Best Satiny Poems
The staticky-stars climax under intense blanket of Winter glow.
Your spouse can’t see your spirited green eyes that burn slow.
The friction of campfire sticks, the satiny slipperiness of moon.
Flames of blue, orange and red won’t be overcome too soon.
Pert rose petals, that once were goosebumpy and ice cold,
scintillate like fireworks until the grand finale’s loosed, uncontrolled.
Warm breath in a cold Winter’s steamy and a restless beast.
Lips lavish over late night feast, matches singe, sate increased.
Squirming under the leisurely complement of coals, coalescing,
Coolness of a blue lake vaingloriously countering, distressing.
A long midnight’s thrashing, sans pillory; the high beams foray.
Pillow talk, a sensuous squeeze, a high-diving elixir bouquet.
Ah those stars brilliantly glowing on a long Winter’s night!
Those limbs blush, rose petals crush, with unfettered light.
THE ADVENTURE, HER
Eyes
Deep, shimmering pools
Drowning fevered fools
Voice
Feigning tenderness, tragic
Whispered, lilting magic
Scent
Je Reviens enchanting
Left shamelessly panting
Hair
Bouncing raven tresses
Velvety elucidated guesses
Smile
Sparkling white gradients
Breath-stealing bright radiance
Lips
Succulent raspberry fruit
Passion's delicious route
Shape
Form-filling voluptuous esses
Curvaceously exploiting dresses
Skin
Satiny cappuccino wrapping
Exploring fingers, mapping
Taste
Tippy-top to feet
Nectarous, tangy, sweet
Whole Package
Symmetry imperfectly perfected
Entirely painstakingly inspected
Plan
Moonlight eventide, upended
Enjoyment, dishonorably intended
Result
Personal intentions, punted
"Hunter" becomes "Hunted"
Afterglow
Her sensual surprise =
My satiated eyes.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Six-Word Couplet Series Encore" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
roses, satiny
petals soft, a baby's cheek
morning dew kisses
2/13/2021
~ 3 -
My computer-- disassembled
is a maze of cables, drives
chips and ports--an array
of connections, silver solderings,
twisting wires.
But when the satiny case
is latched in place
coils and cables disappear.
The smallest particle of matter
is not an atom, but a byte--
a particle of magic that combines
and multiplies unseen
inside the blinking box.
Creation occurs inside my computer--
friends, family rest behind the pressing
of selected keys. Words and faces
form; smiles and frowns
become feelings.
Attraction becomes addiction.
Inside my computer
merchants buy and sell--
musicians sing,
artists train pictures into pixels,
poets recollect emotion in tranquillity.
Inside my computer
dreams are imagined into reality--
inventions, hopes, ideas are born
and nurtured into happenings.
Strangers share a table, touch
hands across the world.
Inside my computer
the pulse of human hearts
waxes and wanes
as people fall in and out
of love.
Burlap and Satin
He labors in the field 'neath blazing sun
below a sky of blue with clouds of white;
his wagon and his farming tools at hand.
With burlap hat and ragged shirt undone,
from dawn to dusk he works the blessed land;
brings life to fertile soil with brawn and might.
His heart is happy in the time he spends
to make a good life for his new-found bride:
to be together, come the sun or rain.
To share in living on the crops he tends,
and bear the long hot days, sore muscles, pain
his work demands in order to provide.
And now he has an angel by his side
attending him throughout his labored days.
Her hours are long with indoor duties too.
And in the evening, both at rest, abide
the coming of the next day to renew
their modest joys of life in simple ways.
So often through the day, she is right there
beside a window, safe indoors to see,
with cat against her satiny-sleeved arm,
her dear strong man, if he is taking care
to work the field without her fear of harm.
His angel in disguise…dear wife is she.
February 12, 2015
Burlap and Satin
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Burlap and Satin
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 03/30/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: Angels
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 01/01/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: An Angel in Disguise
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Judged: 03/20/2015
Iambic Pentameter, Rhyme Scheme: a-b-c-a-c-b
Adrift in the darkness, canvas sail gleams,
night sky aglow with satiny moonbeams.
Calm winds tread over a nonchalant sea
the world revolves in perfect harmony.
Inside a heart, waves crash upon a shore
turbulent weather lasts forever more.
A love that once breathed life into her sails
was but a flurry, pretender of gales.
Treasure lies deep beneath the salty brine.
A wounded heart waits to cast off the line.
When high tide ebbs at the moons direction,
a forgiving heart forgets rejection.
Sea will spill upon the shore its treasure
in a wealth of love that knows no measure.
The day you brought me a Bird of Paradise,
a rare flower which imbibed sun’s blushing orange glow,
and aquamarine blue from ocean’s bosom,
erased the excruciating pains of our separation
unfolding a symphony of colours,
stayed and comforted me since then
with satiny softness.
The ebullient orange and blue petals
with a tint of olive-green from the depth of the sea,
where a dreamy mermaid weaves her crimson love...
remind me of our tender days together
with unrestrained laughter and pure joy.
the blue elegant boat-like bract brings
the memory of our doting parrot -
lingering lilac memory she left...
As if she left the glistening colours of her wings
on the slender petals....
for me to gaze at the graceful beauty,
so all the sorrows, all the sadnesses
magically heal and evaporate.
A beautiful ride off into the sunset, and your horse
passes through a blooming cherry orchard bordered by cedars;
your leather saddle was rubbed with high-quality tobacco yesterday.
It's a big herbal cherry sun that is setting, and you can taste it,
with a sprinkling of spices, and the satiny union of the tannins are upon you,
so subtle that you wish for more at first; you must be patient as the velvet embrace deepens, insinuating itself deep within you in a silky smooth process, until a final slow-motion fillip of astringency touches the front of your mouth.
The cork was wet and crumbly almost to the top.
Definitely time to drink this wine; wish I had more.
A great wine to drink in solitary contemplation, or quietly, with friends.
*Robert Mondavi - Rest In Peace, man, you died in 2008 at age 94, and you always believed in making great wine.
Tasting Note written in April, 2015.
The night, drunk with empty doubt
Fearful of invisible ghost, without
Touch of serenity that heals,
They who watched, waited for the clearing;
Wrestled with crude prejudice -
This demonic force entering in,
This full measure of sin, of
Outcast needing cure;
Day dawns anew, and
Like sounds echoing from stringed music
The simmering of dark night
The light of day that wakens the dead
The night becomes canopy of stars,
Guiding lost ships in summer breeze of faith, and
Satiny loveliness we love; one with the night.
*
Trembles serenaded my heart
before the coming storm
affection was blowing toward me
with unburdened arms
in an unruffled evening with a fiery red sky
and continuous waves that drowned the shore
I embraced the silent space
in a moment caressed
satiny rhythmic sounds, music from the sea
added to the fluidity of her movements
in her summer dress of yellow
caught by the sea breeze to dance with each step
allowing a vision of perfection to be cast upon my soul
like a fisherman's woven net
She paused...
So my eyes could regale on her alone
and melt away with the fabric of time
where lovers dwell with measured caresses
and soft feathered fingers skimming across the skin
while the clock hand turned with each kiss
drifting slowly into a vanishing night
of star-light and moon glows
splayed upon the tender mouths of lovers
until a veil dropped
as we became silhouettes on the shore
revealing smoldering fires within
exposing our hearts with all their ashes
leaving flickering fervor where lovers lay
exploring dreams in a sanctuary of solitude
before being washed away...
by the dawn's incoming tide
7/31/22 Contest Anything Goes
judged 8/2/22
contest Writing Challenge-X'd poems second chance
sponsor Constance La France
Sometimes I perceive the moon
as a pearl; a polished satiny gem.
Aloft the world in midnight's pitch,
surrounded by myriads of stars...
baguettes of celestial diamonds.
June 19, 2021
Bite Size Poem No.8 Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Liquid sunshine,
rushes through my veins,
pumping through my heart,
leaving my body quivering;
passionate fire
carresses my skin,
with every sinful kiss
you grant my ever begging lips;
your eyes, leave my soul,
without a drop of pain,
soothing all fear and,
filling them with perfect drops of rain;
your hands, so soft, so coarse,
touch my skin like addiction,
leaving sweet pearls of creme,
to moisten my lower cavities;
your warm touch,
leaves me wide open,
begging, screaming, wanting, needing,
pleading for more of you;
our tounges dance,
inside, outside,
our touching lips,
warm, wet, salty;
our breaths sing,
over satiny skin,
into our ears,
as sultry whispers;
our hands grip eachothers bodies,
cool, warm, heated skin,
soft, beautiful, clutched hair,
filled with the essence of passion;
our eyes, half closed, half open,
stare, into the sky and sun,
the stars and moon,
the need between eachother;
perfect pearls drip from our skin,
blended into a sweet vanilla, mocha blend,
sweet, salty, warm, cool liquid,
flowing over, flowing from, our mixed skin;
shivering, shaking,
from sheer, natural, naked extacy,
the pulsing between my legs,
begs for his pulsing, strong heat;
my lips would take it,
carress it,
taste it,
love it;
my body would take it,
contract around it,
need it,
love it;
we tighten, and loosen,
we rock and shift,
i look down into his eyes,
and move my sweet tender hips;
i beg him for more,
and tell him when we're done,
we command eachother,
my codeword "more fun";
my body reacts,
to the thought of this,
i swallow my thoughts,
before i break, from needing him;
sweet liquid sunshine,
spills from our pores,
exotic liquid fire,
burns between our bodies warm;
our hearts beating faster,
our breaths comming in fast sips,
moans intermingeling,
between pressed lips...
tenderized neck bone ~
the ancient one sinks her pulse
dire with sharpened fangs
perplexed her face drains
from purity to pallid ~
eclipse of the moon
she weeps at her wake
arrayed in satiny black
shakes herself to sleep
the blood moon brings her
a perpetual nightmare
candles of his eyes
her tears fail to stain
and soon she must grow hungry
his fate her fate now
snow white, razor sharp
piercing her first victim hurts
the first time the worst
5/31/2019
To just wake precious one day,
And see our heavens filled with ribbons in God's sky.
Flying in patterns, every which way.
Satiny and soft~ swishing, as the winds may.
A beautiful, ribbony relief for all of humankind to see.
To uplift not only me, but more significantly...thee!
10/5/2020
3pm PST
As yet another summer grows old,
Jasmine senses the coming cold.
Amid the dancing autumn leaves,
In the shadows, a boy grieves!
Gold memories of the golden days,
But feeling yet the warming rays.
Splash of water, soaring kites-
Softly dream of summer's rites,
Secret, satiny, whispering wind,
The forever journey never spends.
Around the bend is summer's ghost,
A vividly arrayed, gracious host!
And I know the days were mellow,
And the starry nights were indigo,
I know the sun shone in his eyes,
He always hates the sad goodbyes!
And now in the silence complete,
Winter's waiting out on the street.
And Ashley is somewhat downcast,
To see frolicsome summer's last!
Wee birdies sing in treetop nest,
Enjoying sunbeams while so blest,
For summer is gone all too soon,
And in its place the harvest moon.