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 hour for trysting
When you come unresisting
Precious and eager on hesitant feet;
Shadows disguise us
Rose scent to baptize us
Scenting our bed with...

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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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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 so tenderly caressed.
A groan will escape my lips and I will fall to my knees,
wistful, yet blessed for I'd held...

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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 glow is a sin, I dare impugn.

Lustrous is her light when emerged in the night,
as pale as the alabaster skin...

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Metaphors and similes flow freely from my pen 
when I am scripting and scribing in poetic verse.
Across the width of pale parchment pages 
the nib of my feathered pen continues to traverse.
Ink courses fathoms deep within me like life blood, 
rushing through the eddied channels...

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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 Timbuktu
Saudi princes bought the hotels at Carrefour de Pompadour
Kings of Malaysia with retinues planned long séjours

Sea Anne-Anne’s “broken news” chartered...

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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 story---
our story 
a cocooned legacy
of a pregnant dream
hanging 
in the tangled web of time.

Matrices
of pseudo gains
continue
to tease un-ripened minds
with scams...

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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 when men took pride in their guild of yesteryear.
Built of sturdy oak, it will stand for many years, that is...

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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 silent cries
In their minds a million worlds collide

Lost, cunning and sly, they drink up pure essence of Hope and Trust
like...

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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 night simmering, squalling
Beginnings long day ending, waning

Winged silhouette floating, rising
Sleepy canine lies dreaming, chasing
The stranger rises--ascending, falling
Moonlight beaming, shadow stalking

Temptress...

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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 of those who leapfrog into top power palaces
On whether de Beauvoirs or transvestites be given more room

Dohr took dire toll...

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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 of my love I see no trace
For the dusk is wide and vast
As I wait here in our trysting place
Alone...

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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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"He sings his hymns every night, that she will know
the sounds that echo in his heart."
  A gift he offers to soothe my lonely days
  for in most of my waking hours we must be apart.

"She reveals a hint of a mystery lady
in...

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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 thermostatically well-regulated spot.

So the choice of where to rendezvous
Presents a slew of problems, too.
I don't mind trysting with a lady
In...

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