In the realm of dreams and gaiety
A rose blooms in my heart, glamour strikes with vivacity
My stretched hand reaches to fondly pet the palm
But like wind, the goddess ghostly evanesces with a calm
Dotingly I endeavor to serenade the enchantress.
Off the warbling lute the soft ditties sing
From the changing tune, the pitch to the ears sting
Yet with a sparkling giggle your spook infatuate
With fortitude, realms I’ll cross to graduate
The school of endurance you command with shrewdness
With agility I fly, but you’re too fast to reach
Roaring water crushes at the beach
Sand so calm I hanker to hold
The setting shining sun glares, with a frail I behold
Because am in love with the wind
Slacken my love! Off my feet you sweep with desire
My heart you take; sturdily I admire
Like a magnet, your enigma besots with charm
And the goal to get I’ll praise with a psalm
For I loathe to crush on the wind
The world will mock, but the love will shush the chatter
A future so bright they’ll hail the latter
And applaud our allure’s perpetuity
With fantasy our posterity shall sing of a deity
For all is possible, even love with the wind!
NEVER LET ME GO
Joint journey juncture juxtaposed.
Pondered, planned, promised to pursue in peace and patience.
Incidentally if I infatuate or induce indifference,
No negative notion: Neither ‘No’ nor ‘Nope’.
Once I lost lavender love and now shining sparkling like cynosure.
My ardent ardour, amour in glamour now to glitter.
Value our valiant venture vanquishing vanity and variance.
Luminous love lightens laden life not to lose liking.
Allure, attract, admire me to adore you.
Darling! Don’t deviate or distract disowning me.
Never let me go but to glow gorgeous glistening in glory.
Let your firm faith flow flashing fervid fervent flame.
03/31/19
Fourth place
'Pick up a Title' Vol 3. Alliteration Contest by Edward Ibeh
' My Lost and Found Love'
Contest by JCB Brul
Is it right?
For something pure to fascinate a sin?
For someone to be in pain and yet crave to grin?
For right to love a wrong?
For short to infatuate the long?
For day to miss the night?
For dark to kiss the bright?
For innocence to fall for danger?
For an introvert to love a stranger?
For all the mighty rights, to go for all the wrongs
Blend in with the impossible and forget where they belong?
For all the love turn to hate?
For ordinary to become great?
For that hate to fail yet again
And join that loves train
For violence to join hands with peace?
For difficulties to finally run with ease?
For all the bad things to have a good face?
For all the wrongs to join the right race?
Epiphany
My tender pen writes,
Takes me out of hides,
Roller coaster rides,
My emotional tides !
My life in the soup,
Humble magnificent group !
I am dreaming in fast,
Leaving behind my past,
Quick to discover,
I am on soup cover !
It's a gorgeous pun,
A real great fun !
Got warm welcome,
Scuffed out tantrum,
Anticipate friendship and love,
Warmth of hands in gloves !
My life in the soup,
An infectious croup !
Rendezvous face to face,
Drunk to full grace,
My cravings flourish,
To a lifetime cherish !
It's a gorgeous pun,
A real great fun !
My desires thrive,
Contrary to strife,
I am getting lost,
Well iced and frost !
My life in the soup,
A magnificent group !
My terminal Cupid,
I can't be more stupid ,
An eternal abode,
I infatuate , I explode !
It's a gorgeous pun,
A real great fun !
Written on 25/6/14
Poet - Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Contest- The contest of my
dreams
Sponsor- Dave Wood
First place win
Three months is date
Six months our hearts pulsate
Ninth month is here
If there isn't hate
Then soon will be a year
We're really to believe it to be fate?
Smothering ourselves in this theory
A concept based solely upon the idealistic "soulmate"
By this, we incorrigibly infatuate
Neglecting what's real
Ignorantly becoming our own hostages
Essentially an internal inmate
Prisoners who fear
Distrust
And self mutilate
We're sitting patiently as we wait
And wait
Just to wait
Playing these games we're burdened to tolerate
Causing confusion
Creating heartache
But in the end I'm betting all that I've got
Betting on the most evident of facts
As I'll always be the first to call...
Checkmate
He never treated her as a subordinate eve
She was only privileged to get pleasure
And never got the pain of childbirth from him
It was he who ate the forbidden fruit of Eden
Shamelessly committed adultery in old age.
But now that she has left him for a reason
He’s a man of passed-out desires and dreams
Looking at beautiful women do infatuate him
*PEA - “the molecule of Love” floods his brain
Wine, liquor, movies are in the top priorities,
Mind filled with lot of aphrodisiacs, vitamin,
Viagra, zinc, carrots, oysters, garlic and onion.
Exploding coffee machines makes him mad
Gets annoyed when neighbor’s dog barks
Thumping sound of making love irritates him.
At this hour many things provoke his desire
Though blessed with desire, no performance.
+++++++
November 15, 2010
Form: Free Verse
Hon. Mention
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This is fictional write.
*PEA or phenethylamine is an alkaloid and a mono amine
**Molecule of Love
Compound Found in Chocolate, Phenylethylamine Demonstrates
Positive Effects on Mood, Depression, ADHD, Runners’ High,
and Love & Monogamy
Woe be me this longing wait,
endure as must this human fate
trials to tempt infatuate
spiritual light in solid state....
Physical being laboriously toils
torn are we our souls to soil
amongst such blood in anger boil
why are we cast to such turmoil......
Hidden mysteries deep within
an agent,yeast,awaits to begin
a germ responds to inner hymn
as returning preparation's blend.....
i love to lick her lips
rub her ****
i love the way her skin mimics a Tall mocha latte mixed with nutmeg no foam
shiit i even love the kinks in her hair
and the "one week a month" granny underwear
sorry i had to go there
i just had to let you know
i love her from her crazy eyelashes to the ash between her toes
cant get enough of her spoken word
quick to flip but she's normally Mello
she can throw on some jeans with her timbs
or a two piece with sunshades and lipgloss to swim
she is me and i am her
i love every single inch and each and every curve
cant get her out of my mind
i see her everyday
i'm so in love if you erase the word i would make up another meaning
it would equate to adore with a hint of infatuate and i almost forgot
to mention the time she takes to make me feel like "natural woman"
she uses love lotions as her potion
she gives me juices filled with emotion
soul food to keep her moon full
and plenty of time to soak up the sunshine
i love her and it doesn't matter if you do
cause she loves me and I love her too
Searching my soul for something that's pure.
Something that's not infected by my mind,
something secure.
I easily manipulate and even more so infatuate.
The exterior that I bare is playing tricks on people
and I seem to let it.
I need to become what meets the eyes.
No more cover-ups, no more lies.
My soul is now set to reborn,
escaping from a heart that has been toyed with and torn.
Never again pretending to be what others expect of me.
So here I go with my head held high.
Here I go setting my soul free!
The sun shines
Close your eyes
Full of so much light
They cry
Pupils dilate
Start to infatuate
There's no wait
Open your eyes
See the world so bright
A happy sigh
Watch the trees go by
Full of life
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