Long Charmer Poems
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And I don’t want to miss you much more
Now you know what I want to keep in touch for
Cause I don’t want to miss you much more
You kept me from searching for something we each adore
Another knight leaving the fight in rusted armor
Closed your eyes and said bad luck was a charmer
Evil through mans vein
Supply most of the poverty and pain
Caught a tear drop
Asked “you know who” when the rain would stop
Plagued by unemployment
I do nothing for my own enjoyment
What if I was spoiled, would I write the same
Maybe I’m just a brat without a name
Couple of friends misplaced
Riding high, now their shame is lowercased
I’d say be mine
But I can see, you’re doing just fine
Going solo, playing water polo
Tracking wet feet in the dojo
Speak in violence
Got a fistful to try it in silence
Searching for something more to adore
But I don’t want to miss you much more
Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst upon the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
People have never been able to stump me
I'm a master at solving stuff
Like Einstein's theory of relativity equation
That's easy, that really ain't tough
If I seriously decide to turn on the charm
Ladies will have a real hard time
Trying to resist, they'll be driven to infidelity
Not a problem, that's just fine
Before becoming this irresistible charmer
I was timid, retiring, and shy
If you can believe that wee tidbit my friends
Got some swampland you'd might like to buy
What's that you say, you think I'm joking
Can't imagine me retiring and shy
Just ask my Mom when you meet her in Heaven
I was the original Mr. Shy Guy
Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst on the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
(lol)
She believed in love at first sight
was deluded and double-crossed
one more time put her heart on the line
everything she once had now is lost
never knew no one who'd dissemble and lie
stab her in the back as he looked her in the eye
made the mistake of giving him her trust
now she's all beat up broke down battered and bust
she who had the faith love conquers all
was duped deceived taken for a ride
if she knew then all she knows now
there'd be no heartbreak she'd be dry-eyed
what a charmer come to no harmer
he enticed her then sliced and diced her
he's a two-timing four-flushing freak
if anyone ever was the perfect portrayal of one
living on a diet of deception and betrayal
he's a true Casanova a real Don Juan
Dreaming is a choice,
Suchlike a breeze
Or a blooming rose
Petals flourish anyway,
I have dreams and - fantasies
This wave of fancy
Suchlike fresh air to my spirit
My muse - is obdurate
Assist in my endeavor
Stardust metaphors erase shyness
Spreads soothing stake shades
The bright moon
With its stillness
Silently watching over us,
At the bottom of the sea,
Fantasy of acceptance
With a backward glance,
To impanel who deserves
Becoming a seaside charmer
The sound of the waves
Swarming aped thunder,
Mysteries that magnify madness
A magic that can only be used once,
Invoked by the tides
I was literally astounded
Through this surreal event,
A dreamer soul
Whose kiss dispels all doubts?
In fantasy, fantastic feelings
Sight and story are the core
To provide the reader with realism,
Exquisite and vibrant
Bright - cerulean hues dazzle and deepen.
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: February 06, 2023
Wave Of Fantasy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
I filled the night’s chalice
with knots of desire,
ribbons rinsed
with watered secrets
of the snake stars
I drank the charged blue
of the soul’s sapphire,
brushed the salt-laced air
between heartbeats
named the pining patterns
of crystal lanterns
your sacred fire
and you drift beside me ~
femme fatale fantasies,
singing sweet, sepal soft odes
soothing aquatic angst
placing pink, perfumed petals
where I dream ~
promising I breathe nothing
but the pulse of paradise
untouched ~
as I slowly awaken
to the tulip tempest you’ve stirred
within me,
tongue-teasing
along your ring finger
while my nails roamed
the curves of your
contoured forearms,
learning the lion-mane lines
above your merlot veins
like redolent rain
thirsting to taste
the electrified essence
of your liquid lyrics
rushing restlessly
upon my rose-moon reveries
O, magnetic charmer
at the mercy of your
white-magic spell
even an incubus
shall hide in shame,
forgetting tricks to tempt
the timeless trinkets
awaiting to be traced ~
Oh, how I tremble
at the mere thought
of having love’s floral thunder
enthrall and excite me
in tremors of rolling silence
for I need you more than
the wanting waves
aching to
wash over the sands
I am the sighing sonnet
only the sea-wilderness
within the island
of your gaze can read ~
a mermaid mystery
marked with tides of truth…
“Cuddles” is what I affectionately call her
This sweet little darling of mine
No other word can describe this beauty
She's a lovely, she's sweet, she's divine
She's here to grant me my every wish
Never asking for anything back
My life, my soul, my reason for living
Peace and contentment I don't lack
Betcha can't guess who this is about
A doggie or a kitten or a bunny
Guess correctly and you'll win the prize
Three kisses from me on next Sunday
“Cuddles” is an absolute real charmer
On this soul she doth lovingly dote
Guys lounging round in their Jockey shorts
Know it's “Cuddles” my TV remote!
© Jack Ellison 2012
That summer night we raised our tent
beneath the moonlit, star-filled sky.
A day of hiking we had spent
along Australian trails nearby.
All settled in, did not take long-
exhausted from the rugged hike,
to fall asleep with nature's song
of creature sounds soft and ghost-like.
Before too long- asleep I sensed
my love's strong arm, reach over me.
I cuddled closer, leaned against-
but soon was pressured horribly.
Around my neck it strangled tight
I could not make a single sound;
such inner fear and total fright
when 'round my torso it then wound.
My arms were trapped, what can I do?
How is this happening and why?
I can't believe my life is through
beneath this moonlit, star-filled sky.
At once I felt strong hands tug hard
but could not free the tightened grip.
My life was ebbing, full breaths barred,
and into death, I'd surely slip.
My husband screamed, "I've got my knife,"
as tighter curled its hold on me.
"Oh, God, please save my darling wife-
from this huge monster, set her free!"
The python snake much tighter grasped-
above, a knife all set to fall!
At once I sat right up and gasped!
"Thank God! A nightmare! That was all!"
September 14, 2016
Premier Contest: The Snake Charmer
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Picturebook Princess
by Michael R. Burch
for Keira
We had a special visitor.
Our world became suddenly brighter.
She was such a charmer!
Such a delighter!
With her sparkly diamond slippers
and the way her whole being glows,
Keira’s a picturebook princess
from the points of her crown to the tips of her toes!
***
The Aery Faery Princess
by Michael R. Burch
for Keira
There once was a princess lighter than fluff
made of such gossamer stuff—
the down of a thistle, butterflies’ wings,
the faintest high note the hummingbird sings,
moonbeams on garlands, strands of bright hair ...
I think she’s just you when you’re floating on air!
***
Tallen the Mighty Thrower
by Michael R. Burch
Tallen the Mighty Thrower
is a hero to turtles, geese, ducks ...
they splash and they cheer
when he tosses bread near
because, you know, eating grass sucks!
***
Success
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy
We need our children to keep us humble
between toast and marmalade;
there is no time for a ticker-tape parade
before bed, no award, no bright statuette
to be delivered for mending skinned knees,
no wild bursts of approval for shoveling snow.
A kiss is the only approval they show;
to leave us—the first great success they achieve.
***
Lullaby
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy
Cherubic laugh; sly, impish grin;
Angelic face; wild chimp within.
It does not matter; sleep awhile
As soft mirth tickles forth a smile.
Gray moths will hum a lullaby
Of feathery wings, then you and I
Will wake together, by and by.
Life’s not long; those days are best
Spent snuggled to a loving breast.
The earth will wait; a sun-filled sky
Will bronze lean muscle, by and by.
Soon you will sing, and I will sigh,
But sleep here, now, for you and I
Know nothing but this lullaby.
Cheer there is such a thing as political karma
Sneer as your career fell off a pier Keir Starmer
No panacea clear nadir we jeer at sheer drama
Come forth King of the North such a charmer
Life so rife with strife & won’t make it calmer
But better go getter trend setter & vote farmer
Coup not out of the blue...Andy the embalmer
Outwitting Keir who’s been spitting like a llama
Might not become a peer or knight in armour
Rejection then ejection he’s an election harmer
A phony baloney Tony crony no Barack Obama
More banal bananarama than BBC's panorama
Out of date mate like melon & ham from Parma
Chance of return from exile same as Dalai Lama
Lost to a show pony time for a holiday in Palma
Jeannine waited for Harold to make his move
She wanted a diamond ring, and thought he was in the groove
He said there was no hurry. What did he have to prove?
He was a charmer, and his lines were smooth.
He won’t buy the cow if the milk is free
Said her mom, her uncle, and her weird Daddy.
She ignored their warnings, with a tee-hee-hee.
After all, she told her sisters, they are not me.
Harold has never proposed, but Jeannine has done it twice.
She swallowed her pride and neither time was really nice.
He is a fool and ignorant, said his own Grandma Rice.
But Jeannine did not want her unwelcome advice.
She bought several bride gowns through the years.
That she might never get married was one of her fears.
Harold eventually got married, after fifty years of teasing.
To someone other than Jeannine, which was not very pleasing.