Sun bled heavy eyelids
close in mid day glow
bee braises by
dogs snuffle near
cloud clumsy
wind simpers
breathing sweated air
no care
Categories:
braises, poetry,
Form: Free verse
She seduces me with her bedroom eyes
Her hand atop mine, between her thighs
I can't deny that she has the power
To lie with me every waking hour
I couldn't oppose her advances, she has a grip on me
With her soft angelic voice and undamaged anatomy
In a trance from her bedroom eyes
Drawn into her soul, a part of me dies
She braises my fingers across her smooth shaven lips
Assures me she’s aroused, the pleasure drips
Unwrapping her body of what sets me apart
From exposing her skin, God's work of art
A teardrop falls from her bedroom eyes
A happy tear to my surprise
She remains admirably brave, although, this is foreign
She has not been defiled by other men
Her narrow entrance puts me to shame
Intensifying my steady flame
God sent her to me, as an answer to my cries
I reside under the spell of her bedroom eyes
Categories:
braises, art, beauty, body, desire,
Form: Free verse
I waved a silent song
past its strongest heights
For a sating revision
of a shy sound to ignite
Asks for melodic tense,
for its sequence of time
heaves a better song
and lights up a star-deprived
haze
regardless of time,
Promises
to sign a sympathetic course
for us in bloodless keys…
and for the lost keys
discarded,
to toe
the empty line
and reside
in our unkempt places
Yet reluctantly,
and
in defeat,
invokes a right
to fill its
self-declared silence
with lasting doubt
And braises a cold heartfelt petal
of pain
To open and fit
a rising reduction of triumph
in different keys
But till then
My best bequeaths to each
of us a silent song
Our second tries aim
a daunting recourse to pasts below
We signed off
in single file
In endless cells,
walled in our own unforgiving pasts
As they
echo beneath
a soldered
and silent core of song
While we wait
for the sympathy of
a melodic distance..
that heaves
and leaves
a silent song to die
a second time
Categories:
braises, grief, relationship, sad love,
Form: Prose Poetry
Brows from the west wind, clinch and glint abreast.
Bracelet she wears,rocks rhythm to country's souls.
Her coloured oval Lips subtle the thought
That she braises when it comes to domestics.
Her subdue touch and crutch are her good sorts.
Echoes of the heart, the chance that chest should date
With no vowel vague; and apprehensive to many.
Lo and behold certified and satisfactory core.
When we she built up beauty with peace
Our hearts long for day by day to feel and see?
Despite giant writes and intact punchy speeches,
Yet her dumb and deaf jokers move no inch.
When will her peaceful procreations procreate peace?
When will are heterogeneous veins vaunt brotherhood?
When will her crowns suffice apartheid recurrences?
Or peace will dwell after the extinct of all her utterances?
~A.O~
Entered into: Gail Angel
Doyle's "Echoes of The Heart" Contest.
Categories:
braises, adventure, allegory, day, friendship,
Form: Quatorzain
First light and her shadows angle silent, long as the crawling ivy
Tuck themselves away beneath, underworld of stem and leaf
My eyes so cold afrost, fall like flake or feathers lost, upon the yawning flowered garden
Up from yonder down a trelis, holding onto lasting breaths
Whilst my heart's love unspoiled like a buried treasure hidden
Wandering around my metaphoric dark, I gaze onto wilds, meadows of another life
Sun drops her drizzle, trickles shooing dews of remnant way
And the rising ball o fire's falsetto braises ends of petals silk and lace
But why does thunder strike not once but twice even thrice and on
Pierce as morning rays inward to reveal tis place which I thought to have been erased
To render hours faster, passing seasons after, leaving all instilled behind
And watch transfixed upon the dance of a single gypsy flora
Whos flutters velvet wings waltzing amidst palettes de pandora
Writhes and rhythms weaving in and out of dreams betwixt its currents
Resurrecting the yearns of man for chance, thus to be
As the innocence of tender grass beyond this stained glass window
Wearing clouds of happiness atop my head
Swaying with the she spirit of elements of independence
Categories:
braises, happiness, love, philosophy, romance,
Form: Romanticism