Best Raynes Poems
For years he'd loved her and believed
it was a beautiful affair,
for on some nights, he'd slip away
and knew she always would be there.
They'd meet at restaurants or bars,
but when he traveled out of state,
he'd take her to a nice hotel.
Once in the room, he could not wait!
With hands on skin so glassy smooth,
he'd hold her long into the night.
So sweet she was upon his mouth!
It felt so good; it felt so right!
Beside her he would fall to sleep.
Next day was business, but he felt
so happy knowing that at night,
his stress and worries all would melt.
Yes, through the night, the longer that
beside his lover he would lay,
euphoria was his because
he felt the whole world fade away.
His love for her was deepening
so much, his wife became aware
of changes in him. He'd just say
"There's no one else but you. I swear!"
At home he'd lie in bed and think
of his sweet love but had to be
deceptive, sneaking out because
church-goers were his wife and he.
One night, too late he stayed with her.
He drove with her in his corvette.
Stopped by a cop, he had to live
a night he never can forget,
They called his wife, and that was worse
than paying the ungodly fine.
His wife put him in therapy
to end his tryst with sweet Red Wine!
July 1, 2016 for the "It Was a Beautiful Affair" contest of Lewis Raynes
Categories:
raynes, betrayal, love, , sweet
Form:
Quatrain
Come gently like a winding trellis
stroking my shape as you fondle
my vulnerability, and tease,
tease curves of my spine with whispers
to unleash what is half-awake in my eyes,
draping my flesh with the scent
of this moistened night…
And I am lost among fibrous roots
clinging to a warm pistil
like a raging dart,a moonlit flame.
Your bended arms warmly mount
my transparent skin,
only to hold back as the dizzy air
blows these ruffled tresses
smelling of earth and jasmine...
You gaze at the cleavage
of an open mouth, wandering
on a tight pulse between
the trellis of desire...how in this
hungry glow, I cannot explain why
your irises slay me bare;
that on a sweltering duskfall
so mysteriously anonymous,
I seem to ask you to come gently
and touch my waiting steam.
Contest of Lewis Raynes That Is Sexy
6/22/2016
Categories:
raynes, desire, mystery,
Form:
Light Verse
My ordinary life -
like the plain stretching across the region of my birth,
has been for the most part
rather smooth.
Though sometimes on my path, I’d encounter hills,
they were few and were not difficult
to get over.
One day on my travels when I was still young
I came across a man who, like a majestic mountain,
would take my breath away.
He captured my attention completely,
distracting me from all the normal things
my plain life had entailed.
When he smiled, it was as if
the sun were peeking over him
in golden splendor.
Madly in love with him I fell,
and every day I worshiped at the mountain.
This was a short phase in my life -
a time of pure enchantment but also woe.
I behaved as if I were a stream, a babbling school girl
murmuring with joy for a while
as I meandered
the mountain’s pleasant aspects,
but one day my meandering came to a halt.
Coming to a cliff’s edge, I became a waterfall
frothy with madness as
I plunged
to the rocks below.
Picking myself up, I had to turn my back
to the glorious mountain.
A final look at him, and I saw the red sun sinking
into June’s cool night.
Finding my way back to the plain, I trudged.
At the mountains of madness, I’d known something -
something I had foolishly mistaken for love.
Other mountains wait there, for me, for you,
for almost anyone who desires to find one.
But since my later summer years and in my fall,
I’ve kept walking on the plain,
for it is truly, after all,
my heart land.
for the But it was not real Poetry Contest of Lewis Raynes
Categories:
raynes, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
If I should die, dress me in purple satin
On my neck a string of pearls fasten
Lay upon me roses red
A weeping tear shed
Oh, this I
Dread
Cannot lie
Life is a thread
The end of it, I do dread
Promise, I will not be forgotten
If I should die, dress me in purple satin
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June 22, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Andaree/My "deathly'' Fear
Copyright Protected, ID 16-803-432-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, A Poem That You Enjoyed
sponsor, Lewis Raynes,
Honorable Mention
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Written for the contest, Your Worst Fear
sponsor, Laura Loo,
First Place
Categories:
raynes, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Still life
A beautiful gardenia
in a glistening cut glass vase
Captured of a time before
when the light was perfect,
the fragrance sweet and the petals
soft as vanilla pudding ~ still life
Our love was that of dreams,
picture perfect
Captured in a photograph,
placed in a heart shaped
ornate silver frame
displayed proudly on the mantle ~ still love
Days pass and petals lie
scattered on the floor
in random patterns
wilted and curled, pale and drab,
a brown stem in stagnant water,
the vase stained, glistening no more ~ no life
Months later, shards of glass lie,
scattered on the floor
an empty broken frame rests
face down in the ashes
of the photo, torn to shreds
and burned ~ no love
6/29/17
For the “Broken” poetry contest
Sponsored by: Lewis Raynes
Categories:
raynes, beauty, lost love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Can't Walk Away
Oh, this obsession, and the need
to reach that high once I've begun;
so hard to stop, can't walk away
till this addiction's had its run.
Oh, please, you know I cannot stop,
I tried so many times before.
I get that urge...it conquers me;
not ready yet, so close that door.
You know I must descend inside
my mind to where it's bright and clear;
to see those visions that excite
and rev my thoughts into high gear.
Be patient now, soon I'll be done.
It's working, see...I'm breathing slow.
My soul is feasting on this bliss!
All comes together, see the flow?
Thank heavens now, the need is filled...
I've reached the summit, and I won...
My poem is done!... Now, out the door...
Okay! Let's leave to have some fun!
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Contest: That Colorful Drug
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Judged: 06/02/2016
"Creativity is a drug we cannot live without." Cecil B. DeMille
Categories:
raynes, addiction, drug,
Form:
Quatrain
irresistible and
sexually alluring
a wanton vixen
entices with candy lust
fire sparkling in her eyes...
he greedily follows her
into the shadows of
an eerie misty night,
down the narrow
winding path of no return...
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Brian Strand:
Late Nov. 2018 Contest
Placed 1st
Lewis Raynes: Sexy Contest
Placed 6th
Categories:
raynes, dark,
Form:
Free verse
One August day, to Hamburg’s great surprise,
I showed up in their Inner Alster Lake.
I peered at passersby with big blue eyes;
two knees poking up caused a double-take!
Nearby the promenade they’d had me placed -
at least two tons of gorgeous womanhood!
Alas! It was not many days I graced
the area although I wish I could
have stayed, for I enjoyed it when they came
in boats right to my face to see this “nude!”
I loved to pose for pictures and felt no shame.
Some said I was an eyesore though. How rude!
I was removed, and then they all could see
a pretty face was all there was to me!
Sept. 1, 2017 for the Artwork Contest of Lewis Raynes
(other than the sculpture’s knees and face, there is no other part of this floating statue to be seen)
Please see notes and pictures in “About Poem” above
Categories:
raynes, art,
Form:
Personification
Though I ain't a cordon bleu chef as the title might imply,
I can still whip up gourmet fare in the blink of an eye!
And to an oven or a fryin' pan I need not be a slave,
As long I can open cans and boxes and use my microwave!
No need for me to spend hours cookin' on languid afternoons,
Makin' a mess with spatulas, blenders and tablespoons.
I can simply open a box and fix Kraft's macaroni and cheese,
Or thaw Marie Callender's lasagna from a carton in a breeze!
Ah, the variety of Campbell's soups I can extract from a tin,
All prepared to perfection, not too thick and not too thin.
Doesn't take me long to create a scrumptious mulligan stew -
Just open a can of Dinty Moore and heat it up is all I do!
I never bother makin' vanilla waffles anymore from scratch,
When I can thaw Eggo things from a box and enjoy a tasty batch!
Thanks to my handy microwave I can fix Sara Lee frozen pies -
I didn't bake 'em but my gullible guests think otherwise!
My side kick Chef Boy-r-Dee and I make a fine spaghetti,
And also unrivaled ravioli, tortelline and capelleti!
I'm always happy to share with others the secret of my success,
And the proper presentation of fine cuisine with panache and finesse!
Entry for Lewis Raynes' "I Love Food" Contest)
Categories:
raynes, food, funny, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I am the wind
You cannot see me ,but you can feel me
breezin' gently through your hair
Brushin' slightly across your cheek
Whisperin' softly 'neath your ear
I am the wind , whirling , howling
roaring fiercely against the desert sand
which sifts silently through
the hourglass of your soul.
I will not fail you, nor leave your side
till you smell fresh rain again
and soak under cascading waterfalls.
I am the wind ,extinguishing wild fire
which scars the lifeline of your palm.
I am the wind , blowing fragrance
in the honey of each meadow
where you lay down beneath a half sun .
I breathe warmth where your cold fingers
gather forget-me -not petals, that fall ever so slow
with every drip drop of my fluetish tapping sound.
I am the wind , I will carry you to places , far...
I'd tickle your lips with fluttering feathers of early doves
that soar above your mirthful past.
I'd strip your thought bare till I touch your heart.
I am the wind wafting by your pillowcase
I play within your dreams ,with each seductive move
I capture the hour of a star.
I linger in the depths that once were dark
I pour rose-scented zephyr in the alleys of your night
Then I leave , I leave to return closer
Closer enough to let my song reveil your sight.
For Personification Contest ,sponsored by Lewis Raynes.
Categories:
raynes, beauty, wind,
Form:
Personification
I look at the calendar
Check the date and time
My appointment looms
Just three days to go
I light a lavender scented candle
And inhale the soothing scent
It calms my nerves
Only three days to go
I dread the though of the mammogram machine
Squeezing and squashing my breasts
Will my lump turn out to be cancer
Or just a benign cyst
Just three days to go
Just three days to go
And then I may know
Anxiety Contest
Sponsored by Lewis Raynes
02~25~17
I discovered a lump in my breast and my mammogram is on 28th Feb which is
Shrove Tuesday or pancake day. I have to see the humourous side of it … it sure will squash my breasts as flat as pancakes.
Categories:
raynes, anxiety, body, cancer, how
Form:
Free verse
Daily, we look at strangers such as cashiers; they see us too.
Removed from them, can we describe their faces? Can they describe ours?
Invisibility seems part of the human condition.
Written Feb. 20, 2017 for the Invisible Contest of Lewis Raynes
Categories:
raynes, humanity,
Form:
Sijo
Love's Like Sugar Cane
Tender tendrils
of the same vine,
we entwine
with hearts a fluttering,
beating ecstatically as one,
floating on wings
of iridescent butterflies,
satisfyingly satiated by
love juices squeezed from an
orange, bright summer day.
Cherry blossom kisses
from pink juicy lips,
sprouting silky petals
that pucker and quiver,
anticipating warm, tropical,
sugar cane, sweet licks.
Blissfully drunk with love,
we sip and dip
into the golden syrupy
ocean of us.
07-24-2015
Contest: The Poet's Fire (12-07-2017)
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Placement: 1st
Contest: A Sexy Surreal (06-11-2017)
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Plaement: 3rd
Contest: One of your Best (01-07-2016)
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Placement: 4th
Contest: Shweet Free Verse (07-29-2015)
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placement: 3rd
Categories:
raynes, love, romance, sensual, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
DIFFICULTY: -noun
a trouble or struggle; something that is hard to understand or surmount
I’ve felt hell’s fire and dealt with many circumstances I may confide-
But the most difficult thing I have to live with is being touched by suicide.
She brought sunshine to my rain and day dreams of true compassion-
That was my beloved sister - Karen…so full of life long dreams and passion.
-so I thought…
Truth be told the last six years have been the worst years of my life-
Remembering her final days on earth, so full of self-hatred and strife.
She went from a blazing fire to embers of ashes in all of one glance-
And I knew deep down inside she really never had a living chance.
-this I knew…
See, suicide is a tricky situation when I stop and think of her reasons-
Looking back, she seemed to have a different personality for every season.
The anguish I am left with bleeds my soul dry and heart ripped to shreds-
If only I could have given her a healthier life, more happiness instead.
-my only wish…
“How do I cope?”, one may ask when wondering how I still live in grief-
I need to say the greatest gift is my quill that brings me honest relief.
I had days of mourning and nights of weeping without a breath-
And many times when I wished I too, that I ended up leaving in death.
-sad days encountered…
Life is so difficult even when you are having the greatest of days-
But when dealing with such a tragic loss it’s worse in so many ways.
People always tell me, “don’t worry honey, time always heals”-
Well I say right back to them, “you just don’t know how it feels”.
-pain never passes…
A Difficult Topic For You Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Date Written: September 23, 2016
Categories:
raynes, death, grief, suicide,
Form:
Couplet
She is the talk of the town, every season that passes
You'll see her around,.... Miss Sassy Pistashe
Who flaunts her good looks, preening over the sage
When she makes her grand entrance, she’s the rage of the stage!
Changing clothes after summer, wearing feathers, so brash
she is queen of the, autumn, with a flaming red sash
She's never discreet, is quite daring and chic’
and will steal all the limelight, upon every hill
She upstages poor Willow, who seems rather ill
will outshine Miss Maple, …out-dresses Miss Ash
With colors of fire, and a 'come hither' tease
Her wiles shock onlookers, with each crimson leaf
She flashes her limbs and wiggles her twigs
She loves to show off, with her bright scarlet wig
Never humble, she’s bold, loves to put on a show
Even Miss Sunset, has felt rather low
She tends to be rash….Miss Sassy Pistashe’
At the first sign of chill, she will toss feathered leaves
She will even bare limbs…and dance in the breeze
Late in the season, she changes her tune
Bends all her branches, and makes valleys swoon
But she doesn't catch cold, ...she thrives by the moon
She has thrown off her clothes, each leaf she has grown
To be 'gone with the wind', like that Scarlet, we've known
Stealing the limelight, with no modesty,…then…
Comes back in the autumn......begging attention again!!
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Personifcation of Pistashe' Tree
For Contest sponsored by Lewis Raynes
Categories:
raynes, imagination, nature,
Form:
Personification