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if my love for you was any greater
the trees would line up in poetic forms
...awe you in sonnets written...
...part...to allow winds to cool your face...
to trace it with natures hand.
all the oxygen that covers all the waters rise,
supercharge the breath of my emotion.
mountains would melt, shed their peaks like tears of joy.
even the arid deserts serve up fruits,
their prickly pears peeled on a platter.
sunset would pause and sunrise hurry...
...exist in a paradox to herald your presence.
petals would climb their stems
regroup to bloom again.
butterflies re-cocoon
emerge as glorious fairies
for all children to adore.
the skies would willingly
shape, etch, paint,
frame my exuberance.
the planet would swell,
the galaxies expand.
in the endless depth
of my singular love
i hold you dear,
safely contain you
in my admiring smile,
for now,
forevermore.
16~10~2014
Sponsor: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Contest Name: Your Most Romantic Poem of 2014
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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A
fine
Parrot Tulip
in vibrant intensities
with unique undertones
of green acquirable only in a
few forests. A ruby red swirls within
its petals beckons awareness of those very
strokes that live in the lustre of your shapely lips
like fantasy realized. Mirthful yellows in all those lacquers
barely ever seen as one would scorch their eyes to gaze lastingly
directly at the Sun - though I have been fortunate to witness identical
iridescence in strands of your hair you unintentionally flip and like dainty
fingers wave me on to move closer to your flawless frame - memorized easily.
A
special
fuchsia sparingly
paints the flower they
say exists only in certain
singular gemstones yet l know
this tincture for I have seen it in your
cheeks when we play and laugh. Oh your
laugh how it fills me - replacing noise surfing
the waves of sound in the surrounding atmosphere.
How enchanting when your laughter there - dwells to
tickle molecules invisible to the eyes but felt by the human
heart. Parrot tulips with their soft myriad shades become stunning
against a deep black backdrop which shimmers bright like your ebony eyes.
Sparkle like your smile and I grin happily just thinking of you, just thinking of us.
A
pearl
white that also
adorns the flower a
special light effect I have
found in your complexion - dazzles
my mind each and every time I see you.
Parrot tulips a miracle of nature, a special
breed I admit are as remarkable as any offering
that grows in our gardens but rarer still - you the flower
I share my life with. No one, no thing, no life compares to you,
your approach - for every time I even think of you, the joy it brings
completes the meaning of my existence full. If not for you no other delight
would have that extra zest I feel from the sharing of your love and light always.
A
Parrot
tulip oh
what joy it
brings. How the flower
draws these words from
me. Ironic how true allure felt
fills our glass so I thought I'd share
with you how it uplifts my days - knowing
confident in our love as one - you'd never resent
me speaking of an elegance other than yours. So you may
know - understand what the fibres of ones constitution compels
them to write. Now - about a mystique other than the one you sport with
humility. Finally I have written a poem on aesthetics that does not mention you.
A
closing
monologue.
Just above and
beneath the dirt grows
riches unimaginable. Made to
be absorbed by senses recognizable
only by a few. They are free for the taking.
An appreciation, a love of a natural essence.
A flower, a person, romance you breathe incomparable
to anything real or imagined. It alone are the wings we humans
seek...as real and as precious as all else consumable. How lucky I
am the magic handed out daily on these pages. The people I could never
find anywhere else then here. I am in love with their words in love with them.
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April 27 2015
The Gardener
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015
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*Secreto de Medianoche*
~On this very Night~
I found myself in a
FANTASY
Camouflage in lace,
I run my hands all over the place
Wet whispers drop in between
In a soft stroke,
I touch the tan on my skin
Pure sweetness unfolds
The perfumes in the air - Arouse
every sexual intention inside
Without a care,
I'm lost in the moment,
Every feeling at this point,
feels erotically insane,
In a seductive way--
the night whispers my name,
A freedom flight - into the night.
(Like the wind)
Caressing my breast, my legs tremble
Beyond the haze, into another world
Never pointless - A new sensation
My fingers slither, a play tonight
Circles in motion,
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion,
I touch myself gently,
Thinking of you relentlessly,
Looking around,
The night echoes a whimpering sound,
Embracing the secrets inside
I squeeze the dark damp sheets-
Moaning and moaning, repeatedly.
Holding my silk pillow, groping my knees,
I run my finger on my lips -
Satisfaction complete!
Back into the realm of dreams.
~Tonight~
:)
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
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Written in The Stars
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Two hearts bleached by the sun
A poem's - fallen wish
The Love
Of A Life Time
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Majestic beams fall from heavens meadow
Two hearts stitched by the constellation
Under the moon's glow
You and I
Gazing up into the Starry Sky
This night we sit under the dazzling diamond dust
Our eyes feel and meet tonight
Stars twinkle a poem of each paired heart
Listen......While......The God's Whisper!
What Is Love?
They asked
A wish so gently by the stars
Greeting young couples heart
Poor but, in love
Mockeries of an old shadow
Light embracing this Auspicious moment
-Aster Flares-
Intrigued by sad lovers tale
Two souls forever rich-
Sharing eternity through celestial bliss
Gravitating in the world owned by the stars
A most unfortunate turn of events,
Romeo & Juliet
Collapsing stars rising with a hymn
From the moment they fell
Only to reveal how beautiful--
-- the stars in the dark
Ever so wealthy, around Orion's Belt
Reading notes on every rhyme, every heartbeat
Stars fall every eve entering the atmosphere
Seeping through the soul, making love a part of light
Permanent illusion
Fireflies Flaring up
A passion that last longer than a moment
Each zodiac unfolds
The stars tell you, who you are
Gaze upon the eternity
Follow the Northern star
Beneath your peaceful splendor
They will bow
Sunset and the evening star,
"My Star Of Love"
Like glitter dust upon a timeless shore
Never will the memory of love be gone
Look up at the stars tonight,
For somewhere out there
I read about YOU in a poem.
By; PD
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
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Breathtaking
poetic passions,
lavender skies
in the gloaming.
The lure of lavender
reflections,
the heavens are open.
Suddenly,
crystal rain.
What
a divine cascade~
romantic waters,
dazzling
bodies of light
starbright!
Tranquility
on becoming enlightened.
Autumn's breeze~
windsongs~
Luna's light...
Oh my love
it is quiet tonight,
hold me
under the stars.
A glimpse of heaven,
a place of enchantment,
anima mystique~
always you.
Oh poet,
behind closed eyes,
my soul belongs to you.
You are so beautiful
amour,
many lifetimes
in the shadows.
The wonders of love,
divine inspiration
under the stars.
Seasonal dance
tonight.
12-13-17
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017
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There you were - dancing,
unaware of the intense rain.
Despite grey clouds grimacing,
your radiant glamour enticed emotions.
Emeralds and sapphires shimmered
through those luminous eyes.
First glimpse of your warm smile,
saw suppressed symphonies resonate
with each beat of my heart.
Not all poetry is for everyone's eyes,
so we read each other in silence.
Unwritten ink dyed our skin,
as the pen lost control,
carving our names within
timeless beloved ballads.
Two souls scribbling secret sonnets,
easing restless chambers of our minds.
Naturally beautiful like nature,
our evergreen love blossomed.
As we wandered within utopia's oasis,
our feet kissed sun blessed paths,
leading to passionate pastures.
There is no transcript,
to our epic love story,
it will forever remain an
unpublished manuscript.
Simple Musing
Silent One
11 September 2018
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POTD 30th August 2018
The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings? Or did shadows flit across the leaf strewn path?
No time to dwell ~ She must make haste
Long afore the sun breaks on the morrow
A day surely portent of wrath?
Freedom is in her hands tonight
Release from a tyrannical father
A personage demanding unquestioned obedience
Movements morph into shapes ~ her father’s vicious hounds
Bred to kill ~ Caesar and Brutus
~ A chill tingling ripple runs up her spine~
Baying ~ salivating ~ jumping high
~ Raring for release from muzzles and leashes
Tugged hard by camouflaged hands they jerk back disgruntled
Ferociously they sniff at the scent of blood drawing nigh
Dear God … He knows their plan to elope …
They wait in the shadows
Julius ~ his servant ~ she has sensed him
Creeping ~ Listening ~ Following
Stealthily comes her lover careful not to snap the twigs in the brush
Caution yet eagerness in his gazelle like stride
None the less the man marked for death defies a terror inside
And an overwhelming trepidation she cannot hide
She must alert him of the danger ahead
Love thinks not with logic but with the mind of impulse
Caution him she must ~ her father’s hunting gun will suffice
God lend her wings she prays as down the wooden stairs she flies
A scheme to foil a scheme in haste ~ is never easy to devise
With hands fumbling and trembling convulsively
She lifts the weighty gun off the rack
Snapping back the catch taking aim she fires upward
Up into the midnight sky
Ka Boom ~
They hear in the darkness
The errant bullet whistling through the air
Misinterprets its mission
Striking metal it ricochets
Ka Boom ~
Fate changes its pathway of plans well laid
An exchange for saving his life finding another target
It embeds
in her soft white flesh
Extinguishing her burning shining light instead
Only he seems to hear that heart rendering surprised note in her scream
Unmistakeable in Death ~ a melancholy hopelessness through that unfulfilled cry
Tapering down to the whispering echoing sigh lies the ghostly warning
Turn back! Turn back or you will die!
Heedless to the unshackling of the muzzles,
Mindless to the release of the constraining leads
Sightless to the vicious hounds that to him streak ~ and
Fearless of the cowardice measured by their evil deeds
With his Heart and Soul aflame and bleeding he races
Screaming to his fallen Rose ~ indifferent for his own life
Directly into their line of fire
Oh vengeful Nemesis carry their last piteous cries away ~ tarry naught
Naught for unrepentant men who gloat at a mission complete
Ignorant yet of the tragedy that awaits in the house on the hill
Leaving their hounds to stay by the lifeless prey ~
Reward for the blood of the kill
The Broken Man
Weeps
The sun sets an angry red
The aura round the moon glows a crimson hue
The
Broken
Man
Sobs
While
On her
Grave
An unwatered Rose
Flourishes and grows
Atoned by his tears instead
Footnote:
I have always wanted to write a tragic love story – I’ve chosen the Title of the Poem ‘My Heart will Go On’ to highlight that the heart of the Rose, albeit somewhat vengeful, still ‘goes on’ seeking atonement. The melancholy music ‘Titanic’ simply accentuates this tragedy and has no connection to this story - I trust you have enjoyed this piece.
Video Clip: 2 CELLOS Luka Sulic and Hauser
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018
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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...
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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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I remember the day I became a poet.
In the magnificence of the submerging sun,
I glanced upon her admiring its majesty.
Amidst hues of clementine and lilac,
her image cast a shadow so serene.
My heart began to flutter like a butterfly,
floating towards her -
finally free from the chambers of my cocoon.
Like a silk scarf, scarlet petals wove a path,
aromatising footsteps that led to her.
Who could this mysterious lady be,
that had humbled such a hardened heart?
Although strangers, it felt as our souls
had known each other for eternity.
In twinkling twilight, I could see
pieces of the moon illuminating through her eyes.
How could I forget how the reflection of her smile
invited me to wander willingly into her heart.
Like nocturnal nightingales adrift in the night,
we sang sensual melodies not heard before.
Sensations felt from her soft satin skin
remain a euphoric timeless memory.
Seduced within the substance of soulful desires,
her enchanted essence became my first poem -
the purity of her existence my eternal poetry.
Silent One
19 March 2018
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018
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My dress is made of fine peach coloured lace
Hair is in ringlets, which frames my pretty face
The lights in the room cast a romantic glow
My first ever ball; I must go with the flow
The orchestra strikes up a wonderful tune
Ladies and gentlemen glide round the room
I stand on the sidelines I am oh so very shy
Then a dashing young man catches my eye
I smile at him, then I coyly avert my eyes
I find him so handsome; that I cannot disguise
He reaches tenderly for my awaiting hand
We move to the dance floor; oh it is so grand
His arm wrapped around my tiny waist
We dance to the music, there is no haste
So full of excitement at the hope of romance
I float round the room at my very first dance
At the end of the dance he bows down low
My heart is aflutter I hope this does not show
He leads me gently to the side of the room
Sweet roses enchant us, we smell their perfume
Time flies by so fast and we dance all night
He looks in my green eyes and to my delight
Whispers so gently those words I long to hear
You simply are the belle of the ball my dear
He reaches out gently and kisses my hand
My first ever ball has been oh so grand
Sadly now it is time for me to depart
I bid adieu to the man who has stolen my heart
11~15~14
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014
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Pondering prophetic legacies of timeless lovers,
my heart yearned for a province lavished with perennial passion.
Searching for an enchanted perfect petal,
I wandered within the flower garden of infatuation.
Marigolds shone, smiling among mellow yellow roses,
but their fair friendly fragrance could not quench my thirst.
In the distance, a silhouette of the rarest red rose beamed,
her dulcet aromatic ambience summoned my soul closer.
Upon the first sight of my beloved's subtle innocent eyes,
my mind drifted to a place where time did not exist.
Without a word, her radiance illuminated my whole existence,
like a butterfly admiring pulchritudinous petals - it was pure paradise.
Hand in hand we strolled embarking upon the realms of infinite love,
composing our own idyllic legacy of immortal poetic lyrics.
Simple Musings
Silent One
3 July 2018
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Just as the moon
rises each night
and even as snow
is caressed by its light,
then glowing, I'll rise,
becoming your dawn,
your curved sleeping form
to smile upon.
With eyes like bright stars,
I then will embrace
the landscape of you,
each small line on your face.
And surely you’ll mirror
my worshiping glow,
for I am your moon
and you are my snow.
I’ll keep shining down
with each breath you take.
May I blaze in your dreams
before you awake.
And barely I’ll whisper,
“Keep sleeping, my dear.”
Your faithful beloved,
I’ll always be here.
For Silent One's the 'Romantic poem' Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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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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With the tremulous dark vista so far and yet so near
Abandoning my defences ~ I stand in awe ~ not in fear
Virtuoso Maestro unleash
a Composition Grandioso
To Overtures of a Symphony
herald the raging storming Tempo
Staccato Strains cascading
rapid torrents of Treble and Tremolo
Rhythmic Beats a Prelude
to an intensifying Triple Time Scherzo
Silken sails unfurled I embrace the storm of your tempestuous symphony
Crashing~ drifting~ floating~ flowing~ tasting ~awakening my melodic epiphany
Effervescent chilling thrilling air as
Allegro whelms Allegretto
Electrifying sizzling Musette ~
Trills a mesmeric Capriccio
Registers booming Bass Notes
rumbling within your thunderous Vibrato
Echoing claps of thunder Prompt
a spectacular Cadence Crescendo
I release my Spirit to gratify every phantasy in its sight
The soaring Tempest of my Soul liberates its own Philharmonic flight
Inhibitions abandoned as I succumb to your Music of the Night
Footnote:
By way of musical term allegory, I have endeavored to dramatize and romanticize the Awesomeness of an Electrical Thunderstorm and simultaneously likening it to the rush of tactual Sensual, Sexuality and Emotions experienced in romantic instances. I felt that the instrumental rendition of ‘The Phantom’ Musical, aptly accentuates the trepidation, anticipation and elating sentiments portrayed in the various elements of my poem.
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018
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Sudden rain brought me
under your umbrella
for the first time.
For the first time
you were so close to me
with your fragrance.
The umbrella was
not big enough
to cover both of us.
A raindrop was trickling
down your forehead.
I was following it's trail
without listening to you.
Your words couldn't touch me
like the raindrops falling outside.
The trail of that raindrop
uncovers some secrets for me,
your eyes were bluer
than I thought and your
dimples deeper.
I discovered a beauty spot
below your left ear lobe.
Today,I know about all your
beauty spots....
But still now in a rainy day
I want to walk with you
under the same umbrella.
Date:27th May 2012
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Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2012
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LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION
You
must know
I cried yesterday
and I think I broke the world
so I braided some words into twine
planted some sweet and sour coated seeds
I grew free standing expressions and then I joined
them with left over thread to present these interlocking pieces
in their proper order regardless of the number they wear in an attempt
to confuse and deceive. I offer this humble list for your reading enjoyment
It is an honour to have you visit my page. The pleasure I assure you is all mine
WORDS ON PAPER - THE LIST
FIVE
I loved you centuries before we were born.
You lived in my dreams before I ever slept.
When others wasted time picking flowers
I waited for when it was time to pick you.
Love calls you in the natural scent of your partner.
You'd feel their touch in the vacuum of outer space.
Your desire for them would melt away the ice age.
I want to find a door in the brightest part of the sky I
could open to erase what was, to shine a light so bright
it, like a book of golden words, would write ideas so vital
as to eradicate even a suggestion of our mournful past.
I want to be that magician who does not bother with
illusion but rather heals wounds and shatters burden.
TWO
We were at the fair, joviality in the air.
A memory filed, I was a young child
holding balloons floating round like full moons
in vivid colours bright. Fixed on this joyous sight
I was on Cloud Nine proud these were mine.
If I had not let go of them. If I hadn't watched them
as they flew higher and higher as my heart sunk lower and lower
I might of never learnt what it felt like - hurt.
Hope gloats, hope floats.
either your way or just away.
THREE
sometimes the afternoon sun is.....too hot
to walk barefoot........on the concrete path
still even then.......I refuse to wear my hat
I guess I'll never change, I'm just like that.
sometimes when I jump in the lake in late summer...
with all of my clothes on...I do it in the evening......as
I go down...way down to the bottom...there's a gentle
peace overtakes me..I want to stay down like a rock...
revel in the ecstasy...not swim back up..........not ever
SEVEN
ours was a paper mâché love
living in a cut out cardboard home
with a macaroni art painted lawn
and nothing real to call our own
nothing solid that we could hold.
we tried stacking lego bricks
but you have to be able to pop your cheek
to qualify as a kid - to get a license to build.
the castle we assembled didn't pass the test.
so much for fairy tales - hello reality check.
we rolled the dice but our thimble went
straight to jail and our mouse ended up trapped.
can you hear that buzzing the operation failed. where
are you going? your tricycle is still in the shop and I might
as well tell you..............I have no eights................."go fish!"
we fell through
the bunny hole
where i - jack fell ddddownnn
nnnnnnn and broke my crown
and you - jill came tumbling
aaaaaaaaaaafterrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
EIGHT
it is a choreographed ballet our love
stands strong
legs at the base digging deep
build roots
delicate hands branched out
reach high
long slim fingers define twigs
draw space
the body of our trunk thick
sweet filled
music fills our human needs
one sound
wind pixies dance meticulously
the air
sunlight leaks effectively through
dark spots
lifts carries holds and shapes
our smiles
it is a choreographed ballet our love
in sync
our bodies their senses once immersed in I
now us
ONE
I know the last thing I want to feel as I leave this world, it is your lips on
mine. When I take my last breath I want to feel yours with its loving touch.
NINE
Always,
no matter the roar or intensity of the storm
how severe the attack even out of the norm
Always,
i offer my hand with sincerity
aim to deal with it peacefully.
Always!
SIX
then suddenly it hits
like a swarm of locus.
a deep dark manifestation that greases my mind
my very existence in its unforgiving sense of doom.
every bone stiffens,
when I move, a sound
of dead dried out forest twigs
breaking against the boots of hikers
echoes in the confined space of my skull.
i reach for a pill
slowly it dissolves
under my tongue
i wait
and
i wait
and
i wait
...
my body is soaked in a sweat with its own cold and hot tap.
i assume the position, lying on an unstable floor. the creature
depression is now in full control of my faculties. this too i will survive
...that is what i do...what i do...this is what i do.......somehow i survive.
FOUR
there is a deafening hush...
silently raging through the core
of my existence...still...I am humbled
by the light and the love I have witnessed
in my brief appearance...........here on Earth
there is a river...that walks at my side...
walks with me........at the same stride...
April 14 2015
Armand
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015
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As I gaze into indigo skies,
Stars are brighter tonight,
Twinkling in the darkness
Of a new moon.
Orion's belt enchants
My impassioned heart
As my thoughts of you soar
In a dimension devoid
Of Time's constraints.
Let me feel the warmth of your
Strong arms wrapped 'round me
As we breathe in the scent
Of night blooming jasmine.
You are my summer nights—
In my dreams of us
On cool cotton sheets
While Bach serenades us in
Rainbows of ribbons~
In a symphony of sounds~
Your skin glistens,
And I am lost in love.
7-22-2016
(French translation)
Starbright
Comme j'ai regarder dans le ciel indigo,
Les étoiles sont plus lumineux, ce soir,
Scintillant dans l'obscurité
D'une nouvelle lune.
Ceinture d'Orion enchante
Mon coeur passionné
Comme mes pensées de vous atteindre
Dans une dimension dépourvue
Des contraintes de temps.
Je voudrais sentir la chaleur de votre
Bras forts enveloppés "autour de moi
Que nous respirons le parfum
Fleur Jasmin de nuit.
Vous êtes mes nuits d'été--
Dans mes rêves de nous
Sur des draps en coton cool
Bien que Bach sérénades nous dans un
Arc en ciel de rubans ~
Dans une symphonie de sons ~
Votre peau scintille,
Et je suis perdu dans l'amour.
7-22-2016
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015
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Oh, how sweet Autumn air collars my heart
The vapor of leaves
Chill summer reprieves
Years since our islands then drifted apart
Still, each Fall's camber
Eyes, gold and amber
Wheaty hair spilling like corn-silk, to shoulders
Scarlet trees framing our merge as it smoldered
Falling like leaves ... for you.
Oh, how this time lifts me back to a dream
Our ivy-clad schools
Such young, preppy fools
World as our oyster, and raw, it would seem
Escaped to the woods
Discarding our goods
We swam on a blanket of bright, leafy death
And strained in all passion to fever our breath
Falling like leaves ... for you.
Oh, how the fall always kindled our flame
Semesters would start
Coals warmed while apart
Weekends adoring the ways that you came
The woods were all ours
'Neath branches and stars
Each mutual climax was sweeter than last
Those moments exhausted, like us, far too fast
Falling like leaves ... for you.
Oh, Autumn drenches my blood to this day
Sweet prurient pains
Still surge through my veins
You slay my core in the most vexing way
When October sighs
I ache for your eyes
Tho' nearly four decades, you still drench my soul
The song of each color - the twinge of the cold
Your embers of fragrance will burn 'til I'm old
Falling like leaves for you ...
Yet ... you were falling, too.
Submitted on September 14, 2018
To the "Colorful Fall Poetry" Poetry Contest
Nayda Ivette Negron, Judge & Sponsor
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017
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POTD 9th April 2018
Synopsis -
A story of selflessness without jealousy or rancor that is often evident through the ages in all walks of life, even in modern times.
She’s a queen who sees her lover for himself only and does not abide in the narrow minded perception of social status trappings.
Her knight, who is absolutely in love with her, stays true to the knightly code of chivalry and avowed to show gallantry to women beyond rules of combat. Understanding the damaging effect of scandals, he is committed to watch and protect his Lady against prying jealous eyes.
I have differentiated the social status of the time and accentuated emotions with different textured type of fabrics. (See significance at the end of the poem)
I Trust you like the video music clip, in which the scenes aptly portray the theme of my poem.
Spinnerets of silk reach to forbidden fruit
Nights hush vanquished by a heart that beats
Variance in status brocade curtains drawn
Regardless of imperilled shame - doubt retreats
Once ‘neath the light of a calico moon
His heart lay in wait to be retrieved
Beside the old pump in crumbling stone
A pauper in cotton - a Prince she perceived
A gasp suppressed when eyes first met
In delirium of what elation lay ahead
What magic brewed here?
What loom spun this hessian thread?
Of a love-tale wrought with joy and dread
A unity not forged in Heaven
A scanty few - or none - would understand
Venetian lace betwixt a gracious Queen
And her yearning for a humble stable hand
Opening damask casement as he approaches
Anticipation of nights in secret seclusion
Let no prying eyes spoil this tryst
Lest reality fade into a muslin illusion
Let her yearning for velvet touches
Impassioned embrace and moist sweet lips
Loomed in the linen threads of romance
And that of her stable lover’s lingering kiss
Let him turn to forbidden zones
To be explored as he eagerly hones
A forge of love bidding invitation
In expectant and musical syncopation
Dutifully her swordsman keeps vigil from afar
His love for her gleams like the evening star
Seasons endured in fur and chain-mail sheen
Blood he would draw to protect his queen
A skilful sword at ready in an expectant hand
Sadly his love she would not understand
Coated sheathed loyalty is all she sees
Part of a lovers tryst - no favours - his heart to ease
An armour clad Knight forged of steel and leather
Surviving the odds his love endures forever
Significance of the various fabrics symbolized in the poem:
Silk
I’ve used this to show her royalty status. Luxurious and costly, silk was used only by the wealthiest of classes and the Church
Brocade
This fabric to emphasise her indifference to the social status of their relationship, by blocking out animosity from the primitive thoughts of envious society.
Calico
Colour of the moon on the night she first laid eyes on him
Cotton - Favored on days of yore by the working class and domestic staff since antiquity.
Hemp and Hessian
Emphasizing the strength of their relationship, against all odds and accentuates the relationship between the working class and royalty of the middle ages
Venetian Lace
Again a luxury favoured by the aristocrats. The flexible of lace and of the lace-making arts and depicts her flexibility.
Damask
A rare and expensive fabric of the era, adorns her wall depicting the opulence of her status
Muslin
Quite a transparent fabric and as such I’ve used this to refer to as ‘a see through illusion’ which is made possible by the loyalty of her knight
Linen
This fabric emphasises the strength and resilience of their love for each other. It was a fine linen used for veils, wimples undergarments and apparel of ladies.
Velvet
No explanation needed to amplify its connection to love and heightened sensuality through its use.
Fur
The lining of his armour used in his day, underlines the warmness of his heart.
Leather
Characteristic of strength, durability and dependability to highlight the Knight’s quality.
POTD 9th April 2018
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018
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Mandolin melodies harmonised horizons,
yet the only strings being strummed
were those of my heart.
In the midst of enchanting melodies,
where nothing else mattered, but her,
we wandered barefoot, hand in hand,
as the tenderness of our steps decorated the sand.
In the simplicity of pure beauty, lost in a moment of perfection.
We lay admiring the heavens, watching daylight drift away.
The jealous golden orb silently sank, as colourful skies summoned
illuminated expressions to light up a black and white world.
In darkness we lay and gazed
lost in the silent serenity of the stars,
until the tranquillity of her sequin eyes
hypnotised my soul and I danced devoted
to the magnificence of her delicate elegance.
The whisper of sweet sentiments
revealed our secret serenade.
In the distance an orchestra of humming birds
hummed the chorus of our passionate song.
Her arms like celestial wings, embraced me close.
Her surreal kiss guided my lips home.
As waves washed away our footsteps,
the moon closed its eyes, as millions of shy stars
hid behind a blanket of nocturnal clouds.
Silent One
Simple Musings
10 December 2017
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017
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Lost in your elegance,
if only time could stand still
to capture this memory eternally.
Reflection of the moon shimmers
upon tranquil waters
in congregation with the stars,
as we sail in composed serenity.
Only the echoes of night insects
and illumination of fire flies
distract me from
your mellifluous voice, which
accompanies your radiant smile.
To describe your divine beauty
is ineffable as I fall into limerence.
Your ethereal eyes guide me closer,
all resistance is futile,
intoxicated by your natural allurement.
My heart feels an epiphany
with the revelation of true love.
As our lips touch sensually
my eyes are in a state of phosphenes,
now oblivious to my surroundings.
In hope this feeling is not ephemeral,
my whole being is enticed by the desire
to remain eternally in this moment.
Silent One
Originally written 7 November 2015.
Edited 26 May 2018
Limerence (also infatuated love) is a state of mind which results from a
romantic attraction to another person typically including compulsive thoughts
and fantasies and a desire to form or maintain a relationship and have one's
feelings reciprocated.
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018
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Honey vapour scents travelled among seduced tepid zephyrs.
This was not a dream for I was within the realms of reality,
as fate's footsteps led my heart back to forgotten pastures.
Her persona was poetic personification, yet I was lost for words,
so in simple silence, souls serenaded suppressed symphonies.
The idyllic radiance of her eyes became a timeless memory,
the warmth of our first kiss an eternal celestial connection.
Silent One
21 June 2018
Example for seven lines of romantic heaven poetry contest
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018
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Fair maiden alas why thy face doest thou hide?
Wilt thou a shadow cast across the sun and sea
From mine eyes or them daring to perceive betide
Thine hidden beauty barred but to all ‘cept to thee?
For fear doest thou sink a thousand Galleons?
Pray tarry a while - for mine eyes t’will ne'er deceive
One last wish afore I sadly depart this life
For heaven to glimpse hitherto thou doth must leave
Fair maiden alas why thy face doest thou hide?
Might it be thine beauty causeth a falling sky
Perchance of fear the moon wilt blush and turn the tide?
A crumbled man then thou must leave alone to die
Mine number thou hast - I do fear thee not Death - satiate mine thirst
Cast thy veil I beseech - reveal thy beauty ‘fore mine heart doth burst
Point to ponder:
Death perchance may not only come as the male grim reaper?
Could it be Death is also in the guise of a beautiful female immortal, in love with a mortal man wishing for him to join her in the immortality to which it’s her doom to exist for eternity?
Video Clip:
"My Immortal" by Evanescence - Published on Jan 29, 2007
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
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All In All, True Magnificent Treasures Given
Luscious the fruits, beautiful under moonlit beams
firmly planted roots, outstandingly hot, lush-sent dreams
all in all, glorified visions, heavenly sent
treasured deeply with rapture stored, sweet love-nights spent.
Tender kissing bites, honeyed dessert offered free
wonderful the flights, through blossoming forests of trees
all in all, miracles were given, lost soul found
in resplendent nights, covering soft virgin grounds!
Gold fairy dusted, jeweled eyes sending bright smiles
each promise trusted, an angel with no dark wiles
all in all, true magnificent treasures given
gracefully sent, in true-deep bliss, purely driven.
Beneath plum skies starlight glistening in her eyes
I see all I desire and I do fantasize -
looking into her goddess blues, crystal gazing;
of our wild delight to be forever blazing...
In Eden’s solitude we dance to soft sighs of
waltzing wind-songs’ stirring verses promising love,
with lilting whispered melodies so inspiring
my appetite for her wanton and untiring.
Ancient woodland’s moon casts smitten luminescence
breathtaking in beauty she outshines its presence,
ecstasy flows an intoxicating river
inebriating essence in love’s deliver.
Your vivacious beauty enhanced by golden rays
illuminating your grace with a loving gaze
with ardent reflection of my phantom desire
to allow the pledge of love finally transpire.
Two common souls released from infernal abyss
to engage a rendezvous with heavenly bliss.
Together our spirits soar to realms of delight,
two lost souls united in the fading twilight.
With a chapter closing in reverie’s accord
we share a secret paradise of love’s award.
All in all, wondrous senses of passion recall,
from heart to soul we reminisce, as love is all.
Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren
(a collaboration)
August 26, 2018
(a collaboration - joining as one voice and one searching soul)
Note: Yet again it is my great pleasure to present here another collaboration written by we three poets, my dear friends, Susan Ashley, Teppo Gren and I.
I feel very blessed to have written my part several weeks ago and then watch as each of my wonderful writing partners carried the torch
to make this a very beautiful and far richer creation. As always both crafted such exquisite and profound verses to bring this poem to a very fine finish.
I hope the readers enjoy the fruits of the unification of our three hearts, souls and minds, with the sincere goal of each- striving to give to others..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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The Amorous Mystique
Can it be, into this world we are dropped
from heavenly streams that have never stopped?
With sweet hope gifted to our souls delight,
oceans of love and its fiery desires;
ladies so fair, we thank our keen eyesight
and leap into romance hottest fires.
Can it be, wonderment is our reward
given for living in a world so hard?
With love's soulmate waiting a heart to touch,
deepest seas of hot sexual pleasures;
daring to embrace and love very much
this bountiful store, of life's great treasures.
Can it be, that in life's short duration
we go beyond mere infatuation?
With deeper dreams that bless spirits in need,
grant romantic nights of sweetest relief;
birth greatest pleasures of harvested seeds
fruited in soul's spiritual beliefs.
Your questions asked with pulsing energy
of lovers’ wonderland of synergy..
Gifts do flow from fountain to foundations
of souls inspiring minds to understand;
seductive passion’s yearning flirtations
of red embers roused to lusty flames fanned.
In awe you long to know love’s mysteries,
untangling threads in tender reveries..
Of all the gold offered in sun’s rich rays
Sol would be poor in the worth of our love;
for never could there be more wealth of praise
than for ambrosial taste from gods above.
During this life as our lustrous hearts’ beat
we can transcend mundane with love’s white heat..
Our physical plane of mortal being
is heightened with intimate unity;
body and soul in tantra foreseeing
weaving love’s strands into eternity.
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
July 31, 2018
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*For the purpose of this collaboration, tantra represents the weaving of strands into a unified whole and liberation of energy and expansion of consciousness*
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018