Best Tingled Poems
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A lilac endeavor
of promised importance
came strolling along
on a path in the sun
Its fragrance unfurling
this side of September
when springtime was singing
for winter was done
With meadowlarks chatting
in off color language
while watching the roses
now bloom by the wall
She fancied a smile
in lace covered cotton
with hair gold and windy,
the belle of the ball
I stood there a’ staring,
my eyes hardly leaving
the shape of her world
filled with raspberry dreams
Along an old footpath
with grass patches growing
and banks touching lilies,
all lining the streams
My heart felt a tremor,
like mountaintops falling
in piles of pebbles
and granite like things
Her beauty a fashion,
none other was wearing,
a fine velvet cloth stitched
in apricot strings
She looks my direction
with eyes colored passion
and lips made of honey
as sweet as the bees
Now watching her fingers
collecting the samples
of Ginkgo leaves floating
the back of the breeze
She laughed in the open,
a bright sun was shining
midst butterflies tinting
their wings greenish blue
I followed her northward,
my hand in my pocket,
then pulled out a poem
said, “This is for you”
An unfolded whisper
‘tween petals of daisies
now telling a story
of love or of not
Her glance towards the paper
was finding her grinning,
her painted toes tingled,
her breath just forgot
I melted like butter
on sidewalks in August
when feeling her smile
pressed tightly to mine
I guess in the verses
with lines penned in rhythm
she knew of my joy,
I had told her in rhyme
So now we just wander
directions that beckon
when autumn is sleeping
and summer awakes
Picking up branches,
like sculpting a sunset
or bridging a pasture,
whatever it takes
With overall blue jeans
and knees wet and muddy,
we tend to the gardens
the earth it does claim
While sharing our wine
with a cat and a moon bean,
enjoying each other,
now who could complain
The clouds were cumulus, which swept the sky above our field.
You and I were happy then. Beneath those clouds we reeled.
Oh, to be there once again: young, alive, and free!
Among the bright wild blooms we swirled down by the azure sea.
Such beauty dwelt inside our world, where land and water mingled.
We stopped to kiss. Inside my skin, my body sweetly tingled!
We looked and saw the tide begin to rise, so hand in hand,
we walked down to the shore and lay, toes touching in the sand.
Watching wavelets gently play as sun‘s last rays were spread
across our beach, we felt new heat beneath a sky turned red.
We sealed our love - with joy replete - when moon brought forth its light!
I wonder - as we both grew cold - embracing through that night,
if you dreamed, too, that we’d grow old together through our lives.
1/29/15
Soft notes of a clarinet playing
‘You are so beautiful’, stirs memories
of holding hands and making plans
in the dimly lit atmosphere, so close,
the scent of your after shave
left me breathless for a moment.
My long locks softly wrapped themselves
around the scarlet lei you bestowed around
my neck with a tender kiss to each cheek.
Lighting and music melded into magic.
When you cupped my face
in your masculine hands I could feel
the current flowing between us in
unknown wattage that swept through my body
like bolts of lightning as my entire being
tingled in the nearness of your aura.
They say ‘warm hands, cold heart’, but
I found this to be intrinsically untrue.
I will never forget the passion exuding from
your warm heart, with those warm hands!
Our first kiss spoke to me assuredly as
the material world vanished and
we were alone, alone in the darkness,
alone in our world.
© Connie Marcum Wong
My lover sent me a pretty red rose,
Knowing it is my favorite bloom.
He is the most considerate of beaus.
I held it with its fragrance to my nose.
The lovely scent seemed to fill up the room.
My lover sent me a pretty red rose.
A slow sniff tingled me from head to toes.
Petals are perfect, there's no need to groom.
He is the most considerate of beaus.
I love the gorgeous flower that he chose.
It truly makes my lovesick heart go boom.
My lover sent me a pretty red rose.
I dream of him and rose when my eyes close.
My rose will comfort me when troubles loom
He is the most considerate of beaus.
I pinned it to the collar of my clothes,
The rose so red it penetrates the gloom.
My lover sent me a pretty red rose.
He is the most considerate of beaus.
Written 6/18/16
i have kissed beneath summer’s sweltering
fragrance your array of spackled decay
in lovely gardens; sweet roses weltering
plundered and plucked; an incidental lay
beneath your satin I have run my fingers,
trembled as famished breasts groped my
own; your mellow poetry still lingers
imperviously enriching - and when i try
to kiss another i feel your haunting roots
encroaching my tingled thighs and i shake
beleaguered by your lavender; heat shoots
through laboring reeds sprouted mistakes
pale panhandlers passionately proposed
then by your tender
i’m awaiting... (so you suppose)
4/8/17
Competition day had arrived,
His muzzle twitched with anticipation
And in relation my feet tingled in a way like never before.
For the first time, we both doubted ourselves
But fear not, we must carry on
As I plaited his forelock in preparation
I took the time to appreciate how flat his withers was
How typically racehorse he was
I stroked his fetlock as I knew this could be it.
His hooves were oiled and shiny as ever
Ready for anything
And the 3 link that he loved
Made no difference in poll pressure
As we bolt across the course, aiming to be the best
“I trust you, boy”
As if to tell him that even though, 2 years ago when he was deemed
A mess with dodgy hocks and lumpy coronets
Who was a waste
He could do this, to prove them wrong and beat the best
Become the best
Form:
Salted kisses
The ferocious rolling waves
Were broken by the shoreline
Into gentle caressing streams
Wet, fine, white sand grains
Gently scouring and washing with each new step
Left our feet spick-and-span
Glassy specks of sea salt crystals
Trapped in your jet black hair
Reflected the distant lights
In the glory of the full moon’s light;
A hundred tiny stars twinkling in your hair
The sparkle in your eyes; yet, unsurpassed
A black halo formed around your face
By your long hair, blown by the cold sea breeze
The longer tendrils gently brushing against my face
Your sweet fragrance gently wafted into my face
In my goose pimpled skin, I tingled
As our lips merged in a warm salty embrace
Tongues, moist and probing
In search of each other's sensual treasures
My desired eternity, glimpsed in an instant
Such long walks on the beach
A lifetime in a pleasant beach house
Fill my dreams of you and I
March 4, 2017
Eyes flared in agitation
Damasked in utmost lament
The tyrants laughed in vanity
Remains of his mother lie still
As if the winds were holding their breath
The urn cracked and cold as night
Alone, the eyes softened
His heart a hermit of radiance
Temples tingled as silence stayed
The unprofaned laughter now ash-shamed
Hot tears of fervor reduced their pig-headed ways
He kneeled to his mother as they gazed
In the urn she no longer cried
Even in the urn did she not abide
April 28, 2014
Vaguely lit
--- by the summer moon,
starlight reigns from an ancient song.
Her sweet madness, shrouded like a child's secret;
--sang to her like she were a dying friend.
Their smiles twinkled as a banana spider spun
Venus into her web.
Moon shadows planted their face
in the tall grass
as shimmering willows sent their fingers feeling.
Memories from across the centuries
came flooding back like a retreating tsunami.
Her soft touch tingled on his skin,
something even Picasso couldn't capture on canvas.
His thoughts dove into the dark depths of her eyes,
swimming in the dancing starlight.
She tossed stones through the moon's
reflection
and a million moons slow danced
the Fibbonocci.
They caught shooting stars
in their nets
and
sealed them in jars,
and just like the moon...
I hung there.
One frozen winter with icicles sparkling,
And heavenly voices wafting through trees,
The tiptoe of fairies laughing and crunching
Sweet scents of angels perfumed the breeze.
Sunshine in treetops brought morning prancing.
Bright puffs of stardust tingled butterfly wings.
A whisper of light like diamonds came dancing,
And melted my soul into silent repose.
Woodpeckers rat-a-tat-tatted on trees.
Whip-o-wills rustled in nests built of leaves.
Songbirds flew fluttering while sparrows sang.
Soft voices of angels through my daydreams rang.
Oh, symphonic morning with whispers of light,
Evoke in my soul a spiritual delight.
Euphorically, musings sent visions spinning.
Lifted my sorrows and pampered my soul.
Angels silhouetted at the dawning that day,
Forever remains a most wondrous sight.
This vision was given with love from above.
One frozen winter in whispers of light.
Ó February 11, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Whispers of Light
Sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle
Love is like a little blossom
Unfolding by the hour
Mixed with warmth, secret desire
And awesome burning power
A little bit tingled with
Butterflies in your stomach
Heart beating fast
Something is definitely forming
Eyes glossed with a color that’s
Very seldom seen
Makes a man feel like a king
And a woman feels like a queen
Love is like the fragrance of
The best perfume money can buy
It conquers the hardest heart
And never says good bye
Love is like the glue that
Holds together a letter
It mends, it holds, it
Really doesn’t matter
It sticks to the inside and
Can’t be pulled apart
It’s not in the mind but
Sealed deep in the heart
Love is the healing that
Most of us needs
Without love on our side
How many relationships
Rarely ever succeeds?
He looked at the child on the ground,
the night quiet, no sound,
child shot in a needless crime,
as his hands tingled as if frozen in time,
he leaned forward, his pale skin beaming,
his sympathy fell hard,
his emotions, streaming,
his fury, steaming,
his reality, dreaming,
he made no effort to make
his physical demeanor hide how he felt,
it was no mistake,
death brings,
a failure to receive wings,
he was the Angel assigned to protect the child,
he snapped,
and held up a restraining hand,
now trapped,
and no longer can he demand,
so forever earthbound he’ll stand.
Simulacrum Soul
Are you a dream
Did I consider and formulate
The prose images
Which captivate my soul
So completely
And well up from me
Such a missing
As to leave me hanging
Useless
On tones of desire
Are you a dream
Romantic held
And beauty seen
Someone I may once have
Known
The touch of you
Lingers
My fingertips reminisce
Somewhere in my soul
Are you a dream
A dream of waiting
A dream of longing
A pounding echo of
Having
Spoken so close
I
Your neck once felt
The brush of my breath
Fall soft tingled
Turned your ear
To my lips
I
Whispered then
I love you
While my arms in worship
Wrapped about you
Only to bring
The depths of your eyes
Closer
So much closer
To mine
Are you a dream
I think not
They slipped away
One by one
The bygone days
Of summer
Forgotten windchimes
Gently tingled
To the breezes ringing
Their last serenade
Wispy sunlight
Resisted giving way
To hurling winds
And skies darkened
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~BYGONE DAYS OF SUMMER~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on April 8, 2020 for contest STRAND POETRY PICK 5 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted on October 2, 2019
Echoes in my essence
rode a cold frigid breeze
Snowflakes would ride along
bringing a deeper freeze
Words upon winter's breath
seen each time i spoke
White warm puffs dance
whimsical floating smoke
Toes and fingertips tingled
a cold that almost burns
Beauty in this winter land
Yet spring's warmth i yearn