Best Murmured Poems
POTD 23rd June 2019
Maria Williams
Presents
Dance to Love
A tribute to my Dad, the late - Wilfred Forbes
She danced with wild abandon
she danced without a care
With sun kissed skin, her arms flung wide
Wild flowers everywhere
I chanced upon this secret glade
while walking early morn
A sacred aura surrounded it
a jewel in the dawn
A type of place where angels dwell
A place of Hopes and Dreams
A magic place of lush green plants
And sparkling bubbling streams
I drew back lest she saw me,
I dared not break the spell
Wild petals swirled around her
and to the ground they fell
Like homage to a Goddess
that she must surely be
For Gods to but gaze on
not mortals such as me
She twirled around so fast
I could barely see her feet
And even though I stood afar
I knew she gave off heat
When her tempo slowed right down
the air became quite chill
The Elements were but her slaves
she ordered them at will
I could have watched forever
so mesmerized was I
What would I give to dance with you?
I murmured with a sigh
To dance with wild abandon
with this Angel from above
A hundred birds would sing out loud
to watch us Dance To Love
by Maria Williams
This tribute is an enactment of a vision as told to us by our late Dad, which he maintained he witnessed as a young man.
He was an extraordinary orchestral musician and teacher to
some world greats.
He was accomplished in no less than 18 instruments, his favorites being the lead violin and xylophone (played with 8 hammers).
Thank you for listening and watching this video.
Copyright © June 2019 Maria Williams
Video arrangement, production, direction
and compilation:
Ron Williams
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Jayne Hartanto
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POTD 23rd June 2019
The powder of white sand holds her flesh
close to his musk pelvis
as she gasps with the murmured waves
trembling on the coast
of a fragrant mouth against a manly tongue,
and they lay on hidden grass
in an old Ipanema cove
where rippling strokes fondle
the east and north of her sylph-like
curves: amidst the liquid Brazilian dusk,
her flowing hair sinks from the lapping
of crest in rhythmic grinds;
tanned fingers exploring
a soft canal of a nymph's heightened pleasure…
by the sea- bend, he pulls her creamy thighs
like a driftwood sailing
afloat upon each quivered abandon
while they melt under balmy trees…
without the need to speak.
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I was a gentle whisper upon the wind
That swept over the green valleys
I climbed the height of the highest mountain
And murmured softly as I descended the slopes
I picked up speed and started moving swiftly
Over the plateau and the sun swept plains
I picked up speed and started to howl
Whistling around corners and pushing gust after gust
Bending the trees till they touched the earth
I reached the open water and the lapping waves became huge swells
Higher and higher went the waves until the white caps hit the shore
I took the rain and pelted it against the earth
Harder and harder as if in an angry rage
Then I blew my self out on the open ocean waves
Exhausted, I once again became a whisper on the wind
The remorseful ocean murmured her regrets
For the fierce tantrum
She had thrown the night before.
She unfolds her pleated skirt
Along the shore
And whispers,“Come.”
She has seduced me before
And is trying again.
Her tide’s long arms
Wrap lovingly around the rocks
And lavish wet kisses
On their craggy faces.
I hold her in my heart
And dance with joy
On the sun-drenched sand.
She is a fickle lover
Who ever toys with my heart
And draws me
Down to the sea again.
She danced with wild abandon
she danced without a care
With sun kissed skin, her arms flung wide
Wild flowers in her hair
I chanced upon this secret glade
while walking early morn
A sacred aura surrounded it
a jewel in the dawn
A type of place where angels dwell
A place of Hopes and Dreams
A magic place of lush green plants
And sparkling bubbly streams
I drew back lest she saw me, I dared not break the spell
The Autumn leaves swirled round her and to the ground they fell
Like homage to a Goddess, that she must surely be
For Gods to but gaze on not mortals such as me
She twirled around so fast I could barely see her feet
And even though I stood afar I knew she gave off heat
Then her tempo slowed right down the air became quite chill
The Elements were but her slaves, she ordered them at will
I could have watched forever so mesmerized was I
What would I give to dance with you I murmured with a sigh
To dance with wild abandon with this Angel from above
A hundred birds would sing out loud to watch us Dance To Love
This story continues in my Poem arrangement 'The Sequel - Dance to Love - Part 2'
My last post before Christmas. May I wish a Happy and Holy Christmas to all, and a healthy New Year. ~~ Victor
*****
Someone saw me dance
in the town's square
covered with white snow
around the decorated pine.
The lights blinked brightly,
pseudo parcels hang here and there,
music murmured muted carols
as midnight slowly neared.
On top of the pine, a star
was shining strong and silvery,
all around the branches green
tinsel sparkled joyously.
Beneath the tree, a manger stood
reminding me of days gone by,
when a poor couple arrived
at a small but crowded town.
There was no place for them.
The child was born in poverty,
in the town named after bread.
Is there a place for Him now?
Someone saw me, but went on
alone towards his dreams.
I danced unaided around the tree.
And a very long time ago and far, far away,
Beyond this earthly realm in a magic lovely land;
Can you imagine a beautiful girl who loved nature,
Deep in a lush green forest dwelling happily all day.
Everyday she followed a vine tangled mossy path,
Flowers wild and lovely and perfect delighted her;
Gathering them all in her arms to carry home,
Happy and free the girl roamed without any fear.
In a cave close by lived a mean and evil, ugly, old witch,
Jealous of the girls beauty she murmured;
Kneeling in front of a swirling caldron whispering low,
Live in the forest forever as a butterfly, my pretty!
Moments later the girl was a pretty delicate butterfly.
Now years have passed and the girl is doomed;
Only to live as a butterfly in the green forest forever, then,
Pushing through vines one day a mighty dragon saw her.
Quietly, each day he watched smitten, he was so dazzled,
Realizing soon it was love, he blew her some puffs;
Sweetly she floated to him swirling, admiring his lovely hues,
Together they roamed from that day, amongst the green.
Under the stars they slept, he held her with his tangled tongue,
Vivid were his amazing colors and his love;
Walking a forest path one day the mean witch saw them,
Xanadu was their existence and she felt a sadness for them.
Yearning to make things right, she turned him, and so;
Zillions of years have passed for two beautiful butterflies, drifting.
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July 3, 2015
Abecedarian
Submitted to the Premier Contest Number 7
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In Silence
Sighing, gales vibrate, release the dance
Between avid oak in crimson hues -
Delicate golds, amber and carroty red
Maples delicate muse, autumn stillness, hush
Erasing the summer, quieting…
The sunlight whispers raining down
In silence, pretty secrets
Perfect reminiscences
Whispering, gentle breeze, reflecting the shadows
Brought to life, silhouettes breathless, echoing
Peace inspired by the embrace of vibrant colors
Inspirations so alive, thriving in pulsating lights
Saying a quick goodbye to the past
Where still, cool waters smile liquid laughter
Stirring the promises entwined
Knit together like prayers
Prayed by hearts
Who know that this season, harvest time, autumn
Brings wisdom, insights into the wonders murmured
Like endless pleas for the kindness, the creativity
His hand brings to the world He crafted from naught
Spoken into existence by His voice, His utterance
Expressions of beautiful, awakened
To the miracle of creation, the design
Brought to life by His light
The wonder of His thought
Because I know Him, my Savior, my Maker
Autumn feels like the imagination adorned
With blushing tones of compassion, charity
Sensitive words lasting in pages, scriptures
Portraying the riches of His splendor – His mystery
The answer to every prayer lies there
Amid the verses, the poetry and promise
Like falling leaves, in silence
His love abides, grace inspired…
By the One I know as real love, real hope, real life
Savior of the world – redeemer of the heart and soul
Deliverer of the spirit who looks to Him and believes
In a love that is alive and can only be received
By those who know Him intimately, trusting
His gift of grace – His book’s answers
His forever in heaven
His eternity, the blessing
Freedom, forgiveness…
A reason to listen – in silence,
To His guidance!
Ash - grey chemised
she shifts her shape
as silver flakes float coat
stripped naked places,
sheath curves and angled spaces
Angry glitter tingle stings
thick earth skin with prickly flames
and rumble rise regurgitates
shimmy - shake shudders
in magma's deep thrombosis.
Her feather boa plume
tightens hot cloud chokehold,
acrid smoke flung up in air
without a care, heat exhumes
her arrival, announced fiery flounce -
Hot air blast flicks ash everywhere
Grande dame, her vital force runs hot,
and bold, red and gold- full blooded flow,
feisty fight to escape fate,
inner pulses push a violent urge
to bleed and drape red lava's cape
across green fields, human habitations
Unplacated, rising up, proud impairment
anger virulent, out of hellbent
immolation via pyramidal vent.
She lifts her tiara, red ruby globs,
hurls evidence in defense - great blobs
of royal reign - no abdication!
Throaty roars rend intonation
into screeching supplications -
She knows full well, soon enough,
her phoenix fate infarction
Too late for earth's burst heart
High drama is a living, dying art
Impassioned pleas too late for some,
Earth's burnout buries victims in her wake
High on an island hill,
the boy lay crushed, and still
on temple altar, throat cut, bled out
Hurried offering, did not appease,
nor bring softening release
for angry, ancient mountain
Head caved in by falling blocks
of measured, square cut stone,
the priest grovelled on his knees
Gravel filled their mouths, no space for pleas
No one heard half- whispered final groans
And Earth, once she settled down,
murmured not another sound
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The whirlpool stars of the Milky Way appeared when she was feeling grey.
Mother-of-pearl constellations shimmered across her skin in the candlelight.
Saturn’s red rings spiraled wildly at her climax—
A solar flare unleashed in breathless surrender.
Turquoise desire bled into solemn greys,
And those greys married verdant dreams, swirling in slow motion.
To gaze at her was to weightless drift in a heavenly sky,
A vacation from this unforgiving world.
Her allure was all-encompassing, enchanted and unique,
Spiraling me into a pheromone-induced high
Each time she glided by like moonlight on water.
She was a celestial mesh of chaos and charm
Unreachable, until the universe paused and she murmured, stay.
She was staring at me but i was staring through her,
Her eyes full of beauty,but her soul in tears,
Though she smiled,i could see the grief deep in her,
She tried to hide it but i could feel the tussle within her,
As i asked her what her troubles were,anxiety overwhelmed her,
As tears rolled down her pulpy smooth cheeks,everything seemed quiet,
At that moment i couldn't think of anything to console her,
And as i stared at her with sympathy,she tried to murmur out something,
It was too much for her,i had to hold her in my arms
And with tears in my soul i murmured,
I may not be able to whisk you from this hell,but allow me to walk you through it.
~the_lamp
How rainbows covet lily bells
that chime the dulcet birth of May
with murmured notes in fay pastels.
How rainbows covet lily bells,
mellifluous in shaded dells,
to mime in tranquil bloom manque.
How rainbows covet lily bells
that chime the dulcet birth of May.
5/3/18
Celebrate May with a Triolet
Andrea Dietrich
Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a
lotus leaf upon a sea
It floats on a lake of blood before
dawn turning hot burning blue
heat of her own blood
gold of her own heat
‘Let her not drown in
bloodied gold of red
running thick and deep’
So she murmured, so they did
To a shore of soft sand
Heart sailed escorted by
obsidian lidded dragons
gloomy gold unshackling
Guts, throat, tongue
puddle, pond, lake of
blood transmuted to turquoise
gold and blood morphing
Cupids created decoupage dishes
with bloodied dollars gold
called for another stint
to alchemise pentacles cold
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PUBLISHED: Edge of Humanity Magazine
September 26
In my chair near the window
I can hear the wind howl through
the brick, and echo off concrete
as it passes its rumors fro and to.
The whisper of the wind calls my
name as sweetly as a lover might.
I shiver at the nip of its sharp teeth,
pull my old blanket round me tight.
Once winds of spring murmured
to me of love and delight to be had.
Told me stories of things awaiting me,
whispered softly of the good and bad.
Summer wind sang to me of desire.
Hot flames that no wind could tame.
Blowing hotly round my curiosity,
delighted with its erotic naughty flame.
September winds were slow and sweet,
cooling the fever of a riotous mind.
Winds that whispered of contentment,
winds that were so soft and so kind.
Now winter’s wind circles me round,
seeking small places that it may creep
under my blanket and blow frigid on
my toes as I prepare for final sleep.
Oh, it whispered to me all my life,
but I never noticed it was even there.
I shiver as it tells me tales of other
universes, but soon I will no longer care.
And a long time ago and far away,
Beyond this earthly realm.
Can you imagine a beautiful girl,
Deep in a lush green forest dwelling.
Everyday she followed the tangled paths.
Flowers bright and lovely delighted her,
Gathering them in her arms,
Happy and free the girl roamed.
In a cave close lived a mean witch,
Jealous of the girls beauty, she murmured
Kneeling in front of her caldron whispering,
Live in the forest forever as a butterfly, my pretty!
Moments later the girl was transformed.
Now years have passed and the girl is doomed,
Only to live as a butterfly in the forest forever.
Pushing through thick vines a dragon saw her.
Quietly he watched butterfly floating and drifting.
Realizing he was in love he finally, said hello.
Sweetly she drifted to him swirling and twirling.
Together they roamed all day in happiness,
Under the stars they slept, dreaming.
Very much, in love the butterfly and the dragon.
Walking a path one day, the mean witch saw them.
Xanadu was their existence.
Yearning, to make things right she turned him.
Zillions of years have passed for two butterflies drifting.
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July 3, 2015
Abecedarian
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