Best Pleasures Poems
It pleasures me
That she reads me
Inside her serenity
Parked on our bench of antiquities
I, whom gazes over there at her,
Later in the dusk of candlelight
Shall remove her pink dress
Tiss then
I shall see she derives her pleasures
As I read her
Finding Happiness in Everyday Pleasures
Happiness is bathing in glorious, golden sunshine,
absorbing the beauty of sunsets deliciously divine.
Dancing through cool droplets of silvery rain,
feeling cleansed, refreshed, and reborn again.
Happiness is inhaling the enchanting perfume of a riotous rose,
enjoying tropical beach sand trickling and tickling my toes.
Stroking in wonder my new born baby’s silky skin,
celebrating life with all my loving kith and kin.
Happiness is gazing in awe at a twinkling, star-studded sky,
questioning, seeking truths, wondering how and why.
Taking slow deep breaths of intoxicating oxygen from the air,
praising and thanking the Almighty in fervent, silent prayer.
Happiness is waking up to my beloved’s caress and kiss;
hearing how much he loves me is just pure bliss.
Finding real happiness is like discovering coveted treasures,
and I continue to find it in simple everyday pleasures.
My poem above was inspired by the poem “Happiness” below, written by American Imagist poet, Amy Lowell (1874-1925). She was a woman of great accomplishment.
Happiness
Happiness, to some, elation;
Is, to others, mere stagnation.
Days of passive somnolence,
At its wildest, indolence.
Hours of empty quietness,
No delight, and no distress.
Happiness to me is wine,
Effervescent, superfine.
Full of tang and fiery pleasure,
Far too hot to leave me leisure
For a single thought beyond it.
Drunk! Forgetful! This the bond: it
Means to give one's soul to gain
Life's quintessence. Even pain
Pricks to livelier living, then
Wakes the nerves to laugh again,
Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.
Although we must die to-morrow,
Losing every thought but this;
Torn, triumphant, drowned in bliss.
Happiness: We rarely feel it.
I would buy it, beg it, steal it,
Pay in coins of dripping blood
For this one transcendent good.
08-15-2015
09-02-2015
Contest: No More Masks
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Placement: 7th
Pleasures of Moving on Moon
You have always charmed us by your beauty, O Moon,
Sometimes fascinating Heer and Ranjha*, and sometimes,
Mesmerizing Romeo and Juliet.
Sometimes you have spread your charms, on the monuments of Love,
Alluring the beauty of Taj*, in the full moon light of Purnamasi*
O, Moon how many faces of Love and Beauty you have,
When you stroll silently on a snow covered maintain,
The beauty and your grandeur becomes envy for the heaven.
For Poets and Writers you have immense stories and inspirations,
For Lovers you are more precious than gold and diamond,
For singers you are like the soul of their songs,
For Boatman’s, you are their sole companion of their silence and turbulence.
While watching you so intensely from earth,
I felt, as if I was wondering on the silver surface of you O, Moon,
Moving and feeling, no gush of wind,
No moisture of Rains and dryness of Sun,
No falling of leaves, in the season of Autumn,
No bending of rivers, flowing from mountains to oceans
No murmuring of birds while mating and chatting,
No change of seasons to engage my mind and heart,
Still I was fascinating to move on the silver surface of you, O Moon.
Walking on your surface was a strange experience for me O, dear Moon,
As I was trying to feel the unique pleasures of earth,
While moving on your silvr surface, O Moon.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 22nd November 2010
Soon I will post this as My Photo Poem with the Photograph of Moon on my Blog and on face
book, which I took on 22nd Nov. 2010
• Heer and Rangha. The Indian Lovers like Romeo and Juliet
• Purnamasi. The Day as per Indian calendar, when we can see the full Moon.
• Taj. Refers to the world famous Taj Mehal monument of Agra, India.
Cotton candy clouds at sunset
Star lit skies at darkest night
Yellow moons in the heaven
My hand in yours held tight .
Small verdant hands that say hello
To creatures great and small
God’s gentle breath stirring them
Until their time to fall .
Ladybugs and lightening bugs
Inch worms here and there
Wooly bears and wondrous things
Our time to watch, so rare.
And in the blue, birds call and coo
Looking for their mate
They soar, they spy, they swoop, then say
Fly home, the day is late.
But not for us we say with joy
Our time has just begun
We walk, we dream, we speak of life
And all the things we’ve done.
While in the quiet of the night
The rabbits romp and play
For a moment silent and still
Our love to last, I pray.
Behold the wonders near and far
Keep them in your heart
The simple pleasures we have shared
From these we shall not part.
In a busy world I don't take for granted simple pleasures
like snuggling with a loved one on a chilly winter's night
Saving keepsakes of the things I collect and call treasures.
Finding myself in the dark until someone turns on a light.
I'm pleased that my children still come to me for advice
Happy with the blooms, from bulbs I planted last year.
It's wonderful when a dear friend does something nice...
like seeing me crying, then gently wipes away my tear.
Sugary kisses from my grandchild placed on my cheek
as sweet as the bite of a warm cinnamon bun with icing
Soft rain like mist is a gift from Mother Nature that I seek
and hoping to fall in love makes romance sound enticing.
Before rising in the morning I enjoy a long languid stretch
Being the giver instead of the one who takes in greed
Liking the end results of charcoal portraits that I sketch
Having a stranger return my smile is a pleasure, indeed.
Being gifted with a bouquet of flowers for no reason at all
Having a thirteenth doughnut thrown in for good measure
Being able to stand and walk after taking an emotional fall
Building faith in God overflows my heart with pure pleasure.
The trees are bare, now comes cold air
The breezes howl this night
I’m toasty warm, secured by charm
As we hold each other tight
This winter evening…
As the sun descends…
The moon is smiling…
No love pretends…
It’s all for real, dear…
As we stay inside…
The winter frowns…
While in here, we hide…
Our winter pleasures…
Are year round dreams…
When come the fires…
With snow filled scenes…
We’ll feel the softness…
As our hands embrace…
Reflecting fires, bright…
With red cheeked face…
Winter winds chasing, while love’s erasing
The many sounds we hear
We’re holding so tight, by the fire this night
As our bodies stay so near
Old mister winter…
Turn away from our door…
For we won’t answer…
We won’t give you more…
The room is ignited…
By this fire inside…
On this winter evening…
In here, we’ll hide…
As chandeliers drip ‘round the hall
Bouquets' scent wafts through night’s affair.
In gown of lace she sways with flair
Until her man bows ,to enthrall
A glide of waltz into soft flight,
Where other pairs hope to find bliss
On firefly steps, perhaps a kiss
That her arms fling to breath’s delight.
In whirling turns, she lifts in style
And a roulette from dancing guests
Enchants the tunes of pleasure’s zest
While coy romance drifts and beguiles.
The violin presses a hum
As her glossed eyes casts on his face,
Igniting dipped waists to succumb
Within the fling of an embrace.
Ballroom Delights Contest
12/1/2014
Pleasures Of Tender Love
confection for the sweet
a taste of delight
if only I could show you
the pleasures of tender love
that shines like golden honey
caramel apples aureate
strewn across the heavens of
cotton candy on ole buttermilk sky
set it free from its trap in the terminal
enchantment blanket of pea soup fog
into the clean crystal clear wet river and quench the thirst
to the taste and pleasures of deep warm, tender love
like wealth of blushing candy apple red and rainbow colored flowers
seasons of warm and cold like silken sheets
as they drape and cling tightly to our embrace
7/25/2015
Succumb my darling
Resign your pleasures to me
I shadow your thoughts
The temperature fluctuates between mild spring days to rain or even snow. Nature wakes up, and the buds slowly sprout on the trees. Coltsfoot pop up as yellow rubber balls, charming yellow flowers. I find that the older I becomes, the more I love it. This time of year sings in my heart, along with a flock of whooper swans. Celebrating the arrival of spring with bubbling cider,
and delicious food on the fire pan.
coltsfoot pop-up spring
hocus-pocus, white crocus ~
dizzy by rapture
Spring is so lovely, right down to the smallest detail. Look at the bees, the queen has already laid lots of eggs. Buzzing, thousands of small bees ...spring tastes like honey - no doubt
do you save the bee
then you also save yourself ~
sweet golden honey
25/03/2021
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Springtime Haibun Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
7th place in the contest
The sun lifts an edge
and peeks a feeble light
beneath a blanket
of morning fog, its dull glow
hugging the horizon,
silhouetting a stand of trees
and the cross-hatched
pattern of a factory fence.
Another day has begun
with its shuffle of trite
miscellanea.
I muster an interest, sending
out my first emissary of thought
to greet the return
of this ancient god, follow the rituals
set to guide my way, bring favor
and bless the little plot
of earth that surrounds my life.
I pray a poem to reap
a continued harvest.
Not much happens now except
down in the cellars of my mind
where I keep the past bottled
like vintage wine. Now and then
I give each a turn to dislodge
the sediment and taste
a sample or two,
clean the labels and try
and remember the details
from those that have fallen off.
Occasionally I bring
a bottle up to share with a friend,
set it upon a table, open
and drink. An insipid autumn sun
is enough to dance reflections
around the rim of my glass,
ease out a tear or a smile,
helping me up to go and get
another. My days now
have matured into simple pleasures
and writing a few lines
to label the bottles cellared
in the quiet reaches of my mind.
Every night I fall
Always hitting a brick wall
Failures always come
Thoughts of what I’ve become
Makes me want to die
Momentary pleasures
Giving up these treasures
Changing who I was
Regretting who I am
Always falling for
Momentary pleasures
I’m always longing for love
Reaching out for my dove
But why the hell can’t I stay true
And I know I’m always loosing you
Momentary pleasures
Giving up these treasures
Changing who I was
Regretting who I am
Always falling for
Momentary pleasures
Am I worth it at all
If I say I’m strong
Why do I always fall
I need to find my way back to faith
Before everything’s too late
Sometimes words make me melt!
Like that anise-flavored, OUZO, the
Greek aperitif.
On hot cheese the waiter pours it.
A match is lit and the dish, of course,
lights up.
Don’t ask why, but wow, it makes my
heart melt!
Poets words can be that intoxicating.
A special few set my heart to racing,
Ouzo, as moving as great poetry!
Especially, much like Cummings most,
direct poem, such honesty!
“I Like My Body, When it is With Your
Body.”
A poem highly sensual and most loving.
A poem each poet should surely, read.
That is, if you are an adult and truth is
your thing..
And only read if you are a raving realist!
Who wants their heart to sing and have
it moonlit kissed.
10/12/2021
Soft whispers heard
I swear I hear
But just the breezes
Kissing my ears
Such gentle tones
Descend to my soul
Echoing softly
So I lose control
Built on those breezes
No strength can I find
Such gentle seduction
Of which I don’t mind
For thoughts I imagine
Wish of pleasure, so true
Are thoughts of pure passion
So shared then with you
Pleasures await you by the seashore,
And in the coming months
Invest in your family; today and tomorrow,
Pleasures await you by the seashore.
Your first choice will be the wisest to follow;
Do not put all your stocks in the market.
Pleasures await you by the seashore
And in the coming months...
(1 Year Anniversary Dinner at Sydney's Buffet)