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I beg him for a kiss
As he heads out to the door
I’m crushed by his response
“We’re not teens anymore
It’s been twenty years
Why don’t you act your age?”
And I’m left to wonder
Am I a fool or sage?
Does romance have a life span?
Does it vanish with passing years?
Am I a hopeless fool
For romance to flow in tears?
Does romance touch a heart
Only once or twice through life?
Is it only a welcomed guest
When you’re a young and pretty wife?
Then I must be a fool
For romance is the air
It’s in the pretty flowers
Oh, I see it everywhere
It’s when I look around me
And revel in nature’s hue
It’s when my heart will burst
When making love so true
I am simply dipped in romance
From my head down to my toes
It rains down from the sky
When I point up the garden hose
It whispers in the wind
That flirts with me at night
It’s in the flickering glow
That lights up a love filled night
I breathe in romance daily
From scented candles in my room
It’s in each line of the books
That make me sigh and swoon
He says I overdo it
And it just makes my heart bleed
Romance is what I thrive on
It’s an ever present need
I guess I’m just a fool
For romance fills my head
But take that away from me
And I might as well be dead.
For Kim Morrison's Contest
Incurable Romantic
May 23, 2013
In the tapestry of twilight, vibrant hues entwine,
Emerald whispers dance in the breeze,
Crimson aspirations burst like fireworks,
Each stroke of thought a vivid brush,
Painting joy across the canvas of my mind.
The ocean of dreams swells with cerulean waves,
Sapphire secrets linger, deep and alluring,
Golden rays pierce through the misty embrace,
Each splash a heartbeat, each ripple a song,
Inviting the soul to dive into boundless wonder.
A palette of fantasies blooms in radiant fields,
Violet petals unfurl in the warmth of the dawn,
Amber suns rise, igniting the horizon,
As laughter cascades like rainbows in spring,
Filling the air with a symphony of delight.
In this kaleidoscope realm, shadows lose their weight,
Colors blend in harmony, a joyous fusion,
Dreams unfurl like banners, bold and magnificent,
Carrying whispers of hope on their fluttering tips,
Each shade a promise of a day anew.
Together we journey through this vibrant expanse,
Where imagination reigns and spirits take flight,
With every heartbeat, a spectrum ignites,
Charting a course through realms of pure bliss,
In this world of dreams, we are forever alive.
Courageous and bold even with the mantle of responsibilities
wine in total control riding on his powerful lust
a man is a man- is the comfort trapped in each misleading bottle
come rain, come shine its acute satisfaction is a must
its just mere liquid but so loved and a needed companion
penetrating through his unconscious surrender to snatch much trust
as the outside is at rest, the inside gets heavily agitated
senses standing on weak rods b’cos the Irons are facing a rust
one more risky step to insanity turns death on
the gutter, the stones, even opportunists he nears his home of dust
a pleasant zone, the soul’s analgesia and needed amnesia
the rocky side of reality only swells waiting for his next awareness to burst.
The sun-soaked shining valley of my lucent life
Drains the symphonic cadence of ecstatic rills
Swirling around the scattered glint of nuggets
Carved out of the precious golden moments.
With sailing sediments of euphoria dislodged
They all roll in the turbulent cascade of time
In the torrent of the cloud-burst falling sky
Flow to the flood plain of terminal obscurity.
In search of transported treasure trove eroded
Buried beneath the strata of stagnant sludge
I wade through the marsh of submerged past
Mudlarking in the bare bay of tranquil twilight.
In the light of the setting sun fading so fast
Each time the surged tide of turmoil ebbs out
I scavenge the mud of memory layer by layer
Retrieve the gilded instants I once lived to adore.
April 5, 2020
Brian Strand's Contest : Completely Your Choice (35)
Dark clouds have shifted revealing the moon
Bliss bubbles burst forth in exuberance
To the rhythm divine, our heart does swoon
To highs and lows of life, we are immune
Recognising this dream as but a dance
Dark clouds have shifted revealing the moon
Knowing we are but dust, each breath a boon
Head and heart aligned, erect is our stance
To the rhythm divine, our heart does swoon
Our radiant heart, a boundless lagoon
Holds steady soul, in every circumstance
Dark clouds have shifted revealing the moon
We are truly blessed, joy currents cocoon
We are suffused in a sublime fragrance
To the rhythm divine, our heart does swoon
Each node of form’s pierced by the bliss harpoon
Romance beauteous, our soul’s dalliance
Dark clouds have shifted revealing the moon
To the rhythm divine, our heart does swoon
31-March-2022
I reached out my hand to you
The sunflowers burst with smiles
You knew the reason for tears I cried
You’ve walked with me for miles
Your soul is like a shining gem
Endearing you always are to me
I can hold you with an open heart
For the distance in the sea of serenity
You gently reached to take my hand
As the white daisies danced along
To the music of our happy laughter
With your heartbeat in a song
Beating together along with mine
Across the meadow with grace
Parting soft grass in a path of memories
In the flowers of Queen Ann’s Lace
We knew how to make the day our own
From shiny dew drops to warm sunshine
Along shimmering brooks with cheer
Each time no other like this so fine
Private talks in cozy pine needle coves
We shared all we found in new ways
Leaving love messages in the sky
As if we parachuted into the days
Blissful, playful, each breath of fresh air
Floating in our everlasting love to be
Landing on the field’s open dance floor
As music plays our song through eternity
Heidi Sands 5/9/17
Touches Of Sugar
Her Valentine bouquet
Carries his touches
Touches her heart
Touches it nice
Nice was the dinner and show
Nice was the ribbons and bows
Bows of cupid's arrow of love
Bows of nuts dipped in chocolate
Chocolate delights
Chocolates in a box preserved
Preserved is her sweetness
Preserved are her lonely harp strings
Strings for his heart to play
Strings excite at once
Once it began
Once a precipice
Precipice to seed
Precipice to grow
Grow, grow under the waterfall
Grow, like flowers to sun
Sun, sun so radiant
Sun, sun reins in it's beautiful head
Head he goes into passages of warmth
Head they go spinning out of control
Control their ebb and tides
Control of his head in the clouds
Clouds, clouds so cumulus
Clouds burst into nature's cries
Cry, cry an echo
Cry, cry a song duet
Duet sprang from their hearts
Duet, duet again
Again her bouquet gleams
Again spring flowers sing
Sing the petals to spring
Sing the stem to spring
Spring freshness permeates the air
Spring fertiles their souls
Souls began to grow from the night
Souls arose again
Again the clouds burst
Again echoes in the sky
Sky, now, a twinkle of stars and bright moon
Sky draping sweet lullabies to sleep
Sleep resting, embraced in bosoms
Sleep resting, spooned sugar
Sugar and spice crystallizing
Sugar drops under the auspices of tears
tears ...
crystallizing ...
connie pachecho
2/1/17
Well there’s Hooverville
on the edge of the river
haint nuttin boot flimsy cardboard
e’en with clothes will shiver
waiting for tension to be released
like a arrow in a taut quiver
major organs ready to burst open
cuz day r all a failin'
unless salvation does da liver
from a stingy farmer
nada one of him a giver
Hence a goin to Cali for n’ya
in battered up truck n wailin' wah wah
ta feed da chill n beasts o burr den –
‘cept un shaw
if me pa
will ever appear on Oprah
whar guest’s literary car –
rears into grand prix hoopla
An win free dim lifts us lock a hawk,
this kid rock will nah
dat he suffered faw a distant few cha
migrants we may be – butta we bah
dog on judas priest, Christ and allah
Rose of Sharon wool extend
da family tree
dat ma will live to see
re:
charging the Joad jalopy
in part from me
tink rin hands dat like ta mess
with oil hand stains
one mo scar – craning neck 2 earn
An huh tha red badge of courage
upon this Okie
hunched o’er with stiff back
while wounded knee
continually bunged up with utter glee
at engine cough fin smoke
to git us free
whar we kin sally in da pacific fields yipeee.
It's quiet now, too quiet for Spring:
Sere-brown matted grasses huddle close,
Clinging tightly to patches of congealed Earth,
Nature's chill bosom flinty and unyielding.
No wind yet whips up tremble in bush or tree--
Branches too-long barren of bud or twig--
Or ruffles gentle water's surface in the brook or stream
Of wild woods and forests, yet napping darkly...
...'Til warm breezes whisper, stirring souls and spirits:
Then do wondering necks snap to attention, nostrils flare,
Eyes widen, ears like antennae, twitch on high-alert.
Then do voices emerge, as waving grasses secrete their dew,
As tree buds burst forth, tiny gnarled knobs rubbing rheum drops
From their orbs, freeing visions from winter's howl.
Spring newly resurgent, resplendent, glorious, Inviting!
--As lovers loll the sandy beach, mingling with the moonbeams.
Prelude
This story is based partly on the Indian mythology and partly on my imagination.
The theme is anger, how it can destroy even the entire Earth and if controlled,
how it converts into a creative energy. The incident is from the mythology of
Hindus, which speaks, how Shiva the supreme God of Hindus started
one day his Tandava Nritya * or the Dance of Destruction……………..What was
the cause of this anger would be explained in the concluding part of this story.
When the Universe was in danger 1 of 4
The cascading spring of poetry or anger, start flowing,
When pain got absorbed, in one’s mind and heart,
And the agonies of heart, show their somber face,
When they dance on the lips, while words take shapes.01
The utterance becomes a melody or a loud voice of thunder,
Depending upon the depths, of pain and piercing thorns,
When tears start rolling from eyes, without stopping for a while,
Like the streams which keep flowing, without ever stopping.
When the waves of pains, strike high touching the air and,
The separation from love splashes against the sky,
It takes shape as a pain of heart, and goes-up like high waves or,
It burst like heated lava, coming from a Volcano’s chest. 03
Suppressed pain strikes the rocks, when they comes on its way,
The sea of turmoil creates a fearful noise, while hitting the rocks,
The anger then burst, like the sea surf covering the mighty rocks,
To engulf everything coming, before the raging mind and heart. 04
Considering the end to save the lives, the earth started shouting loudly,
As if the Tandava Nritya*, had started to engulf the earth,
O Please Stop, You are the God of creation & destruction too,
Have mercy, O Shiva*, O Please stop, your Tandava Nitrya,*
Or else the whole earth would forever come to a halt. 05
Ravindra
Kanpur India 14h Feb 2011 to continue in 2/8
Clarifications:
Shiva* is the supreme God of Hindus, who is also the source of all creations and
distractions. Shiva’s Tandava is a vigorous dance that is the source of the cycle of
creation, preservation and dissolution. Tandava depicts his violent nature as the
destroyer of the universe.
*Tandava Nritya* means Dance of destruction