Best Nectared Poems
Like milk from blue mountains' swollen breasts, the fog
Intertwines with pungent campfire smoke, a blue mist
Frescoing my quiet river valley's primeval lap.
Twilight tiptoes, surreptitiously, spying on secluded tryst;
Interlaced, grape and honeysuckle canopy overhead,
Noddng blossoms dripping sweet fragrance,
Granting nectared kisses my lips cannot resist.
The blue moon peers through hazy clouds, then turns
Hiding his eyes from lovers unashamed upon the ground;
Emotion rising in his core, he looks again and sadly yearns.
Furtively, he draws foggy blankets o'er us two,
Orchestrating sequestered solitude until
Golden sunlight warms the earth uncov'ring me and you.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, July 5, 2014
The clock chastises me,
as painted petals bloom brilliance
in illuminated wonder that attempts
escape from the hidden crevices
deep within my beleaguered mind.
The beauty I seek is but an allusive dream,
flowing rags of worthless chattel
that fill me with words, heavy, like stone,
my rhymes but pointless emotional prattle.
Yet, still my need must pursue that dream
to create another verse so sublime as to define
me as me in a world filled with poetic doppelgangers
and, so, I write just one more sad, lonely line.
"Extant nectared incense she lit, burning inside, slow but alone,
Arrogant me, let her leave, as here I sit, awaiting the unknown."
Clever, perhaps, but are my words,
like the melancholy song of the lonely Lune,
beautiful?
Geez, or should I say jeez, no Cuneiform here,
shall I try once more...
"crystalline sparkles
achromatic winter jewels
spring paints with colors"
...to bring out in me that which,
through these many years of seeing
my world ravaged with emotional upheaval,
still, in its turn, allowing me to experience
love and enchantment from eyes
that held me in the warmest embrace.
"I see the storm as rage engulfs those lovely eyes,
the blue intrepid sea of passion's lost release.
Inside, the tears of torment flow to sooth the lies,
yet, pain remains in every moment's wish for peace.
As burning anger seethes inside of you
the path it seeks obscures your point of view,
and leaves the ragged scars of bitter love
left blurred like mist in sodden clouds above.
Emotional, these moments steal your gentle heart
and eat in to the darkened void that once was you,
but misplaced hate can not keep you and I apart,
when, with my shroud of love, your heart I will eschew.
I hope you'll see just how I feel for you,
for you are why I do these things I do."
Crap!
Total
crap I read!
and I chuckle
as I re-read it.
In a single sonnet,
iambic hexameter
and iambic pentameter,
the Bard must be turning in his grave;
I guess I'll have to try another day.
08/15/2018
When our eyes first met, in an evening's glow of twilight
the moon was rising, the world disappeared
I saw only you
we enjoyed a calm merriment
as love's breath crossed the unmeasurable distance
where we found a glistening glimmer of sensual glint
no words were spoken, none were needed
your eyes invited an enduring treasured moment of created memory
which will last through the harvest of our day's sweet nectared blossoms
and light the dim-lit nights
of entangled romantic interludes of welcomed fervor
wrapped in the wondrous arms of wonder
found in the silhouette of lovers painted in the moon-lit dark
where our souls reveal their ambrosia, without fear
in love's timeless universe of warm adoring realms of restive emotion
found in the eyes of paradise from our first greeting
when our eyes first met
sundown raised a golden toast to star-shows lovesome muse
vesper's champagne goosebumped in our veins
and filled a vacant streambed with a shifted stream
a plenished ribbon tying the juicy bow of our dewy dream
as sparks rained down we fell like two falling stars
showered in the shimmer of our dark-sky eyes
ready for the heady rush we rushed headlong
tipsy on the musk of jasmine air
a flower tucked behind one ear
petal-soft lips in search of honey sips
with readiness flaunted like an arched red bloom
as shadows supple like summer vines seized the Venus light
costly the mossy mat beneath our sleek backs
while the phlox moon blushed a pinkened swoon with our surrender
when our eyes first met west of sunset
the evening-star star dusted our gaze
I saw only you
as rainbow seasons whirl into December's pearl
hair once raven long since faded to dove
vintage heartbeats called in the past of the hourglass
tipping the balance in the fatality of time
yet-the old night hangs a Yule moon as full
as my arms are of you-still-
I see only you
8/27/21
Thank you, dear poet, dear friend, Susan
for the beauty of your words, the beauty of your heart
both hold me in awe, I am truly inspired by your skill...Frederic
SOLITUDE A LOVE KNOT
Rushing millipede of rain down my window pane
sadness drifts, glided uninvited ounce reef.
Unruffled even from billowing strain,
solitude steals unnoticed like a thief.
Tiptoeing feet over my naked crippling fear.
Verbiage expressed in trying train distraught.
I... yearning a life of dearest love cheer
let it be from solitude, it will sprout lots.
Loneliness prism echoes songs of sparrows.
Nectared bullet actions, a long tender sought.
Brushing my frozen hind with hues of rainbow.
In solitude, knowing thyself a love knot.
Healing ancient wrongs buried deep marrow.
Transfixed by time, dot by dot by dot...
(c)Olive ELoisa
5:09am
August 09, 2014
POETRY TYPE: RONDEL
Across the wide meadow of verdant green,
splashes of pastel pink waved in the breeze.
One of the lovliest wildflowers I've ever seen
appeared to ebb and flow like restless seas.
Delicate, the buttercup, its veins finger-traced.
This wildflower beauty with nectared center
stands patiently waiting with an upturned face,
welcoming pollen seekers with, "Please enter."
Enmass they flourish as a grand gift of Nature.
Growing in profusion, untended, they live and die.
They've inspired artists to paint their portraiture,
and innocently open their petals to the butterfly.
April 12th, 2017
Ode to a Flower(s) Contest
Shadow Hamilton
Beneath the glowing stars
our hearts whispered
the scent of roses claimed our souls
and we caressed the face of love
in starlight
before us was a sea of roses
fragrant and aromatic
a lover's paradise of blooms
that intoxicated us as we fell into the sea
to reveal the passionate universe within
and dream of nectared ambrosia
beneath a heartfelt sky
of wondrous wonder
where kisses were meant to capture
and crushed petals made perfume
filling the air with the scent of roses
All Clouds Lead to You
Imagine us, high above the earth,
Laughing on a silver-lined cloud,
Filled with sensuality and mirth.
You, feed me luscious grapes,
With such love and joviality.
Beyond normal,any conviviality.
Gentle droplets of rain, on us fall.
Brilliantly, prism-colored.
They invite me to your lips'soft call.
Where there is joy unsurpassed.
And not the least bit of sass!
Glad to leave the earth behind,
You, the only one, I will love.
For the rest of nectared time.
9/8/2020
As you are my love beneath a full moon
a rendered silhouette in splayed light
our arms are empty as our eyes consume
in wondrous dreams that lay before the night
the scent of fragrant love shares its rapture
fills the senses with our sensual glance
when emotion overtakes and capture
we treasure the heart of our jeweled romance
how quiet and naked is our desire
how tenderly warm our hands are when held
closer to the edge of moments prior
when lips softly touch and begin to meld
as the mouth of lover's drip nectared bliss
slowly their lips will part from their first kiss
I combed cool waters of your baby blue
crystalline Jewel as you waded waterfall
waves washing my stellar rainbow rays
arching it melted into the warm womb
of transducing tangoing Earth
Her Violet Flame devoured us both
as nectared dewdrops to fuel the fire
our soma swirling into ecstatic orange
oxytocined crane flowers whispering
wisdoms to a hundred yellow butterflies
fluttering and flirting
They circled a sunken Atlantean apex
atop where you ruled anew with Baconian
brown locks surrounded by sirens serving
savoury silver sardines, oolite oyster shells
sang solos as dolphins dived, oceanic mouthed
In Ancient Egypt you followed my runcinate
rulings or indigo sorrow siglums, sighing
becoming slimmed seeker who served
Thoth well whilst wreathing my wounded
worthiness and fallow fallopian tubes
at pyramidal plumed midnight hour
In our Grecian lifetime you draped alabaster
urns lighting my marble mantelpiece
I watched breath enter your nebulae nostrils
as you crafted provincial proverbs instructing
slaves to whiten your garb with lemons from
our sculpted garden
On lavender Celtic hills we exchanged kilts
not knowing whose waist was whose
barefoot we flaunted sleek sharp sapphire
studded swords dancing necessary wild wars
Who remembered and who forgot
where in ether our nestling niche napped
as games of betrayal, fear or doubt
doubled into involuting circles and spirals
each tried to neck THE VOID as naked
excuse for not excavating heaving Heart
How much escaping, escapades, evolutionary
clocks cloak our cusps or cues or custard
synchronicities
how many summer summit starlings must
seek to sing of sorrow or of wolves, withering
willows, watermelons on this Planet of
coloured curriculums
holding dear our distinctive designs where
lacy lament is but another aperture into Space
I seek not to know !
Once again
I miss the nothingness
the stale leftovers
of crusty bread
Once again
I yearn for something
which I ain't yearn for
I yearn for someone
who isn't there
Once again
the tear of joy
becomes a myrth drop
upon soft lips
Incensed cold ashes
cover flamed burns
Once again
I wonder why
Am I still hoping
Why do I come back
Why am I here?
I must go
I must leave quick
Afar from shelters
that won't protect
I must keep distant
from nectared hives
which dripples honey
in empty wells
Wells too cold,
Wells too shallow to dive in
with my last breath
Wells mirroring moments
of sweet proposals
yet cast reflections
of pure regret
Once again
I have to travel
to a place I do not know
To a horizon without a life-line
and let my spirit flow
Once again
I'll be the vagabond
who keeps on wandering
beating all bounds
on asphalt grounds
I' ll be the vagabond
on a new journey
Not to be searched for
Not to be found
I climb down into your wild world
Into a nectared dream
Of love's insatiable kiss
Where your hands like buds extend
To the naked glass of heaven
Like slender stalks
Clasped upon spring's sweet breath
In the first smile of the sun
When sad the creeping hours
Would starve me of the liquid
Kiss of your presence.
With a savage look
Of carnal longing
I plunge
Into the deep deep sea
Of your sovereign formed existence
Succulent as wild cherries
In nature's sacred chambers.
I climb down into your wild world
By the leaping fountain sprays
Ravenous, pure, untamed
When sultry stars would bleed
On beauty's charming lips
That in your comely charms
My joyful spirit wept
Among the dead leaves
Of barren silence
I toil in blind solitude
As if you're gone far away
Far far away
Into the moonless east
Into the wide wide arms
Of A foreign land
That our eyes may never meet
Though my heart recites your face
With a thousand eyes.
Dear poet,
today I read them a poem,
its symbollism I depicted with no mean gestures
its rhymes I mimicked masterfully
and in light tone of its satire I spoke.
Today dear poet,
of their imaginations I begged,
to walk down the lines of your well crafted poem
and rest under the cool shades of timely pauses.
See dear poet,
I beckoned them,
To play in the lushy lawns of your imagination
and ponder deeply of the mood set in your lines.
So I invited them dear poet,
to feast of your nectared thoughts
and weep of your words gall.
And then I waited............
This may be a morning dim,
Yet the sun will shine.
The day has just begun
And all the luck is mine.
The week has just started,
Birds sing in buoyant welcome;
This time around I’ll win
As long as I’m calm.
The month is still virgin,
Not a single day is spent;
I will have all the long days
Till pleasures begin to torment.
The year is new and all is fine,
None of my chances is spoilt;
More pleasured I will be this year
And spend more time under my quilt.
Everything’s unsullied new:
I’ll use every bit with thoughtful care;
I’ll taste all the nectared wines
And feel the whispery music of the air.
note in the margin of a book
I come here, and so often without mass or time,
Recovering my childhood's first absence from school
This is Dunstan River, and so celestial the clime
I hear water lillies breathing in the winking pool
Needlecase or lion flies, sentinels of the stream
In which a soul can see blue past the deep heaven
Let them in the schoolyard shout, I will dream
In the glow of green and light I sip the leaven
I must remember please do not fall asleep here
The tides move fast that cut against despair.
..........
Poem recovered from a note
Brawling schoolyard, frenzied desire
Balm of liquid green drenched
The flame; light falls wingless from trees
Deeper peace here's entrenched
Tomorrow is a girl, bright leaf
Drinking light; her lips taste -
Nectared flowers; yearning I love
Where water earth errase.
to kiss your lips, to drift away
and feel the allure of palms burning
soft tremors from love's timeless enchantment
where time trembles, and grows still
to wait shimmering souls
lover's hearts meet in crescendo
to bathe in warm eternal bliss
hunger's fluid floating motion
fill wishful wishes from this kiss
warm nectared petals
where beauty's bare blossoms bloom
plucked from lover's lips
feel sensual sensations
in rendered realms of romance
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