Best Pleasance Poems
Winsome Wisteria Sonnet
Eden, open your ardent arms to grace
Wisteria's soft lilac petaled blooms
Draped stunningly about Spring’s sunny face
In softest shades of lavender like plumes.
Your aroma wafts heady in the breeze
When graceful racemes descend from above.
Divine as the frilling flowering trees
Your stunning sight captures my heart with love.
Goddess Venus must surely be aware
Of the glorious sight that you bestow
Like dainty dangling ringlets in Spring’s hair
As zephyrs sprinkle your petals below.
I am profoundly moved by your presence
And tranquilly transported with pleasance.
4-19-21
Poems of the Day April 21, 2021 ~Thank you Team Poetry Soup!
ALL YOURS (Apr 20)Contest -First Place
Sponsor Brian Strand
Your best sonnet this year so far Contest -Second Place
Sponsor John Hamilton
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Winsome Wisteria
Eden open your arms to grace
Wisteria's soft petaled blooms
Draped stunningly about Spring’s face
In shades of lavender like plumes.
Your scent wafts heady in the breeze
When racemes descend from above.
Divine as the flowering trees
Your sight captures my heart with love.
Goddess Venus must be aware
Of the glory that you bestow.
Like dangling ringlets in Spring’s hair
Wind sprinkles your petals below.
When over the arbor you vine
I'm deeply moved by your presence
You loom aesthetically divine…
Transporting me with your pleasance.
8-11-16
Each one of us has His or Her own Flower of Attraction - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Rick Parise
Springtime touch unfolds veracious winsome,
colorful rainbow blossom to come.
Tranquil redolence fragrance,
a ballad narrated on carpet grass pleasance.
Crisp dawn enlightens fanciful golden
colors, of purples, pinks, greens, quaint and olden.
Blends float and dance amongst the valley
outstretch, toward enraptured abbey.
Glorious hanging ivy, juniper, kiss
me not plants, all in a garden's vast bliss.
As the fields blossoms quince to thirst
sweet and tender jewels among all to burst.
7/28/2021
Our love eternal an enduring infernal
Thru galactic mist it shall always exist
Our love undying magically mystifying
How can I resist since you I’ve kissed
Our love forever an endless endeavor
Thru celestial skies our spirit never dies
Our love in hell a fragile empty eggshell
They will chastise within lamenting lies
Our love reborn I shall obediently adorn
Your ever presence a potent pleasance
Our love Galactic with clusters climactic
A floral fluorescence a lust luminescence.
Aug.4.2017
MID AUGUST STANDARD CONTEST
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Forgiveness
by Amy Swanson 12/2008
I know that I'm not perfect
make mistakes from time to time
but the largest err I've made was
not forgiving you this time.
You're the one that always
makes a smile out of my frown
Emotions, though, got in the way;
I fear I've let you down.
I hid my heart so selfishly
and distant, from your view
I could not bear to hurt again
and so, stayed mad at you
I let myself forget the good
and happy things we were
instead I've been so negative,
our memories a blur.
I thought no longer you recalled
the pleasance of our youth,
had traded years of loyalty
with new and bitter truth,
But yesterday you smiled at me -
I saw within your eyes
A spark that was meant just for me,
there would be no goodbyes
And then we laughed, you held my hand
and gave my lips your kiss.
We talked about so many things,
a long-due reminisce
I felt I'd found you once again
my hero, my best friend;
Whatever this world throws at us,
together, we'll transcend.
The life we share means more to me
Than old misunderstandings
I won't subject our love, our trust,
to childish meanderings.
Once you broke my heart,
But also I've hurt you...
So please, forgive my foolishness;
And I'll forgive yours too.
Springtime unfolds mystic winsome,
Vibrant rainbow blossom to come
Idyllic redolence fragrance.
Song retold on garden pleasance.
Error-less scents so admired thrum.
Springtime unfolds mystic winsome,
Dawn lightens fanciful golden
Purples, pinks, greens, quaint and olden.
As the fields tiny blossoms hum,
Sweet and tender jewels' outcome.
Springtime unfolds mystic winsome,
Where yet forbear spider hides from.
Dandelion fluff dance across
Green grass spirit free and crisscross,
Budding in and upon beach-plum.
Springtime unfolds mystic winsome.
2/8/2024
Wearing her zippered jumpsuit of lime
My queen loves to survey the valley's field.
She dreams of finding a perfect place and time
She can make her dream city something real.
Megiddo was an ancient and famous city
Where starting at Solomon's gate then entering in,
Delight, pleasance and joy showed no pity,
And t'was no comfort not to be found within.
This proud city of great power and zeal--
The glory of some rare ancient engineer--
Has seen dust fly from many a chariot wheel,
When victorious kings came to holiday here.
Perhaps ancient Israel's most splendid city,
It soon captured every kingdoms' eye.
A diadem of the Jezreel Valley so pretty,
It invoked the kiss of the Assyrian sky.
Surrounded by its high double-thick stone walls,
Megiddo’s palaces did lavishly and amply abide,
Containing their ornamentally furnished halls,
With towers, storehouses, and courtyards alongside.
And then there are temples—believed to be three,
With vestibules for believers to enter in.
Then of course the altar for only the holy to see,
Where doctrines are given a positive spin.
Where’er perfect foundation might lay,
My queen shall find a delightful field.
And there to be in full domain and array,
The promise of Eden most
empyreal.
To taste your tender essence once again
Springy, warm, lovely vanilla infused
Once more to travel the road to attain
A delightful thin slice of fudge suffused
Memories how they cling to your presence
Maybe create sweet impressions of my own
Lasting through time, problems, awesome pleasance
Could my life continue through a subtle sweet tone
Seven layer fudge frosted cake still draws
A picture in the mind's eye of mother
In the kitchen cooking without a pause
My life, her presence did surely color
Memories of seven layer fudge iced cake
To my humble grave assuredly take
Written: October 25, 2015
My parents 96th wedding anniversary
Inspired by Olive Eloisa Guillermo's contest All This Melts In Your Mouth
Since I am now a diabetic, I can only rarely eat a treat like this and also I have problems with the chemicals in cocoa irritating my heart rhythm..
A tiny bundle of fur a few weeks old
One little pup who missed siblings and whined
Many memories of you my life holds
A scar from the canned food on which you dined
Running and playing side by side those months
Until you were old enough to learn your job
Dad got my pet to herd the cows on paths
Not with the rich and famous to hobnob
When free we would walk down those dusty roads
Safe was the feeling when in your presence
Free from concern about the wood's heavy loads
Beside me each time truly a pleasance
Queenie so long ago your life ended
My awesome pet left memories splendid
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest: Pets
Friday, November 28, 2014
It's been months I've spent by myself lonely
in this cold, wet cave without your presence.
Countless times I've spoken to you only
to find myself in a fleeting pleasance.
I rest in hope you'll fly back near the ridge.
In my weakness, the thought of you in flight,
with your sleek, midnight blue eyes, and plumage,
gives me comfort through the chill, haggard night.
Your guidance is what I remember most.
I have lived so long in the wilderness.
My mottled gray coat has lengthen almost
white in color for the winter chillness.
You fear me not with my alien charm.
I vowed to keep you safe from any harm.
11/4/2017
Poetry Contest: 'Best Sonnet
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Mother
Magnificent, emollient
Caring, dedicating, inspiring
Patience, placid, pleasance , passion
Intriguing, fascinating, hurting
Ebullient, mysterious
Love
As if the sea calmed his tides to lie down in peace
As if the thunders began to sing sweet lullabies
As if the flared up volcano spouted jasmine and lilies
Serenity sits on his face when he sleeps.
In the stillness of the night, when the fierce lion gently hugs his love,
He sleeps like a king dozing in the tranquility of his queen's lap.
Like a feeble creeper that fondly cuddles the mighty banyan
He folds himself, as he sleeps like a baby in the mother's womb.
The nap-time charm on his face is a mug of morning coffee
The peace on his closed eyelids is the midnight's melody
The rhythm of his breath sets stage for a splendid salsa
Simple curve on his dreaming lips turns down the charm of Cinderella.
When he sleeps,
he glitters like a white pearl in the garland of black beads,
he shines like a daisy in the garden of violets,
his face resembles a magic wand cut and run from a magician's sleeve
he appears like a peace treaty that ends an incessant battle.
A good book in a nightstand
A mild balm on chapped lips
A peaceful hour of meditation
A plate full of delightful candies
A cosy bed in a cradle
A warm blanket on shivering skin - All have knocked my door,
Said that they can't wait anymore,
to witness on his face, the dance of pleasance.
I genially welcomed them to feel the heavens.
I let them all to see him along with me
Their hearts were filled with eternal glee.
The snow of winter has melted
Spring's warmth a golden touch
Freedom at the creek with the wash
Only through love can hurt be lifted
And if fear didn't flow awash
Of those many harsh words and such
A pensive mood her expression
Deep in thought 'bout her plight
Just a shadow of his presence
Gave her whole being oppression
But this creek her pleasance
A wild garden space a delight
The rhythm of the water's sound
A coolness of the rush
Bare feet being cleansed and massaged
Free space, quiet, thoughts being drowned
Negative being barraged
Babbling and chirping help to shush
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Contest: An Angel In Disguise
8,6,8,6 syllable count sort of...
Written: February 6, 2015
The Generation Gap
The fragile, flawless ice encased
the crumbling soil below
And with it brought bitter winter’s taste –
the seed that wouldn’t grow.
Many a foggy year ago,
the father had bought the plant
Had carried it, through the ice and snow,
to his little son’s wish, grant.
Once again, the son was staring, eyes hollow,
at the seed that could not be a winner,
Wondering if fruitless years would follow –
when his dad called him to dinner.
The father nodded at his presence,
hen lowered his head at the thing
Staring at the lifeless, immobile pleasance
ike a puppet on ends of a string.
Email after email - would the work never end?
His fingers flew across the screen.
At least the son’s phone would make up –
material had to be the dream of every teen.
The son accidentally brushed the screen
and rock music exploded resounding
The dad jumped and yelled at the opposite teen
of the terribly insistent pounding.
The teen shouted horribly red-faced
that it was most heartbreakingly sad
That the rule he’d once taught - don’t work while you eat –
was forgotten by his dad.
The silence that hung impenetrable in the air
was broken by the sharp creak of chairs
As they were pushed back by the pair –
then the loud pound of feet on the stairs.
The dad shut himself into his room,
sucked in a lungful of air
Then lay down in the musty gloom
to, at his long-gone father’s photo, stare.
His young father winked at him through the glass,
a poster of James Dean on the wall
With a jolt he recalled that in the past
his father had loved James Dean’s bawl.
But then came the time when he grew mad
and screamed and yelled at stars
His father had then, disgusted, said,
that they should be put behind bars.
He stared off into the distant past,
staring at but not seeing the ceiling
Then drifted into determined dreams at last,
strong stirring emotions, feeling.
While the son gazed at a long-taken photo,
at the grinning father and son
Hand in hand and holding their motto –
“Our undying love makes us one”.
And he stared off into the inky black
at the far wall of his room
His heart seemed to jolt, and then to crack
as drops on his cheeks began to bloom.
He was once again gazing at the stubborn seed
when he was called for dinner, to eat
one seventh heaven fantasy of this middle aged hetero
sexual mwm would be to take the playbook of the late
(recently deceased) Hugh Hefner. Said reverie constitutes
servicing a gamut of women, whose plethora in numbers
constitutes insatiable sexual propensity sans propinquity
perp hussy.
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despite mine middle aged (baby boomer) mwm base line
balled (though non bald) sans truth, isle be quite Ernest
and frank to state boldly, how thine bass concupiscence
trumps ambience, dalliance, essence, fragrance, generates
hefty indulgence (je nais se quois) juice kissing libidinal
makeup nursing omnipresent phallic quintessential reverent
seduction triggers unflaggingly (leaving me starry eyed for
stripes sakes) vision watering x2c (to the x power of infinity)
yielding zesty adulterous blessed coital consummation,
delicious expeditious fulfillment, generous gentle hormonal
insouciance, judiciously kneading lusciously marvelous
natural occurring pleasance, quiescent radiance, rousing
somnambulant threnody ushers victorious waltzing X-rated
yearning zeal to take a page from the playbook of the very
recently deceased Hugh Hefner housed within the PlayBoy
mansion. Game gamines gestalt gifted gonads, gopher