In the realm of the heart which served as our guide
For vanities sake we cheated and lied
And all of the signs that lighted our way
Now darkened and silent had lead us astray
In our haste to proclaim that all must belong
We abandoned our will to see right from wrong
So we searched to the west, we searched to the east
Yet ever within did we search there the least
Now between every beat in a darkening hush
Each step of retreat in a frightening rush
And doubts every treason reflected in tears
Did overlay reason with maddening fear
Here Death came a stalking, unheeded, unsought
And sold us the wares we had already bought
So we pelted headlong into welcoming arms
Whose offered embrace was enticingly warm
We took all the things Death offered in spades
And with them adorned our newly dug graves
Of the angels that scry and mark every sin
No stroke may belie nor ever forfend
The promise averred yet never attained
In souls so conferred with indelible stain
The lyrical quartet hearts of Liverpool pulsated,
turning the mundane drab shades into tuneful light
with the mesmeric melodies that enticingly resonated
with iconic songs “Love me do”, “Let it be” of delight,
that became a legacy of the musical golden age,
suffused many souls with synchronized joy and sorrow,
as The Beatles rocked and rolled on the world stage
with wonderful attraction of magnetic musical show,
where guitar strings echoed within the songs soaring free
on the rhapsodic wings of peace, hope and love galore,
beyond their time into the domain of sonic eternity,
where their fabled music lives adored forevermore.
Giving up on Love
In the depths of love's betrayal, I found myself adrift upon a sea of tears. Each wave brought me closer to my knees and surrendering, as if fate itself conspiring against me." Yet even as the tempest raged, I clung desperately to hope. But when faith turned to dust, and trust become a distant memory, I knew that love had left my soul possibly forever. Thus, with a heavy heart, I cast aside my dreams of everlasting love. For what is affection but a fleeting mirage, shimmering enticingly on the horizon, only to fade away with the setting sun? I stand here at the precipice of love's end. The echoes of laughter and joy still resonate within our memories, yet the silence of solitude whispers gently in the wind. What is love but a flickering flame that dances wildly in the darkness, cosuming everything in its path before vanishing into the ether? Love betrays all when giving into the blindness of hope..!
Red roses divine
Offered with delight
Some often pink or
Enticingly white, a
Satisfying sight.
“F”, we’ll call him Felipe
Felipe found a doorway
he didn’t mean to
he wasn’t looking for it
and at first he wasn’t aware
he’d gone through it
but something was off
shades of familiarity
were centred off-centre
ripples among ripples
enticingly chiselled
casting a darkness
slyly across shadows
against a background veil
but where Felipe was now
an intrigue kept him, lured
for now one of the numbers
he had found a world
in a world that found him
“F”, we’ve called him Felipe
is still watching you
but from nearer, afar
“I hold a delightful being and an undesirable being inside of me.
It’s up to you which one you meet”
~~The Poet~~
dismally destructive
yet charmingly creative
unabatedly chaotic
obligatorily perfection
unsophisticatedly naïve
graciously worldly wise
uncouth and ill-mannered
poised etiquette
audaciously rude
enticingly eloquent
unsuitably slovenly
exactingly efficient
decked in Shabby attire
styled with cultured couture
disheveled, dingy
polished, well-groomed
in company of many in ill-repute
thoroughbred acquaintances
robotically draconian
artistically graceful
Dainty drizzle from the melted cloud alights slow,
descends as rippling rhapsody of shining shower
in the rapture archway of the memory rainbow.
The squally sky’s gloom the surging winds devour,
turns into rhythmic sprinkle of delight not in vain,
descends as rippling rhapsody of shining shower.
The flash of youth shines smile on the face in rain,
cascades charisma as an ebullient stream,
turns into rhythmic sprinkle of delight not in vain.
The moist face radiant with the mesmeric gleam,
floats enticingly, the flowing time carries along,
cascades charisma as an ebullient stream.
Heart pulsates with the melody of the rain song,
captivating the essence of fleeting youth awhile,
floats enticingly, the flowing time carries along.
On the morose face of the dissolved smile,
dainty drizzle from the melted cloud alights slow,
captivating the essence of fleeting youth awhile
in the rapture archway of the memory rainbow.
_______________
April 14, 2023
Contest : Inklings
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
.
(the overhead railway in Berlin with a stop either side the Wall, one in the East, one the West, to be ridden with caution.)
I never took the S Bahn
you could end up on the other side
if you missed your stop and
unintentionally extended your ride.
There were so many stories
about the treatment you could get
when the train was searched
and you and the comrades met.
Every coach was checked
as they did their security round
with very little chance to sit quietly
and hope you wouldn’t be found.
The Stasi were the bogey men
the true inspirers of fear
always aware of the lure
of the west so enticingly near.
Escapees tried so many ways
lured by the call of democracy
ready to risk everything
for the chance of living free.
They said the beatings were severe
with not least the threatened hell
of unlimited hours confinement
in a dank and cheerless Stasi cell
and then the double jeopardy of
posted absent without leave
with the additions punishments
erring squaddies could receive.
No I never rode the S Bahn
that potential magnet to all
to try and sneak on board and
get to the Western side of the wall.
l saw a note in the wind
caught up in the fencing
could it possibly be...?
was it what I was sensing?
determined to have it
I gazed up admiringly
it was out of my reach
fluttering enticingly
I spied a big number too!
I was feeling quite heady
my mind was in overdrive
I had spent it already
so it pains me to say
I was terribly mistaken
instead of cash I retrieved
a parking citation
Splitting wide open
the rough rocky ledge in my garden,
at the edge of the broken slope
a sapling grows unsighted,
soaking the new-found sunshine.
A lone bud blooms unnoticed
with the color of spring
within my agape heart,
the void is filled with the patina
of the unfurling petals of love.
You waft past me
on the wings of zooming zephyr,
a sensuous storm of emotion
blows enticingly through me,
saturating my emptiness with fervor.
I hold the ruffled petals
close to my heart, open to yearning,
lest they fly away discarded
from the withered flower,
getting lost in the abyss of obscurity.
________________
June 11, 2022
Title chosen : Split Wide Open
Contest : This Or That, Vol. 12
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
What I’d like to give you,
is an ounce of my perfume,
as you saunter away through the haze
of my fragrance wrapping you in fervent film.
What would then remain with me though,
is the sea of innate redolence replenished
by the flavored rains of fervor,
poured by the aromatic sky of my yearning.
I’d follow your footprints unfaded,
to the edge of my loneliness dwindling,
find you enticingly transformed, waiting for me
to let me hold your hand once again.
Through the mist of my scent we’d walk
back in time, and I’d bring you home.
________________
September 29, 2021
Contest : Bring Me Home
Sponsor : Mystic Rose Rose
The sweet full moon you shine in my night sky,
I soar on wings of cloud, try to reach you
through star dust flashing with your sapphire hue.
Feathers of my desire get winds to fly
toward your halo enticingly high,
in your sparkle my yearning gleams anew.
You make within me a turquoise pathway,
drifting across my dark sky you depart.
The fabric of firmament falls apart,
with the debris surge the clouds of dismay,
desert storm blows sands of longing away
from the collapsed dunes of my broken heart.
Melting clouds fill my oasis with tears,
reflecting the lost moon I’ve searched for years.
March 15, 2021
Syllable count : 10 per line checked on howmanysyllables.com
Rhyme checked on RhymeZone.com
Contest : HexSonnetta
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
Grieving Hearts, Death And Legends”
Lying unconscious, Lifeless and Breathless;
Still kept on a life support, Helplessly.
With Pain and Agony from an End,
And Fund raising on the other end.
My conscience doesn't Portray a life support;
Mayhaps, Fund Support sounds Enticingly painful.
All Hell break lose on the Grieve and Trauma of Man;
When they make decisions, so decisive and Egoistic.
So, I'd rather live on the edge of Tardiness;
And lay quietly to die in Peace,
Than trust a Human made from Man.
Man created with Hate, Destructive thoughts, Agony;
With a little spice of Self-centeredness and Greed.
Created in their finest Selfish and decisive art;
An art willed to Us from the Enticement of an Apple bite.
I wish I had lived in the time of Hercules,
Son of Zeus and the Mortal Arcmene;
Slayer of the Nine Headed Nemean Lion;
Capturer of the Golden Hind of Artemis;
And die an Immortal, Remembered in History,
Than cradle in my steel made, high heeled Bedding.
Up before dawn
On this sixth July morn
My eyes are still firmly closed
I make my way sleepily
To my west facing balcony
Adorned in warm fleecy robe
Gently rubbing the sleep
From my half open eyes
Looking forward to
my morning surprise
Lighting up the sky
She is glistening so brightly
Her celestial beam illuminates
enticingly it's drawing me
along her silvery highway
My soul may walk it one day
Jupiter is gleaming
In the sky to her right
For this celestial pair
Make such a fabulous sight
I’m in love as I swoon
At Jupiter and the Moon
Witnessing their cosmic delight
But tonight very soon
Another treat awaits me
at three fifty four precisely
Arriving west south westerly
silently gliding through the sky
just two fifty miles from you and I
To my delight on this magical night
the International Space Station I will espy
Waving with glee
my soul does a dance
and I wonder perchance
as I gaze from my balcony
are astronauts waving back at me…
Written 6th July 2020
euphoric after my cosmic adventure...
Contest STRAND completely new (6)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Snake oily palms
got a-plenty
under the table plans
Synthetic sly reptilian smile
bewitching many
Picking pockets with a hidden hand
Real filthy lucre fingernails
have the zircon gluttonous glow
that enticingly Endora sells
Dirty laundered money
boa clutches
that unclean epidermal soul
Those cobra soundbytes ain’t adder funny,
them sticky finger touches
love taking venom spit control
Dealing so anaconda treacherous
from the bottom of the deck
Pale poker face don’t wink reveal the poison ivy tell
Diamondback enamel scales
cover thorny digits —
Five fingers of sleight close the eclipse-colored veil
Oz-vader gator vice grip
unevenly tilt the bottom line balance
Stolen zeroes get a counterfeit eulogy farewell
Sympathetic shakes of hollow sincerity
accompany the revenue loss burial
Tainted double-cross lots of empty purse plots
Fervent loan believers only learn
when they forfeiture fit get iron glove squeezed
By the mint hidden hand inurned
Phantom phalanges scratch pilfering churn ...
fungi finger worms make the dirty green soil toxic turn
Emitting a dollar scent viper vapor burned
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