Best Trysting Poems

The daylight is dying
Twilight comes flying
Purple and crimson blaze in the sky;
The sun's in a rush
To part with a flush
And kiss the meadow good bye.

An...

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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...

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Grieving, I shall rue the day when atop the hill I stand,
alone with my memories, grasses swaying in the breeze.
Tears on my cheeks, he'd once...

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Draw back the drapes of those tenebrous clouds
for my eyes desire a glimmer of the pallid moon.
Sullen shadows of night, her beauty enshrouds.
Covering her faint...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Six

Soon all the rooms at trysting hotel were for years booked through
By pilgrims from Mindanao and Minangkabau to...

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IN THE TANGLED WEB OF TIME…

How long 
must we still march
and sing---
our feet grown weary
and facades of justice
quietly silencing our voices?

Today 
we remain footnotes
to his...

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The bridge was built in 1892 across the gorge of Deer Lick Creek.
Many eerie things have happened since that time adding to its mystique.
'Twas built...

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Garden sentinel, carrion he’s stripping 
Woolf tail wagging white fangs ripping 
Stream-of-consciousness telling, spewing
Dog’s breakfast masticating, chewing

Mourning doves cooing, woo-OO-ing
Backyard cricket legs rubbing, chirping
Hot summer...

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"The Hope Thieves"



Colours change chameleon fast

The Hope Thieves
steal dreams to make up
for their own lost lives and fast-draining
upside-down hour glass pasts

In their hearts a million...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Eight

Other media meanwhile busy with who’s sleeping with whom
Relying on New-Sweep and Thyme to make loud front-page zoom
Mainly...

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sunshine
trysting wildest dreams
desire permeates...

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I told my love that we should meet
He asked me when and where
I said “At dusk, of course, my sweet.
Let’s meet up then and there.”

Yet...

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My dear, a Romeo I fear I'm not
When the temperature is too darned hot.
I prefer to do my wooing,
And my billing and my cooing,
In a...

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In the crepuscular half-light 
Our amaranthine trysting dreams 
Are transformed to apodictic
Iridescent lyrical love 
Tokens of rhapsodic tranquil...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Four

Lovers stroll down her nubile spine blithely to pubic isle
Where under linden boughs and mulberry spread connive smile
Old...

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