Long Couplets Poems
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Nectar flows from scent of tender embrace
Seeds caress flustered butterfly tattoo
Enchant dolphin piercing with gracious face
Musk settles to whiffs in pheromones’ hue
Lavender perfume saps sandalwood dreams
Engulfs curvaceous lure’s amber delight
Cinnamon flirts with sweet soft wick’s gleam
As nature unfolds true love at first sight
Suspense awaits harmonious free flow
Angels sound oboes in couplets of love
As lips taste crescendo and lovers’ glow
Requited passion from heavens above
When the serpent peaks inside the mountain
The poet’s pen squirts ink spells from the fountain
31st January 2020
Where did she go- she left me in a spin,
with words disjointed- where do I begin?
She took my thoughts held tight within her arms,
and now I fear I'm left without her charms.
My missing thoughts and words in pieces lay;
without a plan, they'll stay in disarray.
Where did she go, that artist of my soul?
Without her lead- no thoughts, no words, no goal.
My muse is on the loose- oh help me, please!
She's gone for good- or is this just a tease?
My muse is on the loose, what happens now?
I'm crushed, forsaken- this I can't allow.
I looked into the den where books are kept;
high up, upon the shelves, and then I crept
down cellar stairs among the antiques there-
returning to the second-story stair.
I looked in every corner, neath the bed;
no sign of her, but then I soon was led
up to the attic by its window view-
entranced, she sat, and that is when I knew.
My muse was on the loose to find new scenes,
and now beside her, inspiration streams.
The vision of the mountains, valleys, sky-
so beautiful it made me gasp and sigh.
Together we sat weaving thoughts and words
while hearing the sweet lullaby of birds.
I learned a poet's muse must be set free-
sometimes to find new views successfully.
September 4, 2016
~2nd Place~
Contest: When There Is No Inspiration
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/08/2020
~3rd Place~
Contest: Strand Select 5
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/07/2020
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Muse On The Loose
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 09/12/2016
(Iambic Pentameter in Couplets)
Reading David Rakoff’s book,
In rhyming couplets, really shook
Me way down deep inside my core;
I read and read and wanted more.
A novel all in poetry?
I think he wrote it just for me,
For who could love it more than I?
I’m sure that you can guess the why.
The brilliant rhymings all surpass,
In creativity and sass,
The best that I have ever read;
I wish I’d written them instead.
The author, sadly, died before
His novel hit the selling floor.
Oh, how I wish I’d had the chance
To tell him how his rhyme enchants.
So I will spread the word around,
A fellow-rhymer, honor-bound,
That here’s a book that all MUST read,
To knock your socks off, guaranteed!
First biological parents, Adam and Eve
to each other and for one another, they did cleave
created by God with His workmanship* divine
yet, they failed midst human nature’s whine.
First couple in their love’s partnership zest
both resided in great paradise crest
enjoying full blessings’ gain
but soon were banished in pain
when temptation won during their pride’s test.
Adam and Eve established first home on earth
Along first family’s children of precious worth…
Despite domestic conflicts, and relationship’s pleasure
Mankind now thrives since they multiply beyond measure.
*Ephesians 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.
July 9, 2024
15th place, "Clerimerick Couplets (hybrid form)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney; judged on 7/21/2024
Is a poem not a poem
If it doesn't rhyme
Some would state quite clearly
It is literally a crime
So lets explore, trying not to ignore
The many forms that exist
Some are common, some are rare
And there are some I will have missed
There are haiku's and limericks
Cinquains and triolets
Dizains and sonnets
There are villenelles and paradelles
Sestina's and rondels
Golden shovels and palindromes
There are odes and elergy's
Pastoral and epics
Ballads and acrostic's
There are found and couplet
Calligram and loop
concrete and prose
And many more than those
But what is abundantly clear
And I make it known today
The role of a poem
Is the messages you convey
It has alliteration, communication
Imagery and rules
It has structure and story
Meaning and musical
It has pentameter and line breaks
Synonyms and verse
Length and metaphor
A message to converse
It is a portrate, a story
A lesson on a page
A laugh, a tear
A philosophy for all age
It is couplets and emotion
Consonant and noun
Song lyrics without music
A story that you have found
But is it a poem if it doesn't rhyme?
Hopefully I can make it clear to see
That in this world of chaos
Free verse belongs in poetry
It is not about the rhyming
But the emotion within each verse
The pouring of your feelings
When your at your worst
Its the words that are the meaning
The message that we send
Not wether we search through thesaurus
To make sure the word matches at the end
So write about anything you feel
And im sure you will now agree
That what really matters
Is that we all love poetry!
Diverse Forms of Poetry
Poems, oh poems, so diverse and grand,
A world of words we can't understand,
Each type unique, with its own style,
Capturing moments, making us smile.
Free verse, the rebel of the pack,
Breaking rules, never looking back,
With no set meter or rhyme in sight,
Its freedom of expression is its might.
Haikus, small but oh so sweet,
Three lines of beauty, so neat,
With just seventeen syllables to play,
They capture life in a beautiful way.
Sonnet, the classic form of old,
With fourteen lines, each story told,
Iambic pentameter, the rhythm of love,
Shakespeare's tool, sent from above.
Ballad, the story that sings,
The tale of old with harp strings,
Rhyming couplets, a tale to be told,
A journey of heroes, brave and bold.
Elegy, a mournful song,
A heartache we can't prolong,
A tribute to those we've lost,
Their memory kept at any cost.
Limericks, the silly ones we adore,
Five lines, with laughs galore,
A funny tale of a person or place,
A light-hearted poem, that leaves a trace.
Odes, the praise we do sing,
To the joys life can bring,
A celebration of the beautiful and bright,
A poem that lifts us up to new heights.
So many poems, so many ways,
To express ourselves and share our days,
With words that flow and images clear,
A poem can take us far and near.
By Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S POETRY
Nice roses or chocolates I seldom see
from the man who long ago married me.
But I cannot complain, and that’s because
the way he is today he always was!
He offered me a life to share with him.
And we’re still standing though some times were grim.
I’ve never caught my husband making eyes
at other gals. He’s not one of those guys!
He’s kind of shy, but he can get quite loud
if someone’s trashing me. That’s not allowed.
Hard-working and dependable is he.
But he is faithful, most importantly.
Written 4/21/2016 For the Loyalty Contest of Broken Wings
Using rhyming couplets.
The ignorant ones claim,
I'm full of petty problems,
a slave to the darkness,
but if only they had seen
how I've slaughtered
malicious demonic sea creatures
that slithered along my spine,
undisturbed nor provoked.
You are the singing sunrise
to my sultry sunset,
weaving silver sonnets
from beige ballads
seducing my spirit
into sweet slumber—
igniting nocturnal
Novembers with
crimson showers
upon sepia stems,
because It's no longer
the climatic chaos I fear,
it's the calm you've crafted,
continuing to be
my constant comfort.
Your devotion adds
color and clarity in my once
monochrome existence,
as you've polished
the dimmed stars in my eyes,
they now glitter like
shimmering fireflies,
a reincarnation
of the strength
from Freyja's tears,
after you kissed them
with your silken soft sagas.
When the days begin
to dawn upon dreary dusks
you've aromatized my
universe with summer scents.
Thor's thunder could
not demolish our
kind of spring as
our celestial spirits
float around the nine realms.
A part of you will
forever rhyme as
clusters of couplets
fated to be,
the rest of you flow
like simple stanzas
of empathic free verse.
As my story will make
Odin ashamed, and
Fenrir cry, so when all
the beauty of butterflies
congest my throat,
preventing me from
pouring dreams of
stardusts upon
your selfless quill…
always remember us
for the times we swayed
and enclasped into
our own silhouette,
running from the
stormy disarray of society’s
serpentines,
swimming in Satanic
sapphire seas.
Whilst the debt I owe
for your generosity will drown
me in endless poetry,
floating on metaphors
without blueprints,
keeping the vampires
from Beelzebub's door,
releasing me from the
chains of uncertainty …forevermore.
you so amuse me , you do!
with your belief in voodoo,
stitching two toys together,
will not bond us forever,
two leaves in fold of a page,
will not stop love disengage,
but when our two hearts are true,
they stick with no special glue!
you trap my legs with ankles,
grasp me, tight arms with bangles,
night will not steal me away,
still be here in bright of day!
I will tell what I adore,
so from now on doubt no more,
those dark black eyes when I see,
when longingly look at me,
sensuous smile you bring on,
cheers me more than any dawn,
beat of your heart against mine,
is paradise I define,
love’s rock is its purity,
worst enemy~vanity,
For ever I shall love you,
till my last breath will be true,
so my darling believe me,
as I ask you on my knee,
marry me to be with you,
our true love needs no voodoo!!
‘From the heart’ poetry contest
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
written 19/10/2020
couplets 7 syllables each line
wave me a light in midst of gloom,
boundless your mercy, give me room,
candle I light for you with hope,
oh! please my Lord, throw us a rope!
world is torn asunder by hate,
evil rides the stallion called fate,
devil is master, none can cope,
oh, please my lord, throw us a rope!
innocents die ere they can smile,
their mother’s besides in a pile,
those who survive, there is no scope,
oh, please my lord, throw us a rope!
you created us in few days,
can resolve this in quicker ways,
show us light, in darkness we grope,
oh, please my lord, throw us a rope!
Premier contest winner 7
Written 26/10/2023
8 syllables each line
with rhyming couplets with the last line repeated.
Regina Macintosh sponsored
October’s story contest
this October is not celebration for many