Long Demurely Poems
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Just the two of us in this euphoric air
Except for the moon deep in the water
Shifting demurely to be on my side
Rising up resolutely to hold my hand.
You hold me closer, your hand in mine
Reaching for a kiss to claim your prize
Taking me to summit of eternal love
Residing in paradise since birth of time.
There is no care for we sail together
As skies rejoice with cosmic overtones
While gentle winds blow heavenly kiss
Urging milky-way to be part of our bliss.
A celebration grips the banks of ocean
Bouncing water-tunes of lifted emotions
As ocean commands the tides of passion
To deliver us gently to our destination.
A lone flower blooms in your garden
As nocturnal moth senses fiery encounter
When nectar exhales its scented whiffs
Signaling readiness of ardent cherish.
February 8, 2018
HM: Brian's Choice F Contest
Scrambled Egg Divided
My son, like a sun, brought sunshine to my life
In view of his mother's immutable reins that rain strife
During Jeff's formidable years he saw his parents interlude
Tenuous, a hen and a rooster continuously squawking and in feud
Seeing his parents always bereft had an effect on his shell
And his therapist demurely wrote that our son was living in hell
It hurts to see a young and brittle psyche torn apart
And I only wished my wife flew the coop and gave us heart
Yet she clung on, and the pages of our storybook cried
Tears over a child's sketch of a scrambled egg divided
10/22/17
Eight word challenge-5 - Poetry Contest
1. Brittle 2. Immutable 3.Formidable 4. Tenuous 5. Interlude 6. Sketch 7. Bereft 8. Demurely
Promising never to be apart
I never knew at the time if it was the right thing to do
If so much of my budding life truly belonged to you,
Yet I proceeded demurely to let you hold my arm
And decided with some trepidation to coyly tag along.
Our life together began so aimlessly unpredictable
Not knowing the directions to a successful endeavor.
Tenuous were the links of love young and immature,
Unprepared to face obstacles potently formidable.
A clash of our aspirations and untenable ambitions
Soon brought about forces of immutable conditions,
As the portrait of young love cracked under pressure
And soon we broke up, bereft of romantic pleasures.
That was some fifty years ago as we now recall fondly
For the interlude of our separation lasted only briefly,
And we began anew to enjoy a triumphant relationship
Cracking the code of life to raise a wonderful family.
The sketch of our being hangs proudly in our hearts,
Never giving a second thought to our wary shaky start.
Brittle bones now foretell life remaining is quite short
So we make the best of it, promising never to be apart.
Placed 5th
November 2, 2017
Eight Word Challenge
Sponsor: John Hamilton
It makes a heart glad to know
there are still, small country towns
like Woodford, where homes
with large old trees,
sit scattered between small shops
and local businesses
To think the spirit of Elvis exists
in a greengrocers’, called, “Grapelands.”
‘Elvis Parsley’ swivelling his hips
amongst the carrots and parsnips
imitating “Blue Suede Shoes."
I select a punnet of strawberries
as a smile slips out at the absurdity,
of how, some live out their fantasies
“Blue blue “…you can do anything
I cross the street to check out
a “Second-hand” furniture store.
It is closed so I cup my hands
and peer through the window.
A group of old, store mannequins
piques my interest, draped in 50’s fashions
It seems like a time warp, as there
are no opening hours posted on the door.
I wonder if the mannequins
are an eccentric collection,
or, if they were for sale,
which one, I would buy,
The one, with eyes, demurely cast down,
or, the arm-less one,
looking enviously past her
Back on the street, I inhale sun-warmed earth,
as I walk past a garden’s bright picket fence.
A shiny black crow flaps up, startled.
Suddenly I smell, what the scent of home
is like, for someone else.
For My Kind of Town Contest
Janis Thompson
"This was a kaleidoscope of beauty, the dials spinning, ever changing, but never anything short of spectacular." ~ Kristen Ashley
Enjoying the kaleidoscopic view,
As the sky changes to a brilliant hue,
Songbirds fly across the clouds to their home,
As the azure becomes a salmon dome,
From Zephyrus’ realm comes soft soothing breeze,
Scattering the billows with so much ease;
The sun’s last golden showers, filtered through,
Make a dazzling dance--a fantastic view!
Now day turns to dusk, the sky is subdued,
As from gay erstwhile to a pensive mood.
Still the expanse of sky, horizon, land
Fails not to awe, drawn by the Master’s hand.
Tangerine sun recedes slow from the scene,
Entering demurely is the night queen,
What a sight to behold is this sunset!
Nothing's more kaleidoscopic as yet!
March 31, 2023
countless hearts and roses fall
for sake of heeding Cupid's call
and yet I fail for phrases, new
imparting, fresh, my "I love you"
(for poets, past, have said it all)
perchance I'll find the words inside
your hazel gaze, quite starry-eyed
the limpid peepers, fair and fierce
that pity, not, the hearts they pierce
(or pulses hurried, far-and-wide)
could be the words hide in your grin
and dance demurely with your chin
coaxed to shine as sound is swirled
much as your smile, to warm a world
(with just a dusted touch of sin)
perhaps the terms lie in your shape
the curves, sublime, to finely drape
that, placed with motion, quite defy
all other grace thus brought to eye
(and leaving countless jaws agape)
might be the phrase lies in your hair
fleece, tawny strands of tresses, fair
or with your skin - so silken, chaste
those unseen places meant to taste
(adorned with only moonlight, rare)
or maybe, found in ALL of these
the words to bring me to my knees
in reverence of the reasons, true
that consecrate the wonder, YOU
(and set my sifting heart at ease)
but, I think I'm more apt to find
the words to say how you’re refined
in things that senses can't impart -
the YOU that dwells within your heart
so caring, thoughtful, sure, and kind ...
bright sense-of-humor - artful mind
of dark and light and grey, combined
with heart and soul, thus intertwined
and ALL that I have e'er consigned -
yes, NOW my words ...
are VALENTINED.
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache,
and repose is this a state of panic and anxiety,
You've suddenly got to sleep,
when the use of languages is thrown at you, without impropriety;
First, you uncover your toes, and then your
sheet slips demurely from under you.
Then the blankets tickle - you feel like
your in a pickle - so terrible that the feathers
become sharp and prickle.
And you're hot, and you're angry,
you toss and turn till there is nothing,
twist the sheets until their tickling.
Then suddenly the nightwear creeps on the ground in a heap,
and you pick 'em all up in a tangle;
Next the pillows resign and you politely
decline to remain in an unusual angle!
You get some repose in a form of a doze,
with heavy eye-balls and head aching.
But your feeling slumbering teems
Which turn into such horrible dreams
That you'd very much not want to talk about.
In case things turn into a nasty fight,
Well, suddenly you find yourself through the light.
The channel stops crossing.
Then you find yourself tossing.
Aroused by all the surroundings,
It is astounding enough to get your heart pounding.
Being vigilant, in all circumstances when,
you've been driven mad.
With emotions, making me sad.
Rainbow moonstone celestial
adularescence, transforming milky way white,
pale azure luster to an electric sapphire
Luminescence consistent beauty
Never ending, blending its cadence
with the colors of the rainbow
Sprinkling the Universe ~
Stripping its steely metallic moon
Sacred stones spilled upon earth
Timeless and mysterious moonstone
Adorning her ring finger flaunting, adoring
An ascendant jewel coiled demurely
around the nape of her neck,
formerly worn by the moon goddess’s
perfuming melodies and ballads
Now ethereal beauty's, both are fetching
An antique amulet she keeps in her grip
A clustering carcanet seen by a few
A rivière resting atop her breasts
A priceless periapt symphony she gives into~
its melody, surrendering to palliating powers
Queen of her own throne rich in clairvoyance
Graceful, feminine and demure
So brittle is our finite life's short stretch.
Demurely, we spend out our early years.
Immutable at first, we're glad to sketch
each interlude of life without deep fears.
Our time seems limitless to spend away;
end of each night presents a brand new day.
As years fly by, so quickly turns each page.
Though tenuous, we come to alter views
that soon become formidable with age.
Bereft, we read friends' passings in our news.
Tho, thankful, that for now, we're freely spared,
we live in death's dark shadow, stay prepared.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Strand Choice 4
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/27/2020
~2nd Place~
Contest: Eight Word Challenge-5
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 11/03/2017
Required words used in order of appearance:
brittle demurely immutable sketch
interlude tenuous formidable bereft
In the vortex of a maelstrom, I was rudely thrown
drowning in turbulent waters for an error I bemoan,
a blunder of loving someone who chose to whittle
away at my heart until it became fragile and brittle
Bereft beyond the point of caring if I lived or died
My eyes were scarlet, burning from tears I'd cried
But they became transfixed, immutable on a fire stoked
for my normally tenuous demeanor had been provoked
I was a genteel lady, who demurely acquiesed to love
but it was time for me to throw down the gauntlet glove
I was chafed by what had been just an interlude for him,
an escapade, a mere dalliance, a rascally romantic whim
I drew a rough sketch; in likeness of my vagabond swain
an abstract portrait, in Picasso's style, the face of my bane
Black eyes were hollow, blind orbs that would never see
that his triflling peccadillo tryst was a brutal betrayal to me
The painting was delivered as twelve bells pealed midnight
I watched as he unfolded it, but carefully kept out of sight
A formidable opponent I had become to his knavish ways
By moonlight I saw his face turn pale; his eyes were glazed
* November 3, 2017*
Eight Word Challenge-5
Hosted by John Hamilton
8 Words required were: Brittle Immutable Formidable
Tenuous Interlude Sketch Bereft Demurely