Listen
to the wind chimes
playing a melody
As the wind goes whispering by
Songbirds, not to be outdone, join in
Their dulcet songs lilt on the breeze
Leaves rustle in accord
The band plays on
Listen
True!—you would deem me mad, and so may be;
My ailment sharpened all, and made them keen.
Above the world, I heard a harmony
No mortal ear has heard, or ever seen.
This sound was not of pulse, or drum, or clock,
But of a heart so pure, it sang with grace;
It was a song of love, a holy lock
Upon a soul that found its rightful place.
And so I craved to tear the sound away,
To silence notes that shamed my hollow core.
I smiled, and slew him at the break of day,
And hid the song beneath my chamber floor;
But now I hear it, singing through the wood,
That dulcet-heart, forever understood.
The blackboard waited stark and bare
As yet, there was no teacher there
A striding vision, took the chalk
You know… I recognised that walk
Miss Malone’s Dulcet tones
Sent a shudder through my bones
Her flowing hair with blonde highlights
Her mini skirt and fishnet tights
The way she stood with feet spread wide
And the purpose in her stride
I gave my mate a little nudge
His loving gaze just wouldn’t budge
I said, “Forget your lurid thoughts,
We’re barely out of schoolboy shorts.”
He nodded at her crimson lips
The wiggle in her swaying hips
I said, “You’re fourteen, feeling flirty,
That there teacher’s nigh on thirty!”
He said, “I’ve heard her name is Maisie,
She makes me feel all oops-a-daisy”
I said, “She’s glam, that much is true,
But truly, she ain’t right for you.”
It seemed he thought me quite remiss
And so I had to tell him this,
“She seems quite able in her job
But last week, Miss Malone… was Bob!”
The aromatic air ripples with the rhythm of rapture,
the harmonic whisper of the wafting southern wind
serenades in sync with the symphony of rhapsody,
when dawn drifts into enchanted meadows.
Rising sun’s flare sets ablaze within pictorial inferno
the sedate skyline on lawn with the cold fire of color.
Pearls of topaz dew bejewel the chartreuse pasture,
wearing the dazzling diadem of gleaming grandeur.
The bent blades of olivine grass shimmer beguiled
in crimson splay of strawberry sun of the new day.
The buds blush in colors of sky in mesmeric meadow,
where the fluorescent butterflies flitter engrossed.
In the amorous aura of the nascent sunshine shower,
my window frames fascinated nature’s pristine panorama.
The sky composes chromatic collage with sunshine sequins,
the cadence of dulcet coral dawn pulsates in my heart.
#5
dulcet
the melody
your song keeps lingering
in my every thought and dream
lyrics
May 18, 2023
Song of my heart contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul
As the spring zephyr ripples through my lawn,
I descry the dulcet floral lilac spectrum dance
on petals of lily unfurling with the touch of dawn,
like the enticing hazel eyes out of dreamy trance.
With the patina of blue silence the flowers bloom,
look up to the sky with sunburst pallet on display,
suffuse its radiance in the splendor of floral costume,
making surreal fresco, amethyst beauty they portray.
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August 27, 2022
Rhyme checked with RhymeZone.com
Contest : Eight Lines Of Rhyme-Your Favorite Flower
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
When your look is dulcet word
That is the time i love you best
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a wilderness ,
didn't felt as artful as you
You're intimacy of long view ;
In afternoon of soft Whispers.
In calm pauses
Beneath trees , I want to kiss you ,
as sunlight softly flowing through ;
the softest part of golden leaves.
in this endless,
sensual ,dreamy, soothing high
I want enough repose to cry,
for keeping your dulcet softness.
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Oh angels draped in topaz dress,
let me float in tranquil blue seas
my curly tresses dance in breeze.
Hypnotic powers you possess,
you calm my raging hurricanes
silver keys unlocking old chains.
Shooting stars in aurora bless,
crimson pearls adorning sand dune
bathed in aroma of mauve tune.
I've been enchanted I confess,
my naive desires take a leap
fusing lavender hopes to reap.
My visions you gently caress,
frozen whispers dancing in beams
bloom my drizzles in dulcet dreams.
Oh angels draped in topaz dress,
hypnotic powers you possess,
shooting stars in aurora bless,
I've been enchanted I confess,
my visions you gently caress.
July 22, 2020
Constanza Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Rhymes checked with rhymezone.com
8 syllables per line checked with howmanysyllables.com
Delicious kisses in the drizzle as I stand
Under an umbrella with my dear. Oh, to devour
Luscious honeyed lips on this misty twilight eve!
Chocolate eyes gaze into mine. His scent, for me, is ambrosia.
Ecstasy envelops me. I melt like ice cream.
To our house we hasten for our thrilling final nibbles.
May 31, 2020
for Joseph May's Double Double Words To Bubble Poetry Contest
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Dulcet blue sky on your smiling face
Knitting pink and yellow pleasure
A feel good beyond measure
September happiness
Swings for his and her
With Robert Frost
Blue silence
Of dream
Come
Let's
Enjoy
Shades of peace
In painting brush
Of cool sunshine on
Green grass and lush berry
Apples and winter cherry
Sheen of youth in swelling pumpkin
Listen to the sounds of falling leaves
August 25, 2019
Autumn or September or October Nonet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
The happy lark sings dulcet Resurrection!
His silver strands, like notes, weave pearly cloth,
Abide no warring, strife or misdirection;
The Little Folk come softly to the wroth,
And make them glad and wakeful in new Sun.
Elves almost show themselves, then whirl away!
They cannot stop their mischief, for the fun,
They do not flee from shadows, for ‘tis day.
O! Silver cloth, white song bright, interwoven,
Clothe now each weary soul in Glory, pray!
O! Fiery tongues, anointing us with cloven
White flames, teach us prophetic words to say…
Here, breath of babies, sprung from Springtime’s grace
Surrounds roses, in clouds… chiffon and lace…
3/19/2019
Those sweet DULCET sounds of newly born leaves
Fluttering off branches of old oak trees
Nests made from fabric of LACE and CHIFFON
First flights from chicks as they try to hold on
Butterflies of color fly through the air
Old people rocking outside in their chair
RESURRECTION of springtime, life...newborns
New trees with flowers, from tiny acorns
Wild rivers rage high from cold melted snow
Fish jumping out where the water is low
Boys with their nets on the banks where they fished
Girls look at stars, at the ones...when they wished
A last cold chill, Old Man Winter's...good-bye
Then spring shows her face...as the sun sits high
Spring Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
3-8-2019
They all say this and that
From all good to bad
It's upto you to not to choose any crap
Bc it all depends on what you grab
What do I do with a sexy ass
When everything's gonna turn into ash
What do I do with a pretty face
When this beauty will fade after an age
What do I do with a dulcet voice
When before speaking wrong I don't think twice
What do I do with all the fancy stuff
When I couldn't help people when the time is rough
What do I do with strong physique
When I couldn't protect the weak
What do I do with a healthy brain
When I use it only to make people feign
With all these conceptions
I started to move
But all these illusions
Made me feel more confused
I chained all of these faults
And pushed them away
I swerved to the way of thinking high
Without thinking about the difference of you and I!!!
I open my book of memories
As I travel back in time
I see us embracing 'neath palm trees
Our hearts as one do chime
Dulcet refrains of the violin
The fragrant scent of the rose
Notes from the piano now join in
a melody only our hearts know
We stroll the beach 'neath starlit skies
and kiss in the glow of the moon
Our hearts aflutter like butterflies
Will dance to love's blissful tune
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1/22/17
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