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Still a novice,
pushed into world of avarice.
Hearts gilded with greed,
beautifully masked faces, so sweet indeed!
Faces elated under twinkling night,
welcoming your journey,
in the corner, plotting,
cruel indeed!
Smiling lips, Scintillating eyes,
feeding on your sorrows to survive.
Still a tyro,
struggling to thrive.
Anima ingrained with misdeed,
charmingly masked malice, sugary indeed!
Faces basking under scorching sun,
congratulating on your success,
in the neck of the woods, conspiring,
callous indeed!
Dancing body, singing voice,
waiting for your sorrow to arrive!
sristi
a vagabond
Amaryllis is called naked lady
Bloodroots’ leaves bright not shady
Calla Lilly shows face as a bowl
Dog's mercury sounds no howl
Eastern red bud grows in valley
Freesia's known for fragrance rally
Ghost flower belongs to figwort group
Heathers hang on stem bodily makes loop
Impatiens sway with beaming eye
Jasmine's color captivates no one can deny
Kangaroo paw dances with smile
Lily of the Nile poses with style
Marigold is unmarried has no groom
Narcissus has Greek mythology abloom
Orchids' in high Valley charmingly bloom
Protea's cures diarrhea health does resume
Queen of the night vanilla cactus's dander but beauty
Ranunculus's with multi layered petals not fruity
Spiraea meadow sweet's a shrub smells
Tiger Lilly wears nice tiger's dress like bells
Umbrella's top shed has of Cosmos yellow
Viburnums are together clustered fellow
White Rock Rose's soft no rocky sight
Xanthorrhoea is of Australia's bright
Yellow Anemona's beauty butter cup size
Zinnia means offers of goodness prizes
Written on: 20th April 2016
Spring Abecadarian Contest Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
I am love’s kiss eternal
leaning upon
the lips of loyalty
O artisan of relentless flare
I validate every verse you vent
vehemently breathing
through the sighing silence ~
venerating this sculpted ivory skin
stirred and awakened
by your inherent intuition
charmingly echoing
amidst the faithful fingers
of your passionate soul;
a carved creation
chiseled in chivalry
draped in the desire
of a destiny designed
engraved away
from the ruthless rays
of the sinister sun…
I am awake…
no longer a marble metaphor
but alive and entranced
within the shadow
of your affectionate allegiance
listening to the
aroma of this ache
tracing this toned silhouette
resembling the translucent
textures of the moon ~
deaf to the twilight
chimes of the sky,
as the clay of life
nevermore comprehends
this ethereal vow,
this undeniable flame
softened through
the stone-warm touch of truth ~
as your creative choreography
of calligraphy
caresses every curve
embracing imperfect perfection
like I am
the undressed dream
you have forever wrapped
in porcelain patience
like angel-feathered Venus
with blushing wings
of gothic grace ~
scattered seashells
adorned where
thoughts of infinity tiptoe
through Aphrodite’s galaxies
beneath flickers of reveries…
and I belong to no other
but the paradise
within your familiar hands
holding the hope
that dwells within
the heavens of my heart’s pulse
like a forsaken talisman ~
the kismet rose...thornless,
only you were
fated to keep ~
the embossed emblem
of love
even time itself
cannot defy
*Inspired by the artwork "
Pygmalion and Galatea by Jean-Léon Gérôme"
Up the river and down the stream
Across the green meadows
In pastures beholding calm
Among the many willows
Between the numerous rams
In lands long left fallow
Lies the beautiful Maiden.
Many times has she been here
Enjoying the environment so serene
It might be pristine
Listening to the birds singing alone
Though to her that is fine
With her thoughts alone
She has visited the wonderland.
She has already visited
The charming Prince
In the castle long enchanted
Wondering at the beauty and elegance
Of the castle charmingly decorated
Leaving young and old in entrance
Of the rare beauty of the castle.
I thought after so many “let it go”,
I came to a choice so interesting!
Indeed interesting he was on first meeting.
My best friend I called and talked to her about him all the night!
“Wow! interesting...when are you presenting him to me?"
I giggled at this for I loved his way of saying “interesting…”
Dreamily I remembered his complimenting me on my look;
Any explanation came to my mouth to cover my blush.
He smiled so charmingly, “interesting…” and this kept repeating.
I came back home with the word “interesting”, a music note in my head.
My friend we met soon; he shook hand so gracefully with her, admiring her watch.
“Interesting... this watch…” she rolled her eyes while he addressed the waiter.
We suppressed a giggle; but night was filled with so many “interesting” that I felt dizzy and kept avoiding my friend's eyes.
In the fresh room, she mocked me "interesting!"and she could not stop laughing.
Home I came back, depressed and hating the word “interesting” forever!
Mind churned all night with word “interesting” and when at early dawn,
he called me to meet him, it just came out “Eh…I don’t think so…”
“Why…?” he sounded deceived. (…because I find you so uninteresting now!)
Thought gave place to courtesy “Excuse me but sorry…eh.. my ex came back…
…hope you understand...” The phone rang off tone answered me.
“Goodbye Mr Interesting!” I laughed loud and made myself an interesting breakfast!
25/09/16
Interesting by John Lawless
27/09/16 - NA
13/10/16
Take the Dagger from my heart please 2 by Broken Wings
14/10/16 -Placed 3rd
Thank you, God, for making me a female,
one so strong, cheerful and alive!
The weaker sex? I guess! If being frail
can serve me, I will anything contrive!
A tire flat? Out of gas? I use
“femininity” when in a fix.
I do it oh so charmingly - this ruse-
used by clever chicks like politics!
Those that share my gender cast a spell,
and In our sex are pleasant aspects found.
In art of conversation we excel.
By friendship and by loyalty we are bound.
***** envy? Me? I like your plan,
I am happy not to be a man!
For the the What Makes You Happy old - new poem Poetry Contest
of Royal Ninja~
HEAVEN'S NATURE WITNESS OUR DREAM
Outstretched maternal skies
bleeding slowly as the sun smiles,
running golden rays
fugue flux flowed by,
frozen bear-shaped clouds
extend their arms to hug the beams.
Charmingly, the light meets
the earth with a tender embrace...
Escaped warmth escalates,
it raise the speed of roses blush,
dew caressing snake-grass dried in flash,
gold-and-black striped wasps kiss---
the red apples chin and oh how sweet
even the nestled mistrels began to sing!
Skirt-lair of violets and lilacs puff
luring scents, it populates the atmosphere.
Finger-tantalized tendrils of hair
stroke repeatedly the whistling wind,
gently I clap my hands:
an accompaniment to thumps and stomps
of the two children laughing, dancing 'round and 'round.
Beside me, I hear his heart, beats! Beats! B-e-a-t...!
Beating like a little butterfly fluttering greet,
he planted a silky kiss atop my head.
Under the windows of gigantic trees,
the heavens witness the fruits,
we long dream.
When Cupids arrow land
finally hitting the right hearts:
"Imperfect but perfectly matched"...
Love mimics the tone of evergreens,
the sadness throbs tearing twang
it will be readily forgotten,
unmindful of the questions: how and why...
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***FREE VERSE - other term "vers libre", a form that doesn't use or follow a specific consistent meter; a regular rhyme and a particular number of lines. It is based on normal pauses and natural rhythmical phrases as compared to the artificial constraints of normal poetry.
***I love this poetry form because it allows me to write artistically; pattern;incorporate;narrate and include a bit of everything about other poetry forms: rhymes, alliteration, personification, metaphor, prose, rhythm, sounds etc. I as well can limit two lines with its syllable count to achieve beat and intensity. I alone can limit my pen.
Lastly, it underlines POETRY FREEDOM and POETRY EXPRESSION not limited by rules.
***For the contest: Poetry Writing #1
Sponsor: Broken Wings***
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
1:16 pm, December 16, 2015
Although this seems a light-weight mystery,
This was a code word of war history;
Resembling, as though words romantic-thrilled,
Volumes these words spoke of fear, frantic-filled...!
It's like the radar of war times present,
Two lanterns if by seas the foes are sent;
Bells of the church must peal once if by land,
Or twice if the 'regulars' through seas stand...!
Revere rode from Boston to Lexington,
He proved, like a fox very vexing one;
The enmity that roamed like a monsoon,
Broke out like a premature child born soon...!
Winning or losing, like day and night, goes,
Man's or woman's strength, like the moon, truth shows;
The phrase short; freedom won; Wow! Longfellow!
How charmingly have you depicted this show...!!!
Something, as though divine revelation,
Had dawned American liberation;
History, mystery, poetry mix,
From blistery great liberty did fix...!
20 January 2023
Today is a new spring’s first day
Today is the birth of a new season
Today is another blessed birthday
Today is a special and memorable Sunday
Indeed, it’s a novel or a new creation
The sky is adorned, decorated with white and blue
And the same colors mirrored in the dormant ocean
The sun is charmingly shining. What a pristine view
To notice, observe and admire in the firmament anew
Oh! Very far a few constellations gleefully welcome the season
Where countless trees bloom with baby buds and colorful
Petals and sepals. Spring arrives timely; it’s wonderful
To contemplate the returns of myriads of exotic birds
That are chirping and singing songs of hope and joy
Oh! It’s fabulous to be part of such a décor and decoy
To act as young lovers in a pool of never seen colored muds
Oh! Today is the birth of a new and lustrous season
Oh! Indeed, today is the anniversary of a new person
As the adage goes, as we get older, we get more mature
We get better every day like timeless and marvelous Mother Nature
Like the forgotten wine barrels in the rustic and idyllic cellar
The new spring will conceivably bring highlights and wishes of happiness
Improved health, love, peace, laughter and more smiles of kindness.
Copyright@ March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All Right Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Whom the horse is looking for
Every day in the scarlet breeze
It comes and taps at the door
Have you forgotten your blue cheese
Is it the one I dream of
Accompanied by the charged shiver
Especially when I am burnt out
Like the lean exhausted river
The last time I saw it
In blue light it stood
The pink link it signalled me
I was in a restless wood
I tried to recall
Where had I seen it
The tempest and the thunder squall
Then the ocean of the mist
But how come I am morose
I have got nothing to do
With this equine inquiry
Then what for the blues overdose
But the residual pink remains
I have seen it somewhere
Beside the blue Euphrates?
My another mind inquired
A Freudian explained me
Your horse misses you
Your bosom friend of the boyhood
Longs for a hue or two
He reached me a magazine
Inside I came across the faces
Of lovely blonde and black women
In very skimpy dresses
I couldn't remove my eyes
Was in a reverie
What is it, the analyst asked
Is it the equine spree?
Was the horse now inside me?
Something I felt scary
Does Mathew still hold good
Was it the visual adultery?
From above
Dropped a dew
Are you living still
In the age of Mathew
Was it the horse
Yes, said he
Goading you
Into harmless glee
And my thoughts
Went astray
Last night in Paul's house
How charmingly in the sofa she lay
The tremor in the cup of tea
Now the horse again for the infidelity
I knew it for sure
It was the mental adultery
Now Mathew not alone
Beside him glared Mark
I was in a blind cone
This crimson sky how to shirk
Tush tush
Smiled the analyst
Without the child
You can't exist
You are living in the light speed life
It is the child that slows you down
Makes you smile amidst your strife
In the mirror you wear a crown
February 12, 2018
Loss of an Innocent Mind - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann