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Even though she knows I love her
I cannot tell her and she knows why
It's not because I'm shy
But, I look in her eyes
and they are oceans
every blink a wave
that washes to the shore
Her hair Autumn leaves on trees
yellow, red, and auburn rolling down
to the mountians valleys
that rest on her shoulders
Her body, slinder and yet
in perfect places it curves in
then curves out, then curves back in
as a womans body should
Her walk, mesmerizing
Her essence is as such
like when she leaves her seat
her warmth remains
her soft perfume
leaves one breath of sweet air
Her memory, a face that looks at me
and speeks without words
"She speeks yet she say's nothing.
What of that?"
(One of three Bessemer women who helped me escape heartache.)12-18-96
Discretion tells me I should turn my eyes away,
but with mouth agape I cannot help but gaze
upon the heart arresting beauty now before me.
Why does she not shy away or attempt to conceal
the ravishing bouquet of her all from my stare?
How could she not notice me just standing there?
Does she not see me or does she simply not care?
She's a vision sightless eyes would yearn to see,
a goddess beyond the scope of man's conception.
Her flowing sparkling auburn hair whispers
eloquently to her beauty in the warm breeze
occasionally hiding one of a huge pair of
opulent all to consuming brown eyes.
Her visually captivating voluptuous body
would anguish a master Renaissance artist
for no brush strokes or mixture of oils
could quite capture the essence of her design.
Those perfectly shaped succulent milky white...
Oh! Why does that accursed demon's tormenting ring
always awaken me just before I get to the best part.
Auburn autumn serenades the rustling foliage melody
the fall leaves turn to flowers in nature’s surreal scenery
the sunset in color burst horizon paints picture heavenly
as shimmering twilight drizzles with the hues of serenity.
The fall leaves turn to flowers in nature’s surreal scenery
blushing clouds floating on the silk sky weaves a tapestry
as shimmering twilight drizzles with the hues of serenity
cadence of north wind pulsates with October rhapsody.
Blushing clouds floating on the silk sky weaves a tapestry
the sunset in color burst horizon paints picture heavenly
cadence of north wind pulsates with October rhapsody
auburn autumn serenades the rustling foliage melody.
(Although Pantoums do not need to rhyme, but since typically
this form is made up of two rhyming couplets I tried with the
traditional rhyming form)
October 9, 2019
Contest : Poet's October Pantoum
Sponsor : William Kekaula
sunlight filters softly down
softly on the mists swirling around
cool droplets form everywhere
sparkling jewels in morning light
moisture from the cleansing rain
that in the night time here did fall
leaving a chill upon my skin
cooling in the morning breeze
perfume of flowers fills the air
and of rich soil moist and brown
memories tickle within my thoughts
of many things that have been
of auburn hair so rich and full
scent of which while holding her close
her head bent down against my chest
my head lowered within her curls
of feeling her warmth within my arms
soft full firmness pressed against me
two hearts beating together as one
inflamed breaths mingling together
the taste of her upon my tongue
of soft lingering kisses
and of passions burning hot
still within my memories lived
soft green grasses growing long
in the gentle breeze do wave
where we have laid in passions hot
as warm sunlight upon us fell
from the mists her voice does call
that she quickly returns unto me
and together we once again will be
and together our hopes will swell
They say age is just a number,
but its much more than that.
Now everything I eat or drink
just somehow turns to fat.
I used to kick a soccer ball
all over sunny fields of green
but now I throw my knee out
just pulling on my jeans .
My auburn hair that hung in waves,
long and full of sheen,
is now short and white, stands on end,
and makes me look quite mean .
Old age isn't for the faint of heart.
You need to be tough as a boot
and forget about those days gone by
when you were young and cute.
You need to develop a thick skin.
(Though in truth its thinner than ever)
Words no longer phase you
and your retorts have become quite clever.
Yes, growing old is really the pits.
Like living under a curse.
But on the flipside of getting older,
the alternative is worse.
your heart wore my eyes
and my eyes were a gaping wound
December is passing
Remember when autumn came too soon
I remember the lashings
all the forfeits that made you wanna cash in
and we break down walls
when we cry
And we're taken for a fall
Everyday we die
and we burn bridges
Just to suit our lies
For these reasons we strive
Do or die
But somewhere they're seeking
Everything you felt
I noticed your eye lids
And all the matter they held
Admist all of our triumphs
we failed to see you through
and we break down walls
when we cry
And we're taken for a fall
Everyday we die
and we burn bridges
Just to suit our lies
For these reasons we strive
Do or die
And the past is always reaching
reaching for you
In and out of his grasp
you slither about
silence was a fragrance
like the auburn that drifted
from you mouth
"i don't know what the pressure's about
when depressions in route
there's just no room to forgive you
and i don't know how"
Air is altering its pattern
Dusks are getting crispier
Nights are falling earlier
Sun is taking time to rise up
Leaves are changing their colors
Trees are showing off their fiery flairs
Pine needles and acorns have scattered all over
Halloween is around the corner
Ghosts and goblins are appearing at the doors with vampires
Skeletons and ghouls are hanging out near front arrivals
Entries are surrounded in the webs of humongous spiders
Witches and Jack-o’-lanterns are getting ready to welcome visitors
Black cats are showing up
Owls and spooky bats are flapping their flutters
Crescent moon is decorating the night skies with its shiny silver
Town is preparing itself to entertain little monsters
Plump round pumpkins are showing shades of orange, auburn and ginger
Costumes are being bought in stores
Candy containers can be seen in shops’ every corner
Eager children are getting ready for Halloween pleasure
Houses are smelling with sweet scents of candles
Kitchens are spreading aromas of pies cooked with cinnamon
Taste buds are savoring spicy warm apple ciders
Families are ready to greet and treat trick-or-treaters
Amongst the mist of midday rain
I walk beside my heart's pain
Subtle images reflect what is not
Daydreams shadow things once forgot
Pitter patter of moistly wet drops
Splatter of rain ticks like a clock
Time is still amongst the mist
I close my eyes and reminisce
Silken skin soothes the touch
Long hair of auburn full and lush
Eyes that shine from a fiery soul
The beauty of a woman I love to hold
Keeper of my heart by her firm touch
Boyhood memories make innocence blush
Gone away I long for more
Misty spirit of my adore
I bite my lip and taste the mist
My heart is cold and adrift
Puddles splash at my shoe
Do I enjoy missing you
Sunbeams break through clouds of rain
Silvery visions evaporate within my pain
Soft breezes kiss her lips on my face
Such was once I shan't replace
Wet and damp with a splash of ill
Cold and old I begin to feel
I open my eyes and close my mind
Saving her memory for another time
Unending strip of ebony darkness
lying lost unseen under moonless black sky
it’s beginning and end upon the land
lost in black shadows cannot be seen
deeper darkness moves within
flowing smooth curves barely half seen
eerily growing closer to me
silently without sound in the dark
a soft whisper of treads on road
barely heard whispering near
dark black form take shape near me
rushing quickly by only half seen
in dim orange glow I can see
auburn curls flowing so long
casting color on purists white curves
slipping quickly by into black night
with silent sound rushing by
soft breeze of air rustles me
soft scent of jasmine and rose hardly there
quickly fades into dark night
lost from sight so quickly gone
soft curves of blackness fade in the night
without a sound slips away
stirring darkness sliding away
I watched you this morning.
When the cool of the air settled on the morning buds
leaving only the hint of moist stolen kisses
as golden rays slowly caressed the dew from the petals,
I watched you.
Your Cobalt beauty beseeching my gaze
transcending mere mortal allure,
playful and mischievous
the Goblin dancing in your eyes,
as your burning gaze pierced the darkness within me,
I watched you this morning.
Then turning away, as if I weren’t there,
you teased me with your tantalizing flirtatiousness,
pretending that we shared but a passing moment,
a furtive glance, an instance’s breath of longing,
your laughter sighing through the soft petals of your ardent lips.
I watched,
your slow feline body, lithe and graceful,
belying the fragility of your nature.
Your deliberate movements agilely swaying,
then you glanced back at me
with impassioned pout,
as your love lies bleeding in your mournful sorrow.
Through billowing trusses of Amaranth blooms
in the breath of breeze
that gently whispers through the curlicue locks
of your glistening auburn hair,
you comb your long slender fingers,
passing slowly down your neck,
straightening each beautiful tangle.
I watched you
and my desire to hold you overwhelmed me
but you ignored me,
making me want you, yet, more deeply.
I watched you
speaking to everyone but me.
How I wished to be each one of them
and bring this sad loneliness to an end.
I watched you
until at last with a single final look, intentional and lingering,
you brushed slowly past me, smiling sweetly,
as you gazed beneath silken lashes,
like those of Aphrodite, long and mesmerizing,
deep into my longing eyes
through the bottomless pellucid pool of cerulean
from which you enchanted me.
“Smile,” you whispered,
and my lips turned for the shortest of instance,
my grin mirroring the beauty of you.
Tenderly you touched my arm
then walked away,
and I watched.
11/20/2017