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Two ripe, moisture-dappled lips
Hunger, unabated, for what lies behind
Entranced by your gaze, I dive ... down ... deep
Rings upon rings, smooth, symmetrical
Indefectible flowing furrows of faultless fluidity
Pulsating circles of rhythmic energy, ever outward
Perfect toroidal expressions of a language, liquid
Loops of sublime, running succession
Ever ordered and expanding ...
Sound? Water? Thought?
Oh, such moments for us are not now abounding
Forever, it seems, has its compass after all
Outward, the repeating circuits continue
Under a perfectly sorrowful moon, you shed a carnal tear
Red lips turn to plum, and taste as sweet as
Porcelain, your skin glows behind your herbal tresses, fallen
As silk, the strands mix with our mouths and tongues
Sweet, deep, like cotton candy, our lips melt ... one
Seductive and divine, (the first ring of our prurience)
Intertwined, another kiss - immersed, liquescent, (the next ring)
Outward they spread - kiss, touch, explore (rings) ... more ...
Now, endless ... and ever ... the ripples of our passion.
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Ripples In the Water Poetry Contest", Nayda Ivette Negron, Judge & Sponsor.
Walking along the lanes on a hot summers day
I was entranced by a rather crooked cottage
the mullion windows gave a view to the bay
clickity clack went the wheels of the carriage
Curious I wandered over, pausing to read the sign
It said it was for sale I wrote down the details
the agent arranged a viewing, impressed I under-sign
now mine I settle in enjoying the light from the fantails
Speckled and dappled seemingly infused with other worldliness
doors loose in their frames and window panes that rattled
walls that sagged and bugled time marking them with cruelness
yet with a quaint charm of its own even though the floors buckled
With a happy sigh I watched the yachts skim and skip the waves
toddlers happily splashing in the shallows parents watching
carriages carrying the rich and fashionably dressed knaves
whilst high born men and ladies chatted under the awning
In that moment I knew that no matter what here I'd stay
quite won over by the way the crooked cottage caressed
feeling a warmth of welcome radiating and enfolding this stray
at last the wayfarer could hang her hat, over now her quest
Sweet
Princess
sensual sass
oh virtue sublime
two perfect little bows
plump raspberries, fresh
tapered, moist lusciousness
wispy chili pepper spiciness pure
plucked in cool rain for love's intent
dew-dappled fruits of desire, inexorable.
Oh, like spinning the moon in your hands
there's naught but Luna's glinting your eyes
that can hold measure to those nectarous berries.
I shall consider it my honored duty, to so determine
to let the soft, deep adoration of my press to your own
be the only concern for which I shall offer my deft attention.
Oh, do not gods themselves aspire to such commitments, thus?
Your divine mouth is all I'll need for my own deliberate attainments ...
loose the moon from your tender grasp, for this moment is ours alone
its soft blue beams, the rill of romance that we swim together ... to drown.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Picture Prompt" Poetry Contest, Brenda Chiri, Judge & Sponsor.
Heartbroken lass bereft of eminent beau
papa doth vicariously experience her
(mine daughter's) grievous woe.
Unfair a budding promising relationship nought
going to incorporate wedded bliss,
when for all the world
the strong humble lad
absconded to Puerto Rican his homeland.
Thus pained University
of Pennsylvania alumna
("star student") since grade one
at Belmont Hills Elementary
whose high school alma mater
i.e. Harriton High School,
now glum Oakland California transplant.
I (biological father),
who helped beget offspring
writhes with agony,
cuz he and the missus
sowed wild oats
during prime time,
when irresistible call of the wild
overtook wisdom to shuck contraceptive
yielding the miracle of life.
Parenthood never ended
just because declaration of independence
and autonomy witnessed natural propensity
for progeny to reliant become on self
forced shoulder living expense
no only for herself,
but deux darling
tortoiseshell dappled
five month old kittens
most certainly a constant reminder,
when she and he "two peas in a pod"
shared so many college campus memories,
whereby appearances hinted
and predicted a shared destiny
between two love birds.
An abrupt cleavage
rent asunder never witnessing
mutual graceful dotage
figuratively saddled once ebullient psyche
unnecessarily bogged our engineering minded lady
with cumbersome equipage
after they spent precious
young adulthood years together
emulating how married couple live, I gauge
such scenario, cuz talk of wedding bells
filled the (telephonic) airwaves,
whereby yours truly feeling blessed
potential prodigal son in law
his earning hand over fist big bucks
employed at Silicon Valley company
geared toward marketing fitness application.
Unsure how said high achiever
bolstered with you go girl refrain,
(who ofttimes communicated with Zayda,
i.e. his demise a crushing sorrow),
which inevitable prolonged decline
sundered special rapport
since more'n threescore
Earth orbits around the sun
papa acquired mechanical engineer degree
working within Aerospace Division
at General Electric.
Impossible mission not to care
despite mein kampf punctuated
with mine wanderlust flair
marital covenant garden variety
wordsmith did greatly impair
triggering hostility within mine humble lair
adulterer letter forcibly donned as outerwear.
AT THE REQUEST OF BEV SMITH...
Carousel
It was the music that caught my ear,
So I followed and saw the lights.
Totally mesmerized, I drew near
And beheld a captivating sight.
Beautiful creatures swiftly moved.
Quite festively they were prancing.
White steeds with painted hooves,
Whirled around, happily dancing.
They slowed in a change of pace,
Arched necks all turned my way.
With such power and total grace,
One winked at me, a dappled gray.
He beckoned me and so I went.
Music flowed long into the night.
Caught up in rhythm til I was spent,
Not caring if it was wrong or right.
Upon his back, we circled 'round.
His thick mane flying in the wind.
My hair escaped, came unbound,
Then the lights softly dimmed.
Subtle seduction, no need for words.
He set my whole world into a spin.
My beating heart was all I heard.
It was in that moment I gave in.
What a mystical night of fantasy.
We soared like birds on the wing.
Never in my life had I felt so free.
Together we grabbed the brass ring.
A thief in the night, he stole my heart.
But harsh winds had started to gust.
We were swept away, torn apart.
Our brass ring had turned to rust.
I was blinded by such a cruel storm.
The carousel was knocked off course.
I prayed that he'd not met with harm,
My steed ~ my dappled gray horse.
There was no music to be heard.
I found him broken, on his side.
I offered comfort with my words,
"Get up. We can finish our ride."
My breath wasted in tearful plea.
Our journey had reached an end.
Black glassy eyes stared up at me.
I'll never ride on a carousel again
Finding a sanctuary, a place apart from time, is not so different
from finding a faith. ~ Pico Iyer
All alone, just by myself,
weary step after weary step
leaving this wily world behind,
Down by some sun-dappled trail
is a serene pathway my heart follows.
There, welcoming shadows beckon me
toward a somber seclusion,
where tranquility permeates the landscape
and silence, spreading its wings,
sets to soar into the domain of solitude…
where I seek quietude
where I find sanctuary.
Oh, why not the simpler things in nature
prevail over our lives once again?
The shopping centre's open, the car park it is packed
No sign of mother nature unless it’s been vacuum packed
the car park just a lay by no clue’s what lays beyond
just a dirt track and a factory fence to walk along
traffic noise fades into the background
the birds begin to sing
and an ancient woodland stands before me
an oasis in a land of commerce scared by human hand
mother natures been out painting a lovely shade on blue
a woodland dappled with painted dots
Vincent van gogh would be pleased
when the bluebells show.
Parrotts drumble is an ancient woodland in an industrial centre please click the link to understand the poem many thanks
http://www.staffs-wildlife.org.uk/reserves/parrots-drumble
click on the link you can see a massive shopping centre the wood behind it
you walk down the side of a factory to get to it, and for those who do not live in the uk stoke on trent is an heavy industrial area .
Paulette painted portraits and landscape scenes
With a shimmering jeweled toned palette.
Painting royal heads of state and reigning Kings and Queens.
Paulette painted portraits and landscape scenes;
Dappled brush strokes, blending rolling hills of green.
Commissioned once to paint a well-respected valet.
Paulette painted portraits and landscape scenes
With a shimmering jeweled toned palette.
For: Paulette-2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
December 29th, 2021
Triolet form
I awake royal blue
It fades to a teal
Just a different hue
To change my appeal
Come noon, neon yellow
Before long, an off white
For a moment I'm mellow
Seeing the light
Everyday, come supper
I'm as red as an apple
A weathered fixer upper
Splotchy and dappled
Much too often
My colors bleed out
I find myself caught in
A saturation drought
My contrast, I tweak
Adjusting my vibrance
For hidden hues, I seek
In hopes to enhance
Sometimes I find
I'm underexposed
I can't see when I'm blind
Or fix what doesn't show
In desperate moments
I click delete
Though the process is dense
Again, I'll repeat
Often I'll distort
Overindulge in a tone
An alternative port
Highlights blown
I manipulate emotions
With photoshop talents
My colors I blend
It's a daily balance
The dream comes gliding
Murmured words
Out of dappled swirling light
The dream I dread but also need
I struggle to get away
At the same time breathlessly calling for him
I embrace the dream
I am the dream
It always starts the same
Unfolding in a snowstorm
The sliding of the car then the crash
My dream spirit is there
Long raven hair blowing, floating
And the book of destiny opens
It is written
His departing cold fingers caress my skin
His dead lips kiss me
And the snow is falling
Then all is quiet, peaceful
His name engraved for eternity
I am shivering as real and dream entwine
And the crying, a haunting moaning
Drifts endlessly
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
Deep in my dream I see his earthly face
Entwined in his arms we rival the wind
Even eternal death cannot break this love
Soaring over lakes that stretch forever
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
Up we glide on his majestic wings
Where cliffs rise a thousand feet
We hover at his resting place
My tears falling and kissing his tomb
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
Deep inside the dream we fly as one
It is only in dreams that he dwells
Until the pastel violet of dawn comes creeping
Come my darling, says my love, come fly tonight
And after I wear a mourning cloak, how heavy it is
And the crying, a haunting moaning
Drifts endlessly
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April 4, 2013
Poetry/Lyric/Murmured Words of Love
Copyright Protected, ID 13-724-983-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Best Love Poem #5,
sponsor, Skat
Third Place