Best Rhapsody Poems
I remember
when I was a poor boy
and nobody loved me
mamma's tears felt like acid
burning holes in my heart -
I became breathless
triggers came without a guarantee
violence swept like an adversary
in silence i found my sanctuary
my bubble an escape from reality
grenades of my ancestors
detonated along my destiny
I burned in a bonfire of misery
papa's demons were too loud
so I hid my heart behind a shroud
as fatal tumors cursed my tongue
my sighs turned into a melancholic song
triggers came without a guarantee
violence swept like an adversary
in silence i found my sanctuary
my bubble an escape from reality
as the novelty of poison wore out
through the Devil's death i began to shout
his assassination set my soul free
childhood pain became my poetry
once I was a poor boy with silent ink,
but in adolescence I've learned to think
i used to wish I had never been born
but it's pointless living with bitter scorn
As withheld words escaped through winds of change
regretful tears from fears were blown out of range
When morning breaks in shades of wine...
with claret skies to blush the dawn...
I will stretch and yawn, and thank the night
for this polished, apple day
I will wait until the sun is high, where dew upon the rose is dry
I'll have my cup, .. with toast and jam...
then, make escape, ..........the quest begins,
to seek my small reward
It happens slowly...
gathering reason from an untamed mind
Up into the meadow where the brambles climb
twisted and tangled, through burgandy vines
while deftly my fingers, will probe the maze
and reach for wild berries,.....warm from the haze
Then, thumping their goodness, one after one
into the bucket, dented and worn
A search through thorns, a prick on my thumb
till my back is ripe, and wet in the sun
Finger painting my faded blue jeans
Knowing my cheeks are flushing in pink
Sucking sweet juice from two crimson thumbs
Who cares a lick, of the thorns or a bee?
I am a bee, buzzing serenity...
plucking small bits of reason and sanity
taking home goodness in a battered tin pail
feeling alive, on a wild-flowered hill
Tonight's sweet delight, is warm berry cobbler,
oozing with goodness of juicy red gems
staining my tongue, and turning lips scarlet
dripping blood droplots onto my chin
Yet never as splendid, or tasting as fine,
as warmed by my smile, straight from the vine
Picking red berries, and freeing my mind
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counting vermillion clouds that are spun
then heading back home, with the red crimson sun
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For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: "Colours"
5/4/13
Resubmitted to Skat's contest:
Paint me on your canvas of rosy dawn,
dewy scarlet daisy blooms in soft hues,
your cherry-dipped fingers dwelling upon,
crimson cool honey dripping to heart's muse.
Drench my soul in your ethereal touch,
Inhaling your musk with lazy noon mush,
dancing to whispers of orchards you clutch,
tendrils in vineyard of my cocooned blush.
Sing me a rhapsody of clouds in white,
lilac summer holding onto spring breeze,
my hair tickle your glances at twilight,
velvet breaths fuse in woods with rustling trees.
Silver crescents blaze moonlit pearls my love,
lulled in silks of tranquil stars from above.
May 29, 2020
Summers heat sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
~Winner: 2nd Place
BRIAN'S SELECT 2,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~Winner: 2nd Place
Somewhere between our song, he is there
like a delicacy on my tongue;
on my fingertips he burns
the silence on my eyelids,
and even the pang that he leaves
is a blaze in itself.
And what is compelling
about the maleness of this star
is how his glance can still reach me
in circles of adagio movements
even when he is not around.
As fast as speeding thought,
he rules over me…
sending a thousand revolving wings
to shade me from the sun,
fountains to wash me away…
then i am gone, done
into the rhapsody of his arms.
And even the pang that he leaves
is a fire in itself
that simmers like oil in me…
till the falling of another evening,
when once again he takes his laughter
in my sky to flare in my heart
like a night keeper rising an octave
of love’s syncopated heaves,
trailing one beat ahead of me.
Favorite Love Poem Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Winters magical mix,
Shimmering sky, blue,
Dazzling crystal landscape,
Firs adorned in a gala dress of white,
A chorus of snow,gently swirling,
dancing in
Winter's Rhapsody.
A woodland path in the dappled sun- hushed and quiet
where I come free my breast and silently ponder.
I gaze upon a spiritual calm and listen to its quiet song
releasing tranquility of mind that does wander.
Between branches of towering mixture of spindly trees
encased in morning sunlight smoky haze;
I hear the rustle of hanging leaves falling gently as a sigh,
conceding tired mellow heart to praise.
In far distance echoes soft cries of lonesome blue jay,
quickly taunting squirrel gives harassing reply.
In shadows of bushy foliage, sunlight fails to cast
hides ground creatures that have come to spy.
A cool soothing breeze sweetly lulls an inward peace
capturing solitude within fractured soul.
Suddenly troubled trapped mind feels timely at ease
when moment seized a woodland stroll.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
6/6/2011
Third Place Winner ~ "A Woodland Path” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
July 6, 2011
HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY
Her hand’s swan-like dance,
ivory shadow puppets
romance. Hungarian rhapsody.
The musician sans existence
as emotive fingers move
imaginary marionettes
with splendiferous precision.
Drama drops onto piano keys
occasionally taking a gentle stroll
then in sensuous sway, sashaying
like an exotic dancer. The musician
plucks and plinks as if
with chameleonic charm, like an
angel playing a harp.
Her fingers fast walk the keyboard
then resound tremulous keys.
(The audience swoons, spooned
by a rapturous torrent that enters
the heart, strokes and kisses
the yearning flesh, like the taste
and feel of brandy, burning and
tantalizing in breathlessness)
The musician’s slender fingers
now strum along in gaiety, like
paramours on the streets of Paris,
Springtime in the air. Palms nearly
rest upon silent keys as if two lovers
lay back upon a bed with puffs of smoke.
Dawn’s crescendo, with peaks of happiness
reside upon streets of ebony and ivory.
Life’s serendipitous monologue begins
once more with foreboding or adventure
or both. Is there loneliness upon this crest
for what has happenstance brought,
are they star-crossed? Do we see the sun
and the moon racing through their pulse —
days of birth and mourning?
(The blond marionette in concert black
seems to be mesmerized or hypnotized
by the muse of music. She’s like a dream
on a performance stage. Practiced in
illumination of flame. She releases the arrow
and the audience brightens up like a chandelier
with clinking and brilliant crystal pieces)
Happiness once again but with ferocious fervor
sends the keys to a heavenly place - to ears,
to mind, to soul...a cheer of a great parade,
and then the shivering of climatic peak,
followed by a lullaby of dreams - we imagine
a newborn wrapped up in a life well-lived.
The darling gal still doesn’t give up the ghost
but plays and plays...can you hear the needle
stuck at the vinyl’s end...spending all love gives?
Only the Creator Himself can lift the arm and
carry the musician still incubating all her charm.
3/19/2018
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Moaning gently as her beauty opened wide the grove of our joy...
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Heavenly melodies of sweetened rhapsody in this, her ripened rising
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Melting these the flavours flowing through my heart her love; my love ~
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Caressing her breast as I lift her thighs she cries, softly my keepers name
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As arching into the sky this bow of her ecstasies rapturous, delicious delight...
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Quenching my thirst within her pulped pleasure; as lovingly guiding me unto her lips
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To share with her beauty the juice of her nectar, in this, the fruitful orchard of our love ~
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...“Raspberry Orange Rhapsody” *
Music blended with nature's dark, unbroken cadence and rhapsody.
Waves crashing vigorously, reverberating in my mind with the graceful notes of
the piano, the fragrance of wet foliage and the perfume of wildflowers mingling,
I perceive a view of inspiration for this poet's muse.
Twittering, chirping birds wrapped in the cadenza of a gentle flute drifting, a
bouquet delicate, and pleasing, entwined in the scent of the forest, my wandering
spirit comes closer for a sweet magical glimpse.
The whisper of the wind, a symphony tangled with the violin's quivering, throbbing
melody, such redolence, this penetrating overture for my soul, I lift my eyes to
God's painted sky, gazing beyond the clouds, floating in this unbroken rhapsody.
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September 16, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/Unbroken Rhapsody
Copyright Protected, ID 15-709-929-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Mixed Senses,
sponsor, Nette OnClaud
Fifth Place
The desolate wasteland of deprivation traversed
by my jagged life that tried so long so very hard
to smoothen the angularities of the serrated mind,
swirling in the egregious whirlpool of indignation.
Sucked into sordid abyss of despondent delirium,
I searched out for myself a path of passion within,
leading through the pulsating portal to my heart,
not yet frozen in the prolonged winter of despair.
The spring of yearning came with fragrance of fervor,
drifting on the dreamful wings of the sensuous time,
from the flowers of my blooming heart where you flew
like a butterfly creating cadence of surreal symphony.
Harmonized with the mesmeric music of my longing,
enthralled emotions danced on the ripples of rhapsody
that rolled between you and me to entwine us forever,
consecrated the concept of concealed craving called love.
You let it bloom with the floral design of fervent desire,
the patina of silky petals would shine till the end of time.
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September 3, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
Quiet ... to ... Hush ...
Quiet ... to ... Hush ...
The Butterfly wings gently over the flowers
As the Flute whispers in the wind ...
Soft ... to ... Gentle ...
Soft ... to ... Gentle ...
The Goldfinch warbles its song across the lake
And the Strings add their rhythmic hum ...
Mild ... to ... Mellow ...
Mild ... to ... Mellow ...
The Crickets click their heels as evening falls
While a solitary Drum holds court in melodic bass ...
Rest ... to ... Calm ...
Rest ... to ... Calm ...
The Trees sway in cadence with the breeze
So, Too, the tinkling of Bells chime in their harmony ...
Caress ... to ... Love ...
Caress ... to ... Love ...
A Teardrop warms its cheeky path
For the Symphony has touched a Heart ...
Stay elusive shade
of my beloved
I wish to caress
the rounded hills
of your form...
My hands seek
the fertile valleys
entangled in gentle branches
green and cool
that are you...
You, silent giver
of secret worlds
sweet love of non-illusion
hands of tender leaves...
With obedience of steel
my heart follows your attraction
why lure me with solicitations
only to vanish and depart?
Lay with me
upon bed of sailing ship
unclasp and unzip revealing such beauty
close your eyes and hear my moans
embrace being fully human...
Share my bed
tyranny triumphs over pain
lay next to me in praise of my bed
until the early morning light
brings fresh blues and friendly reds...
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Breath breathes into breath
as midnight air is captured,
Flesh melts into flesh
upon the wings of rapture,
Black paradise erupts within
Shadows move in rhythm
Kiss envelops kiss
The flower engulfs the stem,
The rose bud opens her petals
embracing the heated thunder
the feeling most incredible
Liquid love melts the bodies under,
Drip to floor the elixir of the two
Body stuck to body sips,
Tongues taste the passion's dew
Searing heat like flames through flesh it rips,
Undulate in rhythm of the movement
enchantment settles in the soul
Nirvana casts a spell of melting beauty
breath is quickened liquid falls below,
Embraces tight so fierce they won't let go
Wrapped around the flesh of frenzied gasps
Ravishment intoxicates the midnight glow
That space of time that only we will ever know.
and when crickets croon our song in whispered tones,
find me within luscious reveries of tulip moons,
while stars swirl to the rhapsody of longing~
clouds burst lilac dust upon the burning skyline...
for even in your absence, I taste the firefly’s kiss,
caressing the infatuated skin of my seized canvas.
I will write a few gathered words about my lover,
from the past;
and will collect my tears in a big glass jar,
that's a lovely dress, he said, now take it off.
How our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces,
he whispers in my ear sexy things;
when he touches me- my blood is pulsing hot,
my body ignites with an ache and he kisses me.
I breathe him in,
and we are lost in a wild whirlwind of lust and love.
The sheets are in a tangle and we are all sweaty,
I love him so much;
and want to be sheltered in his arms forever, ever,
he whispers, kiss me, and I do, and I am lost again.
Oh, I found my safe sanctuary in his beating heart,
a refuge in his soul and shelter from my pain;
I wish that I could freeze time and stay with him,
I stroke his face and lips and he smiles at me.
And whispers, love me,
beyond the closed curtains- the midday sun shines.
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June 20, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Rhapsody
Copyright Protected, ID 06-802-861-20
All Rights Reserved, 2016, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, That is Sexy
sponsor, Lewis Raynes, Judged, 2016
Fifth Place