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Why You Should Choose Love When All You Want To Do Is Run. -- Kelsey L.O.
I plunge into the labyrinth of your soul,
dim-lit corridors,
looping, convoluted and tortuous.
I search fervently for your endearing love.
glimpse dim lights that glow like flashes,
waves of a calm mountain spring,
at times trickling and sluggish
often overflowing and surging,
occasionally meandering and gushing.
At your volition
I feel your cataclysmic affection:
In my confusion I know not what I feel:
a relish of pleasure experienced?
or a neurotic obsession of losing you?
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Be my darling for me honey a Valentine Just be mine…
Thank you for loving me as yourself
I thank you for your so loneliness
Is your strength, your heart beats strong?
I embrace you close aligned with the Father’s arms;
Be my darling for me honey a Valentine, Just be mine…
Endearing love harvested heart, I love you sought
Reign down from the hands of God, I love you wrought
Caressing steps embellishment, I love you more, not less
God has blew His prefect breath;
Be my darling for me honey a Valentine, Just be mine…
I hold you in mine heart, I witness your spirit soul due part;
I love the love you love, I am in love with you love so true and I am snug;
Be my darling for me honey a Valentine, Just be mine…
Come onto me let’s get warm;
Embrace allow me to rub your face, May I stand next to your perfect space?
Endearing love harvested heart, reign down from the hands of God
Caressing steps embellishment, God has blew His prefect breath, come let us kiss;
12/17/22
For Valentine Gift Card Creation Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Bobby May
Pete and I were gob smacked by these saviors in October of sixty-two.
Women in our apartment swiftly efficiently measured our heads too.
We both wanted to know why, but back in the sixties, kids did not ask.
The women were gluing and shaping with vigor, an arduous task
Kids were sent to our kitchen to get their heads measured and noted.
Any idea? We whispered. All of us were afraid to be quoted.
This was back in the day when adults were the only ones in charge.
To ask them anything was daunting, not done, considered a barge.
When women were finished, we each had a helmet on our little head.
Pete and his argyle sweater made me grin, a bow-tied alien instead.
What is happening? He frowned at me and shook his head ‘no’.
During my childhood, kids did not dare ask, argue, or blow.
Spied this photograph in Grandma Kay's album and I had to laugh.
Helmets was supposed to save us from nuclear fallout and the riff raff.
These women engineers were intense, and eager to save us though.
Endearing memory to this day. Their love for us a nostalgic glow.
So intimate is, spectrum of love hues sublime
Vivifying our body, through touch sensory
As we meld into ambedo trance every time
Rekindling thereby, our pristine divinity
Sensuality heightened, if we be present
Imbibing subtle nuances within our heart
Thought rested awareness, flowing with the current
At each instant, throb of bliss ignition restarts
So intimate is, our continual breath flow
Pranic energy, percolating within deep
Moment to moment, innate aliveness aglow
As the nectar divine, into our pores does seep
Mindful presence, equal both within and without
Radiating a mysterious magnetism
No desires remain, onto which ego may grout
Endearing eye, bridging narrow thought form chasms
So intimate is, touch of lovers holding hands
In silence, exchanging love electricity
Their auras intermingling, gently understand
Tranquil fulfilment, thus in continuity
A walk along the beach, waves lapping up the shore
Soft moonlight enlivening the play of delight
Love in love with love for love alone, yearns for more
Teasing caress divine, radiant day and night
So intimate is, the flow of our innocence
Flitting gently from sensation to sensation
Void and manifestation merged in this parlance
A seamless continuum of meditation
Our vaporised self, assigning no preference
All life coordinates having equal appeal
Sensual vibrancy of the divine dream dance
Renews afresh that bliss throbs we so fully feel
Oh hermit! Each touch intimate and sensual
Lived from our stillness fulcrum, as Gods miracle
31-January-2021
Life is a meandering stream ~
a series of endearing dream
savour delights, pleasures and joys,
pleasing memories brightly gleam.
heartfelt love join us together...
compassion, gratitude tender
trust in power of empathy
yearning blossoms for each other ~
euphoric Nature nurtures us
offering a recluse - gorgeous!
mountains, oceans, meadows and trees…
profuse blessings magnanimous ~
family fosters unique bond
a close doting tie, we are fond..
unconditional affection
devotion, ever and beyond ~
Poetry ~ solace for many
depicts life's passionate journey
portrayed with profound emotions..
bliss, sadness, regrets, if any ~
May 11, 2022
For "Rubaiyat" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Checked - 8 syllables in each line - by HMS.com
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Blindingly bright: flames devour rocky:
the cliff.
Provide shape: pace matter falter:
into skiff.
Flaring lava: falls spinelike leaps:
as waterfall.
Mother nature: monstrous farce vast:
peak tall.
Roused dawn: shine grace glide:
from sky.
Sloughing paints: bright shades blaze:
the eye.
Scalding steam: flow plunge strong:
daze lava.
Erupting volcano: crater flame scent:
the java!
Defiant against: posh rough notched:
the assault
Cherry blossom: tree gripping charged:
a fault
Growing proud: bright shades stark:
the sight
Nature endearing: lovers blooms lust:
the blight
1st place contest winner
Written: March 06, 2023
Upto You Again Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Kuhlmann is a poem of two phrases interspersed with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns, adjectives, etc)with an integral title. The label and form are derived from the baroque poet Qiorinus Kuhlmann's special sonnet form Love-kiss XLI/ Inspired by the poem KUHLMANN the form written by Poet: Brian Strand
Her eyes are of golden brown,
they look to you for reassurance.
Every move you make, she is there,
not wanting to miss a thing.
She's like a little human being,
wanting comfort and cuddles.
All the while, she is loyal and ever present.
Her young age is apparent in the way the energy she expels.
Running, leaping, jumping through the trees and streams.
She is adorable and so very obedient.
My son adores her like nothing else.
I watch them play in the garden;
time is forgotten as they are lost amongst their games.
They enter the house, panting with joy, only to exit again
after a long drink.
I smile to myself as I hear my son talking to her like a friend.
Funny thing is, she listens almost like she understands.
This is so endearing.
Melodies pour out from my soul.
They float up towards the stars,
swirl in and around clouds,
swerve, spiral and swoop like swallows
in search of their cozy homely branches
of the tall stately cedar trees.
Melodies of my passionate serenade,
a dulcet harmonious canticle of praise,
listen, they sing of my undying love
for you, just for you and none other than you.
For I was made for you as you were made for me.
What can come between us, my loved one?
Melodies of mine whirl glide and waltz,
like a breeze among the thick-leaved trees,
under the canopy of star-lit night sky and settle
upon your luscious lips in a long endearing kiss.
Each poem I birth
Is a child of my heart
Flesh of my flesh
Bone of my bone
Word of my soul
Conveyor of my emotions
Each one is unique
Different….
One is always happy
And sees the bright side of life
The eternal optimist
With not a care in the world
With a song on her lips
She traipses about and everywhere she goes
Flowers bloom
And the sun peeks out
To welcome her
The other is intimately acquainted
With her mother’s world
Of suffocating despair
She sees the tear behind the smile
The insecurity behind the laugh
Her loneliness
This child of my is consumed by worry
That Mama may go through with it this time
And no longer be there to love her
She quietly watches
Her daily fight for survival
For escape
From the demons that haunt her life
And so…she bears her sorrow
Trying to be strong for MAMA
Her tears she hides as she cries in the closet
Knowing its Mama’s tears in her eyes
And Mama’s pain in her heart
I love this child of mine, for she sees what no one else sees
One of my children was conceived in frenzied passion
And she is its embodiment
She devours life
Her passion relishes
Life
Love
Nature
Friends
She is intense to the point of insanity
Those who know her are electrified by her presence
For she is….
Always endearing
Always charming
Always in love
Always flirting...teasing...pleasing
Always passionate….to the point of losing herself
In the moment
My little one….ah, my little one is a romantic dreamer
Her eyes never focus on the here and now
She perches on the windowsill
Seeing her castle in the distance
Waiting for her knight in shining army
To sweep her away on his gallant steed
With flowing mane
And thundering hoofs
Matching the thundering beat of her heart
She waits to be whisked to
A forever land of dreams
Of flowers and sunshine
Of birds chirping by streams
And love better than in the world she’s seen
Oh, but my eldest
How my heart bleeds
For my child of wrath
Born of my affair with Zeus
Sending out thunderbolts
Livid by injustice
Seething with anger
At all that is inhumane
Welding his sword
Eager for revenge
For retribution
I fear for this my child
Who often is about to draw blood
In mortal combat with the enemy
Ever at the point of death...
(End of Part I)
Eileen Manassian Ghali
countless years of toil took toll on his health,
cruel poverty ravaged his handsome looks,
beloved wife fell sick, closed her tired eyes,
only friend remaining the dearest violin..
and little chirping birdie in cage for comfort!
gifted musician kept on playing
the best tunes he created in his life…
charming melodies from his tender childhood,
endearing family, beautiful cottage
beside a murmuring brook, humming songs
amidst the lap of magnificent nature!
when glorious golden love blossomed
like a ruby red rose at teenage years,
dainty beautiful damsel held his hands,
together they imagined of a peaceful life,
with love and music, Violin and Guitar !
life didn't work out the way they fondly dreamed,
poverty, hard work, painful diseases...
bitter sadnesses of the real world,
finally the soulmate departed, leaving
him behind lonely with a heavy heart!
sound of Violin still enchants the empty space,
tiny Koel from the hills, the intent listener !
October 20, 2022
"Painting Prompted" Poetry Contest
Picture: 3
155 words (160 max.)
Sponsor: Lisa YY
FIRST PLACE