Long Charm Poems
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Written: May 14, 2023
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Your dewdrops are bedazzling on dunes,
Hides enticing sparks so haphazardly fumes.
Your eyes, akin to honey, exude an inner charm,
Love embraced your fragility with supple calm.
My love, time has tainted your obsession,
Captivating every pulse is magnetic affection.
Your aesthetic evokes divine Greek magic,
Dazzling draws blithely on peaks, ecstatic.
Enduring aromas soothe my random fondness,
Pushily puzzled by odd bond built by oddness.
Magic is real yet scary as seconds tick by.
Fear incites harm as sharp shards cry.
Prayers to all those trapped in this maze.
No one is or is meant to be scathe or graze.
Mist emitted by crashing waves may stay.
"It is only me," I whisper as tears of hope dry.
Humor, O humor, you bring us delight
With your wit and your charm, you shine so bright
You can turn a frown into a grin
And make us forget the troubles we're in
From slapstick to satire, you come in all forms
You can make us laugh with your whimsical norms
You tickle our funny bone and ease our stress
And make us forget all the things we obsess
You can be clever, or silly, or absurd
And leave us in stitches, that's for sure
You can make us see the world in a new light
And lift us up when we're feeling uptight
You can be dry, or dark, or even crude
And still bring us joy with your playful mood
You help us cope with life's challenges and pains
And give us the strength to start again
So here's to you, humor, you bring us such cheer
Your magic is real, and that's quite clear
You help us connect with our fellow man
And make us appreciate the laughter in our plan
So let us embrace you, with all of our heart
And let your joyousness never depart
For you are the light that guides us through the night
And makes everything in this world just right
The humid heat lays heavy like a hand upon the porch,
And the rattle of ice in old mason jars.
There is no hurry here; the clock is just a habit,
And the afternoon keeps its own sweet time.
Politeness is woven deep into the grain,
A softened cadence in the yes, ma’am,
And a wave from the truck on the red dirt road,
Neighborly grace passed fence to fence
Like warm cornbread wrapped in a clean dish towel.
Down where the live oaks bow their heavy heads,
Spanish moss hangs low as river mist,
Guarding the quiet between church bells and cicadas.
Here, stories stretch longer than the shadows,
Steeped in kindness, sharp with wit,
Leaving the door unlatched till dusk
And a spare rocker waiting in the shade.
Where the blackwater curls around cypress knees,
And the current moves gentle as an old hymn sung soft and low,
Salt air drifts in from the hidden reaches of the bay,
Tangled in the gray beard of Spanish moss
And the sweet, heavy breath of wild jasmine.
Here, hospitality is measured by the tide:
A hand raised from a passing skiff,
The easy share of a fresh catch and dockside stories,
Warm greetings carried across the brackish reed
As if every stranger were simply kin-folk running late.
The evening settles like amber on the glassy run,
Softening the bite of the blades of marsh grass,
While cicadas tune their twilight choir.
Charm is the patience of the water itself,
Lingering, quiet, making room for all that drifts
Into the shelter of the bayou’s open arms.
Old men and women gently argue over who caught the bigger fish,
Their laughter rolling like thunder over calm water,
Softening the edges of the dark.
Screens tap shut against the cooling night,
Sweet tea turns to porch-light bourbon,
And the crickets take over the sermon.
No matter how far you’ve traveled or how deep the river runs,
There’s always a plate kept warm,
A place to tie off your boat,
And a lantern burning by the door,
Bidding the evening goodnight until the break of dawn.
I still like you
for the first time
serious and true.
Your charm is
the weapon you still
use with me.
Time and time again
the memories we have
still linger in my mind.
Though fate make joke with us
and we landed in others arm
my love see you in a distance.
I was young and naive
that I lost you in an easy gift
to a lad that has good intention.
That's who I am, a looking glass self
I put myself in the shoes of others
sacrificing my own happiness for others.
Now, you realized that I was right
in my true feeling, giving chances
for other's benefit for good intentions.
You me judge that I am stupid
to give way for other to change for good
leaving me indepensable and weak.
I have no choice but to give up
this love I have so big and understandable
believing true love will come back to me.
That was the case in the end to find me
in four corners to know the truth
to rectify that love for me once more.
But fate really doesn't sided with us
we didn't cross our path and leave no mark
of whereabouts, no connection, no nothing.
Until we're on our fifthies
that fate able to find us through some bridges
connecting our path once again.
But its too late, we have our own life now
our own family, our new friends and new fans
we ride on different boat going the sea of life.
The love we have no closure before end up
heartbreaking but settled, for in the face of all
adversity we once know what true love is.
Oh, shower me with your lyrical prose.
Set it to reach my pores—life is on scale of rose
Send me the light of a thousand stars.
An eerie enigma lies below—what induced scars?
Assuaging the senses with that charm.
As royalty in a red silk gown—my heart is warm.
Being lonesome is not a permanent state
Despite what the body may lead us to hate,
We are on a road that leads to nowhere
Yet, it provides continuous rebirth to bear
All we have are our words and memory
Friends and trip peers, heart as gentle be
Feeling lonely is only a state of mind
This is a factor one can cherish or find.
The vastness of the sky is still there.
A steady display of how we fit and share.
Written: May 24, 2023
come here my dear
sky is so clear
lets stay right here
keep our hearts near
i'll hold your hand
so strong we'll stand
i'll hold you tight
guard like a knight
gone is the rain
so has the pain
look at those eyes
there's no more cries
moon wipes your tears
clouds take your fears
look how stars charm
keep you from harm
my love lets dance
soul's in a trance
found love at last
my heart beats fast
soul feels a spark
lights up the dark
as our lips kiss
feels like pure bliss
when the morn comes
sun plays his drums
hear the birds sing
what joy they bring
at peace we lay
such a grand day
my mind feels tame
found my twin flame
Silent One
Simple Musing
19 January 2018
An experiment poem with four words on each line, all which are one syllable.
Grateful and content
That we get not all we want
To spend the present,
Feeling always glad--
By so doing even more
Happiness we add.
And when dawns the day,
O fallen fairy on ground,
That scent of decay
And beauty of thine
With that heavenly fragrance
Fuels my face all day.
In garden of life
Ye Jasmine are a poet
That says O where’s strife!
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Tercet |08.03.2025| flowers
Note: Night-blossoming jasmines never fail to charm me. Jasmine, they say, was a princess in paradise, in love of Sun, who thwarted her, and she threw her life and died and was born as Jasmine flower, hating Sun to love the cool silver of Moon. Ever since she spreads her fragrance only at night and falls off before dawn. One of simplest and plain looking flowers, all white, six petals, with a reddish dot in the middle, and what fascinating fragrance!
Collaboration, Constance La France First Sonnet, and, second Sonnet Sotto Poet
Dreamer, can you feel my kiss on your cheek,
the flutter of my hands upon your hair;
my sweet aura is one of great mystique,
the fragrance of flowers drift in the air.
Dreamer, you called upon Cupid for love,
to bring desire, passion and bliss divine;
but I am of dreams and from high above,
oh dreamer, lets stargaze laying supine.
The gold moon shining on us is fleeting,
for already the birds stir in the trees;
soon dreamer, the dawn- we will be greeting,
my love, I must leave you on the morn's breeze.
And you will awake dreamer- with charm;
soon, a lady will be holding your arm.
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Oh Cupid, luscious whiff of magic love,
when "love" comes it is a blissful feeling;
I lay in bed gazing at stars above,
Cupid, spread your wings and bring my darling.
Oh Cupid, rejoice with a flourish blow,
our love grows more intense and more divine;
sexy seductress Venus you should know,
you are sublime- like a fresh spring design.
Oh Cupid, find your petals to throw down,
from candles lit- a whiff wafts in the breeze;
and skies open . . . flowers make a love crown,
for seeing my Venus fills me with ease.
Shall we share this sweet enduring impact;
for to your love- I will always react
Written: October 15, 2022
Clear blue bliss calmly gazing in tinted hazy summer charm,
Cars are moving, music playing.
Sudden dim, turns into shade the flatland horizon in fear I gaze
the wall of death that chaos unknown, mothers nature's touch
Well known.
The cold breeze shunt my view at hand
The recipe is right, when your in this land.
this honey-trap, this leap of faith has left these towns with much at stake
That twisted column of water and dust, of building, of people
Much loved in much trust.
these mobile beacons of unknown reason silhouette the sketch of death.
In it's path those temples of humanity, those monuments of duty passed,
sitting like a anchor of hope in the path of the giants choke.
The innocence of nature has executed it's instinct and shown reminder of
mankind's weakness.
And all is gone by a funnel of ash, siren ringing aloud in terror
Destruction ended....here comes another.
He was a snappy dresser and knew he was a prize.
So handsome and so suave was he and oh those twinkling eyes.
Girls followed him where're he went for friends he wasn't lacking,
And he knew how to get his way, for him life was relaxing.
Others stepped and fetched for him and he had no misgivings.
This was the way that things should be, the world owed him a living.
Late in Fall she came to town, quiet and mysterious.
No one knew from whence she came, she seemed polite but serious.
She was smooth and polished with a kind and gentle air.
Dignified and charming, most people found her fair.
Some said her eyes were warm and brown, some said no they're blue.
Others said they didn't know and curiosity grew.
Randy set his cap for her, in no time she'd be his.
Like all the others she would fall, he was sure of this.
He courted and he flattered her using all his charm.
He smiled and strutted for the crowd with her upon his arm.
Like all the others she believed she'd found her one true love.
Until he cast her heart aside like some old shoe or glove.
She was a lady tried and true, dignified, with class.
She'd not react unseemingly, she was a proper lass.
She asked him to come over, she would return his ring.
He smiled and he accepted thinking one last fling.
No one ever saw him or heard from him again,
And the lady moved away and then the tales began.
Never break a lady's heart and leave her all forlorn.
For Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.
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