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I picked a fragrant rose,
dulcet and perfumed soft,
kissing, the honeyed petals,
rich, dark and dripping sweetness,
oh, I love the scent of bright red roses!
and I carried it to you,
my dearest, my precious,
adorable and treasured one,
you, my delicate sweet darling,
oh, I still recall your soft beloved touch!
melodious, the birds sing,
a pleasurable song in the trees,
the sky azure, lovely, the sun gold,
I press the red rose to my rosy cheek,
oh, my beloved feline, I lay it at your grave!
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July 23, 2015
Poetry/Verse/'dripping sweetness'
Copyright Protected, 15- 1127-361-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to, 2019 Marathon, Mile 27,
sponsor, Mark Toney
Eighth Place
Songbird acapella
Early morning hymn;
Balcony recital
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Blurry haze
Burnt ash off-odours;
Surabaya harvest
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Bridge underpass
Homeless man dozes;
Happy dreams lurk
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Chinatown brisk walk
Noodle takeaway;
Homecoming
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Coin shop interlude
Metallic global trips;
Static travelogue
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Darling smiles
Sunset stroll;
Silence speaks loud
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Fanfare flair
Just for today;
Death anniversary
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Wayside flowers
Mystic beauty;
Unknown aura
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Words fail
Noisy passage;
Sense suffocates
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Concoct a tale
Long-lost monologue;
Wayside flowers
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Motifs speak
Suggestive tone;
Hidden agenda
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Sexy disguise
Beauty coaxes;
Plain truth
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Steep temple steps
Heaven beckons;
Joss smoke signals
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Family gathering
Temple prayer offerings;
Ancestral shrine
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Embrace allure
Sexy attire;
Adrenaline rush
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Play dazzles
Childlike fancy;
Tipsy memory
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Fruit cocktail punch
Buzz of pulse;
Desire sums
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Friday textures
Crazy work week;
Winding down
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Pretty sunrise
Dawn ushers;
Change presides
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Leon Enriquez
28 April 2017
Singapore
You can never really grasp that you’re going to lose your parent, in my case, my Dad.
Even though he mentioned it many times he wouldn't be with us long. He had had a defibrillator implant.. and he had had several heart attacks. But we were just getting to know him, being estranged from him since our childhood, my siblings and I. Watching him one day ... made me realize that my tall invincible Daddy wasn’t the same; but to imagine life without him, or imagine him actually dying was unconscionable. When it happened, I thought I would never stop crying or mourning his loss... until this message from his heart to mine, “Daughter Cry No More.”
Daughter, Cry No More
In Loving Memory of my Father, James Nathaniel Gelsey 04/22/33-1/21/13
It was the day before Thanksgiving,
a day with you like no other—
a day I will treasure forever,
more than words can utter.
Though tired, you hid it well,
giving me such a golden day.
If I had known it was our last together,
There would've been more I had to say.
We spent such precious time together,
You played our daughter's piano and sang,
precious hymns I remembered
when I was little,
Like church bells my memories rang.
You let me make you my best meal yet,
With biscuits taught by Mom's own hand,
You seemed well pleased and before you left,
The final look you gave, I did not understand.
With a stern look you asked me to tell Mom,
You wished to see her again,
It was the last time we would be together,
the last father daughter time we'd spend.
My grief was unspeakable, tears nonstopped,
It didn't feel right or fair,
That the father I longed to know my whole life,
For me, would never again be there.
The day you would be laid to rest,
I sat up weeping more and more on my bed,
I suddenly saw you waiting to get my attention,
With your feathered hat sitting upon your head.
With your handsome smile,
and wink of your eye,
one final gift you gave forevermore—
the gesture you gave, clearly in vision,
“My darling daughter, cry no more.”
Copyright © Lovie Divine | Year Posted 2018
I don’t like to crow, but I’m an expert at giving my enemies the I-could-not-care-less-about-you strut.
I’ll let you in on a bit of a secret. Watch out when I stick my nose in the air, and push out my big gut.
On a good day, I have been known to preen in front of seventeen amazed women, in front of your very hut.
So stand back, young woman, as I spread out my glorious feathers of turquoise, blue, and green, keep your coop shut.
I know you are looking at me weirdly, wondering whether or not I’m some kind of amazingly good-looking nut.
I’m telling you darling, run for the hills, and find another – there are some at least half as fine, with no scuttlebutt.
I am a danger to you, little peahen, so you’d best stay away, run while you’re at it; follow your gut!
Hush-a-by little baby
The lambs are bleating in the meadow
The local crooks are down the way
Giving hush money to all of them as pay
Hush puppy quiet. The fox will hear us come.
So hush puppy quiet. And all the hush be done.
Hush my dearest, close your sleepy eyes.
The butter’s out in the kitchen, drawing in some flies.
Hush-a-by little baby
The older children must get their rest
They have to go to school tomorrow
And take a science test
Get those suede hush puppies ready
For they are for my children’s darling little feet
Hush you local crooks with hush money!
If you wake my lambs, they will bleat.
I walked, I was a wanderer
I walked on the nipple thorns of world mildly
my walking couldn't make a stoppage
East, west, north, south had many more than my thinking
the Emptiness of stamina couldn't make a room for me
but when I reached to the sovereignty of poems then I found my stoppage
there were -
boundless magnanimity of sky,
crystallite of moonlit,
the blazing and dazzling shine of Sun-ray,
bottomless depth of the pacific ocean,
the vast mystery of solar system,
inexhaustible love of lover and beloved,
vivacious breath and rhythm of nature,
praiseworthy note for unseen almighty,
rational lines of plaintiff and disputatious
in the kingdom of poems.
O' dear, darling poem-
Please hug me, kiss me and love me
O' Hug of poems, please kiss my love
O' Kiss of poems, please love my hug
O' Love of poems, please hug my kiss
You are my ever best stoppage
-October 05, 2018 Chattogram
There is only one spooky, creepy, frightful night
Where vampires and werewolves are welcome, all right.
Naturally I am talking about the greatest holiday, Halloween.
Where mystical magical mummies and skeletons can be seen.
It is spooky, dreadful, mesmerizing and creepy too.
Do you have anyone to go trick-or-treating with you?
The child stared as his grandmother’s face turned flush green.
Her nose got long, and the wart on her nose began to fairly sheen.
She was starting to look gruesome as her eyebrows grew thick.
But this is grandma, he told himself. Still, he began to feel quite sick.
Do you not know you are a warlock? She asked him with a smile.
Max, a third grader shook his head, no, then stared down at the tile.
You are okay, his grandma said. I’ll transmogrify back, and she did.
He felt better already, as he was only an eight-year-old kid.
I love Halloween, she told him. The goblins, the ghouls, zombies and such.
He looked at her cauldron, her spell book, her cape, and felt out of touch.
Why had he never noticed these things about his grandma before?
He got off of her lap, got on his broomstick and he flew out the door.
You are a warlock, my little guy, his grandma said to his departing back.
So there is no need to be afraid of witches, my darling grandchild, my max.
The Full Moon's Celestial Whispers
A distant chirp fades into the twilight's gentle embrace,
where shadows dance in grace
And a frog's croak joins the symphony,
Nature's nocturnal harmony.
The full Moon's ethereal glow illuminates the landscape below,
Casting a magical allure, as stars begin to show.
And in its reflection, my heart's deepest confection
Mirrored in its silvery sheen,
A love once lost, now unforeseen.
Miles apart but close in our dreams
Through time and space, our bond redeems,
In the realm of slumber, united it seems
My darling angel, a soothing presence, a divine seraph's gleam,
Guiding me through nights, a cherished theme.
Her humble heart
a beacon of compassion, a celestial beam,
In her grace, life's troubles redeem.
The sands of time whisper tales of our journey's scheme,
As we dance through life, a mesmerising stream.
like a sailor enchanted by the ocean's gleam,
I'm captivated, lost in her beauty's dream.
In life's tempestuous seas, together, we'll belong,
With love's fortitude, my darling, stay strong.
By:Emmanuel Nyeko
Late yesterday afternoon
I got lost in your moon
In your deep ocean.
My heart was drowning
I became a sick fan
Of your smile, my darling.
I was afraid to utter a word
I became speechless, oh! Lord
I love this amazing woman.
For ethical reasons, you ignored me
I now know how it feels to be a dummy
How it feels to be seriously in love.
I cried for the Almighty Being above
To stop the flow of this chemical
Which is destroying my poor soul.
I got lost in your ocean
I got lost in your moon
Late yesterday afternoon.
I know now how it feels to be a true fan
How to be discretely and seriously in love
With a woman who is as pretty as a Dove.
Copyright© August, 2014, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Dear Darling Self whom I love with the love of the Lord,
Do remain:
Affectionately amiable
Blooming beauteously blest
Championing care midst compassion
Depending on God Who is dearest Defender…
Enabled to encourage with enthusiasm
Fervently fueled for faith-filled flight
Geared, guarded by God’s grace
Hoisted with His helping hand…
Instructed against ignorance
Joyously jubilant, midst jokes or jeers
Kindled with kindness, keenly knowledgeable
Love by the Lord’s loving liberality while learning…
Maximizing miracles of the Mighty Master midst His mercy
Nourished by His nurturing nature as in Him nestle
Optimizing opportunities to offer with optimism
Propelled along peace-propped prayer.
Quiet despite quirks that question quests
Restored, replenished by the Redeemer’s revival
Studying Scriptures, sharing His salvation-settlement
Triumphant through tests and trials toward thanksgiving
Upheld unwavering, uplifted by His understanding that’s unlimited…
Victoriously vigilant while vanity, valiantly vanquishing
Watched by the Almighty along your weakness
Xenial along X-factor while xenacious
Young at heart yon yehey and yay
Zealously zestful…
I love you, myself, but God* Who knows who you are ~~~ loves you most…
*Jeremiah 31:3 - The LORD hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.
March 8, 2025
1st place, "Self Love" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Karen Jones; judged on 3/10/2025