Long Charmed Poems
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From the first instant
my eyes laid bare
circled and squared
at the feet
of a Vitruvian man,
the one uniqueness
in my possession,
I was lust to your loins
as images permeated
and shivered my thighs,
I felt a rising veracity
to savour the tang of you
longing to rip your Levi’s
into little streamers and hang them
from my window,
while tieing your Johnny Rebs
to my planter box,
the world would know
you were mine
I became the seductress
you could not resist
relentless,
designing schemes
so Machiavellian,
Lector would
have been impressed
and helped
shameless in my pursuit
pulling out all stops
I acted unaffected,
but the sight of your length
made me drool
my first tell
finally,
the maelstrom
churning my gut
my hunger,
gave me away
under the slick
of your hands,
my body arched
addicted to the textures
and plains,
mania seized all good sense
I writhed as you rocked,
by the time your hands
released my breasts,
I was howling my release
a wildcat thrashed to frenzy
my tricksters hand called
and beaten by a pro
who could have guessed?
ME!
aced by the hand of a machinehead
It was July when I watched an elderly man
Lounging on the same bench to gather his thoughts,
As fingers picked worn-out notes…bowing low
Seemingly atoning for his charmed one’s teardrops, done:
In the fringe of nightfall, I began my warm approach
While this stranger rolled on, hoping dreaming
His wife were around… a tired soul in need of love.
Every time I asked why, the old man shrugged,
“ Because, because”--- his voice trailing off
While we counted young stars on flight above…
His face mildly glowed from the sheen
Of moonlight: from his pocket, another letter blew,
Signed by his dear Roselyn, with a litany of praise
For a woman who cherished all their moments
Through rain and silence: how the fondness
In his eyes brought me to embrace
My own tears after my Mama kissed the clouds,
Same month as this… unknowingly,
He buzzed a tune Roselyn and Mom adored,
As if fate allowed us to drench in floats of serendipity.
My Fondest Memory: Frank Herrera 12/14/2016
Clouds floating underneath caught my vision
like torn pieces of white carded cotton.
I was flying in the sky crossing ocean.
Red Sun about to peep through horizon.
Charmed to see changing color-spectrum
on my flight, looking through the plane-window,
overwhelmed, watching the sky-album,
amused to see me above, Sun below.
Sunbeams started to paint sky at random.
Refraction, reflection , diffraction dazzled.
Dawn-sky touching horizon turned awesome.
Gorgeous Sunrise made me just puzzled.
Once I chanced to glance amazing sunrise
resonating on rhythmic symphony
on splendorous view with grand surprise.
Sky glowing on sunshine in harmony.
Two sisters it seems lived near Bowling Green;
Each a beauty in every way.
One fair it is told with hair of pure gold,
Eyes blue as the sky in May.
The other brunette, the lovely Collette,
With eyes a deep, warm brown.
Two beautiful girls with masses of curls,
The most sought after girls around.
Wherever they went they turned heads and gents,
Would follow it seemed in their wake.
They were ladies of leisure, used to parties and pleasure,
And their father spared nought for their sake.
A young man came their way one fine summer day.
Debonair and handsome was he.
He charmed his way in, with each sister he sinned;
But he'd learn that their favors weren't free.
Their father was wealthy, his bank account healthy.
The young man thought he'd hit his mark;
But to his dismay he found out that day,
To dally with these girls not smart.
Behind him he'd left many hearts bereft,
And he thought the sisters the same;
But together they came and called out his name,
And their family knew who to blame.
'Tis a very small man who will take a girls hand,
Then leave her ashamed and in tears.
To be left in the mud covered with blood,
Would now be the least of his fears.
Because of deception they'd shared his affection,
Now he would deal with their father.
The old man cried out with a mighty shout,
And the young man began to grow smaller.
A small man I see, a small man ye be,
And never no more shall they see ye.
In a prison ye'll live in a prism I give,
To my daughters where they will keep thee.
There is no escape, this is your fate.
For your crimes now you'll pay the fee.
Ye'll live in the locket I draw from my pocket,
Until they no longer desire thee.
The sisters would share it, each one could wear it,
And he would be theirs forever.
Trapped in the locket he took from his pocket,
Because of his wicked endeavors.
Now the sisters it seems visit him in his dreams,
So he isn't too lonely at all.
Though filled with depression he's their prized possession,
Trapped in that little gold ball.
Kept locked in his prison to madness he's driven,
And the sight of it leaves them in stitches.
Never play fast and loose or attempt to misuse,
The tender affections of witches.
The Tears Bequeathed
Of frozen droplets’ ice water in his veins swamped his heart
little crystals of permafrost too rugged too woebegone to even
drown his open-ended sorrows in the tears bequeathed by the
outpouring void the downtrodden chute where his flute had once
Charmed her flow the lock of her hair the green amber gaze
now unbound in the bygone foreplay and symphony of dreams
‘Rose Perlemoen’ mother of pearls had left him a catcher in the dry
lost in transition suffocated by fanciful reverie teased in playful
enchantment pleased of seduction seized and then ceased in smothered
abandoned fanciful fantasy of infinite love of eternal longing
‘Carpus Momento’ spurned lover and seeker had tasted seedless
grapes of temptation once fulfilled twice refused ovules released
A crevasse had opened had wrenched snatched charging pound his
rhythm then closed over cascades of torrents in misty eyed drought
When blood reached his cheeks ichor resembled no virgin’s stream yet
an ocean of red escaped from jugular vessels as he lay on the ground
His final words drowned in tears torn apart written in ink from his heart
opened by her cunning freeze like icicle’ lingo to his child yet to be born
21st October 2016
Words Drowned In Tears Poetry Contest
A subtle man of such flair-
Comes and goes as in thin air!
Always trimmed neat his hair.
Never certain what he'll wear.
He's been seen in many rooms;
Master of bold costumes!
Where he goes, fashion blooms;
As butterflies emerge from little tombs!
He, a master of disguise,
Suddenly cool and worldly wise,
Evokes from ladies admiring sighs;
His stature seems to touch the skies.
He, a marvel and a mystery,
Like mermaid legends of the sea;
Such a fine dramatist is he,
He can be anyone he wants to be.
He, the man of subtle grace;
Charmed are those who've seen his face.
Expends allure that time can't erase,
Then like smoke, gone without a trace!
POET and POETESS
Eve Roper : The Poetess
Super duper to impress
me, since my entry
to world of English Poetry.
First one to appreciate
me in her contest.
And then onward
I feel special regard.
Also her painting drew attention
increasing my admiration.
Poet Silent One :
Unique poet on perfection.
Also my first inspiration
to explore realm of poems
where he scatters gems.
He expresses my feelings intact
nicely composing: Exaact.
Just to marvel,
always to excel.
He belongs to my next generation,
yet snatched my veneration.
Hilo Poet
with rational intellect !
In PS as I met,
whelmed on his competence of fixture
to match poem precise with picture.
Over all testimonial texture
on each glance
shows elegance.
Charmed with his ideas specific,
sponsoring contest proper prolific.
12/ 11 /22
First Place
Who is your best Ps poet or poetess
Contest by Sotto Poet.
Living charmed life
Purified by adventurous passion
As I continue to rediscover,
My captivating feelings
That invigorates my listening zones,
To feel the breeze from my heart-
-Linking me to my soul-
-To open up my mind,
And make me see again and again
How happily birds fly in open space
Hear songs of obsession
And feel gentle touch
Floating through air,
And not to wander
Like stranger in a new planet
In the beginning of new season
So I rose up to dance with the wind
Beat up the drums for the stars to hear,
And dance with me throughout the silent night,
For tomorrow might just be another day
My darling, my dear,
When I saw you once —
My blood boiled at once;
My heart was struck like with a spear;
I fell in love that was so clear!
Your wonderful eyes
Are like a calm lake at sunrise;
They charmed me forever not otherwise!
Your image is with me night and day,
And I can’t forget anyway
Your lips that are beautiful in the way
Like roses on a sunny day!
But that beauty of yours outside
Only proves your beauty inside
That maybe only I
Could see at the first sight:
But when you smile —
The sun shines brightly,
And everything seems alive around!
When you are sad —
It rains,
And no beat of my heart can be found!
When you are angry —
It thunders and lightning strikes the ground!
But even in anger you are beautiful
Because it’s you and only you!
In the world you are the only one;
Your beauty outshines everyone;
You are wonderful, clever and fun!
But I fell in love with you not for anything,
But just like that
Because you are!
And I need only you,
You and only you!
April 2, 2022
Shipmates headed to town on a Saturday night
Ready to party, ready to fight
Passing a bar, I said Let’s stop by
There’s a barmaid inside who had caught my eye
Local boy said I saw what you did
You hit on my girl. You’re a dead man, squid
I don’t let no one hit on her no more
When someone does, then that means war
So I said Please to meet you. I’m really charmed
But if it’s a war on words, then you’re unarmed
Hey, I want you to know, you’re number one with me too
What a coincidence, the same number as your I Q.
Can’t help it if this ole boy set her heart on fire
So back off if you don’t want to sing soprano in the choir
Now I may not be the brightest lad
But it was easy to see he was getting mad
Then I said sorry man, I should have kept my mouth shut
Because I don’t have time to kick your butt
Then as I backed toward the door, I don’t know why
I stopped in front of the bar maid and I kissed her goodbye
The local saw fire and his face turned red
He threw a bottle at me that just missed my head
Then he charged at me and I took out his feet
And he slipped through the door and into the street
I looked at my shipmate and said some other day
We jumped over the bar and went out the back way
I said to my shipmate Let’s go somewhere else and unwind
He said you’re okay for a Yankee but you’re out of your mind.
Portsmouth, Virginia 1965 on liberty.