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“In serene nature the sailor in me sails on winds of ecstasy
toward divine tranquility.” – By Poet
In the enchanting emerald landscape
the terrain undulates like jade waves
in the panorama of pristine cadence,
the entrenched elegance of earthen embrace
shapes a serene lake.
Sublimely sprawling and sparkling,
its radiant sapphire face looks up
toward the cerulean sky,
entranced by its reflection.
The serenading southern breeze
whispers a mesmerizing music
to the dancing ripples,
waltzing toward the supine shore
with intensely passionate rhythm.
The glitter of the rising sun
shines on the slithering shadows of trees,
lining the contours of the bending banks,
imaged on the tranquil fluid mirror.
The wavering lotus leaves afloat,
oscillate with pulsating fervor,
the full bloom scarlet flush of flower
makes the collage of a fiery tapestry
with the feathers of flaming flamingos.
Their ballerina legs wade
in transparent water with avian grace,
their supple napes swivel
in an artistic show of aquatic ballet.
In the hypnotic gleam of the setting sun,
I watch enthralled the opera in the lake.
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March 16, 2023
Word chosen : Lake
Contest : Writing Challenge - "L" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
The serenity of sensual surrender
causes our hearts to tenderly bloom
like a thousand lilac-colored roses
and purple orchids
whose fragrance lingers beyond our yesterday
into tomorrows
from every emotional breath taken
where their savored scent nourishes our souls
into a sweet fervor of submission
which we cleave to with each kiss
turning our wishes into dreams
through the resplendent colors of the day
into the night
where we offer our treasures as a gift
beneath the stars and halo moonlight
that lays on the face and hair of love
where we hear the sound of trembling heartbeats
ascending like two birds gliding on the winds of heaven
soaring beyond the glimmering starlights
that blaze across the sky
lighting the way before us leading us into a universe
of passionate intoxication, where lovers get drunk
on the eternal ecstasy of love
Oh, how I swoon
in the ruby bliss of your sunset kiss -
your vibrant rays of maturity arouses my fire;
touching me with urgent rapture,
saturating me in sparkles of champagne light, then,
streaming through me in bold shafts of gold.
We embrace
in the broadening bloom of lantana skies -
our burning blend;
your western blaze my prismatic panes
telling biblical stories of love and pain,
bestowing rainbows into depths of dark -
our fervor cast like water-colored sprites
in far-flung illuminations
across dusky medieval arches
enlightening dim granite walls
gracing graceful curves and conscientious columns
in jewel-shades waltzing with your solar pulse.
Our vivacious union reflects our Gothic romance
in mirrored mirages dyeing the staid floor
with painted riches that richly rejoice
in plashes of splashy
orgies of light and glory
the appetite of holy ambiance whet
by warm and cool tones
pregnant with passions of the heart
and imbued with torments and ecstasies
of the soul -
cleaving humanity and divinity
in flaring flair; emerald, sapphire, citrine and garnet,
amid our spellbinding moments
of tantric twilight magic.
Our synergy electrifies
the night-falling quietude of this sacred space
before our enchanted euphoria
begins to wane… and as your dying flame
gives way to the rise of the shy crescent moon
I lose my orgasmic zest
to the evening’s ebon hue.
In vivacious luminous
landscape of luring longing,
desire sculpts dream,
spreads spectrum of ardor
in sapphire sky,
fervor floats on cloud,
shaping sensual crave,
charismatic.
Spring-soaked beguiled brush
paints passionately
murals of rapture
on convivial canvas,
of my heart
ebullient,
portraying the panorama
of lilting life,
adroitly.
In cracked cinnamon
ground fallow,
dry as dune,
parched to the core
in depth of seared soul,
my deserted essence
desiccated,
filled with forsaken sand,
spilled discarded
from abandoned hourglass
demolished,
pervades to abhor
the faded dreams
of fallen foliage
fragile,
its rustle echoes
in twilight terrain,
as rhythm of mirage
migrates enticingly with
hymn of halcyon hope,
momentary.
Weary eyes weep
torrent of tears within,
fill oasis of pathos,
concealed pining cauldron
overflows unrestrained
ephemeral streams,
designs melancholic mosaic,
cataracts to nowhere,
disappears in vale of anguish,
etching motif of dream,
deluding.
Forlorn life’s
remnant distillate
remains designed
with the contours
of eroded banks
of marooned mind,
dwindling.
Cascading cadence
of captivating yearning
composes in reverie
symphony of fervent breeze
surreal,
drifting with dust of sanguinity
buoyant,
from yonder plateau
of primal impulse
to float paper boats
of craving fantasy,
rolling on ripples
of melodic love
of my heart’s lilac lagoon
boundless,
pulsating in endless ecstasy
with concerto of euphoria,
esoteric.
knowing...
if stars should fade when I'm with you
and darkness reigns in midnight blue
I would croon while we rendezvous
sultry lyrics in your ear...
love songs of a balladeer
whispers fondling your neck and face
caressing each exotic place
'til breathless in my warm embrace
there's teasing with finger tips
and tasting from parted lips
our passion stirs without disguise
your need escapes in moans and sighs
I kiss the lids of your closed eyes
there's beauty found in the dark...
when a kiss ignites a spark
our tongues entwine like flames of fire
for want of more, we both conspire
carnal fervor transcends desire
both yearning to sate this thirst...
ardor nearing a cloudburst
in night's gloaming, we were discreet
fulgent beauty, tryst in retreat
love evidenced with each heartbeat
dazzling hours of sweet torment...
in shadows our time was spent
sweet torment... in shadows
Under the shade of trees, we need to be
to veil the sun, invite our shaded bliss
with lonely hearts and nowhere else to flee
we'll satisfy our love with every kiss
held in the soft luminous hush of light
possessed by the gifts that love can render
we carve our names on warm walls of delight
and drift through dreamy realms of surrender
we'll feel the depth and breadth of love's allure
that warms the cooling shade's enchanting brew
in the mists of your eyes, I find fervor
to fill this hidden haven with what's true
Oh, could all moments gather into this
When each measure of time becomes a kiss
I write upon your heart a poem from desire
unconditional fervor from my soul
to fill your heart's realm of passion
a token to express
without tethers or bonds to suffocate your dreams
to allow your soul to read what love brings
And lift you to the sky on the words of love's wings
to soar among your heart's glorious gleams
with poetic words that confess
from a lover's fashion
which flowed from his heart and touched a heartbeat still whole
and lit our sensual eyes with love's fire
To burn with a trembled kiss and not conspire
as we share this bliss with complete extol
and free the binds of compassion
with romantic caress
from a poem of love with an eternal theme
to leave a melody the soul still sings
1/30/21
contest My invented form I write upon
sponsor Constance La France
I would harken back to passions of realm sublime
As melodies of beloved past endearingly chime
Appealing to yesteryears when love was in prime;
If only I could endeavor to journey back in time.
Strolling with you in springs of blooming meadows
We will greet paradise, euphoric thoughts renew,
Indulgent in amorous music heartbeats compose;
If only I could decode secrets, musings of souls coo.
There would be no laments, no recollections irate,
Nary a hint of grief, clenching strife would berate,
For heavenly bliss in your domain will forever elate;
If only I could manage to alter the course of fate.
I will restage how dear-Venus inflamed our mood
As astral orchestra strummed twinkling stellar tune
While courting your fervor waltzing stars wooed;
If only I could succeed to entice the doting moon.
I remember your smile, lauding blushing twilight,
Enamored in lyrics of hearts, fervent verses recite,
O, those moonlit desires would rekindle tonight;
If only I could seduce, reveries of romantic night.
April 16, 2023
This or That, Vol 17 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
If you ask me who my favorite artist is,
I’d say you’d find his canvases in my archive.
In framed landscapes of the auburn meadow,
pathways are swathed by sheath of amber leaves.
The blooming garden lined by the winding frail fence,
fading away in the horizon like the miasma of memory,
trailing the contours of fashioned imagery to the infinity.
The sunburst sky shimmers with the absorbed silence,
soaked up by the ambling clumps of crimson clouds.
A lone bird flies infatuated over the tinged thicket,
the wrought wings scaling the sapphire sky still.
The ardent portraits of nameless vibrant faces,
capture the poignant motif of anguish and ecstasy.
Feminine beauty fixated in chromatic motif of fervor,
dazzles with the passionate hues of the artist’s obsession.
If you ask me who the fervent artist is,
I’d say he is the possessed me.
My time would be made of many happy hours
if you give me a glinting prism of diffracting glass.
I’d split the sun’s spectrum in the VIBGYOR colors,
over your face dawn’s crimson beams would pass.
Show me in a facetted mirror your enticing face,
in my kaleidoscope the alluring motif I’d see you.
Your sweet smile would lace your innate grace,
encased forever in my heart, it’d always be new.
Give me a clear lens of yearning that would magnify
the window of your heart, butterflies could make entry,
where with the pallet full of my ardor they would fly
with my love to make of you a classic portrait for me.
Give me a crystal lens of fervor focusing sharply you
on my unclosed eyes, I’d lose me in realm of reverie,
see your face gleaming in dream all the time anew,
painted to last forever on the canvas of my memory.
Give me your ear for a while, so the music you’d hear
of my heart singing in joy when to me you’re close.
On wings of nightingale love would fly in your sky clear,
for you the melody of ebullient emotion it’d compose.
Posted : July 10, 2019
May 28, 2020
Contest : Favourite Poem From June 2019 Or July 2019
Sponsor : Julia Ward