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Let the honey drips from your lips and spill into my sacred dish
Let the sorrows that you feel melts with the dark clouds as they fade with the beaten skies upon which your destiny lies, and the tears that is welled up in your eyes will break loose and flow freely with the inconspicuous breeze.
I have waited for this moment to come when we would sit by the stream and reminisce our last dream and watch the stars above us flows evenly through the skies while the moon on the other side will orbit the earth and roll its eyes in the age old dirt.
The south will sing a vibrant hymn and the rovers will get up and sing to the rhythm within, tears of joy will flow and I will finally launch a breath taking show and the vipers of the earth will watch in awe as destiny circles the contours of the surface with lights formed from the glow.
I can see the image in plain eyes as destiny walks up and down the endless sky with hands and feet bound in chains and a sign on its back saying that it has completed the game. It had brass belt wrapped around its waist and bronze bangles on its wrist and I watched wisdom drags it through a narrow road as it makes its way down the secret stairs and daylight suddenly breaks through the gate.
Everything happen so fast and the sudden mystery left me speechless in the dark ; earth comes alive and there you were sitting by my side gazing at the stars beyond the horizon; honey continues to drips from your lips and fill the sacred dish and the heavens merge with the earth and the temperature increased.
Our hearts began to grow and the wind began to blow and graciousness filled the darkened corners and civility spilled out in the open street and a crowd appeared out of nowhere chanting words of wisdom.
"Dance with me within the wind, then just let me love you" - Orania Hamilton.
Your flushing face in the wind,
ebon hair defiant, flutters unbridled.
Some swirl squally, thread the gale,
the forehead lattice captures my yearning,
lest like cloud it drifts away.
The sculpted window of hazel eyes closed
like the folded beautiful wings of butterfly.
Onyx dark eyelashes seam the lissome lids,
harbor the dreams in fathomless green sea,
lest like birds they soar away.
The lilac petals of luscious lips pursed,
hold the entrapped silence of longing,
carve on your face the contours of allure,
rippling on petals of florid smile I see freeze,
lest like rose it withers away.
The radiant supple cheeks subtly caressed
by serenading zephyr suffusing fuchsia blush,
candescent in the aurora of the sunburst sky.
Breathless I etched in heart image in the wind,
lest like autumn leaf beauty flies away.
March 1, 2020
Theme chosen : Love
Contest : Writing Prompt - Ten Words
Sponsor : Dear Heart
Lying in the emerald grass,
I gaze upon you,
transfixed in the moment, your beauty astounding.
I watch you breathe as my finger tips slowly trace
ribbons through the cerise highlights in your long saffron hair.
Gently I caress the contours of your closed eyes, then your cheeks.
Your lips curl in a subtle smile as I, oh so slowly, follow the curve of your neck
down the valley of your soft skin to your low cut tangerine dress.
With each lilac button that I release it falls away revealing your smooth ivory skin.
You gasp gently when a cool breeze tickles you and I watch in enraptured desire
as your bistre peaks rise firm above your bosom.
With the touch of a feather my fingers draw circles and figure eights around your navel.
Your body tenses, as goose bumps cover your skin, and your smile tightens.
I lean forward, your crimson lips beckoning.
The softness of your kiss presses against me and lingers for a long moment.
"I love you,"
I whisper and your beautiful eyes awake.
Titanium sparkles cast glitter in their deep sapphire pools and I fall,
lost forever,
into your bottomless loving abyss.
03/14/16
I am happy, without using any pennies
To help the waiting receiver
Who wholly agrees.
To help you admire the beauty
Of Mother Nature, observing the lights and lines,
Contours and colors.
To help you smell the soft scented flower
That's different from any essence
In a tiny container.
To help you listen the human melody,
The song of birds and the breeze
On top of the trees.
To help you consume the modest meals
That enclosed hearty ingredients
And healthy ideals.
To help you bathe the morning sun's warmth,
The evening gentle wind that caresses naked arms.
I am happy to make you smiling;
Even it’s a small smile in your life
But it's a huge happiness in my life.
If you ask me who my favorite artist is,
I’d say you’d find his canvases in my archive.
In framed landscapes of the auburn meadow,
pathways are swathed by sheath of amber leaves.
The blooming garden lined by the winding frail fence,
fading away in the horizon like the miasma of memory,
trailing the contours of fashioned imagery to the infinity.
The sunburst sky shimmers with the absorbed silence,
soaked up by the ambling clumps of crimson clouds.
A lone bird flies infatuated over the tinged thicket,
the wrought wings scaling the sapphire sky still.
The ardent portraits of nameless vibrant faces,
capture the poignant motif of anguish and ecstasy.
Feminine beauty fixated in chromatic motif of fervor,
dazzles with the passionate hues of the artist’s obsession.
If you ask me who the fervent artist is,
I’d say he is the possessed me.
Over the west Sun dies, oozing blood,
The hillside glows in a ruddy blaze,
Pink and crimson fade slowly around,
And a pallid shade taints the twilight haze.
By and by, darkness descends like foggy mist,
Wrapping the Earth in a blanket of gloom
And God turns on his ornate chandeliers
To illumine the world in effulgent gleam
Attended by a cortege of starry maids
The Full Moon arrives in her glowing raiment
Evading the amorous presence of clouds
She enthrones herself before the royal regiment
So glad she is in her princely state
And in her fair mien, she takes delight
Bards and lovers have often been mesmerized
By such charm surpassing all that is bright
Beaming, she gives the night its nocturnal glee
Beckoning us heavenward to gaze and praise.
With benign grace and regal grandeur she smiles
On kings and clowns and on all the human race
She changes her contours with every unleashing night
Constantly renewing and reveling as a glamorous queen
She leaves the world aglow beneath the blue sky
Lending the night its unrivaled celestial sheen
April.13. 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Always my love
Simple reminders of conscious belief
Filter my mind with the moon’s silver glow
Satisfied truths sent to spell my relief
All that my beating heart now needs to know
Sensual visions to capture the feel
Bringing the contours of wind sculpted plains
Temptations cry out for all that is real
Filling the void that I now can explain
Cloudless these evenings of star sprinkled mist
Shimmering soft on the eclipse of love
Delicious the thoughts of your warm tender kiss
Found in these endless illusions above
Memories harbor the times that we’ve lived
Photograph remnants of places once shared
Telling the story of all it can give
Building the dreams now worth capturing there
Still we are standing alone on this eve
Counting the points of the bright scattered light
Dreams can come true if we only believe
Whispering prayers on this warm summer’s night
Hear my desires a float on the breeze
Finding their way to the one I adore
Listen, my love, for I hope but to please
Biding the time till you’re with me once more
Down on my knees with my fingers entwined
Solemn requests I now send to the sky
Pleading with heaven to be ever kind
Answer my prayers ‘fore this night passes by
All that I ask shall be all that I need
Merely the chance I may prove ever true
You are my life and in that I believe
Always my love will be only for you
Good night Soupers
“The effervescent beauty needs to be embraced,
for it may drift away with the wind” –Quote by poet
The onyx hair untamed
Some swirl in the squally stream
Some lace lilting lattice on ivory forehead
Locking the charisma of the evanescent mind
Lest it flies away from the face in the zephyr.
The almond eyes unclosed
Eyelids blink to the tune of butterfly flutter
Eyelashes align with silver strings of starry sky
Hold the dulcet facade of dream-drenched charm
Lest it floats away from the face in the zephyr.
The flower of luscious lips unfurled
Dons the lilac luster of the sunburst dawn
Dew drops shine on petals with sparkling allure
Engraving the curled contours of the mystique smile
Lest it flits away from the face in the zephyr.
The cherubic cheeks unveiled
Spread jasmine scent in the seductive air
Caressing the face suffused with glow of aurora
Paints the passionate portrait of gorgeous glamour
Lest beauty drifts away from the face in the zephyr.
Down the stairs turned chiseled rocky steps
the bare beauty cascades like an ebullient rapid
raw grace of Eve glistens on the satin skin
tinged with the hues of primeval nature exposed
sculpted in curvy contours of Michelangelo finesse
and charisma.
Amorous luster flowing in the cleaved vale
carved between the ambrosial mounds
opens up on the vista of the ivory meadow
supple rhythm of scented jasmine allure
wafts on the canopy of the yonder thicket
and waits.
The porcelain ballerina feet as insipid as
the stark sorrow of the defoliated winter tree
half-way on the staircase stuck motionless
a statue draped in symphony of au naturel shape
moonbeam lattice covers her with silver screen
and enigma.
October 11, 2019
A Brian Strand 1097 Contest
Cave wall shadows.
Plato warned us.
Like Prince Prospero’s Abbey.
A cyber-dominion of masquerades.
Anonymity is a collective loneliness.
Electronic patches and flickers that we create.
The naked selfies exposing our genitals.
Neon carnival signage of our disposable selves.
White nationalists and conspiracy theorists.
They savor a bloodthirsty authority to incite.
Nameless silhouettes that sway against the wall.
These figments were once billed as democracy.
Like oil, an indiscriminate flood of marketplace ideas.
But we are still constrained by cave chains.
We are children of apparitions and appearances.
We prefer the dimness of our dreams to the brilliance above us.
We believe our enslavement is safety.
Our narcotic electronic contours are our engagement, our toy selves.
Our faces stare hypnotic at cellphones, our glitter boxes.
Our façades on laptops convince us of who we are.
We enter new chatrooms, new social networks like drunks.
We think we know who we are in our costumes.
We think we know our friends, lovers and enemies.
But there is great danger in the endless party.
The peril of the red death awaits us behind our masques.
Published Tuck Magazine 04/2019.