Best Sylph Poems

The widow among roses,
though a scent so sweet 
she smells to near smile,
how red the vibrance of life
and soft the petals caress
her lonely cheek,
she remembers her love lost
(her left eye a tombstone glass)
and seizes not to yearn it back ---

The Blacklady among crimson;
her desert rains...

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The powder of white sand holds her flesh
close to his musk pelvis
as she gasps with the murmured waves
trembling on the coast
of a fragrant mouth against a manly tongue,
and they lay on hidden grass
in an old Ipanema cove
where rippling strokes fondle
the east and north of her...

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LOVE STORY
The breeze is in my hair.
The moon is gleaming behind me.
The love I feel is everlasting.

Cadence of my soul.
Show me your happiness
Share, my love.
Laugh with me

Our destiny is mixed with pleasure.
Our essence treasured.
Come walk with me in the garden.

Alive - Let's reach our ultimate…high.
Smile,...

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My springtime blood did flow a river’s rush  
in stream bed’s cradle anchored to the land  
as dreams rode jet streams to the cirrus strand.
I grew beneath the nimbus, thunder-lush
but autumn’s dry-leaf-drought did bring a hush…
though soul, a snowy owl, not stuck in...

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With such feminine flamboyancy
this maiden sways in breathtaking  movements
flashing, flitting, flaming a sweet minuet--
beneath a mural of moonlight’s alchemy,
her flared gown fair as sequined feathers
that midway, in birdsong's  sultry  melody,
her flight  of  fancy floats on my garden- floor
and like a...

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“Rewind Forward”


Memory mirror 
supple sylph yields
and naked 
walks through liquid glass
towards your dark eyes
to float in black
legs wrapped
rapture drawn deep
unclothed into your arms
bathed bare 
you climb my mountains
pull me in 
your fingers coiled 
tight and unforgiving
around my silken hair
mouth drawn to bare 
omni amor libido
opalescent...

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The seas softly speak with voices that talismanically tweak,
Magical maids in their mystique porpoises of their physique…
Ambient aqua-marine waving seductresses of their craving,
A splashing sylph spraying through wandering waters braving…

Goddesses of the dousing deep show finesse as they leap,
Enchanting when they weep collecting desires for...

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Nightly, I wander in shadows of a recurring dream 
and find myself wading through a shallow stream.
The Ancient of Oaks calls from beyond the thickets,
its gentle whispers mingling with chirping crickets.

I cannot guide my steps in the direction of choice,
for if I disobey, his leaves...

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Tower, buzz and scurry
Oh great resilient city
Ahoy!
Alive.  Scramble bustle earth's
 ethnicities
On lurid quests--
A pendulum of tantric turmoil and
Blessed harmony

Quixotic city--brash,
Sangfroid merotomized and
Chrematistic--metro nonpareil.

See a myriad melange of
Tortured splenetic
Souls and great spirits
Noble and soothfast

Great city, your hecatombs
Of underground trains
Roar scream in
Hodge-podge graffiti attire

Fat fuming brattling...

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On a limb was this lyric etched 
By leprechaun in rune & sketch.'
T'was not bawdy;But sober in tone 
From this wistful soul Who lived alone

To good Saint Patrick he made a plea
From the trap of treasure deliver me, 
In crock & jar I have full...

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The dark wood is breathing blue,

   and sense do I the sweet sound

   of larks and their legendary love,

   and sweeter scents still do I

   drink of Apollo's bidding,

   'neath forest roof and billowed sky,

...

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******This poem had special appeal to me in that a friend had brought up that I had a talent for poetry and he encouraged me to write more. I was very proud of this piece, which was written at one of my 'hideaways' where I...

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heart in a  bottle
captive sylph of current's  past
freed by Cupid’s dart





July 21,2014    11. 10pm






Fourth Place
Contest: One Solo Epic/Senryu-In A Bottle
Judged: 8/20/14
Sponsor: Poetess Linda/PD...

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THE GIFT OF LOVE

I know that life is agleam.
Incandescent is the word used.
You are from the time of little people.
You empower to keep the peace.
No one can define the world quite like you.
You are a universal guru.
Consequently, I want to contribute to your happiness.
Subsequently, I...

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Her name was Chamomile.....

   she filled my heart ablaze,

   one lazy-October day,

   batting those eyes ---

   such guile!

A poor, romantic little thing,

   hopeless to begging love,

   sick with gorgeous news ---

  ...

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