Best Passageway Poems
Called to journey
Through the passageway of my heart
I close the door and turn
Exposing myself in full surrender
Fuzzy whiteness vibrates around me
A fleecy cocoon tickles my limbs
I feel your fingertips calling out to me
Royal turquoise butterflies appear
Leading the way onward
Dissolving light waves reveal
Frolicking foam caressing sandy shores
Transparent bubbles look up at me
From in between my toes
Walking slowly, I pause
I lay down ~ cradled by the beach
Exposing my flesh to
Lapping waves which nuzzle me gently
Rising to my knees
I lay my ear against
The calm waters
Waiting for your call
Caw Caw Caw
Attentive seagulls glide close by
Bellies against the surface
Of ocean’s breast
I hear you whisper
~Join me my love ~
I raise my arms up
Feeling the breeze kiss my fingertips
I float upward
Lavender lenticular clouds
Create continents and islands
Of hope and discovery
I touch your heartbeat with
My outstretched hand
Allowing you to lead me
With your magical magnetism
Guiding me to realms unknown
We drift upward viewing twilight tendrils
Of mauves, sages and fading Prussian blues
Each movement a deepening
Of heart and soul
Receiving embedded hieroglyphics
Of passion and pain
My heart expands
My soul delights
As I weep silent tears of gratitude
Remembrances of lifetimes past
I gaze skywards witnessing
The three sisters on cliff’s edge
Pillars of strength and wisdom
Sharing insight
Pink smoke hovering
Around their downy silhouettes
As hawks, snakes, and reptiles
Of the canyonlands observe
Coyotes howl in the distance
Sensing the ceremony
With eyes closed
I feel the embrace from you
From my sisters
From the elements
From the animals
Our shared connection
We are one
I send my kiss out into the universe
As heaven’s face smiles down upon us
It looks like a simple brownstone building,
Not much different then any other but it’s residents,
Are of the haunted kind, not made of flesh and bone.
In every window a wind chime stirs, gently caressed by
A chilling winds icy finger tips, after all this is known as
The house of spirits.
Witchery or voodoo’s domain, it is a place of salvation for
Spiritual challenged, listen to the beautiful music they make,
Singing within this their walled cage of brick and mortar, these
Ethereal victims lost.
Here in peace they wait for the light to find them, a waiting chamber,
Of the lords misstep souls, those whom walked off the righteous path,
Yet are not without redemptions wanton of need.
Wanders of limbo’s astral plain, seekers whom roam blindly until
Finding a doorway threshold, then crossing over, into this the house
Of spirits.
A corridors slender passageway, a way stations layover for those tired
And weary travelers to rest until their final journey’s end comes for them,
Sanctuaries power house of the supernatural.
Behind these red doors dare not the mortal flesh clasp the gilded knockers,
For within are things of the unspoken variety, creature protectors waiting at
Bay for the stray intruder to wander forth upon this sacred ground.
Angels kindred brethren whom seek out evil, destroyers patrolling the
Darker shadows for night stalkers whom wish to feast upon the forsaken.
But light’s white power is a mightier force to be reckoned with, and vanquished
Will the devils spawn into the depths from which they came, into the bowels
Of hell shall these demons be thrown into the blackened pit from which they came?
In the twilight’s ethereal hour, a mid-ways breaking point between light and dark,
A shimmering glow strikes this standing watch tower of abandonment’s forgotten,
And heaven’s flood gates are opened unto them, calling these the lost upwards
Towards nirvana and at last know true peace.
It looks like a simple brownstone building,
Not much different then any other but it’s residents.
Are of the haunted kind, not made of flesh and bone.
In every window a wind chime stirs, gently caressed by
A chilling winds icy finger tips, after all this is known as
The house of spirits.
BY; CHERYL ANNA DUNN
an ardent desire of flames was burning
its passion held captive within our hearts
the temple of bodies arced in yearning
when fingers became restless like mozart's
melodies played beneath flickers of love
as sparks grew fuller than this moon tonight
more lambent in glow than what shone above
the gleam of those stars in your eyes alight
lit the passageway of your soul therein
I could feel the heat of love searing me
as each glance sparked the flame that burned within
its brilliance blinded me, i could not see
the embers as they lie dying from sight
its death left my soul with a lonely plight
02/09/2020
Sonnet True Love Contest
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri
Had a room been open in that passageway
as a foreign night-ship, you’d have sailed by
Love would’ve been what? I couldn’t say
Life: an inveterate humid ply____________
Perhaps has passed with its pernicious waves
Acceptance rising like ocean’s eustacy
Sometimes, perfunctory was a skin-cut shave
So much more, was propitious ecstasy~~~~~
Parts of us shall never be contrite
As connoisseurs of our own fate, we played
Rage now mostly contrived in dying spite
though candid caustic thoughts can still prey…
Passion!
Our ultimate perfidy
Passion!
We should've kept astute custody.
6/29/2021
this waning moon resembles a sliver of hope dimly lit
where the millesimal of memories of you descend over me
as i stand at your grave in remembrance this day
at the juncture of life as it's fading in the shadows of death
whereas a tear has more momentum than the pendulum
of the clock as it falters in slow motion a repetitive beat
as one watches each struggled breath from a chest rest
before the next rise that never comes when bereft of life
wary through tear filled eyes at the crux of time
one watches the stillness of silence in the voids
through the facets of light refracting back
a multitude of hands checking for a pulse
as they note the very second life succumbed
a walk down the long passageway past rooms
with a thousand doors closed to your muffled screams
somehow arriving home as if guided perhaps by disbelief
with no recollection of how you even got there
yet you feel the same emptiness now as then
in the quickened pulse as memories open mind's doors
to the countless moments you can never forget
January 22, 2020
*in honor of what would have been my mom's 80th birthday this day, she passed at 55....
melding muses contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
Underneath unfathomable depths, choked by decaying thistle,
Where briny seas mix with putrid sentiment,
Creating cloudy waters of macabre melancholy,
Stand rusted arches, encompassing a thick, bleak, moldy door.
The smell of musk fills every molecule.
A slippery path of petrified rocks springs forth,
Creating a bewitching bridge between worlds.
Temptation courses through reincarnated pores,
But proceed with caution, as the siren call of eternal life beckons you in this perpetual loop.
For the path to the Book of Souls is riddled with sacrifices—
Sacrifices that masquerade as false hope,
Gut past lives, and eradicate future ones.
The butterfly effect holds far more power than you know.
So gingerly, take that step upon the stones.
Drown out the menacing laughs of the gods, old and new.
Divert your attention back to the passageway in front of you.
This time, you must get it right; you must make it to the door.
Your skin is turning paler, hair lackluster.
You can feel your soul tiring.
Who knows how many more chances you have until your existence completely fades away?
I have been keeping secrets since I was a small girl
mammoth, gigantic secrets
little teeny, tiny, mini ones
I am an expert at the hush-hush
very good at top-secret
tell me and my lips are sealed
I will keep your disclosure under wraps
you can confide in me
I will never tell
all the enormous, monster secrets
or the itsy-bitsy
itty-bitty peculiar ones-
one day mother whispered in my ear
a very particular secret
she made me promise to keep it concealed
to never tell even to close family
that was years ago-
people have tried to pressure me
but I made a secret pact that day
even though mother died the secret lives
I have it tucked away in my head
but just in case, I wrote it down on paper
and put in a hidden place
that only I know-
it is a very specific thing
that I keep in a hidden drawer down a secret passageway
I bet you would like to know
NEVER, it is classified, you can torture me and the answer is NO
but I will give you a tiny, significant taste
it is a special ingredient
to a top SECRET recipe . . .
________________________________
December 5, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/'a top secret, secret'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9688-60-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, A Special Secret
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Second Place
The blueberry moon appears
dressed in white full of energy#
Through a sultry haze
you enter shadows
As daylight kisses
twilight goodnight
Into the night
of my eyes
Awakening
your majesty
Deeply cut priceless
Penetrating beams
a passageway
into chambers
Turning tides hold you
breathless within the core princess
Rose granite bleeds
in a stone cold cycle
Rock of ages
carved inside
an eclipse
You stand
one monument
Precious each time
Catching a falling star
in the moon's backward glance
over the right shoulder
Silver pearl reflections shine
Silken weaving
a dream magic web
captures space and time held
As her face waxes gibbous
Becoming full and bright
appearing the perfect host tonight
Let the sparrows sing and perch as they land on their birch
Let the squirrels swiftly search for their acorns as they smirch
Let the swans softly stray as they beautify their passageway
Let the trees swing and sway for their grandeur they display
Let my love be reborn again as it did before way back then
Let nature drip its poetic pen as it recreates a zestful Zen.
March.30.2019
Writing Challenge 6
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Placed 5'th...Thank You
The day comes
with its invitations,
a door that can be unlocked
by a thought, a window
whose light beckons
the soul out of its dark retreat
and, along a passageway,
the sound of familiar voices.
And here you are,
cramped for so long
in your space that the shape
of who you are has become fixed
and seized solid in its way.
Deep in its contemplative soil
it sleeps rootbound
in its own pot.
If you listen,
the world is rousing you
as you crawl out of your dream
and sit on the side
of your life, dangling your feet
over the abyss that surrounds
you and the shrinking island
of yourself.
Hear what is being said
and let the world welcome you
with all of its imperfections,
uncertainties and risk.
Fall into its arms,
recklessly and full of doubt,
towards love.
The internet is like a ball
Should be passed on to other people
An understanding, my little son shared
Ideal speed most of us desired
Trawling through the internet
Always chasing ideal time to connect
Trapped and engrossed into the network
Manacling idiosyncrasies making them to shirk
Living outside your home country
The Internet is the passageway to your family
It made lives into simpler ones
You need to pay for a better connection
How our senses are altered
Even our thinking was bothered
Time and space that are apart
Uninspired if unable to reach your counterpart
Dark side of the internet
Time quickly runs out and we forget
To socialize with others and feel the real world
As virtual image tried to evolve
September 22, 2015
I see a footbridge high above a gorge.
One bannister is gone; the other lies
on narrow rotting boards. Rough waters surge
beneath this passageway that creaks and sighs
in answer to footfalls of children who,
while clinging to each other, move ahead
with wary steps toward home and suppertime
and hope they'll soon be safely tucked in bed.
These innocents are not alone. Unknown
to them, an angel stands close by to keep
them safe from peril that could plunge them to
the depths. Tonight no one will grieve and weep.
"Guardian Angel and Children Crossing Bridge" by Lindberg Schutzengel
September 14, 2017, entered in Debbie Guzzi's Fear II Contest
placed 2nd
January 5, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's Podium Placing Promise Poetry Contest (5)
Placed 2nd
I lie back as the journey of your lips begins
First, my forehead is blessed
With little kisses
To be shared with each closed eyelid
Fluttering above my lips for a moment
Your lips just brush against mine
I draw in a ragged breath
And am devoured by your mouth
Passionate conquerors
Your lips subdue mine
Claiming
Taming
Teasing
Pleasing
Exciting
And I simply give in
And just as my lips prepare to
Counter the advance
With mounting fervor
The travelers move on
Anxious to conquer new ground…
The length of my neck
Is traversed
Your lips leaving a wet trail
As they pause here and there
Letting your thirsty tongue taste
And I sigh…
As the journey continues
I keep my eyes closed tight
For I know the coming terrain
I know the path your lips will take
For it is a favorite route
First down the valley between the
Two soft mounds of my breasts
Savoring being caught in this warm passageway
That reverberates with the thundering underground tremors
Of my heart
Kisses are left all along the way
And then the ascent to the left……
Reaching the top….
Sending first a messenger to scout the apex
The tongue dutifully explores
The gathering little ridges…
Which form an ever heightening peak
And then it invites the lips to take in
The summit
Oh….the ecstasy of twin peaks being claimed
One after the other…..again and again
Multiple side trips
A favorite stopping place on the journey
Filled with thrilling sights and sounds
The journey continues…
A quick dip in the navel…
The tongue takes
Before the lips get sidetracked
Not spending time to kiss
But to hover over the curving lines
Of the waist
Moving up and down
Along the sides
The tongue at times
Marking the ground
As though sacred
On the final descent
Down….down….
To the well laid out oasis
Where there is wetness to quench…
A fountain awaits
For the travelers to unenclose the dam
At the source
Coaxing the floodgates
To release
The stream
To satisfy the thirst
With a taste of paradise…
The verdant oasis
A welcoming treat
Is thoroughly plundered
The travelers
Giddy with the find
Relishing the fruit
And then
Fully satisfied
They bid farewell
With one last kiss
Knowing
That the journey of my lips
On the terrain of your body
That journey
Is about to begin…
Eileen Manassian Ghali
"Everlasting Love"
love abducts two hearts to fly
beyond blue umbrella sky
encircled in gold
fabric fused till Life fleets by
whispered words as kisses sigh
embraces enfold
winsome wings of magic try
erase tears lovers may cry
perfection behold.
love cascades to warmth from cold
kidnaps spirits ever bold
passion laces feel
vows invoked to have and hold
trust and truth without cajole
emotions appeal
romance speaks a special mold
flavor of love story told
masks cannot conceal.
love cherishes moments real
treasured memories reveal
rare Reality
darkness perishes to heal
light flourishes lovers squeal
etched in Destiny
love revolves upon Life's Wheel
passageway to final deal
breathes Eternity.
*For David Williams Virelai Contest ...
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Rainy day clouds
Ominous shades;
Wet, wet, wet
~~~~~~~~~
Dawn unzips
Light spreads far;
New birth unravels
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy face murmurs
Echoes of last dream;
Blurry awakening
~~~~~~~~~
Coffee brew
Caffeine fix lingers;
Eyes wide open
~~~~~~~~~
Hibiscus florals
Pink, orange and red blooms;
Bright sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Stylish flower shoppe
Punctuates busy avenue;
Brilliant conversations
~~~~~~~~~
Meal time escalades
Hunger pangs loiter;
Food court queues
~~~~~~~~~
We are prisoners here
Minding our business;
Mental cells confine
~~~~~~~~~
Draft after draft
Regurgitate old biases;
Emperor's new clothes
~~~~~~~~~
Bamboo grooves line
Passageway to nowhere;
Meet you there
~~~~~~~~~
Moon gate moments
Lavish garden tryst;
Find hidden gems
~~~~~~~~~
Pleasure is nice
In simple finds;
Beauty shows
~~~~~~~~~
Ants crawling round
Winding worker procession;
Purposeful ventures
~~~~~~~~~
Home kitchen commotion
Awesome flavours;
Discerning moments
~~~~~~~~~
In a fond touch
Homely welcome;
Purge all pain
~~~~~~~~~
Drama entertains
Catchup TV;
Feisty commentary
~~~~~~~~~
Digital age flings
Gadgets and tablets;
e-Everything booms
~~~~~~~~~
Crazy greets touchy
Dramatic escalations;
Zigzag world alarms
~~~~~~~~~
Late night silence
Stormy rain hurling;
Sleep comes quick
~~~~~~~~~
Routines prescribe
Certain repetition;
Muse finds room
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 December 2014
Singapore