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Perfume: Entrancing Vapor From Nature's Tap

Rose petals plated on caste mold
Savory patent impressed on manifold
From Nature's palate sweet oils doled
Essence of extracted beauty flowed

Into fashioned vial tinged with gold
Nature's, vintage aphrodisiac bankrolled
Mysterious guise, transparent, yet stunningly bold
Onto suave cheeks the charming potion scrolled

Distilled love massaged into every, ivory fold
Enamoring scent suitor's, impulsive glands to hold
With intoxicating fumes, ephemeral beauty sold
To the salivating nasal ducts of every, unwitting cuckold

Delilah's gaudy folio modern women have deigned old
But with the rose's alluring, timeless scent still cajoled
Unpainted, unmarked mask; devious designs unforetold
Emitting translucent vapors that mind's eye does behold
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Woman, Whenever, Wherever, Whoever You Are

womankind has been around for a while
  hypno-teasing men with her wicked smile
  been known by many names starting with Eve
  Boadicea, Cleopatra and Genevieve

  she can fly-by-night, be out with the bats
  purring and prowling with sly slinky cats
  never a tame girl, sometimes receptive
  with hidden secrets, deep and deceptive

  see her in twilight, creature in the dark
  flames flickered when she was Joan of Arc
  think she has been here for just a few years?
  think again, them hills they flow with her tears

  woman has been teacher for aeons of time
  wrote most of " Homer ", taught Plato to rhyme
  as Archimedes' hand-maid, she had a laugh
  when he shouted " Eureka, get me out of the bath! "

  around when Adam gave out those spare ribs
  her name is on parchment writ with rare nibs
  her time here with us, a mere interlude
  battles over centuries, a bitter feud

  with men from the past and future I'm told
  man on her arm, just her latest cuckold
  well-rounded dame or seriously slim
  cheerful demeanour or chief sister grim

  close-quarter woman talking loud and fast
  words over-taking like a blast from the past
  so hard to keep up, so hard to break in
  leave you behind in the wake of her din!

  what's this I hear, is she now slowing down
  pausing for men, is she wearing a frown?
  perhaps she's starting to shuffle the deck
  departure dreaming on a very long trek

  maybe no point in moving on once more
  the greater challenge is here at the door
  as men they shout " I am invincible
  I've the biggest Archimedes Principle! "

  late at night she now walks the floorboards
  seeking a new role, a song with new chords
  " where and when will I go, who will I be
  will I stay in this land or else oversea ? "

  men of the future and men of the past
  treasure this woman as head of the cast
  whenever, wherever, whoever you are
  she will always twinkle, shine like a star

  bring her some chocolate, bring her some wine
  make sure she stays and has a good time
  but watch at midnight in case she's outside
  all alone by the road hitching a ride

  silver moonbeam and finest curb crawler
  then down to the port and onto a trawler
  far out to sea where she thinks of those days
  when Gods fought Neptune for sight of her gaze
© Ian Love  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Pri Madonna Primed

'Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude...
whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers.'
           (Quoted by Regina Mc Intosh)


Hung suspended from hive rafters hexagonal
Leader Lady Ruler Bee gorges imprudent
Heavy duty seeps striped desirous abdominal

Workers hover, rush beneath Queen exuberant 
Team enthusiasm pumps a syrup scaffold 
Propolis produces massed mission belligerent 

Numb buzzing bumblers fumble fated cuckold
Hunger for cohesion, gold body encompass
Busy anonymous paupers, sources unresolved 

Eager in sweetness, clan clustered accomplice
Reverently fulfills each gluttonous request 
Swift need swords stung in caustic redundance

Plump with pupae, flightless wings flouresced 
Polar iceberg cream honey hearts can't ingest




               13th January 2021

               Written for Contest:  Terza Rima Quote

               Sponsor: Regina Mc Intosh

Hisser Tile

Aite and Dolos have whispered
instructions.Her words wish me to 
deceive him.

Then Aite said to Dolos.
He will gain nothing and his ruin
shall make Zeus smile.
Dolos are you worthy of trust? Dolos
don't ruin my plans. That even a God
can't trust you. Might you conspire to
have Aite's plan ruined, I may curse you
before Zeus and speak I'll of you amongst
those how wish me as there's. I shall
Whisper instructions to your ruin, this
speakeasy Aite!

Dolos spoke and encouraged his deceit
to have the woman pregnant; but of his
ruin might he prosper and the woman to
be deceived by him. Than men shall 
worship the man. And Zeus will hate him
that he loves me!
Form: Ballade

Summer Song

Upon the mango tree I hear a cuckoo call, 
Its call returned by it’s  beloved one,
Sweet strident songs upon my eardrum fall.

Harbinger of sweet scented summer squall,
Just before sweltering  summer's done,
Upon the mango tree I hear a cuckoo call.

The crow builds nest upon crannied wall,
The cuckoo lays eggs, on its fill of fun,
Sweet strident songs upon my eardrum fall.

The cuckold's crown to the crows befall,
‘Tis a well-known tale, known to everyone;
Upon the mango tree I hear a cuckoo call.

Summer makes me stay in cool and shady hall,
The cuckoos sing, mate merrily in the sun,
Sweet strident songs upon my eardrum fall.

I’m  sure, like ne’er before, this’ll make a cuckold gall,
As it echoes through street and wayside stall.
Upon the mango tree I hear a cuckoo call,
Sweet strident songs upon my eardrum fall.

~kcm


Harsh Light

She walks in to the disco 
Feeling pretty hot
Glances from the others 
Tell her that she’s not.
Killer heels do just that
Lips a cupid bow
Drops her Prada handbag
Wrinkles start to show.
Downs a quick Bacardi
Drinking makes her bold
Confidence is growing
Away from her cuckold.

Geezers in the corner 
Laugh into their pints
Quick one round the back
Better than a fight.
Twenty each, bet is on,
First one out the door
Get another round in
Won’t take long for sure.
Lads all start to cheer him
Barely heard above the beat
Sweat pours down his forehead
Glass beneath his feet.


Heads off to the ladies
Startled by harsh light
Best friend at her side
Two cougars in the night.
She looks into a mirror
Mascara down her cheeks
Wipes her eyes, full of doubt 
The company she seeks.
Another bottled Breezer
The pain will go away
Think about tonight
How to make him pay.

First attempt, chat her up 
Give out some on blarney
Flashy car, lots of cash, 
Time spent in the Army.
Down in one, more to drink 
Atmosphere is cool
Muscle flex, turns her nose
Starts to feel a fool.
Offers her a lift home
Does she want a ride
Drop off by the station
Should she keep her pride.


Love bite on the shoulder
Hopes it can’t be seen
Stomach churns with sickness
How stupid she has been.
Gets home Sunday morning
Feeling really cheap
Clock shows 4 am
Really needs to sleep.
Old man in drunken stupor
Whisky glass beside
Slithers into bed
Sleep is where she hides.

Later in the day
She’ll be chatting on the phone
Talking of the weekend
How she was not alone.
Was it really worth it
It doesn’t solve a thing
Bitter clouds descend
Floor begins to spin.
On the other side of town
Down another street
A wife is full of tears
Her husband is a cheat.

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