Best Perchance Poems
To sleep, perchance to dream
And float on clouds of cream
Then dip in passion’s stream
And bask in sunlit beam
To lie down in flowers fair
with butterflies in my hair
With love enough to spare
With joy I’ll lead you there
I'm your fairy dressed in light
Your kisses to incite
Drench you in pure delight
Bring pleasure to your sight
I'll dip you in honey sweet
Your love is mine to eat
Euphoria is my treat
Your desires I will meet
Your every wish: my command
I'll let you guide my hand
Bow down to your demand
Love's language I understand
Close your eyes; drink in the sound
Love's rhapsody’s all around
Your body to mine, I've bound
Our love making does astound
To wake, perchance to see
You lying next to me
Forever you will be
My waking fantasy
Eileen Manassian
Within my view, behold such rare a sight
From beauty's glint felled heart doth race to flight
Love's warmth takes stage bathed in its shining light
That raised fates hope to such a wondrous height
Impossible to still the "ifs" that might
Must too bare shown such stars from heavens night
Nor from this poet's pen with such pleasure write
Only Grace from God's hand could gleam so bright.
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Sponsored By John Hamilton
08/23/2016
Welcome to my abode, my love
Be it at height of sunlight
Or in the darkest night.
If the need comes into my dreams,
Or create for me hallucinations,
Virtual creations of your beautiful self.
However you decide, just come,
All I need is your presence
Ethereal or physical as you like.
See the eventide is shrouded in mist
As swallows search their cosy nests.
Frost claws into the earth
Hell-bent on destruction,
You have such a haven here
That's warm and loving and full of care.
I wait, will you come closer to me?
I tire, do I feel your fingers in my hair?
I sleep, is that your kiss on my warm lips?
I wake, I know 'twas all but a dream.
Now I lay me down to sleep
Alone upon these empty sheets
Of paper lying on the bed
Side table clock says 5 a.m.
Oh dark of night, I beg thee stay
Keep the morning light at bay
Oh dusk beloved!
Oh dawn be damned!
Me pull the curtains tight again
And only this I have to show
These tries at rhymes
Turned tales of woe:
Of sticky socks
On stinky feet
Sit ankle bones
Prop broken knees
‘Neath pasty thighs
With muscle pains
Crooked back
And shhit for brains
Tired eyes must take their rest so
Leave behind this manifesto
For the rights
Of righteous minds
To get their forty-winks, sublime
Después de la fiesta
While they take la siesta
Sun sets low
On the horizon
But lo, the sun set also rises
O’er every heart and soul supine
Crouched behind their window blinds
Who heave a sigh
At yet another
Evening pass without a slumber
All perchance to dream is lost so
As tonight is now tomorrow:
That is all
And with that said
I take me self to bed again
A
Harvest
Moon
will be
here soon
Her beauty beams
in dark night skies
magnificent ~ spectacular
her splendour fills my eyes
as I am truly mesmerised
I will
gaze
at her
in awe
Her
magic
aura
I adore
She
truly
takes
my
breath
away
I
wonder
if
one
day
I will
be on
that spaceship
to the Moon
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Written 21st September 2021
Contest A STRAND 1059
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Ouivre, ouivre,
my Ovus Star,
a bit premature
immortal,
for there we are.
Again, and again,
we do sojourn.
I am yes... so
terribly in love,
but a bit ironic.
Our path as one
harmoniously, plutonic.
There are many, many
foundations Elemental.
To you my Heiroglyphic Monad,
a bit John Dee, an Angel at the
Window.
If thee suffer, dire
agonies, a bit widowed.
Be a courageous summoner
of spirits, altruistic
virtuous.
A graceful tidbit
of gentle music,
in utero, a triad teaching,
Wolfgang Mozart, toi Asmodeus.
A whimsy fair-gypsy lady,
a mythological Magic Flute,
mine you yearn to play,
a malady.
A Hermetic philosophy
suggest a whee Feminist.
Duality Luna, luminary
A trois, virgin Diana,
suggest an Agrippa von
Nettesheim.
Le Mors, history past
Beelzebubian,
a' tres joli
Cherubian.
Attainability
cerebellum, cerebrum
vena sacrificulus,
parry only valerius,
Heroine erroneous.
Divination, divinity
hence, epicus Mortuus.
A fancy Miding Mallecho,
mysteriosis.
An Apparition
proclaiming amnesty,
apparthied.
Come once humanity,
come twice, Judaeus
Christio. Our souls
allied.
Furthermore, henceforeward
questioning Faith and its
epitome of Fable.
Through an act of man
to woman fine,
young, and able.
Sexuality in visionary
quest, Ceasarian
Tantrism.
A renounce all knowledge
flesh, "invisible mistresses,"
consummation "'isms'. . ."
my "Miss."
Divinitas tetigit
Excelso Anxietic.
Mysticus Dolor. . .
Heavenly angel Ovus,
as we soar.
A gayly expressive,
our Osirion knowledge
progressive.
An abundance exuberated,
serpent wisdomatic,
A co-union of spirit, momentarily
spurratic.
So, oui my love, romance
E plurubus scientific.
A yield, yours and mine,
Seraphic.
Transmutation, Aquarius y
Angelique, a beautiful devas
kingdom dynastique,
a new world of expressive
faerie.
Forevermore, forevermore. . .
A slight perchance merry!
Perchance
I'll never know his name nor assume his thoughts,
This man I saw perchance today
Approaching from a distance I paid not much mind
Closer yet, the eyes adjust to features I have known
This man perchance I've met?
His walk is slow, and carefully he treads
The pavement's edge on wooded back country road
No smile graced his face, but simple warmth did so exude
This ragged man I met perchance today
No words exchanged, just one perplexing gaze
As quickly I sped by
This world of mine, this world of his
Perchance they do collide?
I wonder now if I had stopped and gathered all my thoughts,
Engaged him in the spoken word within his world and mine
What would I learn perchance?
Would I learn that men are not created equal?
That all men are intertwined somehow?
I judge not men by countenance alone ,
but by the spoken word
I listened with my heart to words unsaid
An honest man I think perchance I met
By the side of the road this day
And me the poorer man for sure
Perchance, perchance, perchance
See senses swing
Taut tensile things
Word wonder well
Spread sanguine spell
Time tunnels tense
Seek subtle sense
Ply precious play
Sweet summer strays
Loud laughter leaps
Proud pretence peeps
Claim clever clout
Pose pretty pout
Perchance prompt pay
Storm simple sway
Gloomy grime grey
Misty moods may
Wonder words well
Boom buys bright bell
Free frosty feel
Hurl happy hay
By briskly brook
Lift lasting looks
Charm crispy cheer
Niche nurtures near
End echoes etch
Save succinct sketch
Note nasty nude
Cute clam ours crude
Frame fleeting flame
Toil tussles tame
Leon Enriquez
13 October 2016
Singapore
When
the day
that you spent
bears no semblance
to the one you planned;
then the night will
have memories
to dream
on
To sleep, perchance to dream
And float on clouds of cream
Then dip in passion’s stream
And bask in sunlit beam
To lie in flowers fair
Butterflies in my hair
With love enough to spare
With joy I’ll lead you there
Your fairy dressed in light
Your kisses to incite
Drench you in pure delight
Bring pleasure to your sight
Dip you in honey sweet
Your love is mine to eat
Ecstacy is my treat
Your craving I will meet
Your wish is my command
I'lllet you guide my hand
Bow down to your demand
Love's words I understand
Close your eyes, hear the sound
Rhapsody’s all around
Together we are bound
This love dance does astound
To wake, perchance to see
You lying next to me
Forever you will be
My waking fantasy
For Nathan's Fairy Contest
Aye, the rub perhaps is this,
For dreams to come, there must be life,
Of sorts, though what man defined life
Or knows its scope or plumbs God’s poorest joke?
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[Did you hear the one about the Jewish race
God chose to be His people?
He led them out of slavery,
Promised land of milk and honey,
And still, they built a Golden Calf!
And joining far less privileged folk
Chose their traditions over Christ!
I think this is a hoot, don’t you?
You want to know why God’s “not there,”
When your own sin makes mess of life,
Consider this a cautionary tale!]
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Might death itself just be a dream,
If soul exists, and somehow shares God’s time
How could man ever know for sure?
What vanity to second guess
That God somehow’s not real,
If you are real in any sense?
Or are you truly self-made man?
A flea, on a flea, on a flea, on a flea,
On a flea, on a flea, on a flea,
On a flea, on a flea, on a flea:
And still, you claim divinity?
When man can view God’s memories
Through any telescopic lens,
And never count the stars he sees
What chance is there you played a role,
That this dream’s not vain fantasy?
Love may, in fact, reveal what is divine!
So is man just a poor player who struts
And frets his hour upon the stage?
I really must take Bard to task
Though we never hear your voice again
With mortal ears upon your death,
If God is real and you’re in Him,
There’s empathy to spare,
Your choice to choose despair,
To say that God cannot exist,
Or you know He’s not fair!
For dreams are an imagined world,
I learned this fact quite young,
Although they often disappoint
Life suffers from this too.
And some just need redreaming
It’s easy if you take this path,
There’s little reason to be blue,
Each poet chooses muse's rhyme.
Brian Johnston
January 7, 2017
If perchance that I die
I die before I wake
I ask that thou not lie
I ask for my names sake
If perchance that I die
I die here all alone
I ask that you bury me
Not leave me a chew bone
If perchance that I die
And thou are with me too
I ask that someone will come
And bury me and you.
Perchance that I should die
Not that I intend soon
I wouldn’t want to lie.
So please grant my last boon
If perchance that I die
And thou does not me see
I pray someone will let you know
So thou can shed a tear for me
© 20/01/2103 ~GG~
Inspired By R Kipling Ballade of Burial
Contest Entry:
magic mage
in tragic rage
calling time
in falling rhyme
hat atilt his cane a wand
limping lilt and pain a bond
His soul is tied to earthly needs
he falls in rhythmic rhyme to knees
feels frustration's pull and twist
finds no reason to resist
tears fall blind as hands unfist
in such surrender life is missed
precious moments measure life
increments of joy and strife
some cause pain and some delight
some are taken into night
like teddy bears to hold on tight
Perchance a sweaty brow should brush your skin
a crumpled linted jacket strong of aroma within.
You....a fresh flower..... your fragrance wafting freely..
Swarthed in your mothers steady gaze lest you roam.
Her soothing voice with gentle hand on your cheek
Barriers once formed now lay lax as the moon waxes
Nay, strong aroma of exotic food nauseates the palate
Vitamins absorbed in pellets replace masses of fibre
Soaking in a warm bubble bath of fragrant radox froth..
Gentle strains of Creedence Clearwater piping forth
sends one a slumber "hey!" "Wake up! Dont go under!"
The cycle of the day, the night and repeats back to the
circle, day again into night, a moon, a quarter, a season.
Nay a year had passed like this without much excitement...
Disshevelled hair combed with the hope of tommorow.
Lets celebrate the future, the stars neath the cloudy sky
A northeasterly wind blows in echos of fond memories.
Cast the die, tell a lie
with stony face, just in case
you await your fate.
Perchance a circumstance
will run amok your luck
to trace perchance a triage,
to swish your wish
aligned, belied, beguiled
a happenstance prance
a dream perchance beseem