sponsor : Constance La France
29.9.25
Placed : 3rd Standard Contest
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“Love is the Supreme Artist Unseen” Poet
with a silent kiss does sperm enter egg
butterfly fondle pollen in morning dew
starling swallow caterpillar askew
with silent kiss does sunbeam caress window sill
spoon dips shallot soup with gentle will
waves ripple shelly shoreline in thrill ~
with a silent kiss does newborn lick nipple
cloud embraces cloud, fluff huffed ripple
bud petal unfurls to air in dare
wrinkled stranded beggar’s knobby hand
smooch offered seeded loaf, prime brand
hands warm curl steering wheel, feel genteel
anchor lands on jewelled ocean floor
with silent kiss does sewing needle pierce
linen white, knife smear butter delight
dolphin fin rouse whale tail, ship returns lipping
the silent kiss but Love in polar need
destined to meet in embosom’s clasp
receiver with giver unmasked grasp
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In silhouette of fervor hovering
That meanders vivid upon the night
The hum of music from so long ago
Romances the air... a twirl, a lyric
While tunes of mist stir of rhapsody
Along the harbor to fling and gently play,
A rhythm of craving beats, as lips intone
love's silent quiver, still as secret whisper;
From this earnest heart deepened by time
When dulcet songs of wind now fondle
Breaths' charmed trails gushing on- and on--
And words become an impassioned call
Deepening my hymnal interludes;
As our mellow kiss jangles like chime of bells
Slithering like a windblown mantra
....Luring my beloved at sea to come home.
once vague metaphor
now pin pricks with emoji,
with door left ajar~
a notice slips in unnamed,
with ash on breath, match unlit.
fangs lurk in the mouth,
breath pockets the broken glass,
turns mist into sky~
a small rope sways between cliffs,
moored by threads too thin to see.
shadow in step's wake,
plank between the thing and hurt,
it strums without strings~
lips fondle a vague shape
till its fate becomes the wind.
The curved fondle of an embrace
within the moistened kindle
of an evening's oiled lamp...
the splendor of your lubricious mouth
gathering all that's aflame and gentle
and I will find the slippery blue of eyes
dressed in your lavish kiss---
never knowing this potion of alchemy:
Dare I blink bewitched by
a caress of such pleasure
drip by drip , my being drawn
to relish that glide
of a nape pulsing through starlit glow
waxed by sweet grease of our shadows--
that nothing else will fulfill me
-but your ardor under all dew.
Come, loved one... stay sunlit grand
Let birdsongs from those lips croon to me,
Of radiant morns holding your blooms
And leaves aglow winging carefree ,
These lustrous scenes...gifts of revelry.
Lady, Lay...endow air with languid tunes
These hands brimming with flowers
While charmed presence speak of magic ...
Your enchantment flaming my hours
Till cloudscape fondle us with late showers.
All through seasons, dance me tenderly
Dare not vanish, trail off, or depart;
These springtime dreams are nestled
All through weaves of my mesmerized heart,
Awaiting your bridal nod ...from the start.
Then when life's greyish clouds billow
Tousling remnants of our younger days--
Will you caress and shake off my tears ?
I'll race us into old twilight's grace
If only to meet our lasting embrace.
Written: May 25, 2025, for Contest: Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "There is a place where voices sing your beauty, A place where every breath carves your image in my soul. Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws" By Rumi
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Night's silky scarf adorns a lunar necklace sign,
Wanting her a ruby silk veil in a tuxedo design?
Translucent limbs disseminate flowers sublime.
I fondle her soft skin at the golden hour's time.
Swept by every idle breeze, as if there to soar,
Borrowing an unending sigh of time, dark core.
A revered but wild kiss, a glazed ember sways,
We will unite and break, dulcet love, swift ways.
Slightly higher down the breathless, winding path
Continue to inhale despite the windy day's wrath.
An aromatic ambrosia moistens deep, secret caves,
As I unzip my soul and bones below dark waves.
To quietly remember her fading, love-struck gaze,
Pouring dew on a beguiling night's enchanted maze.
I've come to amuse you
to make sure you're not blue
to attempt to make you smile
for even just a litttle while
I don't mind acting the clown
if I can wipe away your frown
your tears I cannot tolerate
I understand why you're irate
I'll sing you serenades
I'll even play your dumb charades
I'll bring out my guitar
praise you like the star you are
I'll shower you with flowers
and fondle you for hours
never will I miss a cue
to guard you and protect you
AP: 3rd place 2025
sunset sails on palettes of tangerine
I close my eyes to fondle this spectacle
in few nicks of brushstrokes; its glory done
my tears stumble , free falling...
asking for whys of its hues vanishing
Love is a passionate portrait painted with the heart
Burnished brush strokes are a cherished work of art
when friendship blossoms as buds bloom into flowers
and romance reigns with caresses in garden bowers
Splashes of seafoam and evergreen flecks her eyes
Cerulean for the sea near the shore where she lies
Tint of Tuscan gold in the sand, reflected by the sun
and pastel pink on the lovely lips of my beloved one
Crimson on canvas, ruby red once she's been kissed
It's my intimate impression of her in a tender tryst
With carefully blended oils, her portrait takes shape
as I capture the delicate tresses curling on her nape
My deep desire tempts and teases my male senses
Against loving her, I will build no bulwark of defenses
My fingers long to fondle her cheek when she smiles
This beauty is not a woman who uses feminine wiles
I've adorned the canvas with her image as best I can
Flawed to a fault by my hand. I am an imperfect man
In this painted creation I hope I've been able to portray
the beauty and grace of her that words cannot convey
I spring alone with forgotten memories and shattered letters, I waltz through every landscape, I leap unendingly, sprinkling imprints of my fondness as rippled dunes and filtered secrets. I am passion and chaos, beauty and power, I jog in hair ice and frost flowers, stroking my lover jealous. I pour out shields of ideas and inspirations, gently on your soul when I fondle through her arms. And when we clash, I become a dust devil, I swirl like Turnado in heights splashing debris into your eyes leading to tumultuous storms.
To know the edge of beauty
Fondle a rose petal
Softly
Close your eyes
Feel the sun’s warmth
Radiating
From within.
To know the song
Of nature
Stand
Alone
Amid its beauty
Hold
Without catching
The wind.
To know the depth
Of the pond
Open your eyes
To its shimmering
Silk surface.
To know the essence
Of the forest
Exhale
And know
Your place within it
Inhale
And know its place
Within you
11:30
Dark circles
Creepy eyes
Heavy breath
Weeping sigh
"Won't you miss me when I'm gone",
She cried.
He fondle her while he choked up
His misty - eyed;
Unaware that she'll be gone,
Suddenly his concious got him,
Realised that she'll leave soon
For her Paradise.
He fondle her,
She coughed harder amid
Her breath was heavier than her eyes
It was late night , hospital
'She' under his arms
"Smile when I'm gone.."
She said.,
"I'll have two place where I feel safe,
Up there,and right in your arms :)
I'll be watching after you,
I'll keep you safe ,just be jolly"
"I don't know how to .."
He sobbed.,
"I'll give you mine,as a gift,
Do wear it"
She smile, gazing at him:)
He smile back.
Upon the rising trail of moonlight
I seek the port in you—
a crook of ivory skin, an elbow
to moor my soul inside
Just as that once lonely moon
upon a field of black
does kiss and fondle gently
the flowing ebon tide
To the breezes
moving so wiggly
and fondle your cheeks
I kiss them in broad daylight
To the moon
shinning so faintly
and mirroring your pretty face
I retained her under my eyelids
To the morining mist
smiling in the valleys
and rejuvenating your eyes
I hug her so gently
To the rains
descending so calmly
and soaking your thin frame
I dance and sing in it
To the sun
that promises a day
and making you sultry and sweaty
I burn in it
To the rose
red with throned whip
and on your lip that flip
I crush it and rub on my chest
Written: May 21, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1219 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Did you seek the all so cool
Did you see the mortal fool
Waited for eternity at the bus stop of life
Old man of destiny, dust became your wife
Watch the woman on the train go by
See the decision in her eyes, she sighs
Running away for the final time
But only as far as destiny’s line
See the tramp as he stumbles down
To the depths of dirt that lays around
Watch his eyes as he hears the sound
You can’t go lower than destiny’s ground
Call the girl who loves so well
Fondle her breasts, the erogenous smell
She will do things you never can tell
But when the woman finds out
Then destiny's hell.
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