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BUTTERFLIES OF BEAUTY
Silent songful wanderer, soaring free on the sky
conquering, unafraid to the golden rays of the sun,
fluttering either slow or fast, their colors show
like stemless flying flowers: red, orange, browns
unto gardens, rainforest, fields and prairie lands
off they are! From early morning until the night,
their quiet optimism: a lighthouse to any hopeful
delicate in beauty emerging from chrysalis womb.
Standing in each tooth-tip spot, they're like ballerinas
dancing and pausing as they do in lows and highs:
kissing blossoms curves for goods - a peaceful move
freezing and feeding effortless some onlookers eyes.
Seduced fingers reached to touch, glad most are missed.
Free. The majestic monarch is flying again, high. HIGH!
Such a natural canvass painted to every stop and flight,
beguiling more dreamers today, tomorrow and beyond...
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Poetry Contest: BUTTERFLIES OF BEAUTY
***1st Place***
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose
Written January 10, 2016 @ 11:27 am
They don't make 'em like this anymore
In this age of fast paced life style
Cary Grant was the epitome of debonair
Gals swooned at his beguiling smile
Exuding pure charm from every pore
A warmth that invited us in
To taste the warmth of his loving heart
Revelling in charisma therein
All my dear sisters who numbered seven
Would've gone ga-ga for a chance
For just a moment wrapped in his arms
Thrilled in a seductive trance
Was surely a different time in the forties
Of elegance, of sophistication
Gals seemed a lot more feminine then
Emitting their sexual vibrations
Don't make them like Cary Grant today
Now it's raucous rock and roll
Flamboyance and flair assures success
Instead of inner warmth of the soul
To one day see you...
to one day walk towards you
with beguiling smile
all the pain of yesterday
hidden away...
apparently forgotten
there is a gleam in my eye
as I come nearer
My floral scent
has already reached you
embracing, intoxicating
I see my power...
and I come nearer
I flip back my luxuriant mane
it drives you insane
the pain
of this chance meeting
in your eyes...
I look up to you
I lean in
for a greeting kiss
I linger
a moment longer than necessary
to unleash old feelings
let them ride like wild horses
thundering through your body
until you are shaking
I release in a tide
all that I am
I stand there smoldering
a vision in scorching red
it gets to your head
to have you see
how people look at me
to see how they look at you
with eyes of envy
And then HE makes his presence known
arms around my waist
you can't see his face
it is buried deep in my tresses
where he is leaving kisses
Then he tilts my head back
and devours my lips with his kiss
showing his ownership
Ah....but to know
to know you are watching
to know you are suffering
to know that regret
is clutching at your throat
with bitter bile
I'll smile
when my kiss is through
and give you a tight hug
pressing into you
and say...
in words dipped in sugar
"Fancy meeting you, dear...
It's been a while
Looking good, there.
Take care.
Don't forget to smile."
Then to walk away with HIM
only to look back for you to see
my face glowing with glee
to blow you a little kiss
sheer bliss
Revenge is sweet
Eleen
oh, the so-sublime motion of your sway
dressed in naught but the moon's wisps
sole fascination of the gods themselves
should Valhalla ever hold the refinement
to abide such flawlessly beguiling rhythm …
from heels to hips to dimpled shoulders
you toss your birthday outfit with intent
seductive swing lassoing my gaze, entire
the drift of your narcotic motion blooms
enough to best the Gardens of Babylon …
yet the whitest, purest blossoms known
would blush to crimson for the sole sake
of your unblemished, magnetic contours
the stairs and stars, swinging in tempo
to the dance of your fair and fluidic flesh …
pray these eyes, do not ever blink again
lest I chance to miss an instant of that
saucy, sinuous, room-sweeping saunter
pray this heart, do not ever thrum again
lest it interrupt your perfect ... cadence.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, October 18, 2019
SUNFLOWER BEE
She’s illuminated in a garden of sunflowers.
The sun sways, with her charming momentum.
He loves to see her far off, like a twinkling star,
Tracing each beguiling movement, with his eyes.
The homogeneous field takes on a honey scent,
To which this buzzing bee, vaingloriously drifts.
She waves like the wind, rustling summer leaves,
And he imagines the warmth of her sunny hair.
A sudden rainstorm lifts her laugh into the heavens,
As she dances with outstretched tongue and arms,
And he runs to her side, catching her up, elated,
At the fit of her sodden dress, against his upturned heart.
She slides back down the rainbow of her mind.
Her honeybee hits one knee “Will you be mine?”
A diamond glints under the love-soaked skies.
She holds out her fingers like the queen of the hive.
“I do! I do! i do!” she screeches excitedly.
The sunflowers beam over her shoulder,
Admiring the heart-shaped piece of carbon glass,
The perfect cut for this lass, familial florid-niece.
Applause, as the sun’s rays quicken in serendipitous flush,
And two pairs of butterfly lips engage Eden’s paradise.
11/13/2017
Choose A Topic Contest: Love and Romance
Unrhyming Couplets
Fragmented truths intermingled with lies,
falsehoods wrapped up in alluring disguise.
Beware the deceiver's beguiling song.
His only desire is to do you wrong.
He'll take what is false and make it sound true,
Unless you're prepared he'll make a fool of you
with
his
fragmented truths intermingled with lies,
falsehoods wrapped up in alluring disguise.
"Did God really say....?", the enemy once asked,
of the two who had been personally tasked,
with upholding His standard of holiness.
They believed the deceiver and Oh! what a mess,
because
of
fragmented truths intermingled with lies,
falsehoods wrapped up in alluring disguise.
Our enemy works the same way today,
twisting the truth to lead us astray,
then causing the guilt of our sin to torment,
but that's why Jesus our Savior was sent
to
rescue
us
from
fragmented truths intermingled with lies,
falsehoods wrapped up in alluring disguise.
9/30/16
For Brian Strand's All Yours (Apr 11) Contest
So blessed the Rose that knows no pain
Exquisite Empress with elegance reigns
To please my world with joy and grace
Her essence furled her scent embraced
Bewitched by love and sweet refrain
She wears her thorns so smug and vain
To place her scorn to make joy feign
Her beauty shows a selfish face
Beguiling Rose of mine
So when my faith and dreams thus drain
As blood flows red from wounded stain
Forgetting not her bliss erased
Her radiant face of wine and lace
She pricks my heart with such disdain
Beguiling Rose of mine
February 19, 2021
Open Poetry 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
how …
how many odes have been composed
for the sake of the human eye?
since humans first etched papyrus
or chiseled stone
or painted cavern facades by firelight
the magnificence of the visual organ
has been given its due reward
for what is more compelling -
more breathtaking
more expressive and emotional
more deep or beguiling
or more enigmatic
than what we breach to the morn each day?
windows, they ARE
and not always brightly lit
yet …
there is a mystery, still -
for me, there is a question of the ages
that affects me from the wells of
your darkly pellucid peepers
something I have never beheld
or imagined
or even dreamed ‘til now …
slivered and seeded like some grand
almond ocean, ne’er crossed
your epicanthic folds speak to me
of a pupiled perplexity that
plunges far beyond the range of the
normal ocular abyss …
they stir in me a thirst for answers
and a hunger for the luscious fruits
that give them voice -
bows of exquisite shape and tender texture
that top off your provocative package
quite perfectly
your blinks -
those coy closings, purposely slowed -
are your way of reminding me of
the bounty that awaits below
divinely deferring to what
you feel needs more immediate attention
but oh -
when our mouths DO meet
do not hide your eyes from me
for that myopic mystery
begs more accurate investigation -
I want to see that you can see what
I can see within your gaze …
I want all your apertures open
and all your fantasies …
afire.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, February 12, 2024
a bouquet …
exquisitely exquisite
like naught else on this gilded planet
blooming on tender branches
supple and swaying
‘una flor fragante’
silken and sweet
pink petals open to entice … entirely
it’s lilt, aromatic
whirls thoughts like an eggbeater into
a carnal chaos
it’s synergy directing a
divine dermal dissolution of discretion
bane of the omnipotent
the fearless turned fools for its magic …
and madness …
inviolate or prurient
it has made kings out of paupers
twisted wills to wars
spun orbs on their axes
and made the universe of unions
ache for its aspect
the imperfect perfection of its
bewildering allurement
and the satiny seduction of
it’s beguiling floret -
the flower …
feminine.
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with GALA AI software )
Golden-flecked bliss
of enraptured blown-kiss
stardust bestrewn
beguiling skies
Pleiades’ sequin eyes
shimmer in swoon
in midnight hours
from celestial bowers
lift blest voices
balmy hymns calm
serenity’s sweet psalm
saints’ rejoices
O, motherly
heartfelt heavenly night
lullaby my lustrous twilight
Love - swaddle me
in starlit cocoon’s blue
singing silk songs till dawn’s debut
ambrosial dreams
showered in jasmine streams
angels’ water
immerse in sleep
your virtuous well deep
baptized daughter
melodic sky
divinity’s stars sigh
spiritual
nirvana floats
seraphs’ musical notes
air's lyrical
O, motherly
heartfelt heavenly night
lullaby my lustrous twilight
Light - swaddle me
in starlit cocoon’s blue
singing silk songs till dawn’s debut