Calling card, heart shaped, scented with strawberry
Dot point offers plant remote scenario seeds
Swirled responses confuse clients, strings tangled
Caught in pitiless draught, swung by fastidious song
Men attempt to measure vapour, mind's desperation
Digs hungrily into collapsing burrows
Tunnel bends suddenly, bright Saint rays blinding
Instilling whites to irises burdened by jutting brow
Bosom bandaged in gilt silk gown rhythms innocently
Kimono openings brush bristled necks in eroticism
Tension simultaneously softens perception
Velvet weaves an inlet, secrets under her cummerbund
Unfamiliar ocean floor coral organism submerges
Carbon crumbling flame surmounts ash, absorbent
Finite fire paralised by Siren's immortal smiling
Fingers deftly unthread rationale, star array unrationed
Mild explosive conceals danger in magic
Moss pubis rises to challenge, a next breath
Taken as death's ultimate verdict, torture of relief
Vixen innoculates victim with vibrant vial of uranuim
15th March
Filtered heart
Categories:
gallivanting, absence, beauty, betrayal, mirror,
Form: Free verse
GIRL GOES GALLIVANTING
A precarious quest taken alone
In search of that 'unique identity',
She's gallivanting around, on her own
In ecstasy, from city to city,
Heeding no one, she flies free like a kite,
Breaking hearts wherever she stops to breathe,
With a nonchalant smile, her step is light,
Though each rendezvous, her own self does wreathe,
Alas! Her strings may get tangled some day,
When she tries to fly far beyond her heights,
Who'd then help her out of this messy play?
Out of her finesse of careless delights?
She's riding now on the clouds of success,
Once she finds her match, she must acquiesce.
12/05/18
Categories:
gallivanting, flying, girl, silly, travel,
Form: Sonnet
A gallivanting Romeo, he rode
into my world, so handsome and unique.
Finesse with a seductive gaze he showed!
The few times that I saw him, he would seek
a rendezvous with me. I had a ring
on my left finger, and I do not stray
from my commitments. Yet my heart would sing
to see his gaze! For strength I had to pray.
Precarious was my position. He
tried hard to make me acquiesce, but I
would not give in - though dreams of ecstasy
assailed me! Then I learned about his lie. . .
I called him on it. Nonchalant he grew.
There should have been a ring on HIS hand too!
May 10, 2018 for Emile Pinet's New Poems (8 difficult words) Contest
The eight words are these: ecstasy, rendezvous, unique, finesse, precarious,
gallivanting, nonchalant, acquiesce
Categories:
gallivanting, longing,
Form: Sonnet
My Mum does not like me gallivanting
midweek, but you to me are so unique
I take the chance.
I acquiesce to your request to meet
down the street, precarious as the
descend may be
from the cherry tree in full bloom,
glimmering in the shimmering moon.
Outside my room.
I'm smitten 'though I ain't admittin',
so I act all cool and nonchalant
at our rendezvous.
It's obvious I lack finesse I guess.
You don't seem to mind as we entwine.
I'm in ecstasy.
That is until I hear Mum call out.
"In in a minute Mum" I shout.
One last kiss.x
10/05/2018
Categories:
gallivanting, adventure, boyfriend, crush,
Form: Rhyme
Gallivanting around the wilderness with the love of my life I realize
That things are not necessarily as I would have wanted to visualize
I acquiesce as choosing what to do next
Out of nowhere, I get a text
In a nonchalant manner, I looked to see
What could this message be
The subtle look concerned my love
He will always be there when push comes to shove
As I think about what is going on now
I realize that I should just blow off everything other than how
When we are alone I feel such ecstasy with him
No matter where the rendezvous is and whether we follow a whim
He holds my hand as we cross a precarious bridge
It was a unique experience as we crossed over to the ridge
When we made it back home I decided to rest
The finesse of his touch on my face is the best
Comfort in my love’s arms I love to be in
Taking time to admire his silly grin
Enjoying the moment in which I live
And all the love we have to give
Categories:
gallivanting, love,
Form: Rhyme
I find myself in quite a precarious state.
Uncertain as to why I was so quick to acquiesce.
My heart flutters with excitement.
My body trembles inside with fear.
The thoughts race through my minds eye,
like an out of order stampede.
That of enlightened speech.
It is an unique ecstasy;
One of unsettled ease.
Set into motion, forced into play.
What was a seemingly nonchalant rendezvous,
sent me gallivanting forward.
A rather new and unfamiliar finesse.
It will surely be the beginning.
The beginning to the end.
The beginning to the end of yet another,
yet another fragmented moment.
A moment of eternity.
An eternity and all that it will ingest.
May 7, 2018
Categories:
gallivanting, anxiety, courage, desire, emotions,
Form: Free verse
There was no choice,
but to acquiesce to the rendezvous.
Even though my situation
was precarious.
Your nonchalant gallivanting
had exposed me to bad company.
So far, with diplomatic finesse,
I had avoided any problems.
Hello! I no longer share
your ecstasy with,
what the cat brought in.
So let's meet and chat,
but please, I beg, leave
your dross blow-in pick-ups
at the door.
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3 May 2018
For the 8 difficult words contest,
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
=> ecstasy, rendezvous, unique, finesse, precarious,
gallivanting, nonchalant, acquiesce
Categories:
gallivanting, relationship,
Form: Free verse
Where goes thou again?
You woman of low esteem
Walking North, coming South
Moving West, running East
Where goes thou again?
A fortnight ago
You were with the drunken farmer
Eating his little produce
In unneeded appreciation, you gave him a son
Where goes thou again?
Stay put you gallivanting mother
Stop spraying your babies about
Like a withered tree in its dry season
Where goes thou again?
You unstable mother
Every man's house has a seed of you
Your paradise of pleasure
A travelling path to any man you see
Where goes thou again?
Leaving your children at every home
Ninety Children for ninety-nine husbands
Ninety-nine husbands in ninety days
Where goes thou again?
Stay put and take care of your children
Stop moving about
And let your waist bead stop roaming.
22-04-2017
Categories:
gallivanting, absence, africa, art, mother,
Form: Didactic