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She felt his presence by her side
Her first reaction – unimpressed.
She turned her head, a toss of hair,
The situation she assessed.
Maybe it was the dauntless smile
Perhaps the wicked twinkling eyes
The self-assurance in his poise...
Do warning bells ever suffice?
She sipped her drink and options weighed
He praised her looks and wispy gown
His flavoured words - delicacy
Her guard she weakly lowered down.
Till late at night beneath the stars
They danced to music, hands on hips
If ever doubts had crossed her mind
Erased they were by burning lips.
She found him suave and debonair
His face, ethereal, divine
Attentive eyes looked deep within
His lips still tasted of sweet wine.
The music played; he held her tight
Each sense alive and needing more
She whispered breathlessly to him,
"There's more to me you must explore."
Behind closed doors, he lay her down
And kissed each part that he undressed
Before her nakedness was shown
Her face he tenderly caressed.
"I will not take what is not mine;
You will not be a one night stand."
"My love," she said with bated breath,
You'll guide my life; I'll guide your hand."
A Callman Collaboration (Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian)
The rays of nature, flowing into the human spirit
landing in its softest spot and sweeping through its lattice
everything then changes with the being becoming a wondrous and happy fool
as romance marries the heart to become one being
In the faculty of love, inexplicable passions are seen
with minty-flavoured affections becoming its dean
all corners of the soul, kept so clean
while the stronghold of selfishness becoming really lean.
Adult mind, stripped by a sense of care quite mean
and to the reaction from the loved, it stays completely keen
emotional susceptibility, becomes its covering like the jean
as the breath of Love, pricks all senses like pin
the effect of its inhale, hindered by nothing
passing through the hollow of feelings no matter how thin
it never feels wrong or else everything good is a sin
so accept this deep breath and let love win
For the contest: Second Chance #3Contest Info
by Broken Wings
N/A in the contest: Second Chance
Contest deadline: 4/13/2016 12:00:00 AM
Published: 2/10/2015
The sound of the oboe is an invitation for love. – My quote.
Listen, my sweet love, can you hear its sound?
It makes me wish to hug tight and kiss you.
It vibrates softly through the woods around.
It is no wonder true love always grow.
The oboe's balmy melody that haunts,
Resembling a fine choir richly endowed,
But what need have we of people around?
Reminding us of love and all our wants?
Once heard, not forgotten, though there's no crowd.
Listen to our love sighs as soft as sound.
A rune in honour of the rising moon.
From languishing lento, or diverging
Into a crescendo only to tune
Mellifluous melody, varying
Blue birds sing their lovely tune which resounds
Around the mountains as the oboe sings
Its magical melody. Our hearts feel
The pain of euphoric love, which confounds
Though we feel as titanic queens and kings,
Only by love our life is made real.
Then we rest a while under an oak tree
A light breeze brought to us our oboe's song,
Could we not be as merry as could be?
The kiss we give was long, enticing long.
We make our way to our lonely warm hut
How well, through our love we do understand.
The echo of the oboe makes its way,
A fine fire is lit and wood crackles but
The tender meat stew flavoured smell so grand,
Surely fairies wish to have their last say.
3 May 20222
Placed 1
Subject Love
'Form O- Ode- New poems' Contest
Sponsor Constance La France
HowManySyllables and Rhymezone Used
She felt his presence by her side
Her first reaction – unimpressed.
She turned her head, a toss of hair,
The situation she assessed.
Maybe it was the dauntless smile
Perhaps the wicked twinkling eyes
The self-assurance in his poise...
Do warning bells ever suffice?
She sipped her drink and options weighed
He praised her looks and wispy gown
His flavoured words - delicacy
Her guard she weakly lowered down.
Till late at night beneath the stars
They danced to music, hands on hips
If ever doubts had crossed her mind
Erased they were by burning lips.
She found him suave and debonair
His face, ethereal, divine
Attentive eyes looked deep within
His lips still tasted of sweet wine.
The music played; he held her tight
Each sense alive and needing more
She whispered breathlessly to him,
"There's more to me you must explore."
Behind closed doors, he lay her down
And kissed each part that he undressed
Before her nakedness was shown
Her face he tenderly caressed.
"I will not take what is not mine;
You will not be a one night stand."
"My love," she said with bated breath,
You'll guide my life; I'll guide your hand."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Callman Collaboration (Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian)
SUMMERTIMES MAGIC.
Summertimes magic makes a fine holiday,
Where lands of enchantment, invite us to stay.
The lure of the wild, or, in peaceful solace,
These wonderful places we love to embrace.
To dive coral reefs, with it's blues and the greens of aquamarine,
Or tantalise tastebuds, with exquisite cusine.
By dining al fresco, while taking a cruise,
And drink cocktails at eight, mixed with green chartreuse.
With the tang of sliced lemon or sweet tangerine,
Those bountiful fruits will keep palates clean.
A walk on the wild side, delightfully charms,
With the heady perfume, passing lavender farms.
Those waysides and byways, when we need to refresh
At watermelon stalls quenching thirsts we stay fresh.
From the pale lilac crocus, a fine yellow spice,
For exotic dishes, saffron flavoured, served with rice.
All beautiful memories, under cerulean skies,
It's summertimes magic, which fill misty eyes.
8/ 16/ 2017.
As summer ends it just seems wrong
to waste or hasten days along.
Let's linger just a little more
in summer's final cricket song.
When nature's dressed in bright decor
and frogs sing songs worth croaking for.
When nights are warm then lovers take
a moonlit walk upon the shore.
When days are spent in pools or lakes,
And grills are filled with flavoured steaks.
When state fair cotton candy's spun
We'll eat until our belly aches.
When kids chase lightning bugs for fun
And roam from home until they're done.
These memories we make are strong
so don't too soon wish fall begun.
9.4.18
Contest:Dog Days Endure
Written in Iambic Tetrameter as an interlocking rubaiyat.
aaba bbcb ccdc ddad
Ways to avoid running out of money
During your retirement years
Do not drink anything but tap water
Do not eat regular store bought food
Eat leaves and grass and stuff
Flavoured with the juice
Of a squeezed acorn leaf
Food as you know it today is strictly taboo
However, occasionally you can have
Somebody's left over fries
But only once in a six month period
And keep it to a quantity of two fries
We also recommend you occasionally
Go to a restaurant and sit down in a booth
However, don't order right away, look around
When you notice a family of six leaving
And there's still food on their plates
Calmly walk over, sit down
And start eating their left overs
When your waitress comes back
To your original table
Look the other way and keep eating
Keep uttering words like “this is yummy”!
Or, “holy crap, this stuff is amazing”
This is just some friendly advice
To other seniors to hopefully avoid
Running out of money during retirement
© Jack Ellison 2014
July nineteenth, each year a single note,
scribbled reminder, lest I should forget,
'Janet's Birthday today' was all I wrote
although I've not missed sending a card yet.
But then another line came on that day,
unnwelcome visitor in icy blue,
'Anniversary Mother passed away'
don't need to write it but each year I do.
Why must this page be flavoured bittersweet,
heartless conspiracy between these two,
cruelly birth and death arrange to meet,
the date now ruined by their rendezvous?
This page may have a number and a name
but destined now to never be the same.
For contest 'From my diary', sponsor, Broken Wings
November 3rd 2017
Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix
Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Sweet Tobacco, Lucky Bags
Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch
Beta Bars, Loot, Candy Floss
The mysterious chewing gum flavour loss
Golden Crisp, Nut Crisp and Fuse
Extra, Bliss and Trebor Chews
Caramel and Raspberry Ruffles
Drifter and Milk Chocolate Truffles
‘99’ Flake ice cream cones
Zooms and Fabs and Toblerones
Coffee Break, Bitz, Victory Vs
Cadbury’s Special Recipes
Swisskit, Gold Mine, Apple Jack
Tiffin, Feast and Caramac
Welcome, Skippy and Sultana
Nutty, Banjo and Cabana
Chewing Nuts, Cough Candy Twist
Butterscotch and Butterkist
Crunchie, Topic, Fudge, Mintola
Super Mousse, Crazy Joe Cola
Golden Cup, Fruit Flavoured Rocks
(The secret of) The Black Magic Box
Floral Gums and Cherry Lips
Olde English Spangles, Walnut Whips
Kinder toys encased in plastic
Necklace sweets linked on elastic
Butter Mints, Fruit Polos, Yorkies
Sherbert Lemons, Sherbert Strawberries
Bazooka Joes and Liquorice pipes
Lollipops with swirly stripes
Mint Cracknel, Taxis, long red laces
Texan Bars and Funny Faces
Winter Mixture, Rainbow Drops
Jazzies, Kit Kat, Pips, Ice Pops
Toffee Bon Bons, Drumsticks, Rolos
Amazin’ Raisin, Aztec, Mojos
Barley Sugar, Chocolate Limes
Daims that changed their name from Dimes
Jelly Babies, Jelly Tots
Milk Gums, Munchies, Mars, Pear Drops
Coltsford Rock and Anglo Bubblies
Sugared Almonds, Frozen Jubliies
Peanut Brittle, Prize, Ice Breaker
Dolly Mixtures, Old Jamaica
Kop Kops, Wine Gums, Laughs and Treets
Jap Desserts and whistling sweets
Fishermen's Friends and Hacks and Zubes
Pineapple Chunks and Cola Cubes
Everton Mints and Pontefract Cakes
White chocolate mice and jelly snakes
Refreshers, Teacakes, Swizzles, Pacers
Toffee Logs, Fruit Gums and Waifers
Rumba, Dipped Flake, T Bar, Tunes
Fry's Five Centres, Macaroons
Bars and boxes of Milk Tray
Milky Bar and Milky Way
This ‘Pick and Mix’ is yours to share
With all sweet lovers
everywhere.
A frog went on a day trip to a pond just down the road, where he met up with his friend, Ribbity the Toad.
They found their favourite lily pad and hopped up side by side and called the taxi fish to hail them for a ride.
They went right in to the middle to where tadpoles sold ice-cream and newts were selling tickets for a concert at the stream.
Toad had had too much dessert and felt a little icky. Frog had dripped it down his front and made himself quite sticky.
They hopped in to the water to swim and cool off a bit, then climbed out on to the bank to find somewhere to sit.
They talked about the weather and the kids were doing at school and the latest people living at the Grand Lakeside Hall.
Frog had brought a picnic of barbeque flavoured slugs and they bought fresh maggots with honey coated bugs.
They shared a bottle of pond weed wine and some chocolate and fly cake, which Mrs. Toad that very morning, had kindly said she’d make.
They said that they’d buy tickets to the comedy show tonight and asked directions to the booth; straight down and then turn right.
The pair sat and laughed their way through a very funny man who told them that his name was Frogosauras Stan.
He did dinosaur impressions, which is hard in summer heat. Frog and toad both laughed so hard that toad fell off his seat.
When Frogosauras Stan took his final bow, Toad and Frog decided it was time to go home now.
They went back to the pond and hailed the taxi crew and the fish moved so fast across the water that the lily pad nearly flew!
Once Frog and Toad were safely back upon the bank the other side, they shook each others hands and said their goodbyes.
Frog enjoyed his day trip to the pond just down the road and he really enjoyed seeing his friend Mr Toad.
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