Long Enrapture Poems
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O, e’er she cometh and calleth me from the barren wolds whereupon lieth the first palpitation of the laconic exchange of bashful glances;
O, whensoe’er thy dulcet voice wafteth o’er the hummock, and thy throat trilleth for none but me, mine eccentric euphoria is celebrated by nature;
O, in the untrodden tryst wouldst thou palliate the passion of mine? I pray you, do love me, fair damsel, only because I really love thee.
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Prithee, my ladie, my beautie, tell me wouldst thou fain love me? Knowest thou I am fain to gain thee, and hope I thou art so. Once hither thou camest and didst canoodle me, wert thou fearless and didst enrapture me. Thou , undaunted, snuggle’dst, kiss’dst , embrace’dst a swain. E’er thou wast fain to have me lain on the lovers’ crimson bed. And when dost thou bestow upon me the ancient ecstasy, and sleek is the cheek of my kingly belle, feel I relieved i’th’ glaring tryst, my sweet love !
"Like a Name You’ve Forgotten"
A strange storm has arrived
flexing its muscles
around me its arms
wrap electric life, hot
rippling veins of light
you can hear its heart beat
like yours is thunder
as the sky makes love to you
as if to say, earth bound creature
I’m here to enrapture, fully take you
you think that I’m your
Dark Night
when I’m through with you
you’ll feel my hot tears
on your cool skin, wanting more
as the other you
leaves like a warm mist
to walk in the ether
in your sleep
I’ll kiss your eyelids
and you’ll wake
in my arms
a sensuous cornucopia
breathing fire in your shine
like a comet burning
like another fallen star
my sky is peppered with diamonds
I pick one from your indigo
like a velvet lover
chooses a wild flower
from the weeds
I’ll slip it to you gently
like you’re a new bride
as I whisper your name
on some foreign shore
waiting for the sun to rise
like a name you’ve forgotten
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“Have a great time always with God’s gracious blessings!”
…Awesome message of triumphant wise policy...
Daily*, I face life through the Lord’s enthusiasm-fervency
To have delightful times of jubilant musings!
Sundays do enrapture me by enthusiastic praise-filled worship
Around friendship-bond and prayer-togetherness…
…Gearing Mondays’ pursuits of steward’s faithfulness
Within fruitful harmonious work-relationship!
On Tuesdays are routinely chores needing enthusiasm’s might
Midst smiting trials challenging my victor’s stand;
Wednesdays give respite from grievous pressures’ demand
Along faith-driven plight toward peaceful distress-flight!
With Thursdays’ busy schedule and assignments
Divine interventions become marvelous grace
As for Fridays’ rush hours to hurdle the tough race
Enthusiastic zeal works marvels in harsh engagements!
Saturdays end weeks with productive toils’ harvest
Knowing that all has been done beyond the utmost.
Though worst times meddle, they’re just part of the good post
What matters is spending seconds with enthusiasm’s best.
*Psalm 61:8 So will I sing praise unto thy (LORD's) name for ever, that I may daily perform my vows.
July 21, 2018
Edited on June 19, 2020
2nd place, "Write a Poem about Enthusiasm" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 6/30/2020.
These words, here before me,
Carry meanings, so free.
That phrase, over there,
Evokes images, so rare.
This sentence, so precise,
Paints a picture, concisely.
Those expressions, beyond,
Stir emotions, so fond.
I ponder these terms,
Their elegance, it yearns.
You hear them, so clearly,
Their impact is so near.
The rhythm of speech,
These words, they implore.
Flowing, ebbing, with grace,
Captivating this space.
In the dance of langue,
Beauty's song is sung.
Words that enchant, enrapture,
Their power, they capture.
These symbols are so bold,
Truths they unfold.
Repainting the world,
With hues, ever true.
Oh, the beauty of words,
Their splendour, is stirred.
In this language, so grand,
I find joy, close at hand.
I sing an enchanting song for you tonight
With many-hued lyrics that's so bright
And lots moonshine and beetles alight
Look into my eyes of pure delight
I can only give you from what I am
The spirited boy and dexterous man
Everything can be a shambles of whispered leaves
Dont be intimidated if I one day go on my knees
You caught the tinkle in my eyes seasons ago
Born from a distant planet and stars that's all I know
Often I'm a benevolent boy with a cuddle-some heart
I with good grace give from my heart an unblemished part
Round and round we go drunk in love
An unfaltering entirety of what we have is enough
Now before I go to dream and fall asleep
I will enrapture you a butterfly's kiss to meet
Temporal vision is all temporary wise, leading,
deceiving, so let be open the pupil of my spiritual eye.
Surpassing, deception, dissembling & diatribe.
Lose the misunderstandings inherent in the clouding
conspiring passing play, of life’s speeding day by night
nocturnal wise ways.
Light surpassing time & circumstance,
grant me leave, grant me space in light waves to journey
with their nuanced dance through the passes of time,
looming all round over bluffs,
and the parting of ways.
let the eye of true insight enrapture me in pure delight.
©Joe Maverick 5-02-2011
For Rick Parise's contest.
Benevolent Altruistic Intentions
Benefactors of benevolence breaching the veils of kindness
Abstractions of reverence reaching out beyond the spiritual blindness
Retractors of inference screeching shouts about the mindlessness
Transactors of temperance teaching about the silence
Omnipresent supernatural beings beyond comprehension
Fluorescent lighting and scenes that defy logical convention
Incandescent dreams that inspire surrealist intervention
Convalescent screams reaching out for a new medical invention
Altruistic inclinations from the over proceeded few
Alchemistic infiltrations that convert the antiquated to the brand new
Dualistic invocations that double the meaning of a small few
Narcissistic invitations that seclude the virtue from the slew
Algorithmic combinations that segregate and manufacture
Journalistic imitations that propagate too much conjecture
Synergistic configurations that ameliorate scientific fractures
Shamanistic invocations that conjure up dream like enrapture
Abrasive reprehension that formulates a tear in my eye
Persuasive notes of tension that gather around one about to die
Invasive comprehension as complexities begin to rise
Persuasive genuflection that initiates the urge to cry
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
Opaque opal- like white Moon
showing pallid face at noon.
Nascent crescent descent Moon
peeps at dusk reflecting reveries.
Maroon Half-Moon rises
arousing ripples of romance
Clouds at platoon trying
to put astral veil of mist.
Giant gorgeous gibbous Moon glazes
to enrapture night.
Abloom Full Moon in spoon full charm
makes lovers frantic lunatic.
Soon smiling couple is hypnotized
in gaudy glare and about to swoon.
Ensnared in eclipse Full Moon
slips through shadow of Earth
leaving behind sullen silhouette
sunken in starry sky
Blue Blood Moon in scarlet glow
winks in frolic flare to mesmerize.
Enrapture me, sweet radiance of beams.
As April takes her leave, I now implore
you. Fall upon me amber as in dreams
you came to me when cold was at my door.
Anoint me, oh sun, with rays of gold.
With spring’s arrival I’ve been made as clean
as drifts of peaceful clouds that heavens hold;
rinsed hopeful as the earth arrayed in green.
I walk midst meadow flowers, face upturned
as warmth like honey pours onto my skin.
The mirthless months are gone! My spirit yearned
for a rebirth, so now I take you in.
My only sin- neath winter’s pall I pined
with flagging faith for sacrament of sunshine.
Feel the fresh new breeze. Fly yourself with it to fields
Abloom with asters of September. Acquiese to fall, but more . . .
Let yourself be led to linger where it touches leaves with gold.
Luxuriate in all for you that fall can have in store!
Dally with it! Let its display of beauty dazzle you.
Embrace it finally with effervescence so you may more fully be
Enchanted by its flavors. Savor them as well as its earthy aromas.
Pluck its plump ripened apples. Inhale the fall’s unique potpourri.
Immerse yourself in it!
Notice everything. Never in another season will you see ablaze
The trees with such bright colors.
Only will you see this in autumn’s days.
Admire and appreciate this pre-winter time.
Under a harvest moon, how many lovers have sighed?
Twilights of October – let their splendor fill your eyes.
Umber then will caress you sooner. This can’t be denied.
Memories of summer wane - so fall deeply . . . till fall is through.
Nature’s swan song for the year – let it enrapture you.
Oct. 2, 2020
for Edward Ibeh's Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Title Chosen: #4. Fall Deep Into Autumn