Long Courtship Poems
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When a bee flies around the flowery garden;
When zephyr from the sea breezes over;
And when sunbeams slowly rising;
Oh I sense that love is coming.
When tiger and lioness yearningly play in the woodland;
When caged love birds so sweetly sing together;
And when from Asotea I see your mystic smile;
Gee! I feel love is getting nearer.
When from above God stared at His Adam;
And look upon his need of companion;
‘Till He let him sleep and break his rib;
Then yes! I surely believe that love is here;
For out of it He created Eve.
To Mr. Michael, Bard of Theatrical Yearning,
Your words, like ivy, wind and wind — ornate, impassioned, almost divine.?But I write now with a quieter pen, one that bleeds not drama but truth again.
You call me complacent — a muse asleep??Dear sir, I have only grown quiet to keep?From drowning in tides too high, too fast,?Where your feelings arrive dressed in velvet and masks.
I do not miss the romance, oh no —?I see it in spades in your letter’s flow.?Your charm, your wit, your desperate fire?Could set a room — or a theater — entire?Ablaze with sighs. But is it me you seek??Or the thrill of the line, the applause you tweak?
You jest and gesture, you pine and pose,?With metaphors grand and poetic throes.?Yet when I crave the man, not the play,?You vanish behind the roles you portray.
I’ve not been unmoved — I’ve been overwhelmed,?As if love were a ship, and you at the helm?Would rather paint storms than steer us home,?Sailing in circles through froth and foam.
I do not need sonnets or grand design —?Just you — uncostumed, unpolished, plain-spine.?Tell me your fears, not your fables or plays.?Let’s talk like two souls who’ve walked real days.
I treasure your heart, your laughter, your flame,?But love is not born of performance or fame.?It’s patience. It’s presence. It’s pause and breath —?Not a whirlwind courtship staged near death.
So here I am, not lost, nor cold —?But tired of tales so lush and bold?They leave no room for quiet truth.?I do not need a knight in youth,?But a partner who can sit and stay —?Not just enchant, then flit away.
If you wish a union, as you say you do,?Meet me not in sonnets — but simply in you.
Yours in thought,?
Ms. Crane
Note: This is a sequel to “December 3, 2000” by a dear poetic friend. Please go check out his wonderful poem for context.
I'm grieving...in dis crazy world lies death & deceit
its discreet so I'm not amazed who isn't aware of these truths.
nowadays we can't tell who's being honest, some call it broken promises
...why their heart turned cold and they developed trust issues
when someone didnt make good on their word, perfection...
is so unheard of but that's almost what we expect.
so what happens when someone slips up, it feels like bullets
rippin threw ligaments & tissue its a dead issue
trying to make good on everything you say, yeah dat is kinda cliche.
At the beginning it is sweet, courtship and thoughts
of that man or woman that will sweep us off our feet
but no one & nothin prepares us for the half truths & dishonesty...
nothin is promised nowadays so people trust their instincts
and go off on past experiences learning from the decisions they make
I use to despise those who let this world get the best of them but I sympathize yeah I can
relate,
so threw it all that is unknown difference is I chose to walk by faith.
the crazy things those apes do
they say they dance away
for lazy Bazie with a daisy
they move-move a gentle groove
the g a y games they play all day
for lazy Bazie with a daisy
the crazy things those apes do
for lazy Bazie with a daisy
they flip dip a backflip skip
tip toe sway-sway courtship
they stand brave like clay then stray
spread their arms a warm charm
kiss the ground spin round-round
to the sound and gave a wave
a jay bird flying up ahead branches sway
the crazy things those apes do
for lazy Bazie with a daisy
swinging in the tree in the sunshine rays
from limb to limb a head spin
break breaking every limb
landing on their chins
rolling and a giggling dying laughing
trying very hard defying gravity
the crazy things those apes do
in reality they're really cool-cool
for lazy Bazie with a daisy
4/30/2020
Arrow to My Bow
Cherumbim Of Love
Pen my Soul
Magical Ink Potion Restore Me Whole
Winged Heart Being, Muse of Air
Inspiration Of Love, Linguistic Manifestation of Purity
Blissfully At Your Mercy
I am Yours to Ensnare
Arrow Tipped Pen
Chisel Away and Carve
Your Most Potent Sigil In My Heart
Moon Brewed Ink of The Scribes
Sanctified by Dragon Fire
Mercurial Calibrated Poetic Vibes
Matrimonial Courtship Of Magic Ink on Virgin Scroll
Like Lovers on a Secluded Beach, Hands Knotted
Taking a stroll
Beloved Jinn Of Poetic Art
Enchanted Ink, Orgasmic Spill
I Am Your Humble Submissive, Virgin Papyrus
At the Mercy of Your Will.
Keepsakes
by Michael R. Burch
"... put out my hand and touched the face ..."
I caress them—trapped in yellowing cellophane—
and I see how young they were, and how unwise;
and I remember their first flight—an old prop plane,
their blissful arc through alien blue skies ...
And I touch them here through leaves which—tattered, frayed—
are also wings, but wings that never flew:
like insects’ wings—pinned, held. Here, time delayed,
their features never changed, remaining two ...
And Grief, which lurked unseen beyond the lens
or in shadows where It crept on feral claws
as It scratched Its way into their hearts, depends
on sorrows such as theirs, and works Its jaws ...
and slavers for Its meat—those young, unwise,
who naively dare to dream, yet fail to see
how, lumbering sunward, Hope, ungainly, flies,
clutching to Her ruffled breast what must not be.
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When sirens thrash, no longer calm the sea -
bulging eyes from every sailor on the ship.
Bye-bye lullaby song, where swagger’s carefree.
Even a well-seasoned captain loses his grip.
There’s boundless beauty in the courtship -
crashing waves, sublime figure-eight sensuality.
Still, seamen should know - there’ll be no round trip.
When sirens thrash, no longer calm the sea.
Voices bellow from the gorgeous debris,
“Like rum to you, matie, come and sip.
Swim into this chalice, take a look-see.”
Bulging eyes from every sailor on the ship.
When knowing one’s name, could make him slip,
merely a lad of seventeen, “Climb down, Louie.”
The sirens entice the boy to partake in a dip.
Bye-bye, the lullaby song, where swagger’s carefree.
As the whirlpool mesmerizes, what is reality?
“It’s been a long time, you’ve had a gal, Skip.
Surely you can see the blue eyes of Hawaii?”
Even a well-seasoned captain loses his grip.
A fool believes they’ll get off scot free -
more creatures join in, stern like a head sea.
Vessel’s bones, its foundation, crack like a whip.
‘tis only legend…except, experience is beastly
when sirens thrash.
6/15/2022
A RONDEAU REDOUBLE POEM
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
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That opposites attract would seem the rule.
In chemistry and physics it is found.
And samples of this principle abound
from magnates to the smallest molecule;
from X to Y in our genetic pool!
In courtship too this law proves rather sound
albeit that some exceptions can confound,
but I, for one, missed something from my school.
Past meeting, polar minds need intersection-
acceptance, awe, same goals desired to seek.
Else how can there be mutual affection
if two cannot match up? Love can be bleak!
Where’s a plain equation? Now dejection
has taken hold of me. I scale no peak!
For the Equations Contest of Anthony Slausen
From Ukraine with Love
One day you were on-line and my life began
A long-distance courtship was not in the plan
But you were significant, mysterious and bright
My wonder from Ukraine we spoke day and night
Your friends tried to tempt, see if I’d fall
If I was a liar, a player and give them a call
But with your brown eyes and beautiful hair
I turned others down for your magical stare
After two years, of visits, struggle and toil
You arrived with your son at number 2 terminal
And then you were in London visa in hand
Two years of hard work to achieve what we planned
When I look at you, fifteen years have been brill
Your courage and determination never failing to thrill
My Taurean darling, our survival, less than one percent
My Aquarius freedom, means our love's heaven sent.
David cox 10/03/20
July 25th, 1996 tied the Gordian knot,...
(I spent noose cents)
begot deux daughters, the major events
both since flew cuckoo's nest,
the eldest angry at papa for offense
sieve behavior fatherly bond
forever sundered permanent rents
unforgiving progeny vents
bile, explosive vitriol whence...
Aye yen for bachelorhood every
now and again doth mildly abate
after saying "I do...,"
when axed by justice of peace
nearly two dozen years wedded
bull hissing, rest assured
I will abbreviate
encapsulate, fulminate, narrate...
and forthrightly admit,
yours truly oft times
yearned to abdicate
spousal unbridled warfare and injustice
reason enough to abnegate
null and void husbandry role
ex post facto finding thyself
questioning pledging troth even
Frosty the snowman would abominate
to say "screw this -
marriage nut for me"
bolt in a huff boot (dang)
ne'er did absquatulate
altercations that adhere
to rule of physics
and tended to accelerate
as muzzled, neigh saying saddled
former groom did
lament and accentuate
his physical needs,
she did not accommodate,
cuz this solitary soul
(with good n plenti horse sense),
never did fully acculturate
with female species,
one whose blunt cold front
seemed to accumulate growing
gripe list bestowed courtesy this mate
tit for tat wrathful pitiless,
(not so cherry) feedback unmatched
within annotated coupled courtship of fools,
this scrivener with steely
iron maiden breastplate,
nonetheless did rack up and accumulate
battle scars hitting bullseye,
since donned with
corrective vision spectacles
hen pecking, needling termagant
untameable shrew did acerate
(worse fate than death -
validated by grim reaper)
avowed covenant thru torturous years
exponentially punishing innocent soul
(slightly biased) did acervate
popping one after
another over the counter acetylsalicylate,
no ampule adequate
to relieve permanent suffering,
thus lifetime electric shock treatment,
nsync quaffing prescription
kool aid battery acidulate
ineffective to activate
palliative, and restore
liberty (yeah) sense and sensibility
subsequently providing freedom
against further wifely scourges
whereby Doctor Phil Ander
refused to adjudicate,
perhaps understandable why I advocate
selfless mercy killing (euthanasia)
for this urbane country bumpkin.