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Dragonflies practice their ballet
Tendering aflutter their cordial invites
Where nymphs and faeries play
A playful shimmer of glistening ripples
Mirrors of gilded sunlight enchantment
In a universe of magic and serenity
A microcosm of enticing fantasy
A hint of underwater wonderland
Looking on at wavelets quivering
Graceful baby mermaids clone
Under waterlilies that float unfurled
adrift soaking up afternoon rays
Idle with zenlike inspiration
Revelling with flair finesse
Inducing a meditative state
A replica of eden’s garden
Where freedom is a gift
Offered on a ray of sunshine
Published in my photo/poetry book ~WATERLILY GARDEN~ 2019
AP: 2nd place 2025, 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2025
Submitted on September 5, 2019 for N/A THE DAY AWAY sponsored by LU LOO - RANKED 2ND
In my rose garden I can smell the spring coming,
listen the sound of music the whistling zephyr brings,
I taste the dew on the unfurled petals so divine,
the smoothness of silk in their velvet touch I feel.
The pristine smell of rain-soaked soil soars in the air,
the dripping leaves vibrate with the sound of raindrops,
the taste of purity I get pouring from the melted clouds,
their soothing touch satiates my parched throat.
I smell on you the enticing scent of a blooming woman,
sound of rustling foliage echoes in your rhythmic footsteps,
when you are on my arms, I taste sweet desire on your lips.
For my winter the warm touch of your love I shall keep.
December 3, 2019
Contest : Smell, sound, taste, touch repeat sense
Sponsor : Sheri Fresonke Harper
When the seraphic spring departed it left for me
a posy of purple rose as dainty as the dew of dawn.
I placed it in the alluring vase of my entranced heart,
drenched it with love, it won’t wilt in the craving heat.
In midsummer amorous mystique night, I’d take you
through the moondust mist to the dulcet seashore.
Tuning my pulsating heart with its sapphire rhythm,
on your pearly arms I’d place the bouquet and me.
With the enticing melody of whistling zephyr’s flute,
and with the mesmeric music of the rolling waves,
I’d compose the lyric of my love to resonate for you
with my yearning glistening with dreams in your eyes.
As I’d reach the crescendo of my summer swan song,
nothing more I could ask from you, for you’d be mine.
Even when we reach the edge of dissolving twilight zone,
our paths won’t part, for I’d make love the way you like.
Inspired by Iron Maiden’s song Dance of Death
When the transiting sun shined enchantingly,
spreading color spectrum in the chameleon sky,
I saw once the masked figures of ingenious craft,
walk with me enticed on the broken garden path.
At nightfall, I didn’t hear their footsteps prancing,
while their masks dissolved in the depth of darkness,
I saw their shapeless hollow faces
that chilled my spine immobile.
In the desolate domain of eerie milieu,
under the ebony shadow of the opaque sky,
on the murky hideous landscape desolate,
the nocturnal creatures danced lifeless,
stalking me as sinister night riders,
that slithered in the sly from the creepy forlornness
of the scary wild where I followed them entranced.
With the arcane image of death concealed,
as feral creatures of deceptive charm they lurked.
Like the sordid silhouettes of lethal menace
they stealthily sneaked with the shadow of dark danger
into the quintessence of my placid life.
They sipped my soul’s nectar from the chalice of squalid night,
enticing me to join them in the dance of death.
After the party ended in the middle of the fatal night,
the shapeless figures left one by one.
The psychedelic lights dissolved into gripping darkness,
the spiteful wild air rippled with the cadence of death.
Then I saw the figures return, floating in the rhythm of ballet.
Chiseled from the blocks of deadly darkness
their fragile frames configured from the vicious void
assembled to fill my lonesome emptiness
that danced to the music of death.
I sensed me sinking with my morphed essence
within the flowing trance of the mystique night.
I heard the distant bell toll faint for me,
the music of life’s violin stopped in an instant
within the time transcending depth of silence.
When my time flowed to the stilled past, I wanted to relive,
I felt the invisible cold grip take away my last breath,
until I emerged from the spell of trance,
when my soul arose from the fathomless unknown depth,
where I had been hypnotized,
making music in infinite solitude for the dance of death.
Watch out!
She plays the seduction game
too well, my friend.
Be careful now!
Just the flick of her eyelid
hypnotizes
benighted meek men.
Her come-hither wink,
enough to reel in
fishes big and small.
Tread with caution!
Don't fall for her charms.
She's a dangerous spider
luring unsuspecting prey
into her sticky, intricate web
with an enticing bait.
Beware!
She's led legions of men
to utter destruction
like a film noir femme fatale.
Now she's trying
to add me
to her sizeable collection of fools;
casting in her fishing reel,
waiting for me
to rise to the bait,
but little does she know,
I'm neither fish nor fool.
I stay out of the water,
because I can't swim!
Nature waits with pristine beauty
to paint landscape pictures dainty,
but canvas remains blank hidden
like white faces of town children.
Winter comes on wings of north wind,
dazzle of snow makes vision blind.
The meadows once green pale frozen
like white faces of town children.
Enticing autumn winds blow high
within the limits of blue sky,
detached clumps of cloud are driven
like white faces of town children.
In the garden behind the fence
remote spring enters in silence.
Wan jasmine petals still glisten
like white faces of town children.
October 1, 2019
Syllable count : 8 each line
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Town Children
Sponsor : Julia Ward
Blue faded.
The same horizon, the same clouds
changed by brushes from an impressionist painter.
The lavender sky blushes
and the crest of the cheery trees beams
as the wind hums, enticing belated bumblebees.
Twigs rattle waking a little shepherdess bellow.
Amber eyes browse the dusky glen.
She whistles, summoning her hound
and ties her undulating hair with a butterfly.
She engenders a ballroom below the tree’s canopy.
and abandons her boot, her cap, her apparel.
A blushful wind sews a new dress with dead leaves.
She tiptoes on the top of the grass blades
and two small primroses flourish on her face
as the tender breeze takes a rhyme from her lips.
The tangling grass tickles her feet
and a perishing sunray slips between the leaves
to reach her cheeks.
She hoovers free and twirls making herself a target
for distracted bowmen…
.. her dog barks and she eyes down
to a basket with four remaining heart-shaped berries.
Night arrives and starlight precipitates.
The little shepherdess greets the drops of rain with a spin.
Listen, listen to the lingering melody.
radiant
as a tapestry
more enticing
in the dawnlight
once rejected
now
searching blindly
adorned with silver&gold
a fragrance of anticipation
in this oasis of words
what joy together
blossoming in the shade
til fulfilled
with sounds&calls
as shadows flee
adored&adorned
rejoicing
rising as
a fragrant bloom
come away
a treasured fruit
to
excite&entice
living water flowing
to my heart
now
afloat
yet chosen&engaged
as bright as the moon
in Spring
blossoming brimming
with awakened desire
enticing as opening buds
unfolds
awakened from a wilderness
carried&conceived
from an infinite fire
peace to yield
with a voice to ear
we
listen to love
Oh, how I love staring up at the ethereal radiance of the moon,
resting against the endless onyx-black sky.
Her magical and mystical pearlescent glow is cast upon me,
I am delivered from my darkness—
I am shielded from my shadows.
The moon‘s celestial veil captivates me,
enticing me with her enchanting aura;
Her enigmatic beauty and powerful magnetism mesmerizes me.
When she is in her full-phase, so large and luminous, she appears nearby,
as if there is only a short distance keeping her and I apart.
Oh, how I wish it was possible to journey to the moon,
and walk lingeringly among the cratered rocky debris and gray powdery dust.
I would cherish the utter silence and serenity of space around me,
while forgetting all the desolation and ruination of the world I had left behind.
He could charm anyone
His words
So sweet
The sentiments
Such treats
Tasty
Divine
So fine
He was a charmer
He left behind trails
Of sugared words
That lead up to his home
Made up of candy
Ever so dandy
Enticing
Making the visitor want to take a bite
Sugarcoated delight
Cotton candy rhymes
That would melt in the mouth
But, oh, what is this?
Something spoils the bliss
In a minute or two
A taste different, new
Sweet turns to bitter
Words turn vile
And there goes the smile
Tears melt the cotton candy
Making it gritty, sandy
The truth is out
It’s a house made of doubt
He was such a charmer
But he was really a harmer
Whose candy was striped
With the blood of the hearts
Of those he’d left behind
Eileen Manassian
Disclaimer: I fully realize this is not gender specific. There are charmer/harmers on both sides.