Long Courtships Poems

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Premium Member Scent of Jasmine

As fair maidens begin to swoon
 courtships light love's passionate  fuse
And love becomes a flower in bloom

Hearts  become more enthused
 While lovers  kiss under starry skies
 courtships light love's passionate  fuse

Scent of jasmine starts to rise
Like sweet perfume on moonlit nights
While lovers  kiss  under starry skies

 Their passions become pure delight
As hearts entwine with sweet desire
Like sweet perfume on moonlit nights

Burning passions set the velvet sky  on fire
Lovers are absorbed with new sensations
As hearts entwine with sweet desire

Spring brings love's pleasant  vibrations
As fair maidens begin to swoon
Lovers are absorbed with new sensations
And  love becomes a flower in bloom

2- 23- 2013
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Summer Loves

When gazing 'cross love's glistening expanse,

               The magic of those June thru August moons ...

       Was bound to weave the warmest of romance -

                      Its beams, the dreamy silk of summer swoons.



Those sizzling weeks were somehow rarefied,

               With breath that stirred a longing deep within,

       And carried angels, blessed, but just this side

                      Of being much too chaste and sweet for sin.



Oh brief, the winsome balm of summer days,

               Yet briefer are the courtships that they bind -

       Those magic spring-tide sparks, so set ablaze,

                      Burn hot-but-faster, in the hearts they find.



Tho' all those summer flings will find us old,

                      The embers warm us ... as our days grow cold.







~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Summer Love Sonnet" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "May 2018 Standard Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 3rd Place ~  in the "Memories Of May" Poetry Contest, Michelle Faulkner, Sponsor.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Old Fashioned Romance

Love, love, the old fashioned way

With courtships that lasted more than a day

This new modern age of total free love

Has its appeal but missing the hugs

It's straight to the bedroom on the very first date

Never a thought of perhaps we should wait

Back in the day we wanted a virgin

To experience together the joys of flirting

The coy little love words that promised the moon

Wishing so badly it happens real soon

Anticipation built up in our throbbing veins

Imagining that moment when passion reigns

Now it's “pleased to meet you, let's go to bed!”

Oh for the days of mystery instead

Thinking of when your union's complete

That moment when both are swept off their feet

That moment sublime lasts forever and ever

To happen today, the chance would be never



© Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Old Fashioned Romance

Love, love, the old fashioned way
With courtships that lasted more than a day
This new modern age of total free love
Has its appeal but missing the hugs
It's straight to the bedroom on the very first date
Never a thought of perhaps we should wait
Back in the day we wanted a virgin
To experience together the joys of flirting
The coy little love words that promised the moon
Wishing so badly it happens real soon
Anticipation built up in our throbbing veins
Imagining that moment when passion reigns
Now it's “pleased to meet you, let's go to bed!”
Oh for the days of mystery instead
Thinking of when your union's complete
That moment when both are swept off your feet
That moment sublime lasts forever and ever
To happen today, the chance would be never
Form: Rhyme

Sin filled Residence

Her sinful origins
Lavish countryside merchandise 
Sold as before therein 
Therein her father's cursive 
No escaping your mother's wives
Hours of gates in glass
Absconding measures hateful professors
Daliancing courtships of escaping slaves
Travel ignorant
Visit in spite where I succumbed too
Your mother's wisdoms I loved

Dedicated to Taryn Manning's Ancestors


kevin 11m
Sin Filled Residence
Sin filled Residence
Her sinful origins
Lavish countryside merchandise
Sold as before therein
Therein her father's cursive
No escaping your mother's wives
Hours of gates in glass
Absconding measures hateful professors
Daliancing courtships of escaping slaves
Travel ignorant
Visit in spite where I succumbed too
Your mother's wisdoms I loved

Dedicated to Taryn Manning's Ancestors
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025

Taryn, the following piece of music captures New York friendship and that, I've got rent taken care of to that.

Un Doted Losses
Un Doted Losses
Huuhhg, huuhhg

Cried?! Call
Hallway
Ever cried
Call way

Rounded strings
Parent darings

Love you going
Eyes in minds spearing

To yell when it dries
A city inside

Rounded states
Hats tilting despair

Losing footing
In a hand worth turning

Parents darling
Missed the meaning of spent

Before you return
City squares I've made,
Steps upon all ponds
Travel days, nights as dawn

World's go to run
Having all dreams in done
Yet hearing the shore
Foreign and open latching boards

We waste under joy
Bereaved he'll stay a boy
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
Romance, jazz spent verses
#kendalljenner

Hoping won't pay for Linda Diaz
#tarynmanning #lindadiazmusic #blackpinkofficial


Premium Member Life Is a Song

Chorus of ecstatic themes, lyrical refrain of dreams, life is a song,
Of valued relationships, earnest friendships, that long to belong,
Of courtships, love, and passion; igniting romantic flame of heart,
Of memories nostalgic, sensuous mellifluous melodies impart.

A passage on rough seas, vying abode upon shores of morrow,
Through storms of yesteryears, defying hurricanes of sorrow,
Traversing to joy of springs, rising from decay of wintry woes,
Aspiring to future of sunny days, exiting past of gloomy shadows.

An odyssey ethereal, harmonizing life’s verses, in stanzas of time,
A symphony melodious, extolling serenity of journey sublime;
In ballroom of glamor, life is an exotic ballet~ an enthralling dance,
Grooving doting realms of love, sponsoring concert of romance.

Sonorous is resonance of life, serenading bequest of benevolence,
Reverberating in goodwill vibes, defying grimace of malevolence,
Tranquil in hymns lauding reverence, heartbeats cadent compose,
Humming chords of empathy, teachings compassionate chose.

Celebrating life; applause and laughter abound, in gleeful sound,
When emanating from hearts and minds, tolls of felicity resound,
When treasured albums of love and joy~ prompt us to sing-along
Proclaiming in rhapsodic beats, rising to crescendo: life is a song.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Nights Were Filled With Arguments

the nights were filled with arguments
new jersey had a new prostitute
spring and true love, drunken moments
soon mutable to the crashing of objects
against the walls, the doors
freedom thru defenestration
how was i supposed to read and write
i would bang on the wall
hey, Quasimodo, pax vobiscum, remember
mans sana in copre sano
this is heaven here on earth
try Occam's razor for god's sake
there would be a knock on the door
Quasi had returned my Beethoven's fifth
earphones, boom box
i loved his courtships
he used to walk, talk
and breathe his next conquest
the ones he could convince
to leave the profession
gifts in tow, he would stop by, well
you're irresistible Quasi
she hasn't a chance
need money, a few lines in Spanish
anything for a fellow kamikaze
it was worth the silence
i could hear him above my own roar
my only wish was to teach him
pick on the tourists, they leave
upon his victorious return, the inevitable
he would pull the bed back
far enough from the wall
to get the banging effect he needed
gave her hell didn't i, he would say
and the inevitable always brought the war
month, sometimes more, and they would
have found a new patron of the bottle art
but new jersey took one seriously
doing his life in Mexico
what is it like to love a woman to death
i don't care to know
what a horrible thought
it is much easier waving goodbye to buses
no jail time, no funeral expenses


   Playa Hermosa 92   The Patient Stones

Premium Member Scammed

We    have been cheated
         of watching     the mist   on the mountains
of the        every day joys
        living by waterfalls       and mountain fountains
of nature in all of her 
        majesty        in daily display
Civilization      has     broken
        a      pristine earth      in play
to live        in the system
        built of tar     and cement
the struggle for its money
        upon things     it is spent
My joy is where lakes
                        and their water lilies bloom
where the prickly       cactus   grows
              and changing seasons     in each room
when the clouds        are  blown
              like feathers           about           in the wind
where our              considerations think
               left to men           it will end
Will you             miss the blue parrot
              neon yellow        chickadee 
gone      the toad           golden
              likely    too soon            will the bee
the dance          of        courtships
              where        flocks       move to mate
as         the corporations          poisons
              their death             is its fate
So  many         dead zones
              now exist           in our seas
left to those     who now        govern
              the worlds     bounties       now seize
If you           expose          them
             you could           disappear
passed            executive           orders 
             now     make       this law       clear
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Tonight into the Mourning 3

Without food 
Means to change station
As go the dying poor in document 
So must I

The forager 
Origin of contempt
Translation of bureaucrat 

My headaches not for information

This and this alone
Finds the civilized item
Creating civilizations

Spaceman
Sour Apple Ice

A hand me down
From a news friend 
On our street

Whom possessed the capacity
Of a bad gateway?


A spacemare lands her bright
Simplicity and amaze
Without charge
Her lounge and a courtships ending 
Where and how does a man resemble
His fortune after beings are conquered?

The post of California 
In lost postage 
Where has liberty wronged?


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Premium Member Violins

                                            them

                                            shapely 
                                            ladies    
                                            
                                            listen 
                                            to them 
                                            
                                            stringin' 
                                            yarns    
                                            
                                            killin'
                                            time
                                            
                                            kiss-and-tellin'
                                            tales 
                                            about 
                                            bastard beaus 
                                            
                                            failed             
                                            courtships
                                            causin'
                                            madness 
                                            
                                            like  
                                            shriekin'
                                            cats cussin' cool         
                                            nights' 
                                            tremolando
                                                    
                                            tears 
                                            drippin' :||

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