Best Notion Poems
soft kiss lingers on
moistened and primed inner thoughts…
pulsing heart trembles
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fifth Place Winner ~ "Sensuous Senryu” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Francine Robert
July 26, 2011
a false conviction
rejected consideration
Have
Notion
To love you
For all of time
After our brief eighteen years together
Today's mentality and attitude
is not as sound as it was yesterday,
and the chosen path didn't diverge
from the distant past so affected
by the miracles that happened, but
the skeptical was the arrant liar...
desecrating and devaluing divinity,
detaching from the undeniable Designer!
And whoever dredges up this regret,
and doesn't question truth:
has entered in a cosmic dimension
which disarms anyone willing to discern,
and cease the lament of not seeing enough miracles;
piety made the saints grow in compassion,
and their constant devotion was an expanse of faith...
never extinguished by indignant words!
Be like them, never fleeing the dying sword,
speak kindly to them, and make them see their vileness;
and whether it was willful or not ...be merciful and virtuous,
and change their visceral spirit with the noblest word...
have the wisdom of the Prophets who were inspired by God,
and brought a rebellious people back to their Lord!
A vagrant person won't find a tranquil place in days,
trenching on a stark wasteland...where no trees ever grow,
the arid air welcomes nothing but sunlight;
be illuminated by spirituality and remit any sorrow
to reprove silliness and resentment ...
and finally put aside the notion of not seeing enough miracles!
Finger tips trace these scars like rivers of pregnant silence,
Your hands are like the touxh of midas,
Each stroke makes me feel good,
Lips touching flesh, its an erotic shade of a thousand colored rainbows,
Painting my mind with such vivid colors,
Like flavoured water, i just cant get enough of you
Tongue wars of ecstacy, passionate phenomenal emotion, course through my veins,
Soft sighs of whispered cooing, awakens my senses,
The ajar door opening an endless string of satisfaction,
Enthralled by your hypnotic eyes, warm and brimming with devotion,
I find myself caving in to your dimpled smiles,
Our bodies are like temples of gold,
Glistening mountains of strength, each peak,
Oozing scintallating iotas of lust,
The worlds just been turned up a hundred and ten degrees,
my souls pounding against my chest,
My hearts threatining to give in ,
But everytime the edge gets closer, you right there to pull me back.
Bliss, a paradise I don't wanna leave.
Heaven, a place of perfect happiness.
Forever, stuck in your embrace.
Moment, time just stands still
Lightening ,flaring sparks of passion
Perfect, just you and me.
Us, a strong love favoured by the Gods.
Happy ending, ride off into the sunset never looking back
A fantasy of unprecedented emotion, endless devotion and relentless love.
But like a man caught in the downpouring rain, soaked through,
That is how my heart and creativity is brimming with devotion.
Every single word and letter, is filled with meaning and passion.
I need you, for without you Im nothing,
Just an empty page filled with empty spaces
A love letter to a person, I hold so dear to my heart. Doesnt know it yet but Im insanely inlove with this individual.
Never can stop thinking about this individual.
Its all a matter of time before everythin makes sense, my emotions are just too.strong to convey via word of mouth, so I write poetry to make you notice.
But you so stuck in your own world that you dont even see me.
A flower will start off as a simple bud/
It then will grow forth !
As when birds in Summer tend to move North/
Yet as the flower may bloom/
There is often found room in which to grow,
Have a positive mindset in life,
Longevity !
There will be many storms !
Yet we all must not allow them,
To dictate what may happen in the future/
Today be a positive light to a darkened place/
Live by example !
Cause many people are watching !
They will be looking for some hidden quality,
Hence, a bit of understanding/
Perhaps it's determination or a great sense of integrity !
Yet without cement to hold a brick it will eventually fall/
This isn't some store bought item that one gets at their nearby mall,
Let all your words be few yet sweet and sincere/
For far too many people in life,
That don't even bother to care/
Just then a little bird had whispered in my ear/
Yet none the worse for wear,
The heart is deceitful above all things !
Still who can know it ?
A true friend is rather polite and sincere/
To the one who will often show it,
Set the standard high for yourself !
For whether you fall,
You will know in your heart/
That you gave it better then some college Joe try,
Try to keep your mind on just one thing/
For this is the essential key to your success !
There is a faint chatter very far off and distant
Doth my ears deceive me?
This intonation cannot simply be so persistent
Like a vastitude of rattling leaves in a halcyon tree
By this I am disposed to pursue such clamor
In doing so, I am overwhelmed with much anticipation
And stroll onward in a much troubled manner
To only discover a man in anxious prostration
I curiously ask, “Sir, what is the matter?”
As the man gradually rose to his feet
He said, “They all think I’m crazy, a mere mad-hatter”
The man was a philosopher, surely discreet
A lesson I did learn, to bear fruits that are good
And to truly be great, is to be misunderstood
Sailing over the elegance of sweet memories,
the pleasant havoc put over by the unsaid words,
And the melody of charm poured by heavenly fairies,
begging the mercy , savored by the lousy lords,
Thought it would last, but it seems
even the sympathy of whistling breeze may not last...
Frozen in the depths of softening silence,
The hustle of the blazing time,
and Lotus smiling out of the diamond pleasance,
gathering the smithereens of moments into one charm,
thought it would last, but it seems ,
The lust of life must fade into its transience....
She lived and died
Where she was planted
In the mountains, on this earth
Where silence filled her heart
Raining wonders through her
Dreams and whispering
Joy through her pains
She lived in the mountains
In the quiet of a place
Surrounded by pines, oaks
Adventures, warm and bold
Like the sigh of summer
The dance of falling leaves
Empty promises, melodies
Mysterious and breathless
Like their questions
She died in the mountains
In the still of the night
Where hearts were broken
As she exhaled her last
Breath, on the lavender
Smile of a memory, a thought
Prayed by the stranger
Who only knew she was gone
Wind blows to set strain apart.
Yet, sheep joyfully bear it a cross.
Hardly do they mind to depart,
Rather tag the fight posse.
Im not fake.
I bake natural cake.
It may really ache
And take time- for a sake
But never been opaque.
With joy, pen swims through tunnel:
For sacrifice, mind walks through the valley;
Fastening pages to the trunnel,
Trading lines and stanzas energy for galley.
Outpouring enough through grace funnel...
Flying birds, quills feather.
Chirping sounds good a say,
In all kinds of troubling weather.
Knowledge grows not grey.
Don't just know YOU:
Somewhat stupid and funny, a star.
Not only in all you do,
People choose to write you memoir.
For he calls this season an autumn,
the leaves fall? Or for she sees the falling leaves,
is it the autumn? Another season moves along with the clouds high above
For the falling leaves are the autumn,
for the autumn is the falling leaves,
the winds hanging on the roadside tree branches
cast the shades of colors at the dull grayish pavement to add variety;
yellow, red, purple, brown…
For the hue of the sunset I have left behind the old home,
the full of reminiscences turn into the falling leaves
and pat the windshield of the car I drive.
For the unforgettable names I utter over and over again,
the full of reminiscences turn into west wind and brush through
the window of the car I steer
When the car passes over the fallen leaves
I walk on the same leaves piled on the hillside path of the old home I left behind, when the car sinks in the evening glow I walk under the same sunset glow
by the riverside path of the old home I left behind
Waiting on defeat, the feet
I'm whimsical, captured, no bondage
Unrestricted
I have inclinations
No bondage freed from our regrets
Waiting on the beat
Notions unrestricted
To prance away
Say what, what you say
Dancing displayed, non controlled
No acknowledgements
Notions unrestricted
Waiting on the beat unbound non inclusive
Awaken dreams a dancing machine, galloping liberties
Unfettered, uncovered, uninhibited, unrestricted
Free to the fancy, fancy toward the freed
Given all that's liberty, give me liberty
People all, all you people stand on your feet
The feet of creation stand over circumstances deeper than oceans
Crawl, walk, run, fall in we're all notions unrestricted
I want an Andalusian woman.
Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin.
One who looks beautiful in a summer dress
and has a Gypsy song in her heart.
All men dream of their ideal woman
and I'm sure most never actually find them.
Most of the time we find one who is the
complete opposite.
Compromises, always compromises.
But I hear Lorca's guitar weeping
and the flamenco rhythms in the Mediterranean
air, coursing through my Mediterranean blood
along with every other silly notion I've had lately.
Over 1200 poems I have constructed, written
bled, cried for, endured tremendous insanity
What do I have to show for it...
just more pencils, just more pens
5 more unused notepads
and a decaying, boring, repetitive, bland outlook on the rest of the world
If I were to clone myself, I'd beat myself black and blue
for reasons I can't uncover
for I scribbled all my mistakes
and silent distastes
Love, what infamous notion did I ever truly believe I'd find it
I'm only 18
the only my age believes in are flings
what a blasphemous thing
Am I overrreacting to my recent weeks
I could be
Don't remind me
I am aware some lives are worse than my mine by 10x
but I'm not living their lives
just dwelling in my own personal mini tragedies
As the hour sinks into 9, I sink into darkness
ever so slowly
I have the urge to seclude myself in my cocoon of covers
but it's been said and done
I chuckle at the thought that I was believed myself invincible
hahahahahaha
....I'm only indefinitely vulnerable
I entertain the notion of leaving
For a day or for a year
Is really no matter to me
The idea of a wandering star entertains me
Orbiting your thoughts
But never quite landing
Or at least not long enough
To hold your attention
Or your hand
Until the day
That you notice your satellite missing
And you look up
Only to find me
Next to you
I entertain the notion of leaving
And never coming back
To see the sea and smell the ocean
Watch blue skies turn to black
The thought of sadness intrigues me
Much as pain is for fun
I’d like to see someone mourn me
As a friend, a brother, a son
I entertain the notion of leaving
Perhaps just for these words
I entertain the thought of you reading them
The things you wish you hadn’t heard
The music builds to a crescendo
And I wish I could make up my mind
I wish I could do what I want to do
And leave no trace left behind
I wish that no one would miss me
As I wish the whole world would
The thought of being alone scares me
Much more than thoughts of death could
No, I shall not go today
But who knows what tomorrow may bring
I doubt it will bring you back to me
But I guess I’ll just wait and see