Long Courting Poems
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“Valentinian Valor”
Oh wouldst that I could write of bleeding love
drawn from my heart by arrows from above
thus blame my fate upon the sting of Cupid
to ease the pain of simply being stupid.
Alas, tis said, my courting needs refinement
she’s baffled by what that Valentine meant
a twist of juxtaposed seductive word play
written by a novice in dismay.
Cannot the words of love be truly writ
without exposing writer’s as such twits
that they would wander hopeless in the dark
unknowing of the shelves that are “Hallmark”.
For when you wish to send your very best
‘Tis best to fall in line with all the rest.
©2/3/2018
submitted to – FEB 2018 STANDARD CONTEST
sponsor – Brian Strand
Mary the dainty fairy queen
Wearing a pale white veil rarely seen
Trailing after her in meadow dale, light and airy
Floated gently to a brownie’s eyes, name of Jerry.
He admired her smile, the daisies on her head.
The colorful quail leading her down his flower bed.
The north wind agreed to a quick intervene.
Lifting her veil, Jerry saw beauty forever unseen.
In her hazel green eyes, a curious gleam.
Approaching the garden from wild forest stream.
Convening his advisors Perry, Terry and Ned.
Jerry asked permission to snag her and wed.
They caught her entourage without a pail
Her unicorn gave out a tiny wail
Orchestrated fully by that fairy queen
Had the first wedding fairy land had ever seen.
Jerry was smitten. His own idea he thought.
But preening fairy queens are not that easily caught.
She kept her marvelous secrets until her daughter’s courting days
Telling her how to entice the marriageable brownie to stay.
Full and slowly opening in the room
a dozen roses bloom;
large buds once tightly closed
their fragrance open and arose;
a beauty of colors, lavender base
crimson tipped hues upon their face;
blushing pinks ready to unfold,
nothing better than a rose.
The whites open freely
as a single apricot glows discretely;
centered on the table, to the sun exposed
arranged carefully in layered rows;
two short lavender in front, the apricot and two whites
with seven tall lavender blooming in delight;
such a treat, some special thought
secured in love, not purchased just bought.
A dozen roses mark the spot
to say he loves me, loves me not?
savored with a kiss upon the cheek,
soft and gentle, please repeat;
gratitude, appreciation for the years we played
in the game of courting love on parade;
recalled now thru times of vigor and vim,
securing the memory of him.
A dozen roses given for no reason,
a costly price out of season;
but the thought continues to survive
in pressed dry petals, no longer alive;
while in the warmth of spring's young sun
love surpasses the short time we'd won;
beautiful and true
the lasting I love you.
Kiss me soft and gentle into old age,
write a love poem on the page;
who would have thought how far we've come
when life seemed ever on the run;
busy and rushing, we did pause
to keep life from slipping away just because;
hold me closer, kiss me tender
these are moments I want to remember.
A dozen roses set the scene
trimmed and tapered by the greens;
baby breath, full, white and thick
but it's the roses that make the mix;
a wafted fragrance perfumes the air
that carries heart and mind back there;
the good times and the bad,
the happy and the sad.
They all bring a tear to my eye
while on your shoulder I softly cry;
give me back those times,
summers warm and winter wines;
as life goes on, brief as it is,
we each had much to give;
but roses lose their petals, bend and fade
it is dreams that remain, keeps me safe, unafraid.
Inspire an old song from the 60s days. Bring me a rose.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1CgVvg9-5E
Hopkins just fumed, and dove for his iron,
Bud’s gun barked, and he fired right then,
The Pinkerton’s charged at the gunshot,
And stared down on the lifeless corpse of Hopkins.
“Sorry I could not get him for you alive,”
Was all Bud said when they looked on the scene.
“You’ve got your man, you’ll get your reward,
but there is some place else that I have to be.”
The very next morn bud arrived at the ranch,
and found Henry working out in the corral,
he said,”I thought about the things that you said,
there’ll be no more trouble from Hopkins now.”
Henry drew near, stared down the young man,
Said,”Well at least now you might have a chance.
But it doesn’t explain what you’re doing here,
why you dared to come back here again?”
Bud just frowned, said,”With things how they are,
I need to find myself a living, of course.
You gotta big spread and I thought maybe
you could use a man who can break a horse.”
Henry went silent for a very long time,
then rubbed at his chin, deep in thought,
“And were I to hire a man like yourself,
how can I ever be sure what I’ve got?”
Bud swallowed hard, and said to Henry:
“If you doubt that my words are sincere,
Then I’ll work my first year for just room and board,
To prove to you that I want to be here.”
Henry just smirked as he heard the words.
“How ’bout I start you out at half-pay.
You give me six months without a slip up,
then I’ll know the truth in what you say.”
Bud shook on it, could not help but smile,
but then Henry said one more thing:
“Also, you’re not to make eyes at my girl,
until I decide that she’s an age for courting!”
Three months into courting the woman
who's now my enchanting wife
She posed the question: where do you thin we're headed
I knew from the moment on the night we first met
and my heart had skipped a beat or two
But still I stuttered and I stammered as I gave her my reply
I would like to be together for the rest of my long life
Three foolscap of notes
were then thrust into my hand
Defining all the qualities
she desired within a man
Holy smoke!! I'll have to take these pages home
and polish up my game
But those pages were snatched back
never seen again
The next words that were spoken, I was notified
I don't do any length of beard
Holy smoke again!!! Thirty years had elapsed since I'd been clean shaven
Wondered 'bout this hairy face
what was it that she feared
So home I went, took a hasty reflex action
the whiskers off they came
Now not at all enamoured with the image
reflecting back from the mirror frame
Three days later I came back
to her homely little space
Not one comment, not even noticed
my newly acquired clean, neatly shaven bare face
There were many many days
when I regretfully shaved
regrowth of a beard is what I often yearned
The years have slowly passed and the beard
it has long since been returned
I cannot recall any details on the foolscap pages
from fifteen years ago
But please take note :
I must have filled the qualities she required
we're still lovingly together
For me that's eternal
Forever and forever she will be desired
SEAHORSES
We ride ocean currents
We are small marine fish
With segmented bony armor
Such an upright posture, swish
A curled prehensile tail, a tubular snout
A head and neck suggestive of a horse
Mythical creature with horse's head and fish's tail
We are masters of disguise of sort
We camouflage game is on point
You may find us on a shrimp boat
We whom swim in groups are “frys” no joke
Our courtship begins with a daily dance
We gracefully swim together
As the little assassins of the sea at glance
When not courting we feed, as successful predatory killer's
We ride ocean currents
Hippocampus we are Sea Horses
4/26/18
Copyright © 2018
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
For Poetry Contest: SEAHORSES
Evening was upon us and we were running late.
Our reservation at the Hôtel de Paris Saint-Tropez,
was for 9:15 pm.
Be not careless with time
for you will be judged.
My favorite garms for Héraclée eveningwear, are
a sleeveless white linen tee-shirt over linen shorts.
That works perfectly well in the bars and dance clubs
but not the luxe, formally inclined, la-tee-da Hôtel de Paris.
Let custom serve reason, not smother it,
Let obedience not be given to feed another’s pride.
We had rushed from a kite show on the beach.
We were eyed and side eyed - like sketch vagrants -
but not denied a table off front-of-house eye-lines.
You can’t look askance at beachwear, on a Riviera,
in a beach town. I was honestly dressed for vacation moments.
later..
I was dropped into a conversation
with a guy in a bar Peter and I were at.
When talking to rando guys in bars
I give them one of my more boring,
backup personalities.
Anyway, this guy was saying that
dating is now a “rich person’s game.”
I get it, things are bad all over, but here
he is, in the Saint-Tropez Lounge Club,
buying ‘Pornstar Martinis’ at €22 a pop.
Isn’t he actively funding his problem?
Couldn’t he bring a date and buy twice
as many basic martinis at €10?
In the dating market, we all hope to be chosen.
Status anxieties often speak for themselves.
In courting, glitter isn’t always persuasive.
When I met Peter, he was a penniless doctoral student,
existing on a meager stipend and part time jobs.
When in doubt, try authenticity or charm,
both are stylish coping mechanisms.
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Songs for this:
Someday, Someway by Marshall Crenshaw
Silver Heels by Fleetwood Mac
Lolly was a Leprechaun
Who lived inside a Tree
A joy little fellow
As happy as could be
He loved a little fairy maiden
Who was called Penelope
And every day he used to watch
Her swimming in the river wild and free
And she used to flap her tiny wings
And fly around the place
In and out of the bushes
With such style and grace
The Blues and Greens mixed in her wings
Shone so spectacularly, and with ease
And the little Red and Blue dress she wore
Would rustle wildly in the breeze
But she rarely noticed Lolly
For he was not her type at all
She was in love with Peter pan
And ran at his every call
So lolly became miserable
And down in the dumps was he
And started staying in his hideout
Beneath the old Oak tree
But the fairy Godmother noticed
What was taking place down by the Pond
And tried to get Lolly to venture out
Down past the old Mill and far beyond
To find another Fairy
Who would love him in return
For he had so much feeling deep inside
And for Penelope he did yearn
As he sat upon a Mushroom
In a leafy glade in Butterfly Wood
He saw another little Fairy
So pretty and looked so good
Her found out her name was Mary
She had a captivating smile
And she was smitten with lolly’s bright blue eyes
So they began courting for a while
Now Lolly was a happy little Leprechaun again
Now true love had come his way
He would sing and dance the whole day through
Since Mary had come his way
The moral of this little tale
Never give up on happiness it may not be far away
It may be just around the corner, down by the stream
Who are we to say
When twilight sighs blushing cobalt skies
And evening dons purple on sienna brown
As rainbow colors sprout blazing horizon
And scarlet winds echo intimate bird-songs
Beckoning sensuality of two loving hearts;
Meet me my love, doting illuminant stars--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
When night adorns constellations above
And moonlit desires glisten your aura
Arousing titillation of your sensuous eyes
Hold me in bliss of your hypnotic trance
As you come closer invoking Shangri-la;
Greet me my love, seducing my response--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
As fantasies blossom in odyssey of dreams
Seeking sanctuary in paradise of ecstasy,
Courting our story in flirtatious melodies
When you strum beats of fervid symphony
Enunciating words to lyrics of our revelry;
Kiss me my love, crooning tunes of its ballad--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
Satiated now, snuggling bosom of dawn
Gladly we rejoice its affectionate applause
Pleading longingly for these feelings to last
Igniting their flame for one more glance
As we woo fervor of enchanting euphoria;
Cuddle with me my love, answering its call--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
June 28, 2020
Poem of the day on June 30, 2020
Placed 1st: Sensuality poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
I would harken back to passions of realm sublime
As melodies of beloved past endearingly chime
Appealing to yesteryears when love was in prime;
If only I could endeavor to journey back in time.
Strolling with you in springs of blooming meadows
We will greet paradise, euphoric thoughts renew,
Indulgent in amorous music heartbeats compose;
If only I could decode secrets, musings of souls coo.
There would be no laments, no recollections irate,
Nary a hint of grief, clenching strife would berate,
For heavenly bliss in your domain will forever elate;
If only I could manage to alter the course of fate.
I will restage how dear-Venus inflamed our mood
As astral orchestra strummed twinkling stellar tune
While courting your fervor waltzing stars wooed;
If only I could succeed to entice the doting moon.
I remember your smile, lauding blushing twilight,
Enamored in lyrics of hearts, fervent verses recite,
O, those moonlit desires would rekindle tonight;
If only I could seduce, reveries of romantic night.
April 16, 2023
This or That, Vol 17 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh