The elf was wrapped up tightly in lighted string
By a mystical witch who claimed to be a queen
She did not know if she would ever get out
But had been told not to wiggle, move or shout
The wrapped elf stayed there on Halloween night
Werewolves and vampires stopped and stared in fright
The work of Minerva, they agreed; one hid in a small urn
Some were so scared, they ran off, terrified Minerva would return
The witch did come back at midnight as she had stated before
I kept you safe from Halloween, she said to the elf, Lenore
Lenore gave her a nod, and conveyed her gratitude that night
Hoping to slip away, while the moon was sill rounded and white
Of the neighborhood virgin Lenore
Who spurned every young man at her door
With just one little kiss
Had a moment of bliss
They say now she's a virgin no more
Summer is the perfect time to explore
and visit Miss Lenore from Lahore
when you come ashore
To Saint Livermore
Check into the hotel Montefiore
If you want to score
with Lenore from Lahore.
Just knock on her door
She will make you roar and sore
And cry for more
Lenore
Your words to others are divine
Their responses are in kind
The aura I see around you is blue
While some may not know, they see it too
Even when your mired
You 10,000 watt smile lights the room
You inspire me!
Your persona is like perfume
wafting on the air
Always with a kind word, an open ear,
and a heart that cares
Suddenly there was
a knock at the door...by my
departed Lenore.
I grabbed the handle—
which was hot—and decided
that I better not!
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I see his book of poetry
Master poet of bygone years
And from his grave he speaks to me
With inaudible words quite clear.
I reach for Poe and read Lenore:
“Ah, broken is the golden bowl”
You must “weep now or never more!”
I knew her not till now, poor soul!
But I’ll recite a monody
of youth, death and slanderous tongues
with intonated prosody
for this youth that died so young.
With a whisper from his evil muse
The poet writes his sin
He tries to resist but can't refuse
The evil draws him in
Inspired by drink he writes of death
A raven becomes his choice
With rancid whiskey upon his breath
He gives his words a voice
He actually heard that raven speak
Like none he'd heard before
In whispers from a voice so weak
He heard him say Lenore
He tries his best but to no avail
The bottle he couldn't ignore
The spirits in the bottle fail
And again he hears Lenore
"Go way damn bird," the poet screams
But the raven stands his ground
He takes a drink from his bottle of dreams
Where the spirit of Lenore is found
One more sip is all it takes
As the words begin to blur
Night after night the bottle speaks
As the raven begins to stir
Why must death now intercede?
I die a little each day?
He longs to hear me cry and plead
As he takes Lenore away
I offered my soul of my free will
To spare my lovely Lenore
But he will not make my heartbeat still
He hears my voice no more
He taunts me as I watch her breathe
Counting every breath
He makes her suffer while I grieve
She holds the hand of death
She steals my heart as I watch her eyes
Begging for peace to be found
Without a word she finally dies
Death doesn't make a sound
I cursed the day death stole my heart
The day he took Lenore
The day that the light was torn apart
I can't see it anymore
Embracing YOU Lenore, is like touching the hem of the Universe
To gaze upon such “Elegant Beauty” ; Love creates an unquenchable Thirst
As I watch YOU : Waltzing across the Horizon : Climbing the Stars to Heaven
The Comet , Blushes : Red as Roses ; Nova dims : Cries : “ Y O U go First “
Remembrance of our Youth ; “ Exuberant LOVE “ Prevails upon my Mind
Your long Auburn Hair, tickles my Soul; In my HEART : Your Forever I Find
And I Dream of the Forest : as YOU Illuminate it with YOUR “Emerald green Eyes”
The Fern breathes Life; the leaves ENTWINE with Love Always : to which I am Blind
You gaze upon Lenore Your Heart does not skip a beat; You are not in Love as, I
A kiss upon Her “ rose Lips “ a kiss of Eternity” a Kiss I may never know until I Die
The encore that the Heart beats for, is the Overture of a Life Budding in GOD’S Grace
Lenore : with all of Heaven’s Love Surrounding YOU each Day an Image in my EYE
In a distant time of memories, swimming in a deep blue sea
Floating with the clouds above , disguised as azure tapestry
Forest eyes, gleaming in the evergreens, soothes the leaf of oak
Gone; not Forgotten, my heart Forever yearning : entwines with she
To live the life of Heaven, You hug the Trinity : Forever You Live
Waiting for the eons of Eternity when I gather all the Love you have to give
Forest eyes, gleaming in the evergreens, whispered words unspoken
Seeing the Light, Feeling the Glory : yet Love’s blood; drips through a sieve
One drop at a time , Cleansing the Soul ; reunite the true Hearts of LOVE
Together again for a moment in the serenity of time which flies as a pure white Dove
The Sunset smell of YOUR Auburn hair, the Chinese silk of YOUR skin
Embedded in the bands of a Watch called : ‘ Eternity “ Never ending LOVE
Author's note : I Wonder : 70 More!! YOU Decide ~~ YOUR Liege...HG
The vernal pool of Heaven opens Lenore looks down upon LOVE lost
Lotus blossoms floating on air , swallowing the Sunlight and Die in the Frost
The softness of the Feathers of an ANGEL’S WING Touched by LENORE and I
True sadness Entwines Our Hearts Together, FOREVER as ONE in Each Others Eye
These are the Words of YOUR Earthly LOVER, Harry YOUR Husband, He LOVES YOU
Shh! Lenore Gestures with Her Finger to HER LIPS, My Beloves : “ Poetry; So True “
You are His Guardian ANGEL Asks LENORE : “ I am “ “ KASHINATH “ Forever LOVE”
Your wings Flutter so, “the Flowers Singing, Dew crying to the Hot Sun ABOVE"
Lenore “Take Words from My Heart, to My BELOVED : Serenade Him with Infinity
Flap Your Wings, ride the Wind of Heaven Go to him, and say I wait for His Eternity
Inspired by The Contest " Reflection " Sponsored By
" Constance La France " ~ A Rambling POET ~
By HGARVEY Daniel Esqure -- HG
Dedicated to Those Waiting For Us at The Pearly Gates
5th Place
My Dearest Only Beloved Lenore
My Love for you is “Forevermore”
My Heart beats for YOU, as none before
The LOVE I feel just holding YOUR HAND
I shout of my LOVE Throughout, the LAND
Flowing AUBERN hair : below Your behind
The Jade-Emerald Light reflecting in Your Eyes
One could see This Light ; Although : “ Blind “
Eternally : LOVE in my Heart Belongs to YOU
How Blessed is she, to be with Thee
My only Prayer, she waits for me
With clouds in the sky, I sit and Cry
Why so young, did she have to die?
My Broken Heart has LOVE denied
I remember her kiss, A Heavenly Bliss
The love in her eyes, I intensely miss
I reminisce of Forever LOVE, so pure
Her Heart of gold, shall always endure
A Broken Heart, Her LOVE is the cure
Softly singing, are the Bagpipes and Fife
In Honor of my Dearest Most Beloved Wife
Living the joyful fulfillment of Eternal Life
FOREVER and ALWAYS I whisper my LOVE
Until We Entwine again , in HEAVEN Above
Inspired By Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest : " ELegy "
Dedicated in Memory of Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson
I feel her skin pressed against my own
In a primal cry to the only gods that will listen,
Burning bright and warm from the Cajun sun
Nevermore.
I taste the metallic familiarity of her kiss
Mixed with the fragrant musk of cigarettes and mint
With a passion no man alive could ever bestow upon me
Nevermore.
I smell her.
The scent of brown vanilla and oil rising from her body
Creating euphoria no drug can supply
Nevermore.
I bask in the glorious sight of her
Glowing in the dim light cast from the lamp and television
Shading her curves in the most forgiving light
Nevermore.
I quiver at the sound of her deep voice
Vibrating along every fine hair that graces my skin
In a beat only she and I know
Nevermore.
She walks in Spirit
Through the threshold of my Heart
Everlasting LOVE
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