Best Reciprocates Poems
65 minutes reduced to 120 seconds
Bright lit room
White glossy tone with flowery curtains
Upon window's darkened vision
Your radiance emanated in celebratory gesture
As my eyes fell in love
All over again
But your smiles were too bright to see me cry
Dry heaving sadness gasp
As I looked down...I became the great
Pretender
The smile pretender
You wore a dark blue blouse, w/body-fitting jeans
Tall, plus-size model stature
My walking fantasy
Dark brown locks of joy slow danced upon flesh that
I
No longer embraced
You had something to tell me
"I'm getting married to a man who called me, sexy.
We work together in the same building, so everybody knows."
Spanish music behind the scenes
Your witty humor against song
Crackin' my smile within sadness pores
Showing me blank invitations
As I leaned in, inhaling this broken emptiness
Writing out words with her voice
My gentle grin, the eraser
Tears in Cold War mode
Heart enunciating disconnection bliss
"This wasn't how I wanted to see you again"
As satin comforter tries to soften my falling
Falling...into true love's innocence
The same comforter that covered those tracks
Asphalt scarred remnants from the bus you threw me under
"I always wanted you to wake me from my sleep
But not like this"
You became my dream, come true
Becoming dream again
In 120 seconds
...
He may have called you "sexy" with words
But I called you "beautiful" with heart
Yet you will never value how deep it was
Well, at least you can rest assured
That I got your message
© Drake J. Eszes
"True love never dies...even if the recipient never reciprocates." –D.J.E.
SEX ON FIRE
She silently retires to his secret chamber.
Knowing he was waiting for her...
The doors were locked
the windows closed.
Her backless bodycon...
abandons her ...
as he removes all her layers...
she reciprocates his actions ...
he grabs a fistful of her hair.
she summons herself to his passion ...
perspiring profusely ...
he leaves his Mark on her...
And the mirror witnessed their SEX on fire ...
Always & forever
Red fiery @2017 copyright
Thou art tongue-tied, once fate has the stage.
Only the benighted reciprocates with outrage.
Oblivious man tried to plan ahead boldly,
To mold his fortune with one last longing.
He forgot one thing, fate had his plans too.
Meeting is a coincidence, friendship is a choice,
Love is destiny, comes out of the blue.
If you are willing follow the lead,
No escape though, fate drags the reluctant too.
What if we prepare our own future and call it fate?
to shake off the burden.
Having no weight on our shoulders, leaning on a superior
is our guerdon.
But if no one is willing to be the bridge,
We’ll wait on the shore until the apocalypse.
The route is clear, fate is real.
If you want proof, just listen to your heartbeat.
But all the turns and turnovers belong to the passenger.
So, you neither dominate your life, nor desperate against it.
Perfect present from heaven above
You and I, we fit like a glove
Please let's not fight
It's just not right
So happy that we're so in love
Let our relationship grow
~love reciprocates~
Let sensation be sensible
~kindness mitigates~
Let meditation be met
~patience celebrates~
With love that's suitable
Cultivating our love to grow
We must let communication flow
Please hold me dear
You have my ear
Talk to me I want to know
Let our relationship grow
~love reciprocates~
Let sensation be sensible
~kindness mitigates~
Let meditation be met
~patience celebrates~
With love that's beautiful
A three-fold cord won't easily fray
I thank God for us every day
Through thick and thin
You're my best friend
Blessed that we feel this way
Let our relationship grow
~love reciprocates~
Let sensation be sensible
~kindness mitigates~
Let meditation be met
~patience celebrates~
With love that's suitable
With love that's beautiful
With love immutable
Walter Baedeker is a hypochondriac.
His doctor says his ills are psychosomatic.
Walter reciprocates by calling him a quack.
The patient is healthy, but stays in bed.
He thinks he is sick, but it’s all in his head.
In a short period of time, he expects to be dead.
Up pops the devil by the name of Cadwallader.
The devil wants to make a deal with Walter.
This is a very unusual offer.
Cadwallader wants to make Mr. Baedeker immortal.
Also, Walter can be indestructible.
The former hypochondriac will feel no pain.
He can even survive being run over by a train.
To cross the River Styx, he has to pay a toll.
Walter gets immortality in exchange for his soul.
The man can avoid death no matter what the cause.
However, his contract contains an escape clause.
Do you want to know where things will go?
Next time it’s on television, watch the show.
Based on the Twilight Zone episode “Escape Clause”
If he and I were neighbors,
Why, I doubt if we’d be friends.
On many major issues, we’d be
Found on different ends.
Just pick a topic and I know
We never would agree.
Our politics alone would prove
Dissimilarity.
And yet, I love to read his poems
And he reciprocates.
Our writing’s formed a bond of which
There can be no debates.
His rhyming stories crack me up –
They’re laughter-generators –
And he’s aware I’m partial to
A poem that mentions “taters!”
So here’s to Robert Hinshaw,
My retired Air Force friend.
I’ll always be a reader of
Whatever he has penned!
when I use dirty language and curse at Alexa
she reciprocates
by playing the darkest News of the day
Oh! How I long for that
one sweet moment of
loneliness, when the human race
decides to piss off, leaving me
to wallow in my own
company.
The pressurized world,
the ceremonious
corporate reciprocates, one’s
space to foul, with flouting
flagrant farts! Creating
thunderous turmoil, a
chaotic state of mind,
a wind of prevalent
change.
Innocent minds, virgin thoughts
collective breeding grounds,
stage upon stage, the master’s philosophy to
be acted out. His! To
nurture, to alter, personalities
to change, ideals to strive
for, directions to enforce.
The
new breed, created from
the production line of
progression, cantankerous wankers! Mountaineers
all. “No strings” Yet each one
a “Puppet” To the regime, each
one skilled in the art of
deceit, degrees in codhology, all
willing to sell their soul
to the executive.
“Interaction Management” The
suave enemy. “Believe it”
At one’s peril,
“The flattery
the empathy
the confidence”
Seek out! The expression
behind the expression.
If not! “One will love it”
Hook line and sinker, caught
in a web of verbal
trash, dressed up in treachery.
Soon
the moralist to become ridiculed,
their dispute subjected
to “Reductio ad absurdum” Yet
their accuser dances
amongst the clouds, eyes forever
searching skywards, the social
divorce permanent.
Who!
Are these arrogant ones,
those reared in such cynical ways,
their curriculum brimming with
intellect, yet without
the power to reason,
only the power to perform!
The forked tongue, the worthless hand shake
at Christmas time, the insincere
parody that floats across the
pay table.
Many years
I have given myself
to this crap, and here are
these bastards, having us
all feel grateful, for the
“Privilege
of
employment.”
© Harry J Horsman 1993
If pure love reciprocates
Me the oblivion and worse
Couldn’t make it and if so
To thee are my words and glances
What if someone touches upon that ones
A lightening scorns….hııhh??
Been the reasons of the me-being
But a gun shot is to come to an end
Things bended, people surrendered,
But the winter is splendid
Someone will born from a varied presence
Not to bear thine treasure
Obstinacy of the flow of the lifelike
Maybe hinder thee somewhere dark
Dark is deep despair.
Darker is deep love spurned.
Blue is the sky, but he still loves you,
he doesn’t know why.
Green is his heart, since you left him without a word.
He will wait for your return, till then his eyes will be red.
Days are dreary and nights are fraught.
Passion for life has divorced his heart
Dreams and nightmares once his company kept.
But today they have abandoned him and left
.
Alone, he tries to romance sleep.
She does not respond, even though he weeps.
Devastated soul, tormented he lays.
Humiliated by spurned love that's flayed.
He died a thousand deaths before.
But couldn’t cry any more.
A million tears trickled down, scarring his cheek.
Tormented by visions of past besieged.
The marrow in his bones withered in pain.
His arteries were almost dry in vain.
On the spur of a moment, he shed himself; of all disgrace.
From ashes he shall rise; again and regain his space.
Reminiscing his high school days.
The poems that gave him vision and grace.
Fashioned by words that faceted his passion.
He moved on to find one.
who reciprocates his thirst, for passionate love.
your honor
my client comes
to the witness stand
if it pleases the court
zip-to-fact o circumstantial evidence
the propensity of the situation
is due to the lack of fabrication
of the circumstances thus
my client articulates and reciprocates
the jurisprudence of these
counterfeit allegations and bogus charges
in conclusion i throw myself before
the sweet mercy of this court
oh justice is blind
Rakhi to my brother
No distances can part
no bearing can breach ...
As tender strings of rakhi
I tie on my brother's wrist,
Send heartwarming wishes
to Illuminate those paths,
that we traversed together
Holding each other's hands.
He reciprocates with a gift
my fav he has always known,
Vows to stand by
In all thick and thin,
His pat on my back
and caress on head hearten,
Many nostalgic memoirs
recalled to brighten.
You my brother
I can always count on,
and lean on ...
Words fail me.
Those wonderful years
throughout my life,
spent in fun and pun,
Many blissful moments
some tears shed,
Laughter and scoldings,
Tiring little games
Homework giggles,
lovely vacations together.
Cute hard chases
around in the courtyard,
Climbs of mulberry
amidst beehives,
Winning brought cheers
while losing gave sigh,
Etched in souls
are memories so sweet.
You my brother
Rise and shine,
Wish be the best ...
bubbling as always,
Sparkle forevermore.
Written August 7, 2017
For my dear brother Vasu
Life
Miracle of birth enshrines an ethereal event
Whether in poverty or affluent wealth.
While some are blessed with enviable health,
Some get saddened by persistent illness.
Life distressed by destitute and hunger
Submersed under depths of gruesome sorrow,
Eminently thrives to awaken from slumber
To reach a dawn of brighter tomorrow.
Every action of goodwill inspires someone
To equal reaction of similar intentions,
Every joy of receiving swiftly reciprocates
Into act of giving that admirably reverberates.
Abundance of wealth often returns to charity,
Hope inevitably rises from ashes of poverty,
Happiness visits but never stays forever,
Every winner someday faces a losing endeavor.
Stepping outside onto avenues of strife
Life is overwhelmed by grief that magnifies,
As meager existence of restless feelings
Questions the virtues of opulent dwellings.
Money and power may satisfy for a while
But upon introspection they don't suffice.
Life worthwhile thrives with family and friends
For material things don't matter in the end.
December 2, 2017
Placed 2nd: Strand select X contest by Brian Strand
Next time I'm going to be honest
About my past.
I don't want a hit it & quit it
I want something that's gonna last.
Next time I'm taking charge
Not trying to hesitate
I'm not going to procrastinate.
I'm going to give her my all
I just hope she reciprocates.
Next time I'm going
To put my love on display.
I'm going to insist that we make time for
God & church
& each night before bed we pray.
Next time they'll be so much passion
Hugging, kissing & more.
They'll be no doubt in her mind
It's her I adore.
Next time will be a new day
I've learned from my past mistakes.
I can't put myself through
Anymore of these heartbreaks.
Next time I will be a better man
I'll give her all of me.
She'll have no doubts of my intentions
My heart will be there for her to see.
Next time if I need her
I won't be afraid to speak.
I'll be bold about what I want
I will never again be meek.
Next time
Next time
Next time
Too bad I didn't do these things Last Time.
Loveliness
Lured by her eternal charm,
Over the years I waited,
Virtues in time ticked arms,
Endless dreams fascinated,
Loveliness lives in thoughts,
In minds and in perception,
Nurturing passion in hearts
Ethereal delights happen,
Sure she reciprocates and
Serene we treasure ecstasy!
Written Feb 19th, 2016
For contest by John Hamilton
Entered for "Contest 209- any form any topic max 10 lines"
Sponsor- Brian strand