Best Unclasp Poems
I have chosen You.
Sweet and handsome mortal, come to me…
Whisper to me your longings,
and I shall tickle your ear with my saccharine breath.
I shall take you to places
where only gods and goddesses roam.
Aware am I of how my radiant beauty entrances you...
Be thankful to the Fates that it is you I have chosen.
I have sprung forth from Ocean's foam,
but we shall churn that sea...
Flowers at my feet would pale
to the flowers that spring forth from my heart
How I know too well that my eyes mesmerize
A twinkle from the windows of my soul
and I know I have captured you.
I would gladly take off these necklaces ‘round my supple neck
if it means that your lips trail soft kisses instead…
I would happily unclasp these brooches in my hair,
and let my flowing tresses
tickle your gorgeous face and body,
as I take my turn to adorn you with my kisses.
I shall discard these golden robes made by the Kharites and the Horai
and reveal my nubile body for you to explore
with your eyes…
…with your hands
with your lips…
Let the Seasons be forgotten,
as we move to only know of Love.
I have chosen You.
Sweet and handsome mortal, Come to me…
August 5, 2010
Stay elusive shade
of my beloved
I wish to caress
the rounded hills
of your form...
My hands seek
the fertile valleys
entangled in gentle branches
green and cool
that are you...
You, silent giver
of secret worlds
sweet love of non-illusion
hands of tender leaves...
With obedience of steel
my heart follows your attraction
why lure me with solicitations
only to vanish and depart?
Lay with me
upon bed of sailing ship
unclasp and unzip revealing such beauty
close your eyes and hear my moans
embrace being fully human...
Share my bed
tyranny triumphs over pain
lay next to me in praise of my bed
until the early morning light
brings fresh blues and friendly reds...
~ ~
Written: May 10, 2024, For Jay Narain Summer Contest
Rumi Quote: Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder
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Flowers grow in the warm touch of summer,
Jasmine and gardenias smell strummer.
A seductive scent pervades the space,
An illustration of passion transcends interlace.
Sunflower view chases a sun's dazzling pathway,
Pansies proceeds with colors in a bright display.
Lavender-purple petals—are a soothing sight,
Attracting bees and birds, a whimsical flight.
Orchid's elegance is a squint to grasp,
Ginger and heliconia—stories yet unclasp.
Hawaiian blooms, with exotic grace,
Beckon us to relish their vibrant embrace.
A vivid show of marigolds and birds of paradise,
Hibiscus blooms—giving it a divine melodize.
Chrysanthemums, daisies, and dahlias are bright,
It's a tapestry of colors—a celestial sight.
Flowers paint our path from heaven to earth,
It is a symphony of beauty—a gift from birth.
Petunias, as elegant as they seem,
Butterflies flutter—drawn to their gleam.
Cherish summer, with this floral display,
Where summer's embrace holds us sway.
Its beauty inspires,— its fragrance delights,
As we bask in nature's wondrous sights.
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Three
Note: I do hope it’s clear to readers by now that – strictly speaking – in these ruba’iyat, I deviate from the original Persian medieval model, introduced by Rudaki in Ghazna, in that I do away with the 7-syllable hemistich and even the 14-syllable line of the couplet in order to create a longer more breathless ruba’i of my own. I adhere only to the intent and the tone at large. Apologies to Master Khayyam and his ilk.
Then as the dawn comes creeping through the dull cold listless haze
Shattered by nitpicking crows still in their tuxedo craze
Raucous squawks remind her to take that woollen mantle off
And stretch her legs just where her feet splintered the brittle glaze
Yet no one had ever seen her curious darling eyes
Her fronds of glaucous eye-lashes lie under thin ice
On some frosty winter morn gusts shake her locks threadbare loose
While some Himalayan pine bucked her will long bent with vice
No frog croaks nor cicadas cut into eerie silence
And the vapours of sticky unkempt limbs hang low and dense
The forsaken dame dreams on as on every December morn
No carbide stench of Bastille Day fireworks will choke her sense
On such lone nights when joggers dare not dig into her sides
She’d unclasp her python coils to search through shopping guides
For sherwanis and sarees to rouse Khayyam from his cup
While the svelte lass from Lahore wanders in her coils besides
Come winter! Come shine! This life’s nothing but a longing grind
Each in his own way dying to find his own special kind
If that happens, will this world be bereft of its only quest
For never does the search bring together two of the right kind!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
MY BEAUTY
Piece by piece
I will remove them
I will undo them now.
I will undress now
Like the stripper you wish me to be
I will throw them at you
Daring you to grab them
Measuring how vast your desire is
Seeing your indecision on whether
To hold the pieces
Or to touch my nakedness.
I will gently remove my starched headpiece
That sits majestically on my head
And finger comb my shaggy shrubby hair
Knotted lifeless on my head.
I will undress now
Piece by piece
For why should I hide
My beauty from your loving eyes?
I will with particular care unclasp my gold earrings
That have been winking all night at you
And leave dark scarred earlobes
I will undress now
Piece by piece
For why should I hide
My beauty from your yearning eyes?
I will unadorn my neck
Tugging away the heavy priceless pearls
That have hung around my neck
And leave my almost invisible neck
Bare to your glance
I will undress now
Piece by piece
For why should I hide
My beauty from your worshipping eyes?
I will with precision and concision unclasp my floral printed blouse
That has fitted me to perfection all evening
To reveal my wrinkled saggy breasts
That have obeyed the law of gravity
I will undress now
Piece by piece
For why should I hide
My beauty from your coveting eyes?
I will slowly push my pencil skirt
That has hugged my curves adoringly
I will sway with it as it travels down
Revealing flabby cellulite infected folds of flesh
I will undress now
Piece by piece
For why should I hide
My beauty from your worshipping eyes?
I will undress now
Piece by piece
For my beauty
Is what really glazes your eyes
Not so?
Give to me your purest hands
upon each translucent finger
I shall lay a trembling kiss
setting upon each of them a precious gem...
Then tenderly I will kiss
your dreamy eyes where hope does linger
my mouth on your mouth we will whisper
a poem from an Ovid erotica...
Once upon your loving neck
more kisses spark a necklace whose embers
will burn down on your enticing dark shoulders...
Later tonight when you are undressing
you will unclasp it
and it will fall down like soft rain
to scorch the lilies of your breasts!
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It has taken me time to get to here,
a journey of pieces, fragments I grasp;
I have climbed up life's mountain- every tier !
Good morals, values and wisdom - I clasp,
I now have perception of who I am;
all bad negativity I unclasp !
Oh, I dislike deception and flimflam,
and my philosophy is to stay calm;
I stay with my doctrines and my program !
Truth, patience and composure is my balm,
I was brought up to know the right from wrong;
there are times when stressed that I read a psalm !
I find this way of living makes me strong,
my beliefs are simple- love everyone;
peace, love and harmony is my life song !
Don't want my life to be a hit-and-run,
I, often refine perception- insight
no wish for my life to be a rerun !
When I fall, fail I stay always polite;
and will clear my mind to look for the light !
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November 14, 2020
Poetry/Terza Rima (non Iambic)/It Has Taken Time
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1304-758-14
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, It's a part of me-
Life and the perceptions and philosophies you hold,
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
It is something most of us take for granted
But a lack makes children's lives disenchanted
Though it cannot be completely prevented
Proper surgery can make a life less lamented
Unclasp those hands held so tightly in prayer
Help a child live a life that is not so full of despair
And give them a beautiful gift that is bereft of strife
Because the smile of a child is the greatest gift of life.
(in honor of the great work of http://smiletrain.org - stop praying and start doing!)
- continued from Part 2
I Am Making More Profits
Than An Open Window Can Scope!
But More Importantly
Than Any Viable Earnings Can Invoke …
Lovely … I Am Sending Valuable-Love
… Inside This Envelope
(Isa. 54: 11, 12)
Yes, Lovely … You Are My Amethysts & Rubies
and Sapphires and Silver and Gold
and I Am The Richest Person Alive!
… If The Truth Be Told …
I Want You Ecstatically Happy
Now Surely, You Must Know
I Just Want To See Your Own
Luminous, Starry Eyes Aglow
… and Pour Drops of Soothing Oil
and Lavish-Anoint You – Head To Toe
and Smell Your Sweet, Pure Perfume
Wafting Like Incense To My Nose …
And Hold You In My Arms
and Never Let You Go
My Lovely One, I’ll Be With You Soon
Because I Love You So …
My Lovely One, You Know Me
To Be A Lover of Honor, Most Honest
The Length Between Us Is Loyal
and Getting Closer By The Moments
And You Have Your One-True-Lover’s
Word of Oath – On This (like Sacred-Sonnets)
And I Will Come For You, My Lovely One
… I Promise …
But The War Rages On
and Will Wage Worse Before Its Gone
But These Things I Have Told You
So You Have Always Known …
About Harsh Ways of The World
So Go Past Them, You Must Stay Strong
and True To Me ‘Til I Come
and Make Us A Brand New Home
(For To Me, Again – You’ll Belong
… Before Ere’ Too Long …
(Rev. 21: 3, 4)
But I Must Finish My Duty
and Complete My Timeline-Task
The Importance and Responsibility
For This Job Is Very Vast!
It’s For Our Future & To Make Sure
That We Will Always Last
and That No One Else Dare Repeat
Poisoned Mistakes From Prideful-Pasts
And After This … We’ll Never Again
Ungroup or Unclasp!
But Your Understanding & Agreement
Is Needed Now … That’s What I Ask …
Oh, Let My Words Kindle
Your Starry Eyes Like Flames!
Let The Fire of My Ardor
& Pure Force, Course Thru Your Veins!
(The Song of Solomon 8: 6, 7)
And Let This Letter Draw You To Me
With Unbreakable Mettle Chains!
and If You Must Whisper and Weep
Just Softly Echo My Name …
(Remember, You Agreed To Wear My Name)
(Isa. 43: 7, 10, 11 / Acts 11: 26 / Rom. 10: 13)
Let This Letter Be My Lips
Speaking Forth Innocence
Let This Letter Be My Lips
and Each Word A Knowing Kiss
Let This Letter Be My Voice
Telling You How You’re Loved & Missed
For Soon, We Will Be Together
As If In Celestial Bliss
I Send This Letter So It Could
Act As Your Revival
I Sent This Letter So You Could
Know I Am Reliable
(Part 3 of 4)
Magnus can’t run wild
since he bolts
once given liberty
of tether.
I identify with his struggle
as he pulls with vigor
to center the fray
in frolic
only to get denied
with a plaintive yank
at the limit of
influence,
placated and sequestered
in a panting pen
without regard for
dignity.
As I unclasp his
durable chain,
he licks my face
then jets off.
I see you with her
and I know from your eyes
your vision whirled
You hold her hand
and when our gaze met
you unclasp it
No need to hide honey
I know we expired
I thought at first
Time would make us wine
But it just turned us into
a fluid in the mouth
Fermented from sleep
sour, smelly, unswallowable
Your ways of loving
were exposed before me
When our gaze locked,
Don't bow your head yet-
I'm still recollecting it
How sweet you love
Rather how sweet you lie?
The way you thawed my heart
by the heat of your tongue
and now I prove
that tongue's no better than a snake's
and Oh! how sensational you love
You always sent me screaming
through the night
But don't be ashamed honey
if your skill is naked before me
Cause I know for certain
That the lady whom you're with
Will fall to no better than my fate.
Breathless gasps
Agonizing spasms
Ice-cold sweat beads
Fingers clutch a fading heart, palpitating with grief
In a moment, the rapacious pain recedes
Burdened by scorn and disbelief
Fingers unclasp as the beads disperse
As the pressure ascends to give way to relief
Vows of friendship relinquish their crown to deceit
Don’t reminisce… you’ll risk an arduous repeat
Betrayal… a lifelong heart attack
There she is, makeup layered on, like the sunblock you wear each and every day. Dress resolutely winking your way, pulling you closer, for she's the flower and your the bee, attracted to her imbuing dimple, her entrancing beauty. You dazedly stumble her way, sweaty palms, eyes flaring around, for she's a bundle of fireworks, never to have frowned, for boys are always doltishly flirting with her, making her giggle, for they are drunk from her love, drunk from her liquor.
But today she stands alone, waiting, waiting for you. Not knowing what to do, you fumble around with your thumbs and timidly stutter your words. Fed up with your Epic, your restless heartbeat for her, she grins at you, teeth blindingly flashing, done with being subdued. A hummingbird flutters out of her lips, for her love is no longer taken, nevermore caged by her questioning gaze. She takes your hand, leans against your shoulder and purrs out your name. Haven guessed his password, his key to his heart, you dance, dance until dark. Gyrating around you, she effortlessly twirls and spins, like cotton candy, she is revolved by your arms, sweetened by the twinkle in your eyes and the caring in your smile. As the Sun rises to say hello, you unclasp your hands and separate, unstick from your eloquent hug. Even though you walk away from this night, step away from her voodoo, your love for each other will never walk away from you.
Paradise, the only word that can encapsulate the emotion felt while looking into her eyes.
Her soft, gentle hands intertwined with mine; truly the epitome of glorious bliss.
Her angelic poise beckons my awe, proving, she once resided in the heavenly skies.
Our souls have surely found their long awaited mates, for our love cannot be dismissed.
But the thief name life seems to want her for himself; conjuring war for my service implore.
Grief impales our joyous moments, spewing horrid thought of our hands unclasp.
But refuse I cannot; for if I am not a patriot I shall be called a traitor.
My heart aches as from paradise I am torn; forced to answer the call of the draft.
Weeks pass like months as the days seem to linger; leaving only the night stars to ponder.
Wondering if she too is looking up at the sky; with a smile on her face, and her beautiful eyes.
Holding on to the love we once felt; awaiting the day of my gaze again capture.
Drifting off to sleep where she meets my minds eye; for dreams is where my hope resides.
But sleep is one thing that I have a short supply of; for war does not wait on dreamers.
Shipped off to the battle with only a rifle, a pack, and cartridges with bullets intact.
Fear weighs like blazing hot coals searing my mind and soul with its glowing red embers.
As my boots touch the vile, blood stained land, bullets zip by my ears hoping my head to impact.
Rushing through the blanket of bodies covering the sand; finding a rock for the bullets deflect.
The ricocheting projectile's vibration can be felt through the rock; shaking my inner courage.
Grasping my rifle, I take aim at a man I will never know; for it's his life I must collect.
The bullet cuts through the dense air; piercing skin, breaking bone, and his soul ravage.
But, no celebration will be had, for my side felt the cold burn of metal piercing skin.
Falling to the sand with my hand holding the wound; I cry out for help but no aid comes through.
My vision darkens as the battle rages; senses fading into the quiet calm abyss within.
And the last thing I see; a star, taking me back to the paradise my soul once succumb to.
Waiting Room
by Odin Roark
One’s special space
Where chin resting
Upon knees tucked
Arms wrapped tight
To be the ball we wish to be
How many such moments
Harbored our protected thoughts
Those times when
Happiness hung tenuous
Like a spider’s web
Trusting no harm would come
While trying to anchor
Tomorrow’s hope
We’ve all been there
Whether in one’s closet
Bedroom corner
Or storeroom darkness
As child
Adult
Senior
We carry our waiting room
Upon our backs
Held tight in prayerful hands
Often beneath squeezed eyelids
And sometimes
As frozen ice
So vulnerable we feel
So vulnerable
Along the way
The waiting room
Receives anxious news
Information
Results
Decisions
Hopes
Dreams
Fears
Eager bearers of answers
All with passkeys
Remembrance
Brings back painful times
When trying too hard to maintain focus
Moments escape into the void
Some of us arrive at a different moment
That time when perhaps
We neither regret the past
Or fear the future
We unclasp our grip
Lift the head of our often-heavy burden
Spread our arms
And breathe
Often for the first time
And discover that other special space
Acceptance
Accepting discovery as precious
Comes not without pain
For assent to enlightenment
Will always be fraught with rocky passage
But the reaching of summit’s reward
Is without parallel
Forging forever
That life exists as moments-in-waiting
Or moments one allows to live
Regardless the consequence
Ah
The juncture
The moment lived