Long Flirtation Poems
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The word love has such a glorious ring
Makes us warm and fuzzy all over
Seeing pretty flowers where none exist
Or walking through fields of clover
What a boring place this world would be
If we couldn't feel the pleasures of love
But could it be just our active imagination
Or some hokus pokus from above?
Whatever the reason, whatever the case
It's the emotion that makes us tick
The balance that keeps us all on track
But some say it's a cheap parlour trick
They say it's a fairy tale and isn't for real
Just a figment of our imagination
Most times we can turn it on or off
And call it an innocent flirtation
So here's to love, raise your glasses high
For me, it's still alive and well
In spite of all the nasty cynicism that exists
It's survived through heaven and hell
I remember, not long after we met,
playing the parts of free-spirited hearts,
adlibbing lines without rehearsing.
Absurd as it sounds, 'twas quite profound
that tensile strength of our tapestry threads
became so quickly woven together...
without eyes meeting nor voices heard.
We meshed as if delightfully dancing,
swaying like palms in a balmy breeze.
Our steps were always in perfect sync.
We were Fred and Ginger, turquoise and silver,
Darcy and Elizabeth without pride and prejudice.
I imagined his touch and kisses with bated breath
until the day he went away... emotionally.
In realms where daylight and darkness merge,
that shadowed place where docile dreams
and nefarious nightmares converge,
he was lost to me... Love's tragedy.
Our Utopian haven became a dystopian desert,
a desolate domain where stoic silence rules
over fools who choose to hold on to hope.
The nib of a pen, his tool of seduction
His dark verses seduced my hungry soul
and lighthearted lyrics were welcomed humor.
I sighed over his poetic rhymes of garden roses.
I suppose the fault was as much mine as his
for flirtation came easily in moments of desire.
My heart yielded without repent to be with him
and longed to smell the scent of his garden beds..
‘Twas more than a mere whim
My yearning burned for him like wildfire.
Suddenly, his flame was extinguished
as if what we'd shared had never been.
I had become addicted to his alchemy.
Combustibly enamored with explosive thoughts
because my greed and indulgent need of him
no longer fed my famished heart.
I was a prisoner of emotion, tangled within his web
of silken threads, longing once more to feel
his passionate embrace, but no trace of him was left.
What we vowed we felt was intoxicating.
I wanted him to make me that part of him
that didn't allow him to breathe without me...
but it was not to be.
I savor what we shared; that aching aura of love.
The months we dared expose our hearts.
I reread his poems and think of them as elegies ~
memories that may one day fade away
like sad melodies of haunting love songs
that unearth melancholy on dark, dreary days.
With rainbow wings, you tarry among the stones
Your caress as light as dew drops in the sun
Searching for a rose to call your own...
A morning breeze hastes to join the fun
Tickling vines, and petals, where you've clung
You find a place to rest awhile and preen
Then fly to me, assured and debonair
You spread apart kaleidoscopic wings
While proudly knowing roses won't compare
Nor can the scarlet ribbon in my hair
Dear butterfly, while neighbors won't suspect
This love affair I have with you,
My hair, in which you light, holds new barrette
You flatter me,... am I prize pursued?
You've fluttered down, to be my arm's tattoo
_______________________________
For Contest: "Flirt"
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
It was so long ago
yet, I can remember everything.
Barely an adult, I was on holiday on the Islands
In the glow of tropical sunset, I saw her
a raven-haired beauty
Having not yet mastered the finesse of flirtation,
I struggled for something to say, perhaps
a nonchalant approach!
That would be unique for me.
My years of teenage gallivanting had
been clumsy.
I had to try
and so, encouraged by the
voices of the palm trees in the breeze,
I said hello.
In my mind’s eye, I could see it.
A secret rendezvous,
an equatorial moon shimmers
as we make love.
Then, to my surprise, she returns
my simple greeting,
Hello, said she.
Sweating my precarious position,
I stumbled
As I continued my awkward presentation,
a scorpion crossed the corner of my eye
as if to say, danger is present
yet worth the risk
She did acquiesce
Funny, as I recall that the ecstasy
was not in our clandestine encounter
later that night,
as we shared only simple conversation.
Rather, it was that she said yes.
5/6/18
Contest: 8 Difficult words
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Who is the child playing in the white and crimson clouds
With the sparrows in the eyes of his merrily smiling mom
Setting free her poetry pigeons making both laugh aloud
In the pain of the solitary leaves what a white rose balm
And you Clara strumming the guitar in the cinnamon shade
Tempting the teen to paint his passion on the chiselled smile
As in the indulgent darkness a tipsy light the moon sprayed
Brush and canvas engage deeply to make many a love style
There the ocean splashing the colours in an obvious oomph
On the rooftop near the beach a full moon ready for fission
In between them hundreds of wings spraying a blue perfume
The night belonged to the moon and sea in a purple flirtation
Under the desirous hills amid the restless sun and shadow
On the dew-soaked grass the stories that you and I know
Come clouds do come just for a while at my hungry window
In my pink tears of twilight let me have a look at the rainbow
October 7, 2017
For the Contest : It's the end of the forms series
Sponsored by Broken Wings
As searching eyes met from across the room
while mingling at the spring celebration;
her soft, tender smile caused my heart to zoom;
her body language was pure flirtation.
While mingling at the spring celebration
I slowly made my way across the floor;
her body language was pure flirtation;
her sparkling green eyes I could not ignore.
I slowly made my way across the floor;
she coyly told me Debbie was her name.
her sparkling green eyes I could not ignore;
in my dazed soul she ignited a flame.
She coyly told me Debbie was her name;
her soft, tender smile caused my heart to zoom.
In my dazed soul she ignited a flame
as searching eyes met from across the room.
Choices you make in life, kid, especially abominable
Ones eventually lead you down the road to perdition
Never keep dangerous company; it could cost you your life!
Stay far away from such ilk; look the other way.
End friendships with bad influences, quickly.
Quit handling weapons that could end your life in an instant!
Unsheathe not the sword of damocles for you could...
End up beheading yourself. Remember, safety first!
Nice and easy now...you know swords aren't toys!
Child, please heed my admonitions before it's too late.
End your careless flirtation with disaster, or...
Suffer the consequences. You reap what you sow.
If you live by the sword then you die by the sword Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Date written and submitted: 12/09/2019
We feel within, magnetic heat,
gripping us in meditation
and as rapture within us grows,
false identity falls away,
whence we reclaim our inner light,
here and now, in the waking state.
No doubt at first, fear forms yet bait
but with head bowed low at God’s feet,
we imbibe wisdom, byte by byte,
speeding soul’s acceleration
and now that bliss is here to stay,
third eye pulsates between eyebrows.
Holder of the flame alone knows,
what it feels like at heavens gate,
which once we grant love right of way,
finds us head to toe bliss replete,
feeling one with God’s creation,
awakened to spherical sight.
Love drenched thus by day and by night,
presence repays debts our soul owes,
immersed in endless flirtation
with bliss without a goal to state,
so fellow souls we meet and greet,
treating flow of life as mere play.
For pure of heart, there’s no delay,
in reaching heaven’s zenith height,
for with bliss keeping heart upbeat,
essence of presence freely flows,
being worthy, joyous and chaste,
God alone soul’s aspiration.
Bliss thus forms soul growth foundation,
with mindfulness as our mainstay
and as nodes within us gyrate,
we dwell at all times in delight,
borne by grace God Himself bestows,
ascent from which there’s no retreat.
Pulse of love continues to tweet,
gripping us in blissful repose,
till we see light of Self bright white.
Adventitious existence birthed introverted spiritual outlier i.e. me
Speculative fictitious flirtation imagined
courtesy grown old male offspring (me)
begat when mine late mother and father met
former named, a popular Arthur Murray
ballroom dance studio instructor.
Subtle social cues (nonverbal or otherwise)
relayed, linkedin and exchanged
constituting courtship between
Harriet and Boyce
particularly on Valentine's Day
circa ~ mid 1950's.
Two young lovebirds
oblivious to cares and concerns
of uncertain webbed wide world
passionately kissed each other
murmuring sweet nothings
within most convenient ear of the other.
Romance blossomed
requited love ensued
avowed marital troth pledged,
a June 1955 wedding planned.
Soon thereafter
bedroom door locked, I presume
unbridled call of the wild
high powered pistol loosed
courtesy soundcloud hit bullseye
with figurative vroom
biological seed of life
and white Lily fertilized.
Thirteen months after eldest sister born
suckling from horn
of good hope
breast nursing done during the morn.
Forthwith brother planted in womb
hereditary characteristics transmitted
eons old traits disseminated
multitude of random chromosomes
deployed comprising frothy spume
housed generations foregone
maternal and paternal genes
unleashed unwittingly bequeathed
by ancestral forebears
anonymous long forgotten handsome groom
memorabilia couched as tintype
(also known as
a melainotype or ferrotype)
treasured analogous as
if relic dug up within ancient tomb,
perhaps clapper and bell foretold whom
yours truly acquired his
mental health predilection
predisposed toward gloom
mindset swirls with nihilistic doom.
Psychological angst chafes and doth abrade
existential crisis rooted psyche with ankh ring
travesty, mockery, and entropy cast charade
circumspection immediately
brings to forefront
of consciousness positive (necessary)
risk taking I did evade
exemplified by failing nearly every grade
inferiority complex insinuated and did invade
mucking up healthy livingsocial buzzfeeding,
when too many cooks spoil the broth,
hence being superfluous kitchenaid,
hence as schnorrer I masquerade.
Faces in the clouds that mutate
stimulus smile in strength of faith
Dreams of strange destination
challenges and its flirtation
The calling of images familiar
relevant question peculiar
Strange and sudden breeze
decisions captured to freeze
Twilight in big wondering
changes that taste of road smothering
Imagination with fragrant of grace
dissolving another mace
Mysteries and its sweet fortune cookie
choosing the road more rocky
Evolutionary sacred curiosity
loved spheres and part of virtuosity
Aesthetics in awe by every breath
echoes of stars long death
Like in many dreams before
uncertainties with faith to adore