Best Silk Poems
She returns my gaze when I'm too restless to sleep
a lustrous pearl mounted, deep set in a sapphire sky
I lie awake in my room, papered in spider spun silk
Slumber is allusive to us tonight; the moon and I
I wonder what thoughts she holds in her heart
Surely not man's doctrine of trivial pragmatism
Not by the one who rules the tide's ebb and flow
Her mellow glow is a healing ointment of chrism
As the sun shimmies down blue skies and sets,
clouds streaked with pink, mauve, and grey pave its way.
And the night gets wrapped in a black silk shawl,
whose threads slowly snuff out the light of day.
As Mars and Venus arrive on the scene,
Luna rises to reveal a pocked face.
And twilight dims, setting the stage for dusk,
fixed within the fabric of time and space.
Clouds of bats swarm out of secluded caves
to feast on moths, snatched right out of the air.
And while ebony shadows shift and merge,
yellow eyes in the gloom seemingly stare.
And the haunting hoots of an owl are heard,
as the line between day and night gets blurred.
My darling love—you are the true angel of my existence!
Your satin silk touch mirrors your beauty in the moonlight!
Your satin silk touch always sets my true emotions afire,
With your scent of perfume and luscious red lips blushing.
Your warm tears are precious dewdrops kissing softly true,
As heavenly honey crystals shine bright signifying our love.
I look deeply into your eyes and realize our life is so special,
And that the magic of your divine beauty is beyond reproach.
Touching becomes my every precious breath now gasping hard,
For fresh air as I lay my eyes on you and feel your angelic aura.
As the very salt is awash in my ocean of dreams my dearest one,
My heart and soul are always one with you—as my true love rare.
What we share in this wondrous life are Heaven and Earth as one!
Your satin silk touch is the enchanted alchemy of our forever love!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – June 1, 2016
(Unrhymed Couplet
Silk wading thru wistfully warm sea waters,
my dreaming fingers have lingered to potter
with ocean surface, sun sparkled glitters.
My poetic pieces have gone full twitter
in charmed waters of crystal clear rarity
where I felt God's love soothe life's severity.
Slowly easing into ocean powered waves,
my playful moods have seriously caved
from forceful, salt stinging, brutal wave smacks.
My body has ached sea bruised, blue and black.
Rough seas crudely taught me joy may survive
despite waves of fright that savagely arrive.
Now, reaching the end planks on my journey's pier
and viewing my twilight's approach so clear,
it's past sunshine glitters that most sustain
these concluding sea views for my earthly gain.
Yet, I know without crass waves that abused,
wading joys would not have peaked this enthused.
*****This poem inspired me to show or make sentient as possible a woman of special appeal, which provided an apt challenge of my poetic Powers. Such words as 'countenance opulent' 'L'Amour and debonair' and the rhyming structure creates the 'magic third' as Bach said of music; this exists throughout much of my works. I am a professional guitar player, lead guitar; my sense of timing and feel --- creativity, must have helped my poetic abilities since music is poetry in motion. To express oneself sincerely is good enough, yet why the expression? What makes the poet express a line, stanza or the poem itself?*****
A softer silk she came,
with tresses as a willow
weeps long to seeking love;
Her air as stars and moons,
of countenance opulent,
L'Amour and debonair;
Whose eyes seek the hidden bloom....
(such goddess of slender strides
and aerie chimes)
She hath not heard of death ----
knows it not,
and only life knows her,
for a softer silk she came
Endeared she whose lips speak as rushing waters
and mellow cinnamon climes,
whose whisper furled Apollo
and all the rhyme he felled;
Whose ear heard never a temptress distant knell,
nor some grim hades from some bitter-wrought hell,
for 'o what a chartered hope,
the lovely of her spell!
Two silk worms from east Shanghai
Had a fight; can’t tell you why
To settle the clash,
A hundred yard dash,
They both ended up in a tie!
Here’s a bold tale it will have you in titters
It’s about poor Sheila who lost her knickers
She went for a cruise upon the great ocean
Fell in the water with the boats sudden motion.
She swallowed some water and began to cough
A big wave engulfed her and tore her knickers off
A passing gull dived and took them in its beak
Poor Sheila cried out, “Oh what a damn cheek”.
The fog horn sounded and the ship it slowed down
Everyone was worried that poor Sheila would drown
Someone said “It’s a shame for the poor young lass”
Sheila was more worried that they’d see her bare ass
A lifeboat was launched to rescue poor Sheila
But as she was hauled in they could see her posterior
Cameras were clicking aimed at her anatomy
Soon would be online for the entire world to see.
Always make sure your elastic is tight
Or like poor Sheila, lose them you might
Poor Sheila is still struggling to live it down
Still gets wolf whistled when she goes into town.
“I will not be cruising for quite a long while
I’ve bought some new knickers” she said with a smile.
On the side of a cliff there is a gull’s nest
That is lined with silk knickers of quality the best.
Written 25th March 2018.
I run my hands down your silk shoulders
till our hands are in each others.
As our bodies lightly touch,
these lips can only kiss.
I whisper softly
my only words,
I love you
always
Rose.
by Michael J Falotico 2nd place in
"Poetic Art" contest by the Sweetheart
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Virgin love; beholding this gleam within her eyes; knowing how much she is desiired
Lying in bed at night, fantasizing; one step closer unto its joyful revealings moment...
Fingertips sliding lavenders silk to the side, again; deeply moaning aneath crystals
Euphorias pleasing arrival; the newness, and everything now seems so, beautiful ˜
Red and white lace in perfumed make-up; anticipations tossing about her hair
Flowing as the candlelight sways and the fireplace dances; pink champagne in ice
Frosted glasses with gentle music, painting a tomorrow; rose petals of fragrant
Colours waiting atop the table; sanguine hearts, amid chimeful bells they'll play...
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..."Soft Silk Dreams" *
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Crimson lace and black tie bows, afore this reflectless glass...
Laboring breath while untying her negligee to reveal, these lovely breast ~
Reaching for my palms with trembling hands; placing them atop her heart
As wanton she stares; gazing deep within my eyes amid this silent desire
Pulling her close her neck to bare her nipples in flames; quenching my thirst...
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...“BloodRed Silk” *
I'm silk-fire, curled in emblazoned quartz horizons,
Of aurous equator, rising in smoke as a secular bird,
From own fossil-ashes, flying to distant honey-shores, scarlet spun,
Stretching across merlot crusts of earth, like a coal-storm, sobered
Yet, my heart is not a silent sandstone, flaming with rage,
It whispers to my Mon Cherie, my arctic air,
In dialects of redolent romance, midst ethers of space,
And he, who fuels my glory by igniting spirit, emerges in graphite flares
Our skies are not sketched with rose-gold glitters,
Rushing in a black-horse's symphony,
crashing porcelain herbs,
We paint universe in ruins of lead and metallic cinders,
Me and arctic air, breathe as one in thunderous heartbeats of reverb;
Orbiting in jade bonfires of ornamented redwood,
While cradling wrath in crimson vineyards,
Has any nurtured offspring of starburst hope withstood,
If our eclipsed union is a toxic twinkle upon sacred lotus' haven-yarns?
My love like steel and silk
cuts through you
splutters your blood
watermelon juice down a throat
Wipes it with yellow silken ribbon
for you to suck afresh
that you may find your
Godly seed within
My love like dragonflies and bees
silently landing on stamen or pistils
alchemising nectar into patterned
dust upon transparent wings
Earth rewards my love with morning glory
steel severs sunflower stems
silkworms crawl into a wet rose centre
pollen stolen in sparkling dew
My steely silken love refreshed
from your flowered stickiness
Virgin love...
Beholding this gleam within her eyes
Knowing, how much she is desired
Lying in bed at night, fantasizing
One step closer unto its joyful, revealings moment
Fingertips sliding lavenders silk to the side
Again, moaning deeply aneath crystals pleasing
Euphorics arrival; the newness and everything
Now seems so beautiful; red and white lace
In perfumed make-up and she...
Anticipations tossing about her hair
Flowing as the candlelight sways
Love's fireplace dancing; romance, pink champagne
Upon ice with their frosted glasses; gentle music
Painting her tomorrow and rose petals fragrant
Bouquets she colours waiting atop the table...
Sanguine hearts; amid chimeful bells, they'll play.
Silk, the rose passed gently along my ache
where long dormant senses wake
every move you make most incredible
as whispered eyes move close to rest
Pain, you have lain too long
through the recesses of my time
Rewind, I have taken back my mind
as fingers glide towards the spine
worn down pages flipped over and
the hunger fades the blues
No sequels written, it is as if ...
satin slides the night
touches wont ignite