Long Candlelights Poems
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Sing Your Song of Joy
9/19/2023
Of all the great joy that you experience in living,
Have no fear of what any human thinks of you!
Of any type of poetic music you feel, when truly giving,
Worse, be not desirous of praise~it maybe quite untrue.
Just be you, a poem need not be an overly decorated cake.
Simplicity and truth, are stunning contents, I prefer best.
As I sail in peace on a serene, autumnal,aquamarine lake.
I read your poems aloud, on my yacht, you are my guests!
Being real, far outdoes, being a wordy-poet flake.
We exist on earth,not in intergalactic spaces!
Real poetry grabs genuine poets, for heavens sake.
Better yet, it candlelights your soft, sculptured faces.
Ataraxis
Of that, that lazed in the league composed,
faraway sights gifted reserve from activewear a euphuistic fence,
the settling dust of undisturbed light flickers an arrival.
Yon an ornate circular gate is a varied stone patterned garden,
and a sparsed generous scattering of diverse bonsai tree settings,
fronts a Sleeping Jade Buddha in misty Jasmine smokey vapors.
Beyond the Japanese Tea garden in its genteel wake,
rests a surreal koi filled pond and a Japanese lanterned pathway,
leads to enchanting bridged tea pavillions of seven in harmony.
A therapeutic spa in relaxed equanimity awaits guest,
to a soothing massage amidst aromatic candlelights and redolent sprayed oils from the Far East, as a koto plays, and a geisha nocturnes.
Pleasantries and sweet dispositions lay in its wake,
as a commensuration in the departure of an unfathomable regret,
sets the opening stages of a welcomed future dream.
2020 February 16
*3rd Place*
STRAND SELECT R,any form ,any theme
~~Brian Strand
I saw her walking down the aisle,
Her red hair untamed and wild,
Like she managed to trap the last rays of the setting sun in her locks.
Her sovereign face almost too small,
To hold the infinite of her eyes.
A childlike wonder dancing behind the veil of her lashes.
Her mouth set in an indulgent smile,
For she knows patience is a road seldom taken.
Yet she chooses to take the route time and time again.
My hand finds refuge in hers,
Like a thirsty wanderer savouring the taste of the very last gulp,
Before giving into his impending doom.
She dons the white like an armour,
A silent resilience in the face of fate itself.
Unwaveringly loving to every wound her body has sustained.
The onyx crown glistens in the flickering candlelights,
Its sharp edges soft to touch for the few who dared coming close.
Her black Excalibur has caressed more souls than it has pierced hearts.
I tell her it's no wedding,
That her body lay cold and her eyes forever closed,
To the world that had so much to give and a lot more to take.
Her eyes tell me story of a different time from a different world,
Where she's a new bride birthing hopes and growing greys,
Anxiously waiting to make love with life between the sheets of sorrow.
And I know,
I know, for as long as I walk this earth,
She lives in me as much as I die with her.
The light evening meal
Served under moon and stars,
Flickering candlelights whilst
Writing our memoirs.
Classical music;
Beauty to my ears,
Gazing up to Venus, Mars,
Thinking biospheres.
Accidentally tapping me
Underneath the table,
Glimpsing in my eyes
Like you’re ready and you’re able.
The buzzer sounding beeping
We both place down our ink,
A time to relax and
Not to over-think.
Carefully pour the wine
Smooth fruity chardonnay,
Happy cheers in unison
Homemade herb bread on tray.
Bread it tastes so earthy
Enjoying much to nibble;
Bread it is so yummy
Smiles, Winks…giggle.
Beginning on the soup
You made for me with care,
Organic hot tomatoes
OBSTRUCTION lack of air…
From Your human hair!!!
You just sit there on your lawn chair,
And glare and stare.
I want to swear and swear…
Though I’m choking and in in
In the middle of nowhere!!!
Life on Earth is like a burning candle:
When the flame dies, there's one to rekindle;
While it stands, we see our youthfulness,
Shedding light and melting as time passes;
And while the top is away from the base,
Exude what brightness your clever mind says,
For a strong wind might blow one of these nights
And douse your fire and other candlelights,
Lest a faithful moth might become astray,
Groping, and then taking her life away.
The time she rests on a leaf in heaven,
She'd thank you for the glow you have given,
Just like the greatest poets in this world,
We can see their wit through each written word.
12/31/2011
(A lone old male voice whispers to his loyal dog)
She came at midnight
Last night
You know
As the fireflies outside in our winter garden
Glowed
In a red dress of moving red lips that whispered of new dreams
Knocking like a reborn Anne Rice
Lestat
At my heart's window
Pleading with my soul
To cross the threshold and be let in
But I the stone warrior
Whose dear love had already departed
Turned and walked back into the darkness of my loneliness
Broken-hearted
For when true love once calls
In your lifetime
And is then suddenly recalled like a severe blow
To the amygdala
All one can do
Is wallow in limbo
For true love is like the holiest of dreams
One of The Universe's best documentaries
Memories
Forged by Brigid to endure
To be kissed
And be revisited
Filled with lovers and even enemies
And consumed in any rare moment
Like expensive Hennessey
Bright white candlelights
Providing light
In a new darkness
And a holy flame to warm any soul
On any given night
As it clings on to memories of all the people you once loved
And all the things you used to do
To ride through and hold back any new storms
Or midnight visitors like that succubus last night
It's why I put my faith in true love and Jesus Christ
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Anne Rice Lestat:
A famous vampire in a novel by Anne Rice.
Amygdala:
Your amygdala is a small part of your brain, but it has a big job. It's a major processing center for emotions. It also links your emotions to many other brain abilities, also links your emotions to many other brain abilities, especially memories, learning and your senses.
Source: Google
Brigid:
She is associated with wisdom, poetry, healing, protection, smithing and domesticated animals.
Cormac's Glossary, written in the 9th century by Christian monks, says that Brigid was "the goddess whom poets adored" and that she had two sisters:
Brigid the healer and Brigid the smith.
This suggests she may have been a triple deity.
She is also thought to have some relation to the British Celtic goddess Brigantia.
Source: Google
A succubus (pl.: succubi) is a female demon or supernatural entity in folklores who appears in dreams to seduce men.
Source: Google
Aromatic lingering scents
Shadowed dancing from candlelights
Touches of scattered roses
Stings tickling the senses
On the dim cool lights
He held her slowly
On her narrow waist
He circled his arms
He led her on the floor
As music rises
Filling the room
He swayed her harmoniously
Eye-to-eye, they behold a gaze
Hands locked for support
Hips and lips graceful
With each hug and kiss
Uniting with the rhythm
Whispers one can audibly hear
Movements conjoined
Matching all push and pull
Even glides and circles
Breathing becoming ragged
Exploration up for a crescendo
Arms clutched as feelings rises up
Temperature fires up, boiling fast
Heartbeats thundering rush
Clamoring for a liberated climax
Then it explodes rigorously
Unstoppable beyond reproach
Time cease and freeze
Sighing.. Reviving deep
Plunging with the moment's bliss...
by:
olive_eloisa
4:34pm
revised: May 06, 2014
Sponsor Kim Morrison
Contest Name Just Write
2nd place
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