A strange woman
can turn you into
a deranged human
Lust not after her
She'll leave you to
just rot, heavy cost incur
Eye-grabbing, she will lure
Don't fall into her trap
Soul-stabbing she is, stay pure
With false vows, she entices
Be not seduced by her beauty
She'll waltz, carouse, all wayward vices
Stay away from her streets
Her house directs to death
Play, then prey - that's how she defeats
An amorous alliance with her
can steer straight to hell,
A dangerous dalliance with a sweet whisperer
Dangerous dalliance, life threatening thrill
A menacing fun, a somber skill
One that makes the beating blast
A fleeting fame that will never last
A ride in raging rolling coaster
A gem devoid of lasting luster
It's like an ice in white-hot weather
That leaves nothing, even a feather
For, after all the showing stun
Glory will set like the sinking sun
Even the sound of a beating drum
Will not be heard, not even strum
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Honorable mention
Enchantment of fire is so beautiful to hunt,
seductive, intoxicating, wild, and untamed...
an entranced moth, in tawny fragile wings
fluttering in frenzy, yearning for warmth
embraces the irresistible flickering sparks.
their mirth in sync, a dangerous dalliance.
fuzzy deception in the lure of its blaze
the moth knows not its short life span.
Please stay a little longer, O dear flame,
Let me save you from dying, says the moth
But alas!
Lovebeams blend into the dark night, and
in its shadow a defeated moth is shattered,
black soot mourning with its charred wings.
As the hall is again full of lanterns and light,
a new cloud of moths wait in hope of white.
Nights of passion with no strings attached
Ignited by booze and a lusty zest,
Bodies gyrating, so tightly pressed,
Wanton desire, emotions detached
Regrets come with hangovers that can't be patched
The night was a blur, yet he felt stressed,
Nights of passion with no strings attached
Ignited by booze and a lusty zest
A dangerous dalliance with decisions poorly hatched
But he would party again on his boozy quest
Addiction beckoned, you know the rest
On dangerous dalliances he became latched,
Nights of passion, with no strings attached
Yesterday the world engaged askance
And as you held my hand
As surely as the firmament of Earth
The hardening of your gaze
Assured my spirit of your recant
It is in the world we know it as time itself
here shadows bend within visions far beyond hope
Mountainous, like regions where eternals dwell
The pillage of my heart takes hold
With things to mend and tasks to undertake
Where luminescent dalliances of shade
Cast orbs betwixt the spheres of dawn
You stand, deft in your repose
And I wait, ready to meet your gaze
Where words of wisdom
Sing within your gaited frame
All hopes of reason rise beyond this dawnless day
And long begotten promises of future fate
Cast only spells of love
And nothing late
Our love forbidden, hidden, went awry.
A dangerous dalliance we did try.
With whispered words, we took the chance,
To steal a moment's forbidden romance.
But, danger lurked in every glance,
At first the dare enthralled the dance.
But, the scared glances took their toll,
Denying our love the depth of an attentive soul.
The flames of furtive passion, soon grew cold,
Leaving our love a story untold.
For the dangerous dalliance on shifting sand,
Became a fleeting rushed night's stand.
We parted friends destined to dalliance
With distant furtive smile and glance
All that remained of our risky game
Fueled by passion, but without a flame.
The Solstice showed up early
left us in the dark
promised on the morrow
two more minutes in the park
he dances with the shadows
changing them from fat to thin
promises that every day
we’ll do the dance again
so spread your arms and celebrate
the dalliance of moon and sun
a romance that hasn’t ended
since the day it was begun
John G. Lawless
©12/21/2022
dandy butterfly
lands on a bunch of flowers~
a lip locked ballet
August.15.2022
~ Placed First~
Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Tania Kitchin
Oh, it was a beautiful cloudless sunny day,
as I wandered a meadow to make a bouquet;
all about butterflies were dancing a ballet,
and I was dazzled by the song of a blue jay !
To a rippling stream I went on hearing a song,
and there a man sang a tune beautiful and strong;
his heavenly voice mingled with each wild birdsong,
and I stayed with him just talking all that daylong !
It would be a summer dalliance dulcet sweet,
his ethereal kisses made me overheat;
on gossamer threads I floated to our heartbeat,
we were on a labyrinthine path bittersweet !
On the last day we found a lagoon secluded;
and wept murmurous whispers of love concluded !
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May 5, 2021
Poetry/Sonnet/A Summer Dalliance
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1352-721-05
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Summer Love Sonnet
sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 05/24/2021
Third Place
Life, ne'er the primrose path of dalliance
for me (and in league with this shady world),
like the accused who has no innocence,
fleeced me as my tribulations unfurled;
deprived and in disgrace with Fortune's eyes,
with all hope lost and none at all to care,
I implored heaven with my bootless cries,
and cursed my fate, crying to God in prayer,—
Who saw my afflictions and gave me rest
at last, as well as respite and reprieve:
all these blessings to which I can attest
that spring from His grace (in which I believe).
Tho' life's “a thief” and I was “his victim,”
God was there to “arrest and convict him!”
i shall never be able to forget our affection
was deep as first love, and wild as all regret-
crimson and medallion encompass my soul;
‘neath the autumn moon i still etch your silhouette
sincerity arrived and remorse soon followed,
for i needed compassion, someone to console-
i put away my lace to replace what was before,
now my poor essence shallow, my heart hollowed
o’er the mount of forgiveness is where i wish to be,
never saving a love that washes up a reverie shore-
o, if only my sweet, we could make one more connection,
maybe you would be you- and… i would be me
i shall always be frail in ways never comprehended,
must cease this pain so that i may be apprehended-
our passion could have been incredibly splendid,
all love suspended... as our dalliance has ended
2. Deep as first love, and wild as all regret - Alfred Lord Tennyson
Date: 2.25.20
dalliance in a bungalow; euphony.
our mellifluous voices blend and
no longer is mine demure
felicity fills our love lagoon
an effervescent elixir
that which is becoming of beauty
that, which is so ephemeral.
fugacious love succumbs to day
for when the gossamer web of amorance
turns chatoyant in sunlight,
their murmurous musings begin
and so we must reveal the imbroglio of our verboten affairs.
‘tis all clandestine, dear ingénue,
we found serenity by serendipity
and though our tryst succeeds the lullabies,
it must to languor yield by aurora
thus, let us savour this
dalliance in a bungalow, bucolic and aglow
with the tintinnabulation of your summery lilt.
our mellifluous voices blend and
no longer is mine demure
“ every dalliance “
I have always found within my old books
many of which I have read over and over
and each time be it the first or the sixth
I have always found something anew.
Some I missed or skipped over
something the author wrote
that did not resonate
within my previous dalliances
line upon line
page upon page
chapter upon chapter.
I knew every contour of her body
my lips have traversed every line
and still I find it all anew.
The last time it was the candle light the way it had
glisten across her breasts that captured my eye.
While this morning it was the early morning light
that chased away the shadows that hid
their beauty as they glisten while we dallianced.
Or from time to time the aroma of her wine
its taste always delicious sometimes sweet
sometimes pale but always a divine pleasure.
But then of course she is
my favorite author
my favorite poetess.
And I have always found
my greatest pleasure be it
within my hand,
within my arms
my one and only true love
as every dalliance is a new one.
The dust stand in devoted pair
with stare towards the brush and it's fare
devotion despairs
the dust sighs
the brush forfeits
they surrender
Alas all but in an instant
so is no victory reaped
so is earning molted from the tears and given to dust
But they neglect despair
for there is hope in humour
and the comatose lie a restless slumber
for their anew that bravely implore the void-less dark
"Their slumber is beautiful. Voiceless"
So it is, dear Moon
"Why?"
Because their slumber has a twilight
"For it is not eternal"
For beauty is but a dalliance.
"Ephemeral"
Dalliance With The Winter Birch
Crystal glances at the brilliant blue
Marching up there with blinding sun soaked sky
Clouds stream by
They come apart in seams of wonder
As the day begins to shine
Work waits there on the farm
A dalliance with winter wind and trees begin
White limbs swing limp, spring back again on birches
Firm roots, frozen earth, hold the hard wood down
I climb the highest branches there
At 8:00 am farm chores start once again
They can wait for just a while longer
While all of nature sinks into the skin
As I figure out how to return
Somehow I got lost above the trees
Tangled in the maze of branches
Caught, never found, while climbing birches
Never quite figured out
Which way was up or down
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