Best Statuesque Poems
It was wonderment.
The mesmerizing expression rolled off her tongue in waves.
To my puzzlement I was in a state of allurement.
Her vibes were sent to me in soothsaying proportions.
It was almost trickery, but I knew where I was going.
To the festivity that arose through great apprehension.
Thoughts intertwined with her perplexity.
Her magnetism pulled me into an eternal trance.
We floated into elation of bewilderment.
Bygone indifference; we are one.
You are my goddess; ravishing, statuesque radiance.
Purely beautiful with a beautiful mind, heart and soul to match.
To my amazement I found her within.
She was snuggled in my organism.
Wrapped up in all of my thoughts.
She was warm.
I was connected with my wizardry.
She brought out the magic in me.
It was a prophecy.
To be told; never old.
We are undead together and full of life.
We are everything and nothing and everything in between.
And we are an incantation of youth.
We are; limitless.
Nonesuch bewitchment nor black art or ill will.
This was love as we hither to the schism of bliss.
Away with all devilry; we roam galaxies of heavens.
I hold you in my hands like a dragonfly who lets me.
My dragon with fire that doesn't burn me.
My butterfly who can hold my weight.
My snow in the sea; my light in the haze.
My flowers in the dirt; my green in the concrete.
Sail through my eyes, past the smoke.
Bring me closer to another zenith.
Give me your endless sensual voodooism.
My muse I adore; forever more.
She has taken me to that statuesque radiance.
Mark’s sent me a card of Mic’angelo’s “David”.
I’m really not sure how I’m meant to react …
Did he think I’m pining to see a nice body?
Or is he half-hoping that I’ll send it back?
The truth is, I don’t feel the least bit insulted.
I’ve studied male shapes ever since I was five!
I really enjoy all their planes and their contours:
‘Tis pity they’re seldom this good in real life …
This statue of David is one of the finest.
He’s firm and he’s smooth, and his muscles are taut …
If he were to step down and walk through the gallery,
The one thing to wobble is the one thing that ought!
His face is the image of very young Elvis …
And so is his body, the bits that we’ve seen.
They could be the same man … a re-incarnation …
Translated from Florence to Hollywood screen.
This picture just fills me with such mixed emotions!
I’m eager to see him: to touch, taste and smell …
And yet, it occurs, I’m too old for such notions …
But this old bat’s not dead yet … so, hey, what the Hell!
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Entry for Debbie's "Change for the Meter" contest.
This is a dactylic tetrameter ... I think!
Tell me if I'm wrong, please!
now without leaves
empty trees pose,
then freeze..on pause
I dreamed of shadow and of sun
A lucid outline, twasn’t much
Like lines and riddles often touch
Between, I found, my love
That time is riddled with these lines
--so juxtaposed
Memory cannot feel like hearts
She cannot beat nor burst
But with her vivid statuesque
She moves.
There is no silence bright as sun
Save memory where it runs
The wake and fall are both the same
There beauty has no shame.
There is no silence as the hearts
Whose hearts in beating beat apart
Unwaiting like the past
Forgotten lines of love
A sunrise in the rust.
the contemplative
is not
explained
silent
ethereal
evocative
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moment
in time
displayed
arrayed
in
pensive pictures
the natural
everyday
phenomena
sunlight
in shadows
still life
prompts
invoke a question
what
happens
next
statuesque bunny
sitting frozen
observing nonobservant dogs
Voluptuous Suzy Snow-Gal ~
Freezing boys melt in her hourglass class
She stands there, an exhibit, such presence, such strength
Reflected on the shining pave, an image of a woman of poise
Features sharp defined, brow exquisite, eyes intelligent
A nose well formed and tipped, to mouth, parted, smiling
Lips curved, carved, yet soft, head up, neck straight
Faint lines of age, maturity, some light in contrast to aged skin
She has aged yes, a gift of nature it seems to enhance the beauty
As if this was intended to show the onlookers, a statement
Shoulders back, to arms that rest, one across sculpted breasts, one at her side
She stands relaxed in impressive pose
People pass by, most look, perhaps drawn by her stance
I wait a while, to admire, to enjoy the moment
Then walk closer, soaking in detail as she turns to me
I smile and hands lifting take hers in mine
And kiss her as we walk across the square
2021