Best Savoured Poems
Speak in my dark night
Color your quiet words
without sight
Touch my wide open eyes
without tears, my mouth
without tongue,
No words, no sorrow, no cries
leave your lips, no sound
bounces around
One time I walked, my words
had volume, they were proud
to share me
The hollow sound will echo
in my head, be savoured on
my lips
I came you went, nobody
and everybody passed
through me
If you say I am, I will be again
speak my name and I exist
in you
***
July 23, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
We strolled hand in hand
along Naples cobbled streets
beneath nearly blown- off linen sheets
Hanging from old balconies.
Street musicians played their bagpipes
ciaramellas,mandarins
In this southern bustling city
where the crowd will never sleep.
Blessed by silent moments
in Duomo di San Gennaro
I knelt down on my knees
Prayed for health ,and for serenity
For strangers ,and for loved ones
who shared different beliefs.
At Da Michele pizza parlour
We shared pizza bites and laughter
Savoured different flavours, of pepperoni
King prawns and provolone cheese.
Fresh oregano filled the air with its pungent smell
on that once upon a summer breeze.
At Sunset,far from gothic abbeys we wandered
Through alleys walked,our lips touched and kissed
Next to lit antique street lamps
Our vacant eyes met,these hearts have been blissed.
A romantic getaway to Naples
New memories in making
Close to Michelangelo's masterpiece
Unveiling virtues and sins,without verdict
Creating on life's canvas, our oil -painting.
Sitting at the edge of the city
Facing the mediterranean sea
Its there where I see you
Arms wrapped around me
Gazing in distance
Watching the last boat
set sails to be free.
Tonight, like many other nights
Its there where I hear you
Soft whisper of a thousand melodies
Tonight, It is there where I'll find you
Oncemore in my dreams.
There is no waiting in the silence
raining down
on a sun drenched afternoon
gorged and greeted
fire
burning bright
mint leaf scents
turquoise fields of play
acquiescence moments
left here to stay
smoke rises
fills the earth with warmth
her essence
a flower
the scent of apple
rich and ripe
imagined
heartfelt bites
gently pierce the skin
on the edge winsome
it's her
savoured
once again
Today I present an old poem, written at least a decade before "Doubts". What this poem lacks in poetic format, and style, it reaps in sentiment.
Enjoy:
the Girl Who Ate the National Park
I was picking apples, from polystyrene
boxes, when she held aloft a spiky
green football and her excited voice
asked, “What do you call this?”
She named it durian. I didn’t know,
and pulled a lettuce from its packing.
Harvested multigrain rolls
from bakery bins, and hunted
sandwich ham from fridges.
I laid our picnic mat down
amongst market gardens, and planted myself
to grow in her company. Uncorked
a shiraz in a vineyard, and savoured
her smile. Pulled an apricot from the cooler,
in an orchard, and hungrily
consumed her words.
She took to the park's paths
like shopping aisles. Selecting ingredients
for a salad from green foliage shelves.
She chose a duck dish
as it flew above us, and decided on a fish,
as we watched it swim
beneath the waterfall.
Then as we left, she created a desert
from the trees.
Her touch stopped me. Rooted
me to the spot, where we ravenously
embraced. Our feelings blossoming
around us. Forming a canopy
which we took shelter under,
and bore fruit, that we ate together.
Our appetites sated.
What a beautiful, romantic day
Most wonderful day of my life
I soak up the sun, every ray
We're going to be husband and wife
The wedding cake's beautiful but where's the knife?
And where's my dad? He should be here
To give me away, oh my, oh dear!
Oh my God! What a Stag Night
I can't quite remember, what did we do?
Why's there a tattoo on my butt on the right?
And why is half my hair blue?
I'm panicking now about what will ensue
When in the shower blue dye starts to disappear
And the girl's name just dissolves from my rear.
I'm loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer
A triple dare
Of a husband number three
My beautiful day, I swirl for the show
Hubby number three won't be free for a while.
Still puzzling, how did I get here?
A triple trouble stands in front of me
The bachelor party a couple of nights ago
I wish I was free again
The knife in the cake crumbles as the sweet cake is savoured.
As the blushing bride I look all around
My brothers and sisters, eyes open wide
They look at the cake and at the groom frown
But they're smacking their lips but not at the bride
The church doors are locked, everyone is inside
When will the service be over, how long will it take?
Before they can get their hands on that cake.
As the blushing groom I nervously look at a sister
The brothers are scowling, her kids just grinning
Don't think you can back out now mister
My fate is sealed, my head is spinning
The priest calls to order, the service beginning
I glance across at the majestic cake
Like Kilimanjaro no knife could it break.
The wedding day rings dancing on the plate
Waiting to be worn on this forever date
The service ends, the wedding bells still ringing
The now wife and husband each having
A million thoughts running
The groom takes a quick glance at his years of single
The bride not holding back on this mingle.
She loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer, a triple dare
Of a husband number three
He is still puzzling, how he got here
The cake demolished to only one crumb
Just like his chances of being free
Let me take you by the hand,
to St.Albans Abbey.
At the far end of the lantern- lit cobbled alley.
There's the Pines and Needles Christmas market,
and a magic garden .
Yuletide trees and Holly Wreaths,
A festive foliage with plenty of treats.
Mixed spiced scents of boiled apples' fruit cider,
A wafting aroma of roasted chestnuts fill the air,
Savoured sweetness of hot red mulled wine
A Christmas Spirit,A Midnight Hymn.
Sizzling sausages on this night of bliss
Beneath a mistletoe, a chocolate-dipped shared kiss.
In each stall, sixty in all,
Hand-made decorations carved on a wooden floor.
A Jesus'Grotto , a reindeer,and santa clause.
Wrought-iron boxes, "Put in a penny
for a good cause."
A carousel, and a merry-go-round,
A giant tea-cup, a trumpeter's sound.
Children singing carols by candlelight ,
in the loggia gallery,a star shines bright.
Skates on ice, a paradise .
Dancing in the late rain,
wearing a hundred smiles.
In the oldest British pub
as the fire dies , last embers glow,
Cheeks touch,lips brush,
The winds softly blow on St.Alban's winter snow.
M,
Fresh orange marmalade lifts the dark
naked in a mid-dream sky
red streaks rush across horizons
special moments won't slip on by
the silk thru your hair seduces
in love notes filling up your ear
romancing a river of blessings
trouble kisses off back the rear
pearls adorn the neck of passion
a taste so soft and sweet
savoured and salted with desire
in dimensions entangled we meet
love sits silent at the table
unclothed and wanting more
our hunger is not mistaken
as blood spills upon the floor
Can't recall the last time
if there ever was a time
~
where deep thoughts penetrated
the lengths of my night
pain always pulling
throbbing
me out of a dream
no fantasy no steam
no statisfaction
of a lip licking need
but there I was
naked under cover
of your watchful eye
a most longingly eye
"birds dipped their wings
in the lucid flow of air"
and the fire was burning near
I touched your soul
(it was warm)
along with your heart
as I inched deeper and deeper
into your seams
kisses were savoured
you nibbled relentlessly
upon my grace
I felt your face
etched in my mind
and I smelled your skin
not dripped with perfume
but with love and eternal care
I could not help but disappear
again lost within your lair
and as there I laid
I drifted peacefully with the birds
watching
She lay serenely on the cold slab
Elegantly dressed in white,
A secret smile embossed upon her lips
That even death could ne'er erase.
I looked at her for quite some time.
My memories dwelt for a time long
Of by-gone days when we were young,
Days fully lived and justly savoured,
Days of exciting, enticing emotions,
Revisited and recaptured mostly in my past.
Alas, she's gone forever now,
The finite sands of time ran out,
As spring and summer always do.
Life was spilled now and hope died,
Still no dreary dirge for me,
But rather squander time in living dreams
So I often indulge in my autumn days,
You will always be on my mind.
I let you break the door to my soul,
You savoured the flavour there in
Only you did,
But the broken door gave me pain
I let you, cos of the sweetened words
Issuing forth from your honeyed lips
I let you, cos those words tells of your love for me
And it enchants me,
It sapped me, and pets my stubborn soul
You kissed me passionately
With the girdle of your muscular arm all about me
You cooed words laced with rhythm like strains of Celine into my tender ear
I quiver like a leaf by a flowing river
As I opened the passage to my soul
You entered me, you took me
My painful moan tickles your shaft
You unleashed your manfulness over me
And I felt with all the nerve in my body,
Your shaft stirring the abyss of my hole
You quiver, like you were epileptic
This time, I heard your groan-moan
And a milky fluid from your shaft rained on my navel
Weariness engulfed my whole
I barely could raise a bone
I saw you walking to door,
Hoping a meal would follow your return
I made out of the bed to bath
And await your coming
Alas! My wait was a waste
Savoured roots at the tip of a spade
Dying leaves escape their own tree’s shade
We’re in a draught, spare me your tears
Unless you’re a portfolio full of shares
The land is levelled by green boots
Their orders given by black suits
Does anyone know who invented the book?
The written word whose hand knowledge shook?
I'm the wailing guitar's disconnected speaker
The cure found in the slip of a broken glass beaker
The trillions locked away in a vault of greed
The billions our fear safely breeds
I'm surrounded by a heat of hatred
My peaceful world's smouldering and defeated
Deep in lack of love's crippling frustration
Sunny days clouded in cold perspiration
Life is crawling down the barrel of a gun
In the firing line of death rays escaping the sun
I count my enemies in each empty shell
I pick it up to glimpse down the bottom of hell
I'm seen in forgotten memory
A lost entry in a 1939 Nazi diary
Left out to wet and dry like an old newspaper
Let me fly this wind fate's prepared proper
I was searching for peace and quiet
I couldn't afford to pay a requested quote
So I live up the slippery walls of a bleeding nose
Along the ear channel’s tunnelled noise
I hear whispered dark secrets
Confessions and prayers hummed and sacred
Shouted insults and empty threats
The clearing and swallow of a dry throat
Thabang J. Ngoma
13-12-2015
John lawless’s Where Echoes Hide - Poetry Contest
I see her, ecstatic under thundering skies, red flashed lightning
Long hair static, arms spread wide,
savoured downpour, dance.... exuberant
As if day becomes night, a crimson moon, tinted stars, painted clouds
Peering down, eclipsing fears and weaving enchantment
Her pirouettes stir dry leaves in whirlwind patterns
And I stand in awe, my clumsy limbs reach out to her
My coy moves, a pitiful attempt to match her audacity
Her inner focus, isolated from everything but herself.
I wonder, could this be a dream, a vision created by a lonely mind
An apparition in melodic shapes, beauty conjured by wishful feelings…
Then she stops, looks in my direction, and my breath escapes
Her eyes enchanting pools of fire, and deep inside I stir:
"Dance with me". Is that my voice, cracking like breaking branches?
One lithe motion and she is behind me, over my shoulder I can see her curls
No, it is her voice, an angelic sound wafts about me, I am motionless, mesmerized
“Dance with me” she says again, touching my arm as I feel myself floating
Lighter than air, as if I have wings, I feel nothing and I feel everything…
Nothing, nothing beats her warmth, no rain, no thundering booming growl
from the clouds, no, nothing beats the warmth of her heart beating against
mine, or the saltiness of her skin, or the gentle teasing in her voice
I still find it hard to convince myself that this is happening…to me
But dream or not I will dance, for that is my life…to dance
And I will smile for the first time in a long time…in harmony with hers
"I knew you before you knew me" she says: "I saw you before you saw yourself"
And deep inside I melt, those walls she expertly tears down brick by brick:
A mason cementing with bare hands, and I am suddenly naked.
And I am free, no longer held captive by my own desolate thoughts,
free to explore, free to experience and free to follow her lead,
as we now dance, unreserved, un-tethered…into every tomorrow, together.
***
September 30, 2017
Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White
and smitten with her moist entwine,
he savoured like the red, red wine,
as passion engulfed the post,
she was the surely most,
till oblivion unwinds....
and he gave up his ghost,
and a sympathetic mine,
no lesbians this time,
but that gets on your Goat,
till next head butting time,
he kissed her subtle throat,
and it began to climb,
no not the Billy goat,
intercourse aint a crime,
chocolate covered cherries are the toast:}
the heat remained sublime,
dem cherries are the most!
Don re Debbie Duncan "chocolate covered cherries"
With a shade of colourless eyes
Have I looked upon a world of discrimination
My nature is a rare form of uniqueness
And I defile every race by description
Golden hair on pale silver skin
An African white woman of Timbuktu kin
I have danced to the tune of my mockery
With teary eyes have I smiled at victory
Sharp edged stares may pierce me daily
Yet I walk head high and step most steady
Though the sun remains a foe that tortures
Still I conquer it with protective amours
I scowled at the honey tongues of lying lovers
Professing love only to taste my rare fairness
I read through their lines but read in between better
For this fragile,ignorant creature was fully harnessed
I have been belittled, scoffed and shaken
And redefined by several ethnic culture
I have been judged,ignored and broken
I have been worshipped,feared and obscured
But I created the burning hero in Me
And won my inner battle the greatest battle to be
For i embraced my deepest weakness
And savoured every drop of success
I am that nature's mysterious creation
A shortsighted being with farther vision
I betrayed my timidity and trampled its shell
I am a story and this story I tell
By: Adams O Elizabeth
Lizdiamond World Of Poetry
As a God-spark, mirroring His heartbeat,
my essence dwells in the cave of my heart,
where bliss refrains unendingly repeat,
etched in the vast void, as a work of art.
Prismatic refractions adorn the sky,
quite the same as a rainbow in full view,
effervescence of love that makes hearts sigh,
yet which can be savoured by but a few.
Childlike innocence alone holds the key,
to turn my heart’s lock, opening the gate,
transformed as a mist, those souls who are free,
must effuse pure love as they levitate.
My secret I share for those who can pair ~
Shining as love, light and bliss, self-aware