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Throughout full room sprays of sweet nothings suffuse
Mellow are memorial moments, mirth as well as my muse
High-floating foams, filled with redolent renaissance
Gently freshen up and fondle my hairs
My hairs, eager to inhale inspiring air
Grow fixated upon and fused with her familiar fragrance
Daisy-cutting eddies, gurgling into grokking gobos
Cozily cluster around and coddle my feet
My feet, hot to trot Cytherean beat
Meet and mate her mountable mojos
Heading remontant rose
Toeing orgasmic tempos
Head o'er heels lost in surreal suspense
Heart and soul lilting amid soothing sense.
Throughout full room sprays of sweet nothings suffuse
Away from sentimentality fades solitary recollection abuse
Whirling purls pearl brittle bygones bit by bit
Padding my bedtime barrenness with her tickling tidbit
Hard-landing her palatable presence onto my daydream's drought
Soft-landing my heart's heavy hit upon her lips' light pout.
Throughout full room sprays of sweet nothings suffuse
Into cuddled conjugality condense double desired dews
Spinning wavelets weave precocious prospects strand by strand
Priming my proposed sky with her promised land
Plying my heats and dream with her peaches and cream
Plying her apron's thin strings into my thought's thick theme.
Throughout full room sprays of sweet nothings suffuse
That's where her hydroponic halo highlights my Hippocrene hike
And where my flourishing fashion kindles her honeyed hilarity alike
That's everywhere mel and muse fuse and effuse.
"Death is the beginning of life as life is the beginning of death ..."
Paul H. Yarbrough
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When the Bell will Chime for me
When the bell will chime for me to depart
I shall greet my journey with smiles on my face
With the fairest flame of faith in my heart
With a plea to shower on me His grace
With prayers, vigour to me to impart,
Yearning for the divine shrine to embrace
Imploring the Lord to pilot my flight
To the distant realm that is ever bright.
When the bell will chime for me for last time
Let no tears drip from eyes of close of kin
But their cheeks glow with rays of sunshine,
Let no sadness on their forehead be seen
But their lips effuse words of divine hymns:
Death is not end but source where new life springs--
For some it is freedom from illusion
And search for divine unification.
For years, we went for Chinese food
Most every Friday night;
Our sons, best friends both then and now,
Made sure that we’d unite.
But conversation always flowed
For Larry kept things fresh,
Ensuring that both kids’ and grown-ups’
Talk was sure to mesh.
From sports to work to politics,
The theater or the news,
His love of life from all his pores
Did readily effuse.
A diehard baseball lover
And an athlete from his youth,
A highlight of his childhood was
A catch with – yes, Babe Ruth!
His patients and his softball league
And friends kept life exciting,
But Larry couldn’t rest until
He’d published all his writing.
Just Stories is his legacy,
Of which he was so proud
And if you’d read a tale or two,
I’m sure that you’d be wowed.
Though Larry fought the bravest fight,
No matter what the cost,
The cancer finally had its way
And sadly, Larry lost.
I’ll not forget this gentle soul,
A caring, special friend,
Who brightened everybody’s days
Until the very end.
We have a flower box on our back porch.
The house is painted gray, the box is red.
I can see the flower box from my bed
it sits upon the railing on the porch.
When late afternoon shadows start to grow,
and light starts fading in cloudy demise.
A cool brisk wind startles the tree below,
leaving limpid leaves rippling in the breeze.
The porch protects the flowers in the box,
but, a boisterous brash breeze calls to them.
"Come join the dance, pirouette with the Phlox,
bring your white petals on your lovely stem,"
Serenely the petals appear to pout,
then seductively twist and turn about,
as they stretch long and tall above their bed.
Stirring white petals on their long tall head.
Lets leave our beds and run around the house,
feeling warm west wind blowing through our bed,
a soft caress for paling white effuse,
with drops of pouring rain upon our head.
The contradiction of the rager
So youthfully endowed with unpleasantries
Of a child-man high in cumulus clouds
Stratospheres of anger that rain
Down like spoiled fruit
Falling from the rotten vine
Futures of grandeur, illusions of manhood
Snuffed out by his own created prison
Keep on poor unloved wretch
Held too little in drunken mothers’ bosom
Does this pain, the soulful pain, so selfish
Have bad dreams, can’t walk away
From a life being destroyed
While looked upon by passer-byes
In awe of intelligible language
Lack of tangible mind
Showing deep-seeded ignorance
God’s forgotten creature
Does man, woman or angels cry
For such a broken psyche
We coax you to depart
Back to the toxic womb you were bore
I effuse my delicate sensibilities
With my ears shattered by the jagged
Plaintive noise that I can bear no more
Sleep.. indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
Sol’s flare is stars' disguise dawn till dusk’s reprise,
peach awe-inspired skies effuse juice sunrise,
east, grapefruit pink lies - lemon slice rhapsodize.
Pastel wash replies to Zephyrus sighs,
morning glory highs yield to afternoon’s surprise..
wings golden butterfly's, squires sun clockwise,
ruddy west implies cocktail hour’s devise,
sunlight’s demise creeps in blueberry dyes,
plum, mango fraternize as prim-rose chastise.
Sunset complies sending signal-light fireflies,
Wake! indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
tantalize poets to romanticize.
Susan Ashley
August 17, 2017
~ First Place ~
Contest: Your Best Monorhyme
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Rhymes checked at (RY) rhymer.com
" ...betrayal begins with trust."
~ Quote_ Phish
Our trust presupposes expectation,
based on a script, being but delusion,
which is the root cause of our frustration;
betrayal plunging mind in confusion.
Love that’s true seeks no reciprocation
and so the fault line is egoic longing,
which over time becomes our fixation;
seeking somehow a sense of belonging.
If we accept all beings as they are,
recognising we’re but actors on stage,
we’ll always shine like a luminous star,
radiating bliss like a tranquil sage.
Let not betrayal, diminish souls light ~
May we effuse love by day and by night
22-May-2023
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Writing Challenge - B Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Age, the withering rock that quickly falls
to the gaping hole in the earth, the hardest place,
that traps a life and snuffs it swiftly out
in the confines of enclosing, shrinking space.
Yet her spirit evades the cruel, captive stone
with a vital dancer's step and certain course,
her animate eyes effuse the timeless strength
drawn from some inner well, a brighter source.
With caring beat of heart and saintly brow,
divine of every thought and kindly deed,
brandishing the fierce torch of endless love,
administering to every want and need.
The land she walks unflaggingly upon
respects her stalwart footfall's gentle sound
and needs her life as much as we all do:
sweet rain upon the thirsting, parching ground.
If all writing is, indeed, a mere ruse,
Why do I need an inspirational muse,
or editor my syntax to masseuse
Mind's eye is vapid and obtuse;
My brain is calling an immediate truce
Inane pretenses no longer refuse,
and with sixth sense consciously fuse
Mundane fare is now abstruse;
Morose wit critics dare not abuse,
or for lack of purpose, design accuse
Metaphors, metonymies tightly noose;
Colloquial sayings, truisms freely infuse
Slang terms, archaic words out of use,
In remediated discourse common, diffuse
Choppy meter, bland rhyme schemes choose;
No rhythmic patterns, contrived forms to confuse
Do not need with limericks, riddles to bemuse;
Trite puns, silly jabs will laughter's tonic effuse
May a month when trees display their many tones and hues
Adorned in their best all new and fresh; trees dressed to impress
Cloaked in many shades of green like emerald, lime or chartreuse
May a month when trees display their many tones and hues
So many shades of green are seen of emerald I effuse
Vivid like the precious stone emerald green can stand alone
May a month when trees display their many tones and hues
Adorned in their best all new and fresh; trees dressed to impress
Written 7th May 2019
Contest: Celebrate May with a Triolet
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Strand Pick 6
Sponsor Brian Strand
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