Long Flame Poems
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Enamored in adulation of your whispering night
I adore charming moonlit sky, arousing doting vibes,
Seducing the peeking stars on incandescent arc
Beholden to romantic flame blazing in your eyes,
Wooing constellations twinkling in an astral dance
Amid outburst of meteor storms, celestial sparks
Knowing that is everything you ever asked for
From tangerine emotions scripted on lovesick skies,
When in embrace of soft twilight, holding my hands,
Deep within thoughts, you fondly fancied about
What it would be like to hear euphony of affection
In eternity of love-song warbling from our hearts,
As we take this evening into bosoms of new dawn
And kiss the resplendent morn in each other’s arms
Living the dream of ruby visions in butterfly nebula
Floating in cosmos on coral wingspans of romance.
October 17, 2019
Placed 2nd: Living the dream poetry contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Placed 3rd: Strand select D contest by Brian Strand
POTD
Tipping the light with curves arched
and flowing with rain,
she mounts her tinseled limbs
on summertime's crest--
The trees, seeds, and flame
in her eyes lightly open
the fingertips of near August.
Quick to beat on belly drums,
her shadow trance melts
the liquid stars in one tender rush...
How unbridled and young is she,
holding the skirt that lifts into a dance
of raw abandon: the moon hangs
like a harp strutting a rhumba that drifts
on gloss of her arms:
And if every detail of silk on her derriere
can be sewn in weaves fondling her shade ,
this she shall bring too...
In a summer of July's reckless abandon.
First place~
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THREE LITTLE WORDS
Three little words, “I'll love you to infinity”
Okay, please don't write me letters
I realize it's five little words but who cares
Five words are probably better
To prove the depth of my deep devotion
I use all the tricks in the book
Must be showing on my weathered old mug
With this sappy dreamy eyed look
Can't help it, I look and feel like a clown
No control, you're totally to blame
Have you no pity, you've set me on fire
And constantly fanning my flame
Guess you could call it a poem about love
Some poets are famous for this
Really not asking for no fame or fortune
Just a tender sweet hug and a kiss
Okay THREE little words then, “I love you”
Really has quite the same meaning
Thinking of yelling it from up on the rooftops
But I might get arrested for screaming
ENDLESS LOVE
Tell me
What burns with a
Great flame that an
Inferno, yet benign
And consumes not?
Tell me
What shines with a
Dazzling brightness than
The glare of the sun
Yet as tender as
The moon and
Divulges no flaw?
Tell me
What shelters more from
The beset of gale of fate
And salves more than
The balm of gilead?
Tell me
What could be more
Tender than
Cosset of myriads
Of lovers?
Roses are beautiful
But wilts.
Tell me what
Could be so beautiful
And wilts not?
A pearl, diamond is.
And forever lasts, but
To theft it subjects
Tell me
What pearl
Forever lasts and
Thieving hands
Defies?
I tell you nothing,
Nothing than mothers
Endless love
It wilts not.
“Dead poets are never truly gone; they leave their breath inside our breath, their fire inside our souls. Every time we write, their unfinished lines rise to meet us.” Quote by the poetess
I hold one of your poems in my hand, Panagiata,
and feel the air still trembling
with the force of your poetic voice.
You wrote as if the page were a living thing~
as if truth itself leaned forward
to be shaped by your hands.
Your words carried heat,
a fierce compassion that refused to dim,
a verbacity that rose like flame
yet warmed more than it burned.
You saw light in me
before I dared to name it,
called me poet
when I still whispered the word
as if it belonged to someone else.
Your praise steadied me.
Your criticism sharpened me.
Both felt like blessings
from a woman who understood
what it costs to speak one’s truth.
The ground holds your body,
but not your fire.
That lives in every line you left behind,
in every poet you touched,
in the echo of courage
you pressed into my hands.
I bow my head
not in sorrow alone
but in gratitude~
for the way you taught me
that a poem is not merely written
but lives,
and that a voice, once awakened,
must not and shall not ever be silenced.
Entering the dark side of a moonbeam is always very risky
since the cold and howling bitterness of the night escapes,
as a moaning, devilish agony of selfishness devours the good.
As the human heart fills with air, a legion of grieving spirits
in the human psyche is at once intoxicated with the sacred
kissed-gift of this hallowed eve as promised by the Devil.
Cain searches now within Life’s Garden that special hiding
place where unsuspecting Zombies of a grief-stricken nature
dwell whilst being seduced by a darkness as fires burn black.
What remains evident is an emotionless being who is tortured
with murderous feelings that are affected when the dark smoke
blows away all pride and one finds there is no remorse at all.
An agonizing pain is cleared now with the Moon’s eclipse as
the ghosts and goblins of the Devil seek “Hate’s Trigger” that
lies under a deep-dark crater where twilight ghosts cry out now.
These demonic ghosts are known as the “Crying Beggars of Despair,”
who haunt the soul of mankind and are born out of the dark ashes of
unhappy wild beasts who speak with tongues of envy and sadness.
These ghosts now set up their invisible barbed-wire boundaries
that they want to burst later as they begin fighting for their true
existence in the Devil’s own “Dark Netherworld of Lost Souls.”
These ghosts begin now to dance gracefully in the dark shadows as
their deceptive tongues make false complaints and poisonous lies
that throw the state of mind of the demonic ghosts into utter turmoil.
With this evil event, their blood rushes rapidly below the skin’s
surface, as a fear now clings to their throat as an eternal burning
battle gains no foothold to the next following step they must take.
Yes, even for the Devil’s own demonic ghosts from the depths of
Hell itself, their life, their very own existence is incredibly fragile
and vulnerable just like a match is to a flame. Mors omnia solvit.
Gary Bateman,
Anne-Lise Andresen
and Liam McDaid
(Tercet)
21.12.2021
Poem of the Day : 23.12.2021
Our soul's luminous light filters the depth of darkness
shining like a woven thread into the stillness of time
It was there where we met, in a universe long forgotten
where we merged wrapped in the twilight of breaking dawn
We've known love in worlds that have passed
before we cried out for a new birth
where our spirits rolled like thunder
needing to be heard
You are the emptiness I feel
until we meet...in every journey
when we cross the arc of time once again
Somewhere
when our lips finally meet
and the rush of this new world stops
It's there trapped in the fragrance
Love will be forever warm
To drift in a dream, where our hearts flutter
and love's face glows, in all its colors
To float away with life's night
where our souls capture love's fire
holding its flame gently
To feel the velvet petals of passion's flower
where the fragrance wafts from blooms
caressing our yearnings with the sweet scent
of intoxication
As our hearts merge in glorious freedom
leaving this world without a care
slowing the flight of hummingbirds
when we whisper a symphony of desire
heard by welcome ears
until the beautiful dawn splays ever soft
across sensual eyes of love
leaving us standing over the graves of our hearts
as we await another life, in another place and time
for our love is eternal and we will meet again
2/23/18 contest Free Verse on Love
Silence is the messenger to my heart
Love, the soft glow to my eternal flame
While your faith keeps it lit while we're apart
And the distance of longing calls your name
Though the many miles have kept us captive
Far from warm arms and comforting love
We share a patience each night and relive,
a distance searching in defiance of
As I lay here counting shadows, I smile
And think of you warmly bathed in jeweled light
I shall breathe in your vision for awhile
To calm my troubled soul in peaceful flight
To be a traveler who crosses space
To bond your mouth closer with sweetest taste
contest Long Distance Love
Wise man say, “No laugh up sleeve, while wear heart on same.
For misconstrued may be, lose heart's desire, passion's flame.”
Happy dentist say, when at chair, always looking down in mouth,
“If two-thirty appointment, timely arrive, open wide, north and south.”
Smart dry cleaner say, “When laundering get old, ironing fatigues.
Fresh stuff, no fluff nor fold, we take care of pressing needs.”
Keen optician see eye to eye, at visit end, focus on clear point of view
say, "You now seeing well, looking good too.”
Lactose intolerant say, “No cry over milk, inadvertently spilled.
Unless pint unpaid for and unlucky one, who lose bottle, be acutely billed.”
One unhinged psychoanalyst ask, “Jung at heart was Freud.
How it make you feel?” If on couch pay to lie, reply, “You unemployed!”
Thrifty bank manager ask, “Check in, overdraft terms discuss.
Open savings account, would you credit, spending holidays with us?”
Enlightened electrician say, "Know what's watt, watts' what, no shirk.
When in dark, put hands in air, many hands make light work.”
Savvy shipbuilder who post note, quite staunch,
he write, 'Don't come a-knocking, if boat a-rocking, we out to launch.'
Polite gynaecologist say, "Business looking up, ever more each week.
Sit on table, feet in stirrups, arms akimbo, legs a-spread, turn other cheek.”
Prudent sage say, “Patience virtue, virtuous who want to stay?
No play all work boring make, moment grasp, incentive take, seize day.”
She asks me,
from a sense of curiosity
commandeering the comfort of her heart,
like clouds spilling a thousand secrets,
How are you feeling...
I want to suffer alone tonight...
But you can't be alone,
you have Me...
I just need the echo of darkness tonight...
But you can't be alone,
You have me...
I just need the echo of darkness tonight...
I can be your darkness...
You're so beautiful,
even in the darkness...
Just stay with me...
I want to stay with you...
What upset you,
tell me my Love...
I just want quiet pain tonight...
I love you...
I will see you in the dawn my Luv...
A love trauma storm
has begun to soak my splitting soul
with a million volts of ageless ache,
memories of innocence voicing exuberance
pulses of naivety needing nothing more
than a simple vibrant kiss
on a virgin nerve,
being struck by the shock
of multiple hearts held in one avericious hand,
experiencing vein ripping rage,
learning that divided loyalty
is a lip smack lasceration
that can only be stitched by tears true,
and lonely moments soothed by gratitude
gaslit into a nausea that ruptures
the rock of devotion into a wilting will,
I have known both faces of love,
the one that makes the heart of a Man
a fortress of flame and a beast of lust,
and the one that makes a Man
the sword of a rogue warlord,
I also know that love is a monster
of awesome appetite relentless,
love will devour you to the bone,
and that love will resurrect you
from despair seemed certainty,
Through my conquest of internal confliction,
I have realized as rain in free fall,
that love is a conviction in real heartbeat,
a love ethic raw on the tongue of Time,
that the purpose of passion
is not to please you
but to preserve you,
to make meaning of your eyes,
We choose our conflicts
as desire chooses a target,
I'll be your target as long as you set me on fire,
let's not make love a battle between
the subjective and the objective,
let's make it an inviolable truth alive today,
let's say goodbye to expectations
and to judgements rude,
let's just love one another with pure intent,
no conflict, no prediction,
no hesitation from hell,
My Luv, it's now dawn,
embrace me as Venus to flesh renewed,
I am your truth of wild taste,
and I your touchstone of life,
together we are poetry in primal ink...
J.A.B.