Dalliances Poems | Examples

Echo and Narcissus retelling Ovid's the Greek poets account

    Oh Echo why, did she beguile.
    Queen Hera with loquacity.
    Thou mountain nymph whose winsome smile
    Did mask Zeus from complicity
    With sylvan nymphs, his sole desire.
    Those dalliances once revealed
    Set jealous Hera's heart on fire.
    Echo was blamed, her fate now sealed
    To never speak, till others spoke.
    And only then, those last words said.
    Then bite her tongue, or she would choke.
    This punishments inside her head.
    A woodland hiding place she found
    In solitude and loneliness.
    One day she heard a youthful sound.
    His voice her lips, it did caress.
    Then " do not hide " Echo replied.
    This paragon of many charms,
    Bemused he said " please do no hide " 
    When Echo ran towards his arms,
    Narcissus cast her to the ground,
    Extolling death, to her embrace
    As from her lips, his words resound.
    She disappeared without a trace.
    To wander evermore alone.
    Those mountain caves were her domain.
    Soon blessed death, turned bones to stone.
    Her voice was all that did remain.

    8 / 16 / 2025

This Love

The itch to love 
and satiate pride
swallowed too long stifles
breath
without emancipation
A tragic capitulation to self

Pride, perhaps acerbic,
leaves morsels to ruminate
and loves to regurgitate
coy ceramic dalliances
and Venusian masquerades
Masked in smiles
And toxic

This love, 
These loose granite memories
Ductile innocents
And hasty lulls
These shining sunsets 
And supernovas
Must rest.

Dangerous Dalliance

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

Dangerous Dalliance

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

Spent Youth

Muted pylons
with frayed collars
Rusted like Copper
with past Trips to Goa
This and that marvellous memories
on Olympus OM2 SLRS
Mighty escapes
from youthful dalliances
Aged without permission
Now old acorns
educating new students

Keola-Couplet

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Quote by Paul the Apostle

Keola - Couplet

Revenge is not sweet. Getting EVEN with the girl of your dreams
is SO underneath HUSBANDS. Nest egg is not in schemes.

SHOULD he not plan for his future, a lifetime of LOVE and laughter,
and spousal lift where THEIR tenderness leans into the hereafter?

WIVES behave…what? Moreso, don’t be loud mouths or supreme
AS a Nile queen   -   THEIR behavior improper.   Show esteem

for your OWN marriage and BODIES. HE, likewise, should behave,
as one WHO leads and LOVES, a prince of a guy, she longs to save.

HIS dalliances with other women could cost him his WIFE. That life,
now on the wire, with supposed haram LOVES, a tug o'war strife.

In contrast, look at HIMSELF and herself, side by side reflection.
See how they emerge and merge into one beautiful confection.

3/9/2022

Who Knows Love

There are those who think they know
the depth of love.
I fear they have but scratched
its surface
tasted but its scented
temptations
deluded themselves
in its dalliances
for love demands
surrender
in the guise
of victorious
submission.

Love builds a fortress
in a field of daisies
comes to know
each cherished petal
watches as the seasons
work their wiles
sees naught
but the depth of 
beauty's beauty
inhales the distant scent
of love's forever
now.

For love is grit and nerve
and sinew....shared
shaped by the winds
of joy and pain
polished by the satin
sheen of lust
nurtured by the tedium
of time.

There are those who think they know
the depth of love
I bid them..........Bon Voyage.

John G. Lawless
11/28/2020

Docteur Bovary: Blessed Are the Meek

Madame Bovary is the première novel of French writer Gustave Flaubert, published in 1856. It tells the melancholy story of the entitled marriage into a lackluster middle-class lifestyle that ends in tragedy.


Docteur Bovary: Blessed Are The Meek.


Yet was oft-mocked, a humble sort,
Subsist med recruit, 2nd strength,
Officier in Public Health grants.

Weds Dubuc, whom his mother grants,
Meets Emma Rouault whom his sort,
Héloïse dies courts Emma, strength.

A doctor of meager practice strength,
Is compassionate and bored grants, 
Lacking enterprise ought to sort.

Clueless sort, strength was debted
Emma and grants's her owning
dalliances by various men
justified as being fate.


2020 February 10

Disarray

Struck by chaotic lightning, 
fear of unknown fields of turmoil,
feeding my desire to break free from
the confusion I once wore like silk.

Cluttered mind full of intellect, 
dalliances of memories nourishing
all that has been sown in fields of
disarray,
for my lips are muddled, and my touch
entangled in shambles of loss.

Topsy-turvy disruption bleeds through 
the veins I carry like yesterday’s 
incoherent baggage-
and
now I am left forsaken in a state of
visceral confusion.

Lead me not to the staircase I once
climbed when youth was full of poor
grimaces;
allow me to follow the path to a 
threshold that bestows peace of mind,
relieved by all who know me-

but

that is just a dream 
and I am not
as strong as I seem


Date: 11.22.19
Contest Name: Disarray
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter

Infatuation

A furtive glance, a fine romance that strayed,
    In dalliances chains enslaved by lust.
    Deflowered knave in shallow trysts betrayed, 
    A precious love, now crushed bereft of trust.
    
    9 / 15 / 2019.

     Lost Love.  Posted   1 / 19 / 2018.
     Sponsor  John Hamilton.
     Second stanza of a sonnet.

    Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest.
    Sponsor Gregory R Barden.

Every Dalliance

“ 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.

Whimsicality

Bereft..
tingles and sway
deserted
heartstrings bestilled..
I yearn
for the thrill of the dance
and for ravishing trills of arpeggio moments..

widowed..
the capriccio
has died;
lifeless in swoon-less inertia  
I pine
for zealous zephyrs to float my cloudless notes 
and kiss me aquiver -
to shiver my craving broken chords
in the lusty bluster of his imaginative airs
and the lively magic of his lyrical lovemaking

wistful
without whispers 
blue
without wind-songs 

chant-less..
I suffer in silence -
awaiting
my escapade
in the windy caprices 
of his mind-blowing dalliances..

for neither of us can sing without the other.


Susan Ashley
September 14, 2018


~ Third Place ~
Best Free Verse July 1 - October 1, 2018
John Hamilton


*Capriccio: 1. Music; a lively piece composed freely and without adhering to the rules of any specific musical form.  2. A whim; caprice.*

*Caprice:  1. A sudden, unpredictable change, as of one’s mind or the weather.  2. A sudden, unpredictable change in attitude, behavior, etc; whim.  3. Another word for capriccio.*

Lost Love

So nonchalant, beyond dull care life seems.
    Unveiled beneath, a broken heart that bleeds.
    Torn by remorseful reoccurring dreams.
    Of love once pure, besmirched through wanton deeds.

    A furtive glance, a fine romance that strayed,
    In dalliances chains enslaved by lust.
    Deflowered knave in shallow trysts betrayed,
    A precious love, now crushed bereft of trust.

    Exposures shame was losing self-respect.
    A humble life that suffers extreme pain.
    When shadows fall on manners circumspect.
    Suspicions running rife, apprise again.

    Until ascetic doctrines renounce sin,
    Inveigled by temptation deep within.

    1/ 19/ 2018.

All the World's a Stage

All The World's A Stage
You'd better believe it

Each Act encircles
daily excursions circumstantially

transversing through eternity.
Conversations comprise

realms of performances
pestered with dalliances

circumventing stratospheres.
You surmise it's

not a dream,
but utopian reality

as you project your image
into telescopic

Karmic repercussions
drifting through sequential

blockades of hurdles
terminating serenity.

Peacefulness serenades auras
of dancing mistruths

utilized to perfection
under lights.

You take a final bow,
go to sleep.

The Tall Fall

His thoughts
              haunt him of his
      erstwhile dalliances and
     shady acts of propinquity 
in the demesne of  big bucolic house.
For PRESS, sweet smell of petrichor
          in his perfidy and 
           fall from grace of
                  the Big.

                
                   Shrouded
                  ephemeral
             joys serendipitous
        encounter are harbinger of 
   human frailty redolent of treason.
        His High Life of efflorescence
            ever stained by deceit.
                  Epiphany
                  post deed.


	18-Mar-2016	
A Day In A Town - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Using 12 words: 1. Bucolic 2. Dalliance	3. Demesne 4. Efflorescence 5. Ephemeral 6. Epiphany
7. Erstwhile 8.Harbinger9. Petrichor 10.Propinquity 11.Redolent	12. Serendipity

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