Languorously Poems | Examples

March 2020

March 2020
A serene morning.
I rouse to no ding.
Am I daydreaming?
I languorously lock my eyes on a clock.
It is getting on for 10 o'clock.
A muffled bang on the door.
I am not alone at home?
My wispy feet stomp on the floor,
Eyes engrossed in the spyhole.
A girl in a white top.
Grotesque features I evoke.
Her bright red lips mutter on
'2024,...'
'Calls you to the main floor.'

Cagey Canary

Tom thought in his nine lives he saw it all, 
He languorously preyed on weak and small, 
Times change, tweet they, 
Tom’s now the prey - 
His predator triumphantly stands tall.

Happy

“My love you make me as happy and cheerful as a lark.” ~ Idlehearts

Give me all the riches
of the world and I’ll be happy,
I’ll be happy if you get me
all the comfort and luxury,
The finest food
The finest silk
The finest wine
will make me a tad bit happier;

Happiest I would still be 
If you hand me scepter and crown
studded with rubies and emeralds,
And sit me on a plush throne
of silver and gold
whiling away my days in the
embrace of a lady, eager and bold;

But,
Look into my eyes with love
and holding my hand
lead me under a gentle sky
to the cool shades of a tree
swaying with the wind playfully
by the river flowing languorously
where the weary birds at dusk come to roost—
And I’ll be as happy as a lark!

Veiled

“The Ego is a veil between humans and God.” ~ Rumi

I reached out 
lifted the veil
and saw to my amazement... 
I am He
He is I
Together, we are one!

To us belong
the heavens and the earth,
we summon the sun to rise,
At our behest it retreats.

We gallop with the wild winds
and loiter around with the lazy breeze,
With the sprightly stream we wander 
through dales and valleys
and lay languorously
like a calm placid lake
under an autumnal sun 
oh, in some remote cove. 

My thoughts are mine,
I alone think my thoughts,
I share them with Him at will.

I am one with
the supreme consciousness,
I am the center of the universe--
The eternal soul.


~04/20/23
~Writing Challenge 'V' words
~Constance La France

Heaven

“Heaven on Earth is a choice you must make, not a place you must find.”                              
                                                                             ~ Wayne W. Dyer
      
In this enlivening radiance of the rising sun
as a whimsical wind sweeps down
over the sun-dappled trail
it arouses the drooping grass,
weighed down by the morning mist,
to sway back with the heavenly grace
dancing delightfully in the soft breeze;

And the nightly bands of grim shadows
disappear 
as the sun rises languorously over 
the valleys, dales and the rolling plains.

The day brightens up refreshed
and rejuvenated by the caressing
warmth of the sunbeams….

Lo, this is my home 
     wherein my heaven dwells!


~02/23/23
~Contest: Writing challenge 'H' words
~Sponsor: Constance La France.

Moonlight Mojo

At the time of ethereal elegance of twilight,
Whenever a voluptuous moon
lolls low on a silvery serene sea
and gilds the canopy of trees,
the hilltops, the meandering streams
and the languorously reclining lakes.

My muse appears to me 
from nowhere like a dream,
Like a flash of inspiration 
to a muddled mind and
evokes moods of mystical ecstasy.

She glides gracefully towards me 
like an elusive wreath of smoke
and gathers me in her embrace
like a silken robe 
hovering around me 
like a whiff of fragrance.

She appears as a stirring
source of fantasy and vision,
Like the magnificent Northern lights
displaying luminous draperies
on a star-spangled polar nights,
Like a spectacular rainbow burst
after an intense shower
Like a shooting star
Like a blessed apparition;

I take her, as one would,
a reluctant bride
with gentle persuasion 
and resilient arms.
 

~Contest: My Muse
~Sponsor: Regina McIntosh

A Quest For Beauty

In the ethereal grace of twilight 
A shroud of serene solitude settles 
over the skies and the mountain range
like the pitiable pain of a pining heart.

Nature suddenly seems 
to have lost the flare of the sun
and the radiance of the moon
awaiting some spiritual manifestation.

A languid river snakes languorously 
through the forlorn forest
as if overcome by the soft
and healing autumnal evening.


~Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere Choice.

Scentual Cravings

I languorously love how lilacs smell,
For aromatic coffee beans I fell,
Sultry perfume stirs senses deep within, 
My palate’s hooked on Indian Cuisine. 


Exotic spice and flavors stir me, yet
The most compelling I cannot forget -
Once caught, I got addicted and enslaved -
Your fragrant pheromones’ sweet scent I crave.


March 14, 2021

Buck-It List

  I nurtured plans to explore foreign lands, 
But haven’t found the time to get there yet. 
Under COVID unprecedented threat, 
I wish I’d gone, not languorously planned. 

“You snooze, you lose”, they say, so I have missed 
The wonders of the world I read about. 
For now, to get together with my “crowd” - 
First wish on my extended  bucket list. 

November 24, 2020

Cat Nap

Fractious feline
sensuously stretching, 
languorously lying,
soporifically slumbering
(monocularly monitoring).

Meandering mouse! 
Tail twitching...
tautly tensing...
Predatory pounce!
Salubriously surfeit! 



February 6, 2020

The Rose of Summer

Hello full moon of Junes' Gemini
Strawberry delicious
You are the rose of summer to some

I swim languorously on my back
Floating up to you on earths' heated vapors
Gliding through cotton ball clouds

Mist swirling around my outstretched limbs
I gaze up to see your dreamy round face
Stars hidden by your luminescence

I turn to submerge below your universal view
Playing peek-a-boo with the maiden
Her smile holding me through the night tide

wirtten 6-17-2019

To Be Ancient

To Be Ancient

It is good to be ancient, 
As with a vintage of the eternal red, 
Sealed for the duration with an aged English cork.
Now youthful impulses hold no sway in the empty offing.
I recall them all, as I have remembered certain dreams all my life,
Undead ghosts from distant tree-lined shores in time, 
Strolling languorously in a marshy fetid fog; 
Their ancient faces I remember caressing,
Their yearning eyes and doubting smiles I recall seeing,
And the supple lips of some I can still feel, recalling,
The passionate interspersed minutes of unreal time, 
Secretly spent, behind concealing curtains and ascending ivy vines,
With no real words of crystalline memory being uttered or heard.
And now, returning from wet membranes hidden insidiously,
Inside the watery swooshing gullies inside my brain, 
Old friends and lovers appear again, like in an old film,
As they meander an astonished ancient avenue in single file.
Look at these dead pale girls here!
Girls who once spiraled to the stars in the darkness!
Now they tiptoe by my front window, perfume-scented,
Seeking their simple tombstones in the far graveyard.

In the Midnight Hours

wide eyed
in the midst
of a sleepless night
she lay entranced
as moon shadows
languorously
danced against
the lonely
barren walls
of her bedroom



AP: 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2022

Submitted on November 24, 2018 to CONTEST NO.140 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

I Am the One

I am the center of the universe
The eternal soul,
I am the supreme consciousness
I am He
He is I,
Together, we are one.

To me belong 
the heavens and the earth;
I summon the sun to rise,
At my behest it retreats.

None there is like me
The life I live is mine
Mine is the time to spend and
I squander my moments at whim.

I alone think my thoughts
My thoughts are mine,
I share them at will.

I gallop with the wayward wind
and loiter around with the lazy breeze,
With the sprightly stream
I meander through dales and valleys,
Like a calm placid lake I lounge 
languorously in some yonder cove. 

Oh, my soul is a wanderer
I yearn to fly high and soar the heavens,
The ability to see beauty in everything 
is to know what love is.


~Contest: "Who Am I"
~Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker.

~An Inner Knowing contest by Caren Krutsinger

Sultry Summer Sojourn

Curling crests cassessing coastlines
backwash bumping beach breakers.
screeching Seagulls squark and scream
mocking maritime merrymakers.

Burning boogers brave blisterd backs
scorched surfers seek shoreline shade, 
urbane under umpteen umberellas,
peacocks posed in a parasol parade.

Drifting dunes delight deserted
lovers, languorously lounging, lazily
craving comfort, coveting cool currents.
Hellishly humid, heat hovers hazily.

Spirited siblings, spades spanking
bucket bottoms, bulid
carefully carved chimerical castles,
infantile fantasies fulfilled.

Exposing exiled exoskeletons
turning tide tickles toes,
sun sinks slowly seaward
disclosing dusk's descending doze.

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