Best Reciprocating Poems
I reminisce -
My entering sixteen
Though looked fourteen
Full of perplexities of adolescence
More of vigor and less of sense
Thighs bulging out of my half-trouser-veins
Unsuccessful in hiding my protruding pains
Voice creaking, face pimple-filling
Shyness, blush, and anger aggravating
Avoiding my dear and near ones
And even the company of my parents
Reacting to the elders and earning their swearing
Yet needing someone loving and caring
Getting attracted to you, a girl of my age,
Undergoing the same feelings in a feminine-rage
And smiling at you again, again and again
Fearing what’d be your response, even then
Though you seemed well reciprocating
Yet stern-looking as though staring
Never daring to come closer to you
Waiting… waiting… waiting… to see you
At last fear-filled, confusion-lit
Pressing into your palm a blunt paper-bit
My first ever love-letter, with pleasant pain
Running away gazing at you again and again
Later, hearing your cousin finding it in your skirt
Putting it into your cruel-looking dad’s shirt
Getting spiritually half-dead
Hiding for many days in my bed
Later when I met you again
Finding you as though filled with pain
When you left home to a boarding-school
When I found myself in an all-boys school
Often my asking your younger sister
Whenever I could ever find her:
‘How is she?
Remembering me?’
Then -
You as you
And
I as I
Parting ways, and finding each other -
Never…
I miss you.
"'He,' whom speaks into existence those things which were not as though, they are...." ~
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Fables; to dream these seemingly impossible things!?
A compiling compound upon the pages of a lifes, forever tarnishing of stories....
Drinking this mixture of both poison and cure; night after night and, day upon day
Finding but, these mostly barren tainted walls; no repreives and no relief; vacancies
This continuing onslaughts never ceasing to slay, the spirit of a living hope ~
Until one day the precious heart so finds, no more air left to breathe; condemned
Slowly, it dies....
Depicting cycles repeating themselves once more as, deeper, into the mire they fall
Beauty desperately countering within; framed moments to stem, these portraits; illusions
Painted upon the canvas of creations reasons not knowing thus, nothing to win and or, lose?!
Destinies foreclosures; deposits towards the paradigms of, signed sealed and delivereds
Reciprocating affairs, amid the not so magical mystical mystery tours; misled....
Ponderings upon the reparians reflective waters; refrains perceptions; lost in the muse
Bleed me a river please and then, break me in two, time and time and time, again!?
Quondam sleeping now as, waxings cankerous sores somehow, speak their tolls
Tomorrows, priceless tears....
Diagnosis being it so hopeless then, let us gather in what we can, while we can; deja vu
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The house, of fallon dreams?!
Note: Smile ~ I was listening a bit earlier to the song, "Beautiful," by Mercy Me & I thought
About certain lives & souls so, painted them a poe ~ "My 'Love & Warmth,' Always," John!:) ~
She has a pair of subtle eyes to brood in forlorn,
the vile tale of heart rending cacophonic dissolution.
Those eyes were meek, never crude
to yearn the ties of proximity longed!
Those meek adorable eyes have endured
the absolute phases of reckless decimation:
have witnessed the brutal armageddon
of its plunderers desolation,
who have thwarted her genial expectations!
She has those mystic musing eyes
to impulse in pensive disposition,
an amiable abode of assured assertion,
to recreate the invisible affable bonding of elation;
a placid reciprocating ambience of virtuous relation:
has flair for the protection, the care, the infallible affection,
despite, those hands' propensity for imprudent desolation!
Those pair of sober eyes longed to thrive in composure and attention; in delectation,never in aversion!
Oh! what a horrific sight, with the axes in the hands,
the slayers and usurpers of its tranquil serenity
are waiting like sordid savages for her dire extinction!
Her latent moistened eyes are witnessing the march of those executioners:
are sobbing in utter horror and dismay,
cursing and shrieking quietly her non kinetic endeavours,
to conserve the sacred entity in virgin forests; pristine,
from the unscrupulous callous ventures of the predators.
She has those whimpering eyes to foresight;
to remind the dire repercussions
of dereliction of reckless deviations;
Are wailing and mourning in utter seclusion,
the ceaseless thumps of the usurpers' annihilation.
Those Pair of Latent Eyes are Nature's Eyes, neither vague, nor obscured:
silently screeching and watching,
the relentless heedless ravagers' devastations,
Not yet any restoration, despite beseeching imploration,
needless to predict, will reveal in various manifestations!
Slumber beseeched this sight which closed
In warmth of silence to brush repose....
Silkened choirs of soft voices heard
Scions whispers gracing ivories notes ~
As carriages gliding atop sweet serenities
Keys as visions amid these their dreams
In violet hues composed upon the candescent walls
Awakening vistas once held dormant inside
Portraitures, panoramic blinds....
Reciprocating their eye shadow etchings these, cosmetic designs
Until, slumber beseeched this sight which closed
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In warmth of silence, to brush repose ~
Survey Of A Happy
life.
The question I was
asking:
The couple answered;
it's Good-Flavorful
and lasting.
It is fun and
uplifting
it's giving and
sacrificing
It is easy to
Identify
if you know the
signs.
Reciprocating,unselfish
It is hushed kisses,
smooth caresses
gentle movements
that induce deep-
gutted moans
it is pillow talk
and long walks-
A blood rush to
cheeks.
it is rocking chairs
and wheel chairs
It's thanking
God for each other -
for the ability
to remain meek.
And for our,
grandchildren
adored.. seeing the
past presented in
the
presence of their
eyes.
Enduring and over-
looking each
failure.
Sharing of favorite
stories for the
Ump-tenth time.
The prayers,the joys
shared, produced the
unity that made
us strong. Strong
enough together to
withstand disasters.
Escaping cracks
and sink holes...
We who know,know
the value of
these...
Also we see the
importance of
laughter.
We knew how to live
-
we knew love then
and shall, in the
hereafter.!
More then words to express,
My heart erupts in desire.
Such motion driven by a woman's touch,
I'm rising beyond the flames she inspires.
Oh woman,
Your smile runs through me,
As I receive the sun warming my skin.
Laying next to me reciprocating the love I serve,
Let my love be your guide to everlasting harmony.
There is no one left in this world I beg for.
For you are the highest form of perfection,
These eyes have ever imagined.
Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees
In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show
Long haired and silken clad, his lusting eyes allure his own
Is it fear that makes her pert, or the fear of being alone
*~*
Upon his lap she stands, so minute to his ogre mass
Her silken attire now torn, talon fingers on she he grasps
Innocent flesh he craves, to satisfy his empty soul
In his lusting abyss, his darkness will soon unfold
*~*
Petite, pert so perfect, ageing hands of his darkened past
Cup her porcelain charms, so grotesque is his grasp
Leering eyes of void, now alive to this virgins flesh
Excitement fills his wants, this maiden near total undress
A strangeness falls amidst this darkened scene
Has she succumbed, is she in the middle or has she seen
*~*
To his torso of centuries old, attention is drawn to he
Reciprocating she kisses in touch, with drooling eyes he sees
This virgin standing in front of him, allured now is she
So minute to his ogre mass, content she appears to be
*~*
Lips touching taste, eyes closed, are they in wonderment
Has she entered his darkened abyss, or is he now heaven sent
Lashing tongues, like a fencing épée now drawn
When his dark met her light, I struggle for the forlorn
Breaths are seldom apart, it's as if magnetic, they are
This join of abyss fuelled white, seems so bizarre
*~*
Lecherousness in his tasting rush, her scent he delves in deep
This virgin, this maiden so taken, to him now she seeps
Like diamonds, her pertness rises, en-capturing her charms
So different when she stood before him, all in alarm
*~*
Tailored they are not, such a difference in size
This virgin maiden so white, soon to be in firm cries
Thralled he now becomes, induced in his darkened dark
He now revels in his taken, amidst thighs of perfection arch
Forlorn has now become, a joining of lustful desires
Black locks now sway with delight, the dark now afire
*~*
Positioning, seasoned they are, in joyful joining crave
Now the darkness has seen the light, in typical deprave
Sighs now resonate, amidst his darkened dingy hell
The allure of purring white, increase his darkening swell
*~*
Times have changed, much for the worse.
Familiar understanding, a vestige of the past.
A bond of lineage, of common mother land.
Unified through generations, now all alone.
A time once existed of dependable men.
One man knowing his brother had his back.
A combination of efforts, towards a greater goal.
Family always near, never alone to fear.
An unspoken pact, of reciprocating trust.
Willing to follow one another through fire.
Or, even into the torturous flames of hell.
Right or wrong, irrelevant the conclusion.
Tight knit association of unrelated men.
Lost to the simple greed of modern times.
Youth lacking any pride of their heritage.
Absent any connection, of their ancestral ties.
Every man now valuing, only their elevation.
Battling any or all, for a simple monetary gain.
Loyal only to currency, not blood flowing in veins.
The world in anarchy, an all out free for all.
As Men deceive even their blood relatives.
Betrayal has replaced Loyalty's existence.
When No one cares for only their self,
The whole world has finally gone to hell.
Destructive rose with your thorns
Elegance deserving to be forlorn
Stabbing those who hold you close
Deceiving those who love you most
Called by any other name, just as sweet?
How about betraying, beguiling, or disaster to complete
Lonely rose, receiving love
Yet only reciprocating with sharp pointed shove
Then someone reaches out
Reality piercingly clear
You're certainly lovely
But never loving, my dear
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
The future opens as i become a space rover
Rolling these rocks, from a long ago race
As a window of light opens in front of me
A portal has opened, i feel a glow on my face
Through the dreamy blue, what will i see
As i turn and say goodbye to this world
My thoughts intrepid as to what awaits out there
Over the blue, i Semaj finally step
One, two three to a black abyss i stare
Within minutes of being here, the darkness fades
A strange orb rises oozing colours of light
Like similar beauties from earths parades
Wonderful scenery, another worldly delight
Through what i would call a clearing, an expanse appears
With wondrous colours and earthly creatures
Giant butterflies, rabbits silhouette against this sphere
While plants so gorgeous display their features
I venture further into this kaleidoscopical rainbow
En-captured by a thrilling of a world of serenity
What delights have my eyes, been allowed to bestow
A place of calmness and no hint of calamity
Beside a brook i sit as i absorb this place
Scented petals grace and drift in a light breeze
As i scan the surface, there appears a face
A golden haired beauty, golly! is my mind in tease
I rise to my feet, and in wonderment stare
To my amazement she smiles, fluttering her butterfly wings
As i approach this beauty by the rippling brook
My heart pounds notes like a longing sing
She looks at me in curious pose
Wondering what to make of me, an alien being
Is she reciprocating what i would be doing
If she stepped through the blue, is she what i would be seeing
As we edge closer, its as if it was meant to be
Nervous i am not, in this land of blissful serenity
We all have a path and maybe its my destiny
Have they tried and tested, and eventually found amenity
I turn around to look back, to where i came from
I can't hear her voice, but i can hear her song
My body, my heart in self possession aplomb
No going back through the blue, for this is where i belong
For Constance La France " A Magical Journey " contest.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-9.php
For years and years having viewed their faces
Their smiles, their joys, in so many places
Oh how I wondered if I would mirror those joys
To forget my past, and it's lonesome destroy
We are told never say never in this world we live
Sometimes around life's corner, shall end ones sieve
How right these words would be, such wisdom prevails
Never say never, let life's winds grace ones sails
Then came the day as I so wondered why
That a Spanish maiden liked, I clicked to espy
Images of Marillion, the singer Fish being his name
As I viewed musical others, we liked just the same
In a polite message I wrote, simply to ask why
Will she answer me I asked, I'll just have to try
A reply I received, declaring reciprocating sounds
For our music was mirrored, now something abounds
Then came the moment that simply captured my heart
Her first word was hello, could a dead life restart
Our visions appeared followed by questions of ask
Two strangers in meet musical tastes being our tasks
Days weeks into months followed amidst track after track
So much was told and shared, her knowledge never lacked
Now when I look back to our music moments shared and seen
Fish and others we thank you, for it's the music of Queen
Our cats are lovable, we know that's true!
Sweet kittens do fulfill that special place.
There are some other ways cats share love, too-
given the moment, at some time and place.
Sweet kittens do fulfill that special place
reciprocating love to show they care.
Given the moment, at some time and place,
they can unselfishly one-sided share.
Reciprocating love to show they care
was not the goal of this sweet kitty pet;
they can unselfishly one-sided share
a bond so lovable- one can't forget.
Was the not goal of this sweet kitty pet-
For, she adopted six small chicken eggs!
A bond so lovable- one can't forget-
and hatched them neath her furry chest and legs.
For, she adopted six small chicken eggs.
She cared for them just like they were her own;
and hatched them neath her furry chest and legs.
She groomed them like a mama chicken clone.
She cared for them just like they were her own-
there are some other ways cats share love, too.
She groomed them like a mama chicken clone.
Our cats are lovable, we know that's true.
March 14, 2023
~1st Place~
Contest: Writing Challenge - 'L' Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
Word Chosen No.5 - Lovable
in this illusion where everything
is a competition
just one of many continuations
of our separation
while your dreams taste like tears
tearing through the rooted soil of your soul
protect the seed of your spirit
trust in yourself and grow
remaining in the now
reflecting
the prize we've won
notice the blooming notes
writing notes in the wind with tones
embracing the trees canopies in meshed music
dancing to lovely chords as the clouds lower cords
braided by bouquets blooming on cascades of compassion
I am the compass
come pass
on in
through
then beyond
fascinating the facets
unable to fathom
the immense
intensity
of infinity
inviting the energy
of eternity
ensuring the safety
of serenity
returning memories
waving hello in waves rippling
in the riptide that successfully tied
sight to the blind
now opening the blinds
emitting thyme
in the hourglass
glazed over
with time
trapped at the threshold
of tinselephants
sagaciously
shining
morse coded
smiles
reciprocating rapid
remnants of raptures river
raking the rain into a rake using reiki
I might not have materialistic wealth
no longer a rake hanging
from the rungs
you've yet to climb
are you ok down there???
O to give from ifs and buts free,
To feel happy, pleased just to give,
Feel good that gift is well taken
And that, receiver too feels good,
Charity’s not to show who’s tall,
Give as, to gift is good nature.
It is flowers’ innate nature
To flaunt fragrance and spread it free,
For ego’s sake nor to feel tall,
They give till too wilted to give,
By birth bestowed with this trait good,
Happy, their fragrance is taken.
Lamps like, its light’s lead is taken,
It is the lamp’s born-with nature—
To smoulder till they are no good
To do so, they wish light’s spread free,
For, lamps are born their light to give,
And care to feel good nor yet tall.
A cloud never shows stature tall,
Has always given, scarce taken,
Born with a benign bent, it’d give,
To rain, drain its inborn nature,
Its virtue’s to give, and give free,
It loves to find earth green and good.
Man condescends to give, feel good,
To show off his pedestal tall,
Seldom is his charity free,
Weighs: what in return be taken,
Give so as to take— his nature,
Born is he more to get than give.
Birds be or beasts, their best they give,
Not for any altruistic good,
Because that’s their innate nature,
Not to show off their stature tall,
Yon of things given and taken,
Birds be from all worldly ways free.
Alas, head rules and heart’s not free
To decide, head all commands give
In this world by head be-taken.
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Sestina | 01.08.2006, revised Feb 2023 | charity, heart
Poet’s note: Sheer instinct makes birds and beasts look after their newly born without expecting anything in return. But we as humans look forward to our children reciprocating when we are old, not do things in altruism. Why? Because man is being increasingly ruled by head, not heart, this Sestina feels.
Love
heart-felt, honest
reciprocating, reflecting, recieving
partners, plans, prime-suspects, prisoners
fight, fumble, fall
dangerous, deceitful
Hate
09 August 2022
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