I consume the galaxy,
My fingers rooted in the cosmic soil of Saturn's rings.
Smoke enraptures like a comet,
Prancing in the vacuum of my soul.
The moon caresses me with careless whispers as I orbit thoughts I do not dare name.
Quasars pulsating in the rhythm of my heart.
Each beat is consumed by luminous stars.
I surf the cosmos in creation of my own cloud.
Safe at home in the infinite High.
Please mind your language when you speak to me
Don't dare to cross my clear set boundary
This life is hard enough without word wars
So speak with good intent and don't leave scars
I do not have the time for guess work, dear
Make motive clear, your conversation steer
to truthful words, for they are sure to find
a deep connection that our souls will bind
I do not care for feigned affinity,
so mind your language when you speak to me
Covert sarcasm does not have a place
If that's your way, in my life there's no space
Address me in the way I speak to you
No more, no less is what you need to do
I need to see if you are friend or foe
A play on words just makes it hard to know
Don't show me disrespect, or I will leave
Won't wait to see what you have up your sleeve
So speak up clearly, not with dark pretense,
for if you do, you'll get your recompense
Please use your words to heal and not to harm
This type of speech enraptures with its charm
Acknowledge good and cover up the bad
This type of conversation makes one glad.
Moonlight brushes in softer Angelic glows
the face of lovers hidden in the night
where welcoming eyes of warm ardor flows
embracing beneath the moon's tranquil flight
with whispered breath and words Dreams cherish
hushed tones harmonize with each touch caressed
emotions are rendered drawn from a wish
in moonlit shadows when love is confessed
fervent breathlessness will turn enchantment
enraptures the soul while rising to bloom
as an elixir with a perfume scent
to nourish passion our love will consume
grateful for glows in the shadows of night
lovers are bathed in halos of moonlight
To the god of heaven
and the hosts of hell,
I never knew peace
For I am under your spell,
Letting out an eternal yell
Sacrificing the clarity of my throat.
Ancient blood letting upon my flesh.
The darkness enraptures me
Kissing my ghastly eyelids with
A nightmare inducing slumber
Though wide awake
Enduring a multitude of sorrow,
Heavy lies the crown of decay
A premonition on this day,
Set the stars in disarray
Facing death by the month of May.
I pleaded for relief
But knowing God is knowing profound
Madness,
Seeking the devil is seeing widespread
Destruction,
I can no longer function
Intertwined with the sacred and profane,
No longer playing their games,
To be free from both, is my destiny.
Just In Time To See My Many Fairy Friends Flee
I heard the gusto from running river current
Walking the big woods, letting my spirit rejoice
White splashed foam and roaring a massive torrent
Speaking with wood fairies in a mythical voice
That language was like mother's sweet applesauce to me
They talked on golden rays dancing in moonbeams
Fairy-dust ships sailing upon all seven sea
And the mellow echoes found in deep fairy dreams
We spoke of the raging beast that roams after midnight
How it slays all woodland creatures it can capture
Talk about its bloody claws and hideous sight
They asked me why such, we mortals enraptures!
Then I woke, I had slept under an old oak tree.
Just in time to see my many fairy friends flee!
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet, Jan. 21st 1973
edited -DEC 9TH, 1973
my eyes attracts yours
your gaze enraptures mine
magnetism and tune....love !
Purple plumes dangle amid the verdigris
the sweet-scented Wisteria Kapitan
a footbridge of Feng Shui dreams
enraptures my inner child's spirit.
2-21-2023
PREMIER CHOICE no 1190 Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Daily morning ritual rain or sunshine
Eye romance beginning on a bus stop queue
Founding jaunty mawkishness everlasting
Teenager pining
Background music softly enraptures the mood
Candelabra flickers on snowy linen
Sparkling bubblies celebrate our encounter
Eagerness mounting
Flawless cuteness leaning on steaming bathtub
Bashful petals casting their lovely fragrance
Spellbound, swirling in midst of bursting bubbles
Hankering simmers
Blurring horn halts instantly my intense trance
Prospect missed as porcelain beauty vanished
Left with a foretaste of that magic moment
I vow she’ll be mine
11.27.2022
The stars both numb and inspire,
awe either enraptures or terrifies.
The word ‘infinite’ becomes a conjectural sum
to be defined by pundits in bow ties
and star-crazed, white coated messiahs.
Tilt your head back on a cloudless night
feel the cold mathematical anesthesia
of the infinitesimal, not anything fathomable,
not even a reckoning in an unsolvable puzzle;
a nonplus that breeds only more numbers
until like a train calculations runs out of rails
to travel upon.
Each mental abacus
must be pre-set for incomprehension
and that beyond the tyranny of numbers
we can, in the end, count only ourselves in
and that is by no-means certain.
I heard her sing in joy and abandon
In a verdant, vivid vale of Kashmir,
An ode to the dawn’n glory of spring.
The sky, its clouds and color aflame:
The fragrant, resurgence of life anew!
On your wings my hopes and dreams!
I entreat you, please, do bear with me,
Hold me, help me thro’ life, to dance
With real love’n joy and insouciance!
My heart says the one’ll soon arrive.
Call him. I’ve waited years for him
With garlands of roses’n lilies, I wove,
From branches aswing in a graceful waltz
With drops of dew in the morning sun.
Paint these my hands with henna red.
Coiffure my hair with shining stars
For the handsome one. His flute I hear
From miles away. The breeze brings me
His words of love and enraptures me.
My soul longs for him and his love.
Call him, my friends. Call him for me!
Upon the stillness of Big Sur clouds
High atop the silent summits
My solitude lies with sages
In this place of heaven
Endeared
To come to peace
In the ruins of the moon
Laying my body to rest
My eyes have turned to stone
Surrendering to freefall
Where there lies no restraint
Nor command of my being
Searching for the graces of timelessness
The flurry of breeze quavers
To take my soul
Plunging towards
An uncertain destination
My silent voice utters
"I have come to pick the lyrical flower
For my heart has yet to find its home."
In between the nettles and phantom orchid,
The coastal grasses and spineflowers
Sunlit and ethereal in the mist
A single rose of an unknown color
Speaks my name
With insatiable seduction
Capturing my unabated love
It fills my senses and enraptures me
Then slowly...
Ever so slowly, each petal of my
incarnated being
Breaks away from my heart
As the rose aspires
And dies
Left naked adorned with thorns
In the ruins of the moon
It calls my name
In the fragility of dreams
May 18, 2020
In the Fragility of Dreams Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
THE SWEET DARK
SILENCE
ENRAPTURES ME
I SEEK COMFORT
IN THE ESCAPISM
A BLISSFUL JOURNEY
I CREATE A WORLD
FAR BETTER THAN THIS
AS REALITY CRUMBLES
IN MY HANDS
IN THE MIDST
OF THE RUBBLE
I HAVE ONLY MY DREAMS
CLOSER AND CLOSER
I AM DEAD TO THE WORLD.
Oh what misery!
The heart-
an indigent and feral beast
kept in lock down
in an inner cage
for my own good
What treachery dwells
within that creature!
It's wiles,
it's devious nature
eludes my control
and entices me
to act on
base instincts...
that leave me
in want of spirit,
disillusioned...
My awakening to
sensual pleasures
enraptures me...
I am left smitten
and imprisoned
to desire
So now...I ask
who is the slave
and who is the master?
The yearning for
carnality overwhelms...
my conscience is
frozen solid...
immobile
with nothing to mediate
debauched desires
I spin into
delirium...
wholly lost in
the unholy
oblivion of reality
I consecrate
my mind,
and I submit
to His will...
however,
I tread on
the edge
of a delicate
imbalance-
Obtuse
to the destruction
that
pummels my will
and dedication
me,
now a willing
participant of
egregious sin
I wallow
in self-pity
Oh, what misery!
Sample for my 8 word challenge contest
John Derek Hamilton
August 14,2019
Saved me with your love
When this crazy world, just don't make sense,
And the daggers wound without pretense,
You came running in my defense,
and saved me with your love
As the cool breeze rushes through the trees,
and whispers rustle through the leaves,
Your hushed serenity enraptures me,
and I can't get enough
It's been so long since you have felt the touch,
of an empathetic helping hand
Your raging misery, has cost too much, but
unitedly we'll make our stand
The weeping willow sheds a tear for you,
and green grass glistens with the morning dew
These precious moments are too far and few,
let's savor everyone!
Together sheltered here in love's cocoon,
we will find our treasured peace
Dropping our anchors in new love's lagoon,
that's when our cares will be released
Happiness is found when we pay the price,
and we're both willing to sacrifice,
We will spend our lives in paradise,
sharing...our precious love.
John Derek Hamilton
July 22,2019
The Distant Flame
A paramount flame enraptures to rule,
unearthing the spicy array of my senses,
the reverie of spring, cautiously subdued,
the syncopated beat, three steps beyond pretentious.
Longing for that vision seen only in glimpses,
beyond the tide of what is still becoming real,
as passion burns its slow decay upon my defenses,
Baby, you make me feel.
I close my eyes to a thousand stars,
on a velvet curtain of the night,
and the braille pathways of my heart
submerge discretely into your river of light.
I become caught and raptured in utter delight,
throwing open the soul of all that is real,
while your image dominates my inner sight,
Baby, you make me feel.
Blowing holes through the roof of the night,
touching your lips, meeting your gaze,
stormy passions toss apprehension aside,
restless abandon ventures beyond the haze.
Violet in subjection to your silky ways,
smokey, the thoughts that make time stand still,
wistful and fervent this fire flames,
Baby, you make me feel.
As distant, sultry fires tax us,
two single spokes on an ever spinning wheel,
the Earth resumes spinning on its axis,
but Baby, you make me feel.
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