Long Amour Poems
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THIRSTY
My thirst oozing with champagne in goblet
Melting into our mutual craving
Following indigo line on sunset
Misty dusty dusk, sky is engraving.
The tingling tremor, the lingering urge
Watching dormant desires being drowsy
Effervescence of love cascades to surge.
Amour oscillates somnolent dozy.
We float and sink in pearly passion
Dear , come closer! My most precious gem!
Memories of our love are in procession
Our ethereal unison to claim.
I am yours you are mine, fledged forever,
In Earth or Heaven, joint endeavour.
As, A Place in the sun, Village Ghetto Land
Pastime paradise, Land of La La,
Master Blaster, Alfie, Living for the city,
and Part time lover, Faith,
Another star, With a child’s heart,
Used to be, Just good friends
with You and I,
Frankie and Johnny,
Superwoman and Black Man,
Ebony and Ivory,
My Cherie Amour, You are the sunshine of my life,
For once in my life, Golden Lady,
My world is empty without you
Until you come back to me
Outside my window, I’m wondering
How come, how long,
Never dreamt you’d leave in summer
My Love, I don’t know why,
Lately, I wish,
You haven’t done nothin’,
If you really love me,
I believe,
We can work it out.
COLD
Me sinking in cold !
Need little warmth.
Why have you been so cold ?
Hold your tongue
and let me love !
Why have you been so cold ?
My is already sold
to my amour !
Now all hope is gone .
Pretending to be bold !
But feeling cold even under Sun.
Need little warmth.
Why have you been so cold ?
My love once was untold .
But now I unfold
each page of my book of love.
Your reciprocation I do deserve.
I preserved my love in core of heart.
How can you ignore ?
How can you hurt ?
My yearnings shining as gold
Lust rippled rolled.
Emotive urge claiming dynamism,
Yet feeling I am dying !
With deep wound in heart
I am drowning down in living hell !
Growing old.
No strength left to carry load
Me sinking in cold.
Stretching my hand, please hold.
Me sinking in cold.
Need little warmth.
AGE OF LOVE
To love and to be loved,
as socially observed
is the prime passion,
need not to mention.
Teen-ager or youngster
It does not matter.
Ladies and Gentlemen
Senior Citizen!
All welcome in field of love.
Same age? Not to reserve.
Most humans develop attraction
in contemporary generation.
Yet, neither rare nor impossible,
Rather always permissible
Affairs between Ladies and Gents
as going on from ancient to recent.
Age of loved one may be much more or less,
not hampering mutual happiness.
Amour is a flow in bubbling blood,
washing two hearts in passion-flood
Younger or Older? No questions.
Two souls unite, and emotion moistens.
12/15/17
Third Place
'STRAND SPECIAL U' Contest by Brian Strand
Forget-Me-Nots
Across the field, I trampled a path
When I held back and marveled to see,
Near the babbling brook beneath the trees,
A sea of blue of scorpion grass:
Tiny blooms asway in waves of glee,
Of forget-me-nots, and thirsty bees.
From end to end, as far as I could see,
In the serene lea, they spread their petals,
Exhibiting beautiful visuals
On the gentle slope, swaying in the breeze.
I looked back at the path and then ahead,
Enthralled as to where destiny had led.
The sun shone down with warmth unsurpassed
As the wind blew over cool, fresh air.
They fluttered about extraordinaire
Expressing their amour unabashed.
I was enamoured by their charisma
Under the sky of terra firma.
And when I’m dismayed to see storm clouds brew
And lacklustre negative thoughts prevail,
I reminisce their presence in the meadow,
Of powder blue amongst a greenery view.
Then, my eyelids succumb, and I envision
Fields of forget-me-nots abloom in heaven.
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Note:
The Myosotis (meaning mouse’s ear due to the resemblance of the shape of their leaves), aka forget-me-not flower, is also known as scorpion grass because of its spiralling stem leading to its flower head, which looks like a scorpion tail.
Forget-me-nots are biennial plants (i.e., they have a life span of two years) that emit no scent. They bloom from May to October and are associated with the birth month of September, along with the aster and morning glory. Forget-me-nots symbolize love, respect, and remembrance.
I know where she prays within the necessity of nightfall
inside the Poets' Pantheon, an isolated Idol
they all came, close as envy can to care,
flowers and jewels from all the conquered territories
laid quietly at her toes,
Marco Polo would recognize her as exotic medicine
travel for centuries to have a single dose,
break your heart as a spoil of war that words could justify,
Leonardo slave to invent new paints for her grin of grace,
Janis Joplin shake out lyrics of how nobody could deny her dreams
without consequence of catastrophe,
demolish you with an ever deepening desire,
she needed a man that could hold the heights of her heaven,
a man capable not of sacrafice for a taste of her starlight
but one offering partnership in the placement of ******'s origin
giving forbidden sensation to her solar system,
so accustom to receiving love from the enamoured
amour as a dialect was nearly extinct in her essence,
a Goddess so tired of inspiring, so exhausted, almost bled out,
an Olympiean she wanted, an equal for Eternity,
soon worship would do no more for her,
she needed a man willing to receive her sacrafice,
able to take on her needs,
oh the beauties she may lay in his arms -
J.A.B. This poem has been made for Poet Destroyer's
100 % Nature Contest - 2013
Moonlit Music
Dusty dusk wearing charcoal mask emerged
to tranquil turquoise canvas of firmament.
On ebon night Full Moon marooned in starless sky
watching own shimmering reflection in aqua flow
on glimmering glow.
Gentle breeze creating whorls on wavy aqueous surface
framing lattice of shadows of foliage alongside.
Muse of lone heart dribbling dripping in rue,
starting prelude of song of long-lost love
as I had to bid you adieu.
Lingering urge and tingling passion
flickering with subdued luminous Moonbeam
penetrating through aqua layers
trying to touch abyss of lamenting emotion.
Fervid fervent fervor of forgotten amour
flowing forlorn in despondent solitude.
Cadence continued through interlude.
Yearnings torn in pieces and wisps
whisper to mourn on creases of waves.
Moonbeams quiver
inside water-mirror
in grim gleam,
melting in melancholy
trying to synchronize with melody
of mystic music in gloomy glissando.
09/30/20
First Place
'Impact and Metaphors' Contest by William Kakaula
SUNFLOWER
Sun gazing flower seeks sunbeam raising heads
Until Sun sets, drinking bliss of sunshine.
Now I am dreaming of your gaze till I am awake.
Feeling fervent fervor ruminating our first date.
Lavender love glowing like shiny satin petals of sunflower
Our amour is flowing in flood with bubbling blood.
While wandering in yard of wonderful sunflowers
Ecstatic enchantment to engross with ethereal charm,
Rendering myself as sunflower gazing only at you: My Sun.
05/22/21
Second Place
' Sunflower Contest by Malabika Ray Chaudhury
Life is plainly, totally, undeniably, unfair!
Looking in the mirror I screamed, “who stole most of my hair?”
I was never Rapunzel, a svelte heroine, locked in a tower,
But who dare turned me into Quasimoto’s twin, short and dower?
How can I go dancing with my silver amour, Sir Harry Walker?
Ghastly obscene ….they would heartily laugh and be gawkers.
But, I cannot lie, I desire to be out and have some wild hijinks.
Dressing in high boots, short skirts and you bet, lots of winks!
I am bored to death, with this “growing old gracefully” stuff!
It is dull and droll and far, far worse than chewing snuff.(yuck)
Alas, oh sorrowful me, I even failed the eye test at the DMV!
And yet, I can spot a handsome hunk,who is six foot three?
I even penned a steamy poem for this Christmas Eve!
I laughed so hard, I nearly slipped to the floor on my knees
There is great beauty and joy in growing old, many say??
I declare~plastic surgery, new hair and throw my walker away!
Dedicated to Deb M.. thank you so much!
You made me laugh today. You lightened my soul!
Many thanks, Pangie xxxxx
12/11/2024
' Marriage to tie a couple with loyal love, deep devotion and mutual commitment'- Poet
MARRIAGE
Marital relation based on the letter ‘L’
earnestly expects and also demands
love, loyalty of individual
to shine, to glisten and life long to stand.
Marvels of marriage shown on mutual
yearnings, commitment and dependence .
Expressing amour is essential .
On mundane chores romance spreads essence.
Parental duty entwined with marriage
To raise up kids is the greatest pleasure.
Success of children tastes as beverage.
Family bond : Most precious treasure.
Knot strong tie to make marriage ideal.
Fulfilment to flash as ethereal.