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ONLY EVER WITH YOU

O N L Y E V E R W I T H Y O U Only ever with you, I love to have and hold into the circle of your arms, I'll unfold; into your blue eyes' greeting shine, my gold; only ever with you, I yearn to grow old... Only ever with you I can write rhymes as such for you bring my muse from dust to dash, to hush Only ever with you my being wants to attach as first step already taken to our primrose path Only ever with you, tips dance linger to cherry lips Slow summer hands will roam vast to wonderland Whence pearl white peel smooches chocolate skin only ever with you, heartbeats climbs a boiling point Stars and moon may leave the dark skies yet, one look at the gleam of your blue eyes day and night, I see the rising sunrise. Only ever with you, I will dive to lows or heights for only ever with you, I'll plunge to infinity. Prayers plea asking blessings from Divinity to tie two hearts and two souls in sole unity. Mindless to whatever is there in humanity Only ever with you... _______________________________________________ POEM OF THE DAY -- February 27, 2015 ©O. E. Guillermo 5:32 pm, February 26, 2015


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015


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On One Knee

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if you wanted to dance with me
i mean really wanted to dance with me
then i would
i would dance with you

if you needed me to walk on water
i would stand there until the lake froze
then i would
i would walk on water for you

if you suggested i climb 
a mountain 
warm at the bottom
freezing at the peak 
i'd buy you a snow globe
turn it upside down and up
hold your hand warm 
watch the freezing snowfall
climb your suggestion creatively

if you mentioned 
you'd like me to paint your portrait 
i'd buy every different colour of acrylic paint I could find
blend them on a canvas
paint your colourful internal portrait
every crayon in the box 
that's who i see

if you said move me
i wouldn't hire a truck
or even touch one stick of furniture
i would write this poem for you
put a bow on it
fingers crossed 
i would move you

your lips are always on my mind

if you want a man
willing to do...
...a man...
...hold you gentle but firm

i'm here 

ring in hand 
on one knee

November 28 2016





Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016


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The Tempest in Thine Heart

O daughter of thunder,
slayer of dragons (and of men's hearts),
why dost thou torment me so?
For which sin must I reside in this
purgatory of despair, this abyss
which allows me no peace 
nor ray of sun - nor hope?

If I were to supplicate thee with tender words
might thou forgive,
or would thy spite remain?
Like an inferno that ravages
a man's spirit, scattering his remains
to the four winds- 
would all mem'ry of us then cease? 

Remember the days of yore
when love govern'd our ev'ry move
and lush lyrical gardens
were ours to delight in.  
I pine for thy touch, thy gentle stroke,
for the words that fondl'd my very soul-
soft laments that brought this man to his knees,
weeping. 

This solitude, my love, is worse
than a thousand hells.  
If I were to traverse a thousand miles
and yet thou were to forsaketh me,
of what good would this vain life be?
I call to thee but thou remains distant,
thy silence more deaf'ning than the horn of battle. 

Thus, I beg of thee - end this pain!
Let me enjoy thy sweet society once more,
sing to me a sweet lullaby,
bring this troubl'd spirit peace. 
O daughter of thunder,
speak poetic words of comfort
and I shall return to thee with all mine heart. 

Or will this dreadful tempest claim the vict'ry?




 


Copyright © July Morning | Year Posted 2018


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I Think Of You - At The Edge - 3


A reflection of the coloured pencil drawn sky
skates on the glass smooth surface below it.
While a rebellious group of shades take their positions 
on a glorious stage to express themselves artistically and
I...

i think of you

Wisps of clouds shaped like a palm leaf
fan the winds that stoke the fire
of a randomly sketched sunset.
I...

i think of you

The cool of an ocean breeze 
travels the shadows of this low lit evening.
Caresses my skin like the essence of romance.
Enthralled by the allure of a candle lit sky,
I...

i think of you...

Our French Bakery early mornings.
Café au lait and croissants.
Our freesia soaked baths.
Your mink soft body.
Its milk and honey scent.

As I fall off 
the edge of the world,
I...

i think of you.




March 19 2015
Armand






Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015


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We'll Always have San Andreas

-rearranging the stars-

How could we agree to separation? 
If you were destined to be my soulmate,
Why would we allow the stars to change our fate?
They've written in a fresh verse 
Sewing in a new song, soon to be sung
The Stars are not to blame
The fault lies deep within our hearts

Like earthquakes wondering through the years
separating silicone valley of tears.
Sweeping sweet dreams far away
What has become of my day?
Today the sun sets holding on to old hope
Tears fall down a sudden slope

Now my dreams are drowning down another road
Tonight I sit under the aspen cold
Alone, no longer in search of gold
Naming nights you whispered words of love to my soul

Your love no longer speaks 
Without warning, the Midas touch slowly fades
In my chest  -  I find fault  
The sound of heartache echoes every day
Rejuvenating every crack from display
In plain sight, I search for thee
The sun  -The moon  -The madness  -The Salton Sea
My heart no longer speaks

Everything I dream of sinks like the night
Stuck in quicksand  -- the aftermath
Healing scars the aftershock left behind
Finding ways to fill the gloom
Alas bridal curtains sit silently in my room
Setting boundaries between Earth's poetic plates
Like an earthquake passing through my heart 
You left like the moon, moving mountains apart

IS THERE SOMETHING YOU forgot TO TELL Me, dear
Suddenly, San Andreas Fault looks tragic from here
Until then I will hold my breath
In hopes, our Plates will meet again 

By: PD
6/29/15


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015


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Providence On Behalf Of Love

Providence On Behalf Of Love
 

I that have seen such beauty 
fallen beneath its gleam 
rejected my life’s duty  
to wade thus in its stream  

Saturating me with love  
bathed in moon’s reflection  
naught more for me to dream of  
drown me your affection  

With our true hearts united  
stare into love’s abyss  
night dreams felt unrequited  
are thus found with first kiss  

Passion’s torch does scorch the sun  
red molten flow in veins  
as we two become as one  
unbridled, fallen reins  

Sacrosanct are our love nights  
life’s sweet joys soar with you  
without your touch, nothing’s right  
next tryst now overdue  

Stoke my love and lustful sate  
lure me your siren song  
wooing whirlwind perfect fate  
where pulse and pleasures throng  

We shall meet under moonlight 
join true hearts in one fire 
kiss in love’s sweet depths all night 
meld into deep desire 

We’ll sail ‘cross life’s open seas 
explore each others’ shores  
casting caution to the breeze  
re-writing romance lores 


Love’s paradise we’ll not miss 
destiny sends us there 
living life with blushing bliss 
heaven for us to share 

Rapture’s mine, your eyes starshine 
your light does kiss my soul  
 intervention our’s Divine 
in ecstasy extol 



Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley

(a collaboration)

_______________June 8, 2018______________


*Providence* - a manifestation of divine care or direction -



My Poet’s Note:  When my talented friend Robert, found and presented to me his lovely poem fragment, from long ago (the first stanza), and asked if I would be interested in writing a collaborative poem with him, I said ‘Yes’!  In the moment of reading his tender words, I was inspired.. and honored and humbled, by his generous and kindhearted offer to finish this poem with him through our creative cooperation. It was my great pleasure and a tremendous poetic experience for me to create and write with Robert, a fine poet of such high caliber who just so happens to be my esteemed friend as well. Robert, you made my first collaboration a pure joy and our friendship and partnership in poetry is cherished.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Robert’s Poet’s Note:  How our collaboration on this poem came to be. I had this short poem fragment from many decades ago. I saw some merit in it being completed. At first I sat down to write and finished the poem myself. Then I remembered the insight, the quality and beauty of Susan's previous collaboration with me - our sonnet duet and that sealed the deal. I decided to ask her if she would finish that old poem fragment as a collaboration with me. To my great and fortunate delight she agreed to do so.
A true blessing it is for me to compose with such a kindhearted and talented poet
as my dear friend most assuredly is...
As it is always a pleasure to write and discuss poetry with my talented friend..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


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A Tribute to a Major Appliance

Sub-titled: What’s in YOUR Fridge?

Please allow me to introduce myself:
My name is Ms. Fridge A. Daire
I stand tall among my lesser cohorts
and MOST of them really look up to me

However, I have two problems:
First, I’m FED UP with my owner
He's always opening my door
reaching deep inside (Oooh yeah!)
helping himself to my goodies
without EVER cleaning me out
or scrubbing me from top to bottom
Doesn’t he know a woman has NEEDS?

Then there’s that stupid stove next to me
who’s constantly flirting and making passes
Says he wants to ‘warm me up’ and ‘defrost’ me
bragging that I’ve ‘got the hots’ for him
which absolutely makes my Freon boil!
Of course, I always give him the cold shoulder
by freezing him with my famous icy stare
and responding, “Simmer down Four-Eyes"
or “I don’t date shorter appliances"
But he’s always cooking up something else...

So I asked my owner to move me to another spot
He said he would if I wasn’t so heavy...HEAVY?
What kind of thing is THAT to say to a lady?
He also claims there’s no other place to plug me
PLUG me? Who does he think I am anyhow?
I found it quite crude and vulgar! ANYWAY...
I suggested an extension cord and he blew a fuse!
Geez, no wonder he’s still single...





  


Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015


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Forever Loved

You could never be mad at me
Wise old man whom my heart could see
You were there when I needed you
Just a young child so full of life
Causing many an adult strife
If I lied you could see right through 
You could never be mad at me
Wise old man whom my heart could see 

Because of you I changed my ways
Have respect till my dying days
You were there when I needed you
If I lied you could see right through
You could never be mad at me
Wise old man whom my heart could see

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.05.2014
Dr. Mehta Contest: Sonnetina Rispetto
3rd


Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014


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Reflections

When I saw that young muscular man 
standing, hand on hip, in the driveway
four flights down from our balcony,
I was instantly attracted before I
realized it was you...my sweetheart,
so unaware of your electric presence.

You were speaking to our neighbor,
and though I couldn't quite hear your 
conversation, I heard your laughter.
You were just being your dynamic 
friendly self, one of the many reasons 
I fell in love with you so quickly; your
passion for life, your willingness to
aid anyone who needed a helping hand,
and a sensual presence larger than life.

All my female friends I introduced you
to secretly called you a 'handsome hunk',
meant in the most complimentary way.
I reminisce on cool spring nights like this 
and when you smile or laugh I still see
that handsome young man I married so
long ago when our time was not fleeting,
and we were both in the prime of our lives.

© Connie Marcum Wong



Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017


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Night in Andalusia

I lounge lazily on my deck chair 
up high in the spacious loggia 
loafing the time away, patient, waiting..... 
The ocean flows into the small bay 
as the sun sets far away over the horizon. 
From below electric lights flash on  
one by one and guitars are strummed. 
The smell of paella wafts up  
towards my rumbling stomach, 
but I sit on, unmoved, immobile, waiting. 
The summer heat is scarcely relieved 
by the faint ocean breeze.  Salty sweat 
runs down my unshaven face,  
a welcome taste as my tongue licks 
the sides of my parched lips. 
The murmur of people reaches me. 
She has arrived and the guitars sing.
So does my heart as I behold my wife.
Slowly she pirouettes on her dainty toes, 
her skirt resembling a veronica, 
like a cape that baits the bull 
in a Spanish bloody arena. 
I cannot see her red red lips 
that taste like lavender in height of summer, 
I can just barely make out her silhouette, 
her sexual curves, her lithe footing, 
her inviting mien, her head held high, 
a proud senora dancing just for love. 
Soon the dance will end and I... 
why I just wait till she'll come to me, 
in the dark cover of the night. 
with a tequila and a night of love. 

15 August 2016

Placed 2


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016


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Quirks


Some people frankly write about their quirks.
If I had any, I would tell you so.
Though no outlandish trait within me lurks,
some folks think I’m a nut. What do they know?

Why do they criticize when I engage
in conversations with myself. What’s wrong
with them? Also, they frequently enrage
me, looking shocked when I burst into song

while jogging through the neighborhood at night
clad in my red muu-muu and army boots.
I overhear them saying, “What a sight!”
I live around mean-spirited old coots!

My grandkids, too, think my behavior strange.
because I check the stove repeatedly
(I must be SURE it’s off!) and rearrange
my papers fifteen times. They’re irked at me
 
when I repeat myself five times a day.
I do this for THEIR benefit! They just
do not appreciate wise things I say.
One learns by repetition; it’s a MUST.

I surely hope I’ve made this crystal clear:
I have no oddball quirks; I’m truly blessed
with wholesome traits that, I feel, should endear
me to all those who criticize and jest!

FICTIONAL (well--some of it))


Date written and posted: February 6, 2018

Contest Title:  Quirks

Sponsor: Madison Demetros





Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2018


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I'm Not Your Puppet

I’m Not Your Puppet
Don’t you ever forget that I’m not your puppet! I’m not a toy on a string that you can manipulate, so you can walk right back through that gate. You thought you could simply bark out commands, and I would just yield to your demands. But I’m so over you and I hope you can see that I’ve broken those chains and I’m now free. Mr. Manipulator, don’t try to mess with my mind, ‘cause it has a will of its own as I’m sure you’ll soon find. Don’t even try to figure me out, I’m my own person, that’s what this is all about!
You took my love for granted, and got everything you ever wanted. Well, marionette maker, let me tell you what's true, no more dancing to your tune as I've had enough of you! Trust me I’m not even bitter, but it’s all over and you can go cry me a river. You really did me wrong thinking you could string me along; but nothing lasts forever and I've grown super strong. I’m not your puppet, and as I’ve told you before, my name's not Pinocchio, so see yourself to the door. You'd better understand that I'm my own woman, and I will not be controlled by any man!
Inspired by the R&B song, “I’m Your Puppet,” released in December 1966 by James and Bobby Purify, singing duo. 12-26-2014 Contest: Puppets Sponsor: John Lawless Placement: 9th


Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014


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To Him who Loves Me

He held me through the maelstrom of my heart
strong arms of comfort, chest of solid might
with soothing touch the healing he did start
he brought the rays of sun to warm my night

the whispers in my ear were tender, sweet
they breathed into my soul his courage fierce
he vanquished all the cold with flaming heat
and placed his balm on wounds that lies did pierce

my heart he touched and made to beat once more
my eyes he kissed with truth, and I could see
On lips his love with kisses he did pour
he arms a haven that was meant to be

To him who loves me with such constant care
my dreams, my soul and body I will bare 

Eileen





Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015


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COME WHAT MAY




The steep waning of duskfall held by one Cuddled by a wheeze , the dim air’s pale light, Nestling upon boughs of memoirs undone As scenes rise mildly with an ached delight. Although fall plunges into my own depth, Giving way to chills of winter ,prolonged So must spring blossom with a fragrant breath For roam I must through peaks of Augusts’ song. And musings dip upon the faltering wings A blazed remembrance of seasons’ refrains; Snuffed by love’s risk, hardened from cold warning Oh time withers, breaks ...still I call your name. Hearts evade pleas, sweet moments gone astray That now I rest on a crib of old stars But such is life allowing what is the way; To gather new treasures...near or afar. Judy Konos' C'est La Vie 11/5/2014


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014


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Give and Take


The give and take in love should reach a mean
whereby the two be equally disbursed,
so givers' hearts would never suffer lean,
cold hungry hours without love reimbursed.

And those who take would never reach the stage
of ravenous and selfish, one-way traits.
Such balance would create a better age,
if give and take maintained their equal weights.

But somehow this could never balance out,
for givers give beyond the gifts they bear;
in turn, must feed on crumbs, for without doubt;
the hungry takers take beyond their share.

While takers tip the scale with all they gain,
the givers, weak and thin, smile through their pain.


Sandra M. Haight

~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Any HM Ever
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 01/22/2017

~ Honorable Mention~
Contest: Love Justice
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Judged: 01/24/2015


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015


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Rising Within Your Pages

I take for granted all that I can do
Thinking that what I have has all been earned
Instead I should be so thankful to You

A spirit of pride is one that is learned
I start to believe the things that are said
Thinking that what I have has all been earned

Within my heart I begin to be led
Rising within the pages of Your Word
I start to believe the things that are said

I learn to fly on the wings of a bird
Here is where I learn the ways of Freedom
Rising within the pages of Your Word

I no longer doubt your Kingdom will come
Without your Love I will never know Peace
Here is where I learn the ways of Freedom

Within the Heavens praises never cease
Without Your Love I will never know Peace
I take for granted all that I can do
Instead I should be so thankful to you


Any poem #4 Contest.

Sponsored by Nathan A.

Written March 7th 2014


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014


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Barbie

Barbie
from Loch
March 5, 1990

I fell in love in a biker bar
	with a girl in chocolate hair.
It swept around her like a smoky fire
	and woke up the beast in my lair.

Her bright eyes twinkled like brilliant stars
	at the end of the moonless road--
they called to me like a siren song
	to lay down my heavy load.

Tall she was like a square rigged ship
	like a mast shrouded in clouds; 
and she could dance like a foamy wave,
	making Neptune cry out loud.

But the path of a ship is a bubble
	and suddenly she was gone--
her chocolate hair and vanilla neck
	are moments in my sad song.

This siren's memory seizes me
	like cinnamon schnapps and a grin
which warm the body from the inside out
	and settle a smile on your chin.

Her dancing hair drove my clouds away
	and opened an azure sky;
and all I asked was a tall, thin ship
	and two stars to steer me by.

Among all the women I've danced with
	none are remembered so fair
as a girl who walked like a tall ship,
	and had waves of chocolate hair.


Copyright © Loch David Crane | Year Posted 2014


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A S-I-M-P-L-E Yes or No


                       


Ink spills purposely on paper forming letters of certain alphabets to vowels and consonants. Though speechless, one puts forth effort to enunciate and pronounce aloud the syllables carefully to articulate loves interest. Do you want to be my one and only Love Interest?
Pace INK-U-SCRIPT 03-07-13


Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT | Year Posted 2013


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The Devil Made Me Do It

It had been a long night, an hour drive just to be with my sister. One must stay in touch with family; it’s the right thing to do. I don't even know what movie we saw. Here she was again in all her glory whining, and whimpering, about her conditions. Confined space is the wrong place to be with someone bi-polar. Sometimes, I think the family should mark her eruptions on a calendar, maybe there’s a pattern? She was hungry; her blood sugar was low; hurry, get her home! 

“Geez Sis, if my life depended on carrying peanuts, I'd make damn sure I had them with me!” I my replied. 

the sleet fell
through the headlight beams:
fog inside

“You bleeping self-centered witch!” Her reply.

And on and on, enumerating all my faults at the top of her lungs. Her face was darting back and forth across the stick shift like a viper. The weather was so bad, and her screaming so loud; I almost drove us up a telephone pole. The back road to her house was serpentine through a pinewood, and over narrow, slick, bridges. Well, about fifteen minutes into my dissection, I burst a gut.

“You need to have some control. Your diet is horrible. I wish you could see yourself eating. Your plate might as well be a trough.” There now I’ve gone and done it, I thought to myself. The little devil in me was all smiles. When we pulled into the driveway; she leapt out.

the car door
slams rattling the glass:
eyes wet as rain glass 

It only felt good for a moment. It was true; she did deserve the comment. She’d felt free to butcher me, but, it was wrong to try to hurt her. The momentary release, which felt so good, has given us months of anguish. 


Published in Dead Snakes Magazine Winter 2014




Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2014


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The Treasure Of Giving

The thing with giving is Expectation... The treasure of giving is the giving itself without expecting anything in return. A loan creates dependency, inequality. *** I bend over and kiss you while you are sleeping The fragrance of your helpless frailty Softness of your skin I cherish I rub this balm in the palms of my hands to warm it, to give you pause of sickness softness without pain And I lift you against me Gently I Smile in your ear You whisper soft tufts of warm air in my neck You give me the gift of tenderness You expect nothing in return I only ask to be here, with you, I give you my life to love you forever *** April 4, 2017 Copyright © Darren White


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017


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Joining the Pieces

Sometimes we sit alone,
quiet, trying to figure
out who carried a piece
of us with them, as we try
to put ourselves together again...


Date: 24/02/2016


Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016


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BLUE MOON RISING ON A STORMY NIGHT - TITLES CONTEST

Blue moon rising on a stormy night I sit sobbing without you Sadness, when we fell out of love The point of no return, drifting apart You broke my heart, my fragile heart Now you're gone, I'm missing you Guess it's over Tell me why Whispers on the wind Words: disappointment dejection disillusioned rejection A true tragic tale heartbreak loneliness, sad eyes a single tear Reflections in the moment precious moments carry me away... The scent of your soul breath of love shadows from the past personal memories After the rain I will survive letting go Spring is coming soon a new beginning inner peace Best Titles Contest Sponsored by Laura Loo (Every Line used is the original title of one of my poems) June 11th 2017


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017


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Photos with Glitches on Invisible Wings

You're a camera obscura, a broken bell's rings,
You made me dance slowly on sad phantom strings.
You always had the slightly off-color touch,
Your insensitive skin never softened up much.

Our meals were quiet with subtle trespass,
Off like a mispronounced requiem mass.
I corrupted your files, threw you askew,
You knew my pictures weren't entirely true.

We never could see in each other's mirrors,
Our focus was broken, our lenses were tears
That clouded our vision, that shrouded the past,
Our statements were false, or if pure couldn't last.

I voided your interest, the chasm was steep,
You fell into boredom, I put you to sleep.
You woke up translucent, you dissolved in the air,
Did I ever see you, were you ever there?


December 17, 2016
For Daniel Turner's contest - 'What was I thinking'


Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2016


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Indian Summer Eyes

Indian summer lies within your autumn hazel eyes, my velvet bloom vibrant now lost after your killing frost; love lingers in bereft fingers, I stroke your face in guise, once lustrous, amaranthine heart lies bleeding in exhaust. My velvet bloom vibrant now lost after your killing frost, your chill withered russet my enchanted efflorescence; once lustrous, amaranthine heart lies bleeding in exhaust, as you disperse in scarlet moonlighting vaporescence. Your chill, withered russet my enchanted efflorescence, blue breath exhaled... my cooling mood still hangs in our mid-air; as you disperse in scarlet moonlighting vaporescence, your affair concupiscent more than my bemoan can bear. Blue... breath exhaled, my cooling mood still hangs in our mid-air, my harvested heart-ache, my heart-break, my heart-feeling weep~ your affair concupiscent more than my bemoan can bear, into all my tomorrows tears of my sorrow shall seep. My harvested heart-ache, my heart-break, my heart-feeling weep, amaranth once fertile, frost-bitten, fading everyday; into all my tomorrows, tears of my sorrow shall seep despite your warmth, light of day and hoarfrost melting display. Amaranth once fertile, frost-bitten! Fading everyday, love lingers in bereft fingers. I stroke your face in guise; despite your warmth, light of day and hoarfrost melting display, Indian summer - lies! - within your autumn hazel eyes. Susan Ashley October 8, 2017 ------------------------------ ~ 3rd Place~ Contest: Mid October Premiere Sponsor: Brian Strand Submitted: October 10, 2017 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Contest: Write Me A Pantoum Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2017


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Autumn's desires

Autumn's desires

Your amber-umber eyes, penetrate me
as saffron sun sets on faces, ashen
Your suspicious mind raves with jealousy
as pumpkin winds chill our summers passion
your love transitions to winter's fashion.

Fire and ice keep flowing through your bold veins
Wild imaginations portend cold rains.

I dream of your ruby-red crimson lips
my mind won't rest until you have returned
the  touches from your ginger fingertips
we can rebuild the bridges that have burned,
then, we will laugh at all the lessons learned

I think of your flowing cinnamon hair
mem'ries of our home, and you being there.

John Derek Hamilton
September 16,2017


Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017