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As I beheld a flower of rare beauty
In the silence choked heart of wilderness
The facsimile of a pretty woman came alive
From the coagulated heap of images
A woman…….!
Isn’t she God’s supreme handiwork?
An animated form of chiseled art
A joy to behold
A figure of curvaceous ups and downs
God’s beautiful calligraphy
Her skin glowing as satin
Hands and fingers of creamy softness
Eyes reflecting love and gentleness
Voice, musical and sweet
Moving with measured cadence
Walking with fluid ease
And one who smoothens the rough edges of life
A loving daughter to her parents
An adorable mate to her man
A forgiving mother to all
The fountain spring of new life
The lovely mother to her children!
A marvel of creation,
A miracle worthy of adulation!
In every drop of adversity,
Glistening like a diamond.
But Alas! A treasure rarely valued.
She is often branded by many
As frail n’ fickle, infirm n’ impish
But how empty is a man’s life
Who hasn’t known a woman,
As a mother, sister or daughter
A lover, a companion or wife!
You tempt me
As I sense your presence by my side
The whisper of your flowing silken dress
A whiff of fragrant jasmine scent.
You tempt me
With each flicker of your doe-brown eyes
Shadowed in lilac hues and full dark lashes
A smile, partly concealed on pouting lips.
You tempt me
With curvaceous waves of long black hair
Cascading by glowing peach-rose cheeks
Rising, falling on your breast with every breath.
You tempt me
As you stand against the evening light
The Aphrodite of my dreams and fantasies
Seductive, alluring and desirable.
I temp you
As gently I pull back my straying hair
Nestled on the fullness of my breast
Exposing what your famished eyes are feasting on.
I tempt you
In silent expectation my body glows
With purpose of fulfilment I slowly make my way to you
My haloed shadow dances on your rigid form.
I tempt you
Breathless, you lean against the wall
My desires surging at this sign of weakness
Within inches of your body, I languidly pause.
I tempt you
Sensuously, at satin ribbons my fingers pull
Until my struggling gown hesitantly quivers
Before it glides and gathers at my feet.
I tempt you
Grounded by wanton cravings, I look you in the eyes
I simply smoulder there within your reach
The final vestige of abstinence still lingers in the air.
I tempt you
Then I lean in, my breath is warm upon your check
Against your heaving chest my breasts now brush
I breathe and whisper softly “Come to me.”
I tempt you
Inveigled in this rare moment, my heart bursts
As you crush my body tightly against yours
You taste the temptress kiss that frees your needs.
I tempt you
For my heart has long been tempted
By strong unquenched desires
For you.
A collaboration between Paul Callus and Appassionata (Paul's name for me)
The creation of an ace artisan
Porcelain silky delicate finish
Embellishing curvaceous ornate design
I shine with enticing glamour.
Mystically alluring hollow inside
I’m just a lone show piece of art
Yearning to belong and be placed
Beside you in a special space.
When your caressing hands
Adorn me with a posy of flower
In ardent touch my heart pulsates
As you fill me with your charm.
When in silvery night the gentle breeze
Soaked in stardust enters your room
The flowers dance to the music of ecstasy
In your dreamy eyes you see me glow.
(Ode to a flower vase)
November 9, 2019
Contest : Metaphor of Love
Sponsor : Bobby May
December 25, 2019
Contest : Strand Special 9, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Let me tell you a story…
A story about life, where Solitude gracefully glides into the room, wearing a loose fitting gown, draping her curvaceous form. Piously she takes her place at the table of life, she is surrounded by Faith, Hope, Despair, Vision, Reality, and Fantasy. Furtive Destiny is seated at the head of the table, shrouded in mystery.
Faith is subdued, radiant, gracious and kind. Her reassuring smile gives life and courage to Hope. They share a unique friendship, if either of them departs, the other becomes reclusive.
Hope shines in the spotlight with Faith. She dazzles with magic tricks; lighthearted yet fragile. She holds her breath so often I fear one day she may not catch it. Optimistic Faith, reminds Hope to breathe in and breathe out.
Despair, clad in a dark cloak; averts his sullen glassy eyes. His temerity threatens and blind sights the spirit of Faith and Hope; vulnerable and frightened they reach out to Vision.
Vision is creative, casting Faith and Hope in life’s productions; drawing back the curtain of blindness, revealing hopeful possibilities.
Reality, a disciplinarian. He is strong and terse; building strength on the bedrock of truth. Discerning facts, sorting out fiction.
Fantasy, a flighty temptress, playfully teases Reality who becomes uncomfortable; secretly he admires her, especially when Destiny leaves the room.
Destiny holds the key to life’s fate. Confident and at times unforgiving; she never plays favorites. Wise, with the knowledge she solely possesses the power of our tomorrows. Reality is her soulmate, keeping a harmonious balance. There is talk they are involved, but Destiny does not reveal her private life.
Date: April 19, 2022
For: Form N - Narrative - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Life
Grammar verified on P.S. Grammar check
Placed 1st in contest
Act 1: Earth
Water
Droplets fall to earth
Meniscus lens on the world -
Wellspring of life born
Air
Gaseous brew forms
Invisible elixir -
A breath of fresh air
Fire
Destructive, cleansing
But giver of warmth and light –
Fire’s dual perspective
Act 2: Plant
Leaf
Spring buds burst afresh
Summer leaves decay so soon –
Death lords over all
Palm
Giant grass not tree
These swaying centurions -
Lives must co-exist
Sunflower
Massed bright sunflowers
Heads turn in obedience -
Sun sets on their lives
Act 3: Animal
Slug
Slug saw juicy leaf
Raced to eat this rare delight!
Bird swooped, slug no more
Ant
Ants march home in line
Communal desire on show -
Nature's will prevails
Butterfly
Winged beauty flutters
Abstract painting on her back -
Looks often deceive
Act 4: Man
Crescent
Curvaceous glory
The home of wealthy leisure -
Rich built upon poor
Gaudi
Parabolic waves
Acknowledge natural forms -
Colour outlaws grey
Dubrovnik
Sun shines on pan tiles
The town's uniform new shell -
War scars fade slowly
Act 5: Machine – the final chapter
Computer
Bits, bytes, ones, zeros
So Charles and Ada conceive -
IT’s Pandora’s box
Robot
Man and beast replaced
Same task over and over -
Objective carnage
AI
Boolean bible
Artificial ignorance -
Logical ending
Postscript: Evolutionary finale
Obliteration
Human destruction of earth -
Annihilation
Poetry Soup Featured Poem: August 16, 2020
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Avatar, Avatar
Tell me now please
Is the one you depict
A glum or a tease?
Is the one you portray
A friend or a foe?
Avatar, Avatar
Please, do let me know!
He seems debonair
She’s all sugar and spice
This one is too wild
But this one seems nice
This one is a shy
This one is too bold
This one is SIZZLING HOT!
This one seems cold
The face that you show
Is it just a disguise?
Is that blue or green
In those brilliant eyes?
Is that person who puckers
Really sexy or plain?
Is the one with the glasses
A charm or a pain?
Is Miss Beautiful
Also beautiful inside?
Does Mr. Kind Looking
Have demons to hide?
Is Miss Sultry Queen
Curvaceous and hot?
Is Mr. “I’m all that!”
All covered in spots?
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Why are you a juicy fruit?
Or a cat or a dog
Or a partial birthday suit?
A scary faced monster
Initials short and sweet
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To my mind you're a treat!
Avatar, Avatar,
Don’t tell me…I’ll faint
Is my favorite poet
A sinner or saint?
Kindly answer me this…
Tell me, are you for real?
These pictures I see
Do they breathe, do they feel?
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I know that you won’t speak
Though your images lie
For I’m not strong but weak
Not one poet can peek
Past you to the real me
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So full of mystery!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Sensuous two
In loosening lace
Kissing caressing
Face to face
Hands gliding
Over bodies so smooth
Touching delight
Wandering soothe
Lips join
Tastes mix
Eye's in stare
Transfixed
Their pleasure excites
Exploration met
Aroused and warm
Scented pet
This join of two
Curvaceous in pout
Passions rise
In delightful shout
Groans and sighs
As their moment is reached
Their entering
Heavens peach-ed
Kissing follows
With tender touches
This sensuous two
In loving clutches
Their evening ends
With pillow talk
As they fall asleep
With loving thoughts
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-6.php
You tempt me
As I sense your presence by my side
The whisper of your flowing silken dress
A whiff of fragrant jasmine scent.
You tempt me
With each flicker of your doe-brown eyes
Shadowed in lilac hues and full dark lashes
A smile, partly concealed on pouting lips.
You tempt me
With curvaceous waves of long black hair
Cascading by glowing peach-rose cheeks
Rising, falling on your breast with every breath.
You tempt me
As you stand against the evening light
The Aphrodite of my dreams and fantasies
Seductive, alluring and desirable.
I temp you
As gently I pull back my straying hair
Nestled on the fullness of my breast
Exposing what your famished eyes are feasting on.
I tempt you
In silent expectation my body glows
With purpose of fulfilment I slowly make my way to you
My haloed shadow dances on your rigid form.
I tempt you
Breathless, you lean against the wall
My desires surging at this sign of weakness
Within inches of your body, I languidly pause.
I tempt you
Sensuously, at satin ribbons my fingers pull
Until my struggling gown hesitantly quivers
Before it glides and gathers at my feet.
I tempt you
Grounded by wanton cravings, I look you in the eyes
I simply smoulder there within your reach
The final vestige of abstinence still lingers in the air.
I tempt you
Then I lean in, my breath is warm upon your check
Against your heaving chest my breasts now brush
I breathe and whisper softly “Come to me.”
I tempt you
Inveigled in this rare moment, my heart bursts
As you crush my body tightly against yours
You taste the temptress kiss that frees your needs.
I tempt you
For my heart has long been tempted
By strong unquenched desires
For you.
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Co-written by Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian (Appassionata)
Sprinkle of grit in the creases of faces terrestrial
Depravity aided by YouTube love advice tutorials
Doll eyes gloss lips curvaceous torso ubiquitous
Entices spiceless meat frozen with unhappiness
Piled minuscule crystals emenate white vibrance
Pull unseasoned cuts to sea salt tumult violence
Dishes missing piquant rub their raw in welcome
Against uptown gusto, ditch wrinkled wearisome
Screen learned psychology reveals men on X- ray
Seduction refined script, - precise final edit essay
Melting snow merges with meat, stinging and yet
Mounts a powder poured alternate animal to zest
6th March 2021
(not for Contest, as didn't stick to syllable rule)
“The Hand that Rocks the Cradle is the Hand That Rules the World”
by William Ross Wallace
Oh! Woman
Aren’t you God’s supreme handiwork?
An animated form of chiseled art
A joy to behold
A figure of curvaceous ups and downs
God’s beautiful calligraphy
You are love incarnate
Your eyes reflecting warmth and gentleness
Smoothening the rough edges of life
A loving daughter to your parents
An adorable mate to your man
A forgiving mother to all
The procreating womb of mankind
The forger of destiny
One who turns barren terrains,
Into blooming verdant meadows
The fountain spring of life
In every drop of adversity,
Glistening like a diamond
With a divine spark that lies dormant
In broad daylight, but beams and blazes
In the dark hours of adversity
Though you are fickle and frail in many eyes
You’re strong enough to withstand all the shocks
And delicate enough to bend and bow
Sweet enough to draw everyone to your charm
Tough enough to bear extra burden
You have a heart very deep
To hold gallons of liquid love
And a mind patient enough
To forbear all rebukes
You are blessed with a temperament
Willing to forgive and forget
You are warm enough
To kiss away all tears
You bear the seeds of progeny
You are the powerhouse of strength and healer of woes
With the magic talisman to cure the bleeding hearts
You are the great MOTHER to all
Sister, friend, mate and guide- all rolled into one
April.3.2022
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