alone
and only you can love-reborn.
And many shall flock to you en-masse
with dire a need to love inflame
I too, in hope, shall wait my turn
so strong the urge to feel the same.
The essence of love is all of you
and you, and you, and you, again
You are the true ‘sine qua non’
for love to be a worthy gain
Please gift to me a right to taste
of this good thing the heart creates
Please let me cast a longing gaze
upon the face that loving sates.
(The Fg 81.5.8)
Catching someone..
How do you catch someone's eye?
When you walk beside them.
Where the sound of their voice,
Mesmerises you - but the content floats past.
Could it be when they turn their head slightly?
Or do they move their vision away too quickly,
As you move in a shadow alongside -
Made up of granted history and assumptions.
What do you want them to see that they don't see already?
Are we changed in some way and require that confirmation, a sign of acceptance.
Or do we want to inflame a passionate response or conflict in their world.
How do you catch someone's eye?
When all you want is to be seen and recognised, for who we are now.
And in the catching, is there a sense of keeping, or is there an element of casting off older confines.
The catalyst for rising anew, through the fracture of a belief, long lost.
Will they see it in the glass and coloured reflections of our eyes?
Do the depths of us reveal themselves in the faint smile we return.
Oh how is the day seized and captured in that grain of time.
How do you catch someone's eye?
To say so much with a look,
To change worlds with a glance.
And be loved for the vulnerable entities that we are, as we wait for subtle yet powerful recognition.
To meet them and feel it resound in their touch and find acceptance in unfettered richness.
How do you catch someone's eye ....?