Upon a downy pillow top
I slowly close my weary eyes.
A lovely aura enters in
and whispers gentle lullabies.
Inspired romance invading sleep;
my spirit leaves it’s dream behind
and journeys through emotion's realm;
a lovers' pact to be defined.
Enclosed inside seduction's room,
exquisite candles light the night.
A golden bed awaits our heat;
entrancing music leads our flight.
Her velvet kisses spark a fire,
augmented far beyond restraint.
Our hands caress, a touch that's missed;
it sates our thirst like fine champagne.
Desires are painted, thrills are etched;
exposure rules this teasing game.
As streams of pleasure warmly flow,
we're lost in rapture's bluest flame.
Composure flees as lust explodes
and ecstasy's attainment is planned.
We've set our minds to break the mold;
dramatic thrusts have sole command.
Propelling deeper midst the dark,
constrictions grip with longing force,
releasing waters from the dam,
completing satisfaction's course.
With admiration in excess,
this partnership becomes benign
and adoration takes the stage,
our knitted essence deemed divine.
Bella's entrancing green eyes
stare wistfully into my own.
She's a windowsill jumper, bounding with grace
whose taken over my apartment as if it's her place.
She's such a pretty little kitty, a catnip dancer
who seems to see herself as a feline, divine.
She charmed me on the day I found her
but as a rescue, she needed time to come to me.
I know this is where she was meant to be.
Sweet girl with a history that remains a mystery
She never meows with sass when corrected,
and her purrs are soothing whispers in the night.
Bella brings me hours of great joy
so, I reward her loyalty with a toy or two.
Wearing a long-haired burnt umber coat,
she sidles up to me, anticipating a petting.
Bella bestows love that I'll not be forgetting
A lap-curler when she chooses to be social
but aloof which proves the theory to me...
'Sometimes cats just like being left alone.'
“When the torrents of longing of two hearts mingle
the lovers swim in the entrancing stream” – By Poet
The cadence of craving soars on the wings of dream,
behind the closed eyes, the lilt of longing hovers
in the sapphire sky suffused with radiance of reverie
of the dormant love I nurture deep in my heart.
When sleep holds the entranced vision in a spell
my dreams fuse with the facsimile of your charisma.
Lost in the depth of blind love, they can’t discern
when the two yearning hearts merge into one.
As your radiant cherubic charm flashes within me
I feel the rhythm of your love mingle with mine,
cascading as the enticing torrent of togetherness
in the vivacious valley on the placid plateau of love.
ROCK
Uncut, Unclear,
Hiding, Waiting, Freezing,
Ninety Millennia, Sixty Years,
Uplifting, Sparkling, Entrancing,
Alive, Afire,
DIAMOND
Celebrating the evolution over time for a 60th Birthday or Anniversary
Sunlight reaves through the cerulean sky
and drifting clouds; over mountains, it lies
through the forest's heartbeat, trembling leaves,
upon dappled nature's breast weave.
The placid echo sounds of the fast,
entrancing waterfall cascading vast
downward into a plunge pool across
cool rocks and soft, wet green moss.
We walked to the ridge of the hill.
A sinking feeling of sadness reeled.
The wooden bridge was down;
a lot of the wooden planks drowned.
Absolutely nothing we could do,
except find another way through,
under the shade of branches that weep.
Rest, for the climb was rather steep.
The world burns,
The hungry yearns,
For a morsel of change,
In this new land strange.
Where the sky bleeds red,
And life lies solemnly in death's bed.
Where men watch but do not see,
And freedom is scarce while agony free.
Kids do not play hide and seek,
Racing for numbers to reach the peak.
This land works in mysterious ways,
The dead is immortal while the living strays.
Color has been stripped off almost entirely,
Save for a lone weed from an era lived priorly.
Against all odds it emerges from the earth,
Reaching towards the sky amongst the dearth.
It dances to the winds unaware,
Luring in an entrancing snare.
"Who are you?", someone wails,
"Hope!", it echoes through the vales.
Dry earth, a parched and weary soul
takes blessing from the rain and seeks to drink its fill,
to wash its dusty face among the leaves where parrots call,
startled by the fall, they scream in harsh defiance of a laden sky
and fly to shelter fluffed and wet in outrage at the dripping trees,
which bend and tease and wave their hands in damp delight
shivering and dancing at the power of the passing shower
a green and most entrancing sight
Look at everybody dancing
While nervous eyes are glancing
Look at the clock it's almost midnight
And building in the walls is fright
But like clockwork we can't stop moving
And as we're all here grooving
We can't see the sun set a final time
With no symmetry or reason to rhyme
Masks off- demons dance among us
But we're so drugged why even fuss
Pass another round, pass another pill
We're all fools here to get our fill
Midnight strikes and few are still hopping
While the world goes black the bombs are dropping
When life is hard and death is alluring we didn't stop dancing
The reality is the end of it all was so very entrancing
I memorized your metaphors
As you laid me down
And beheld my beauty,
Studying every contour of my leaf.
With gentle urgent hands
you pruned
the cherry-colors of my bounty.
You pressed your face against my petals
Aromatic and entrancing,
I shivered when the warm air
Escaped your lips,
Delighted to taste my nectar
And the dew upon my trembling petals
Showed the efficacy of your masculine touch.
That visit to my garden where you
Plucked me,
From the land of exotic floral,
Like the scent of a fragrant flower
It remains celestial.
The other day as I watched the trees swaying in the wind…
I was at first excited…then for a moment…a bit chagrinned.
The harder the wind blew…the more the trees swayed
and what I found entrancing….
was there seemed a method to their movement
as if the trees were dancing.
Immediately I started thinking how this doesn’t seem quite fair…
why was I hearing wind…while the trees heard music in the air.
I know there are sounds across the audio spectrum…
which, will reach our ears…
but come in frequencies far above the sounds that we can hear.
And so I wondered:
Whether carried in loud upon the wind…or softly on a breeze…
could it be there are sounds in nature designed only for the trees?
Music that is not created or meant for human ears…
Music that is destined for only trees to hear.
With that in mind…every time I hear the wind…
at the trees I’ll quickly glance….
though I may not hear their music
I still love to watch them dance.
Howling at full moons
behind empty branches
in full view of empty tombs
of ancestors in full bloom
Slide your elflocks to the side
while I feed eldritch butterflies
the honey wine that made man divine,
lei guardato il gattopardo’s disguise
*
Rapt cranberry wrapping callipygian peaches,
entrancing crenellations, pergola features
I couldn’t leave you, my favorite weakness
When magenta sunsets broke
across your cello silhouette,
you signed your life to me
"The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event where you
go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different,
and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?"
J. B. Priestley
I raise wistful eyes aloft to mountain tops,
wearing knitted snowy white shawls.
As I pretend fresh snow silently drops,
I am a princess, behind stone castle walls.
Crystalline flakes kiss limbs of pine trees.
In starlight's glow, eloquence is serene
From turret window, I feel a frigid breeze
in this hushed winter world, pristine.
Silvered moonlight glows across each hill.
From canopied forest a proud prince emerges.
From the sky, sparkling snowflakes spill
and my heart beats with romantic urges.
Near enough to behold his handsome face,
the creaking drawbridge pleases my ears.
Tonight, snowy mountain will be a happy place
for I'll taste his lips mingled with tears.
In entrancing snow globe realms, I dwell,
my fertile imagination is divine.
As a princess, I can cast a spell
over reveries I call... 'forever mine.'
All night, darling we were dancing,
you whispered ... I was entrancing.
We twirled beneath the bright stars,
and up heavens vast staircase;
kissing at the golden gate,
till sweet daybreak called !
A new light has befallen me
And eclipsed a part of my past
My fears were quelled so quietly
By heavenly eyes she cast
Her gaze was so entrancing
Her smile so warm and bright
She sent my senses dancing
Like a flame of candlelight
Am I a fool to love a star
That distracts me from my ways
Or just afraid of an ugly scar
Left painful in younger days
For once I shall not shade this light
Nor will I hear the thunder
Of distant storms that sometimes might
Return to make me wonder
No, I shall open up my heart
Like a flower she has nurtured
To refrain from playing a silly part
That always leaves me tortured
And when this light is gone elsewhere
It will not leave a scar
For new light is always there
Just look for another star
My Dream Within A Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
9/16/2025
Edgar Allan Poe: "All that we see or seem / Is but a dream within a dream."
My Dream Within A Dream
Somnambulant dreamer,
Dancing in time to silent music,
Pirouetting arabesques,
And grand jetés performed as on stage.
While all around her people stared,
Astonished by what this darling dared.
Leaping, spinning, and body rolls,
She danced through her dream out of control.
Tumbles and twirls, tempo frenzied,
Her youth and beauty were so envied.
Lithesome grace utterly entrancing,
This young beauty caught dream dancing.
So lost in the dream, her steps faltered,
Lovely dancer, soon to be martyred.
Upon the pyre of lust and greed,
Selfish desires of the watchers' need,
Pulled against the dancer's grace,
And brought a tear to the lovely face.
The crowd's screams broke the count,
Her mistakes began to mount,
Until what once was sweet and pure,
Became something so unsure.
The dream, a nightmare instead,
The dance, a thing of terrible dread,
Our lovely dancer dreams no more.
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