Prowling the estate
Seeking a mate
Thinking he was great
Royal Birkdale could not wait
For his date
When the lioness arrived
Honestly Royal Birkdale tried
Thinking the lioness was going to be his bride
Opening the door
Letting out a roar
Exclaiming, "Amor Amor"
She pranced
A dance
Making Royal Birkdale turn red
Many said
Time passed
Lioness tail swung fast
Letting a lot go
Wanting to know
Where things are
In their relationship, so far
Being a future King
He purchased an honorable ring
Shiny and bright
Just right
"You are my Queen
A dream"
Lioness pondered and peered
"I love you dear"
Allowing cubbies to magically appear
Giving Royal Birkdale much pride
That could never be denied
As the sun set
Royal Birkdale will never forget
What he has in life
A loving family and committed wife
Frederick Fox went a courting on a summer’s day fine
Object of his desire was a vivacious vixen named Madeline
They got along like a roof gets along with a gargoyle
Like a garden takes to luscious black healthy soil
He was thrilled with his date, and she seemed excited with he.
Maybe a future for these two could easily be.
But then he brought up children, and she did not want any.
This was not Frederick’s plan, for he wanted at least twenty.
Summer Hiku 24
warm summer s ~u ~n ~s ~h ~I ~n ~e
c -o -u -r -t -I -n -g lilies in v ~a ~i ~n~
heart aching with p ~a ~i ~n.
The man who learns mauve from chartreuse
Is rendered quite gay by the news.
For courting sweet lasses
A man means amasses
That too many colors confuse.
A message sent, an icon lights the screen,
Her heart skips with a hope—what will he say?
No flowers now, just words in lines between,
A digital courtship, love found this way.
She reads his thoughts, like whispers through the night,
A photo shared, a smile across the miles,
Though screens divide, emotions take their flight,
A growing bond, unseen but full of trials.
He types a pause, then waits for her reply,
No letters sealed, no hands that reach to hold,
Yet hearts connect, and neither can deny
The dance of love in forms both new and bold.
In virtual spaces, sparks ignite the flame,
Two souls entwined, though life is not the same
dance dulcet tunes
lantern moons sway
with spoons’ parfait
Wrapping the words
in silence
tying them with a bow
Gifting them to
my other self
waiting still to know
Leaving them
at the doorstep
of one I’d chased so long
A thank you note
has just arrived
— those words turned into song
(Ronald McDonald House: April, 2024)
Flirty admiration leads to big ring on finger if feelings are mutual
He's poised at the threshold, ready to husk flight.
His limbs are tense, and he seems to be in a plight.
A deep pit awaits him below, as the sky is limitless.
The time is here for him to fly away, vociferous.
As he descends, he feels air rush under his wings.
His voice vibrates in his head, and he wants to sing.
The high tide lifts him up, and he glides effortlessly.
Falls on a daisy and swallows its nectar querulously.
His time here is short since he must find a mate.
Is a sewer topic on his mind, and he sees it as his fate.
From above, he gets a glimpse of her. He must try.
To tempt her into their erotic dance, as he has to die.
Akin to actors on a stage, everyone moved as one.
Their summer ballet is depicted on a paper pen.
Earth's Chronicle has gone down over the years.
While he is dying, she lays her eggs yet no tears.
Written: May 27, 2023
Love Letter
Courting a Black Widow Spider
I do admire your knitting skills
The sight of your cobweb fills me with thrills
Your hourglass figure glowing red
has never gripped my heart with dread
The sight of you a passion rare instills
So I could never believe, as I view fresh kills
that the day we wed, I’ll be next day’s meals
Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing!
On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles
up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings
tripping warming skins to tremble a while…
Next come your silken color-filled fancies!
Eyes beckoned, step out to be near such charms…
Yens still, as you march as perfumed dandy,
masking musky breath, that breezes sneezed harm…
And when April comes along, your eye gleams!
Enchantment grows, then fades to slushy mush….
Becoming crystals, shatter in your steam
Oh how she weeps, for diamonds rained to slush!
Rivers gush your youth’s enthusiasm ~
Now, may you calm, ere you deepen chasms ~
(2/7/23)
Gently flowing to the music
Intensely aware of his touch
Caressing her waist admiringly
Like he always felt as such
~~~
Dreamily whispering in her ear
As they greedily listened with hope
For even more of these feelings
Which promised they would elope
Workshop: Adjectives Deleted Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jack Webster
June 11, 2021
Vivaldi’s Violin
The sound begins vague as a thought from perhaps
a misted remembrance made more distant more soft
in the surrounding sunset not trusting eyes only ears.
I sit up and listen indeed stretch all hearing as music
surely music more than the wind’s whistling moves
ever closer alerting me to a whole physical smiling
through the opened backdoor I cast my sight past
the silhouetted trees of early December past
yellow-glowing windows of neighboring homes and on
past the twinkling white low-altitude warning lights set
like many a Venus on the horizon I notice I am
not frozen from weather but rather awaiting a sign as
a startling soloist continues Vivaldi’s allegro non motto
violin in a love affair with nature a secret in splendor
a flying to heights just beyond human
ears or prayers in this courting of my soul and its
further reaching in Winter III Allegro that could lift
the twilight ever more than experienced in dreams.
***********. ***********. ***********
(c) sally Young eslinger 12/3/2020
Thanks be to God
Loralei’s green eyes flickered in the dark,
Noticed by males, especially Clark.
She captivated him in every way.
He reminisced about her most of the day.
Truth told, she was totally unaware.
Of his bold prowess, and that he did care.
He came courting and met her stout brothers.
Her grandma and one of her stepmothers.
They put him to work on the family farm.
Let him feed the bull without any harm.
Loralei noticed he was lots of help.
He was strong too, not like a little whelp.
Loralei and Clark promptly fell in love.
A blissful marriage honored from above.
Do you intimidate yourself…
If you do
You need to go back to work
Mining the fear
Destroying your ego
Intrepidation courting truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
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