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The tantalizing skirt
Older
Much older Misses Roberson
her loosely fitted skirt
emboldening her flawless firm legs.
tight into the muscles of irrefutable charm.
Impeccable beauty to keep your soul awake.
And as I enchant my self
the jolts of enchantment in my veins
squints my eyes side ways
trying for a more undisturbed view
into her tantalizing visual offerings,
and she had a lot to offer.
How these drooling moments
provokes the spirit being into clarity
that these fleeting images
will whisper forever in my memories.
as I saw deep into her crevice of fascination.
Is it the love muscle,
that transform the curvature
even the skirt refuse to hide,
as it engrave this perfection of nakedness
into the deep fascinating crevices of our soul?
intoxicating magnificence.
©Al Juman
How Do Rocks Walk?"
How does pain drain?
Is it all contained within a limited brain?
And yes yes if air could breath
It shall never deceive
Upon the path of incredible dreams
It seems it seems that those of us who never dream
how could the clouds weep and rain?
I asked a flower full of red and yellow
And it stayed in place while I gazed, amazed:
One of its petals turned to the east beyond the meadow,
across the fields toward a river that spoke and babbled
And there within my sight, I saw a figural whose shape
was as a heart of mind.
A torrential eddy swallowed the soul of mine.
The Great Divine
:: 05.18.2023 ::
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Poet's Notes:
The poem poses thought-provoking questions about nature and human experience, invoking curiosity and contemplation. It explores existential themes, pondering the limits of human understanding. Hypothetically attributing trustworthiness to the air, it delves into the realm of dreams and their emotional depth. A captivating encounter with a vibrant flower sparks enchantment. Whimsical elements, like a petal turning and a talking river, add to the mystical atmosphere. Symbolizing interconnected thoughts and emotions, a figurative object resembling a heart is observed. The concluding line speaks of a soul engulfed by intense turmoil, leaving room for reflection. Overall, the poem combines introspection, vivid imagery, and philosophical questions to inspire wonder and contemplation.
Blowing out candles on a birthday cake
or watching a shooting star fall to Earth,
we make a wish, hoping it'll come true.
We are unwilling to dismiss magic:
for fantasy's part of reality,
stretching the limits of what Hope can do.
A wish is an improbable desire;
that's secret, personal, and unspoken,
or it may be as cliché as world peace.
The enchantment behind making a wish
is that we might magically obtain
something, or at least, our odds will increase.
A wish makes that likelihood possible,
if only in our imagination;
for it can imbue Hope where there was none.
A wish lets you enter the world of dreams
where magic and superstition exist,
and things like "knock on wood" are said and done.
The Song of Eeeooo Eeeooo E
(A lone woman sings)
With your last breath
Of the fading midnight hour
Will you hear with all your powers of the auditory
The musical call of my mystical senryu
Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo E
From my Bacchic Celebration Towers
Will you join my unashamed company
In the swirling dervish mists
Who go past each midnight
From another realm
Singing and chanting
Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo
To join a new world
Of never-ending pleasures
That will forever last
Where sensuous music with wild voices
Will put your soul
At risk
With its seductive noises
And make it your Fate
To enter and close its rusty old gates
Forever
Would you join
As they passed
No longer to lament
But to be courageous
To welcome me
To pitch my tent
In your soul
With powers of enchantment and pleasure
That will seem
Heaven sent
A contradiction
Of above and below
For I know
When all lascivious dreams must go
So shed your hubris and pomposity
As you
To me
Are led
Chanting my musical
senryu of
Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo
We pray to
The Golden Goddess of Exiles
Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo E
To go to a place
Where purple butterflies live forever
And people never
Die
Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
SUMMERTIMES MAGIC.
Summertimes magic makes a fine holiday,
Where lands of enchantment, invite us to stay.
The lure of the wild, or, in peaceful solace,
These wonderful places we love to embrace.
To dive coral reefs, with it's blues and the greens of aquamarine,
Or tantalise tastebuds, with exquisite cusine.
By dining al fresco, while taking a cruise,
And drink cocktails at eight, mixed with green chartreuse.
With the tang of sliced lemon or sweet tangerine,
Those bountiful fruits will keep palates clean.
A walk on the wild side, delightfully charms,
With the heady perfume, passing lavender farms.
Those waysides and byways, when we need to refresh
At watermelon stalls quenching thirsts we stay fresh.
From the pale lilac crocus, a fine yellow spice,
For exotic dishes, saffron flavoured, served with rice.
All beautiful memories, under cerulean skies,
It's summertimes magic, which fill misty eyes.
8/ 16/ 2017.
We saw the feathered edge of the sunset
and dreampt of an evening's wish to explore
Where the beating heart of our yearnings met
And invited romance at the seashore
Where time began to merge and reminisce
As white caps slowly furrowed the pebbled sand
The twilight revealed our heart's eagerness
When we walked together, warm hand in hand
Imagined dreams beneath a star-lit night
And basked in the glorious firmament
Where waves were dressed in white from the moonlight
and sounds from the sea whispered enchantment
As we came to capture Saint Elmo's Fire
That was glowing deep inside our desire
Best Romantic Poem 12/13/24
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Perfumed Romantic Bower
Twilight calls me with a soft amber light,
Into delicate scents of memory,
To a fragile bower of fragrant nights
Your saffron smile, a perfumed mystery.
Through gossamer hues of incense demur,
Fantasies flutter like silken moonbeams,
When we sip the honeyed nectar of myrrh,
And savor sweet spices in whispered dreams.
Scents of tuberose merge with star jasmine,
Draw us into this garden’s scented glen
Where the pulsing of bluebellvines entreat
Enchantment from your flute song sung again.
Love’s dulcet scent of ambrosia transcends
Our perfumed garden, harmony ascends.
The year is not only made up
of two happy and magical seasons
when blooming and evergreen trees
host beautiful birds that make their nests
and gladly warble expressing delight...
don't they give us pulsating emotions?
How harmoniousness and vividness
can transform Nature giving it
lovely songs and sumptuous colors
that we joyfully admire with great enchantment!
How disharmony and dullness
change the landscape as we look on in discontent!
The year is only made up
of two happy and magical seasons,
it has also two dull ones
that anticipate doom when trees
turn auburn and frost
covers them, then they all turn white!
Who looks at flowers with wonderment
more than we actually do? It's children
who have no knowledge but appreciate beauty;
we should be like them any way we can,
and spend more time observing their fragility!
For a long time, I dreamed
Of a place where fairies doth sing
Heaven perhaps or a never before seen sight
Filled with love and celestial lights
Where I can see the Aurora in the twilight
or witness an angel living in disguise
Oh, the beauty and passion of a fresh dream
Pure, like the heart of an innocent child
No longer do I find joy in things I have seen a thousand times
For let it night or day, what hath come and what may
There is sadness in me that cannot be expressed through poetical lines
Thousand years ago, I saw the tree of life
But to me, it spoke of nothing but lies
There were many roads I looked upon
All promised fake happiness that is long gone
Speaking through prophecies that were sweet
Doth every time the same tale of sorrow was a repeat
An endless journey of suffering,
Man oblivious to the reality, considering him to be everything
Indeed a beautiful thought that spring
I have seen the ravens singing in apposed
Each now and then spring comes and goes
The smell of a field filled with wheat or the beauty of a rose
A boy blushing at a girl, the birth of an innocent love story
Seeing angels doing God's work or reading the devil's diary
I have witnessed life’s enchantment in all its glory
I have seen mothers singing Lullabies
Of a peaceful world where children never cry
"Sleep dear child, for in dream angels will come and hurt all bad guys
And after you wake, God will turn this hell into a paradise"
Yet I know, everywhere I go, a dreadful melancholy thought
That the promises will soon prove to be lies
The soldiers in war will all die
That their children and wives will not be able to survive
Curse of immortality, I have seen kingdoms rise and fall
In the heart of a demon, I have seen the belief in God
From the mountains to the sea
There is nothing more left for me to see
And lies loneliness no pleasure of life can fulfill
For I also once loved, but now lies only memories
When will this suffering end, this constant guilt?
The monster I am, all the innocent people I have killed
Curse to the immortality by which I live
The meanest gift gods had offered me to give
All the sadness, broken heart, and fears
A song of songs, too deep for tears
28 April 2022
Along a fence and out into a field I amble;
seduced by a tree surrounded by flowers, I stroll toward a small hill.
Gentle is this grassy slope
redolent of sweet birch and the wildflowers birthed from fertile
earth. I’m at ease as my eyes embrace a valley
extending endlessly with emerald enchantment.
Nature’s nakedness is lush!
Auspicious day! All around me is the ambiance of
spring and scent of grass where sheep now graze.
Gathering sun’s rays, Nature glistens, for she’s become
radiant from her recent rendezvous with Rain!
As Sun in azure sky arrives with all his ardor,
sparrows sing in my shady tree, soothing me.
Sanguine is my soul
as I lie down in the grass
amidst green splendor.
Written March 1, 2016
for Anthony Biaanco's "In the Grass" Contest