Long Fondles Poems
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The keen necks in the blue eyes
Looking for the pink goal posts
She was six feet tall at the grassy ground
Sketching the angles and lines of the life
Playing in front of her like the young cubs
Beside her the young brown lad
Standing like the cloudless sun
Holding the firm hands of the dreaming girl
With a lot of maps of the hills and plains
Seated on the eye lashes to take shape
Next to him the frayed branches
Of the skinny old birch tree
Busy with the crimson and grey pictures
Left behind in the tales of light and shade
Crowding now in the pale light of the veins
Of brown leaves resting soft on
The shoulders of the child that
Fondles the dog with its eyes closed in joy
Leaving it the child holds the branch tightly
That sparkles in the waves of the moment
The sunshine holds the hands of
Life in the rainbows of time
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March 13, 2018
Seven-Ten - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
A new day hurls a windy dawn,
Frozen sleep swirls an early morn.
Sloppy steps move with sleepy lot,
In edgy grooves dull wit now slots.
Turn on the lights and let head sync,
Abruptly bright pace fondles think.
Eyes in dim fit now contrast blur,
Attempt sore bits of body slur.
Sleepy eyes gaze with blurry feel,
A mindless maze treats feeble will.
Adjust and see odd tints and hues,
Head till heavy with dreamy cues.
Moments fly by in sleepy grooves,
A simple sigh frames sketchy moves.
So wake odd nerves and do awake,
Make moments serve that morning take.
Leon Enriquez
13 February 2017
Singapore
Coiffed petals glad tidings tell
Vintage red cup raised to the sun
Whose heat mellows hearth's veil
Enticing host signals feast hath begun
Aromatic vial with sweet scents stew
Hypnotizing fumes already suitors cue
Maitre d' winged banqueters will review
Whizzing minstrels waft toward rendezvous
Arriving guests with sweet libations do woo
Neon-draped Bumble bees enter flickering buzzing strobes
Metallic Green bees browse corridor; each succulent scent probes
Ebony-caped, Wasp beetle antenna fondles light, delicate lobes
Orange, sequined Monarch butterflies prate in paper machete robes
Salivating, virile male patrons imbibe freely from nectar fount
Nubile, female matrons nibble heartier fair; pollen from stamen mount
From the crispness of morning to dusk
when all boughs sashay to unfurl,
deepening the fragrance of airbrushed woods…
she will bask in her own pleasure
on a carriage of larkspurs , jays in the shade---
while the breeze fondles her hair
ripening the glow of early May, ablaze.
Oh how she pulses more daring
than winter , not icy-white but pink, pink
like a virginal woman whose fertile seeds
enter my womb: that I drink from her
minty sup, luscious as Taurus’ nectar.
Until spring raises her hands...fluid, raw,
loving; then, to explode into blossomed flight
through the language of time’s renaissance--
a charmed way, basking in her own pleasure,
then to grant me the eloquence of god’s art.
4/27/2018
Spring Contest of Craig Cornish
It is a turquoise lake oval in shape
The blue boat is almost a cylinder
Hills and fountains in the landscape
A white and gold cloud resembles her
I start rowing the boat slowly
Ripples in the water smile at me
The wind turns a little breezy
The cloud sounds a little breathy
I row up to the eastern bank
The orange of the sun fondles my face
I row down to the western flank
The cloud says, the sun I'll replace
Suddenly a lion shaped big figure
With a sparkling knife in its lifted claw
A horrific outcry of yellow anger
A violent pose to overawe
I get hysteric calling my mother
Whose voice descends into the sky
Don't panic I am driving away the monster
I woke up and saw on my hands a giant fly
January 24, 2018
Nightmares - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Nayda Ivette Negron
I was once a perfumed flower in his concubine court
sweet scented bud that bloomed at his touch
and despite the harem hijab that hid my lips,
he knew the seductive smile I always wore for him.
But I've become a jasmine veiled with jinxed jewels.
What is left of us worthy to be labeled 'love'?
Is there an answer to my anxious askance ~
a panacea to explain my pitiable plea?
I am drowning in a deluge of doleful disdain
with grief that tortures me with pain.
Lost and lonely for all eternity I shall be ~
A wave removed from the sea
A night bereft of moonlight
A pair of eyes robbed of sight
A storm without roaring thunder
A heart riven and torn asunder
Forever was written in the light of his eyes
Now, I must learn to live for lovesick lies
In solemn solitude I choose to morosely mourn
hiding my deepest ache and darkest sorrow.
I feel passionate pangs of jealousy
when moonlight fondles waves on the sea
for I remember the way his touch tenderly ~
so slowly and sensually found its way over me.
A love once real wears a chameleon disguise.
He has no ear to hear my deep dolorous sighs
nor does he care about my woeful worries.
I despise having the emotional angst of an angel
who's been betrayed by the one who owns my soul.
I silently struggle to maintain a position of dignity
when no longer does he hold me in his arms
seductively swaying under shining starlight skies.
I'm tempted to go dancing with my sweet demons
and give myself up to their flaming fangs of fire.
I must not give in to evil thoughts. They're a bane
I cannot fathom, for he will always be in my heart
and that's the part of me that must let him go.
He was always my Phoenix Sun, lighting my way.
If only I could forgive the wrong that he's done
but my traces of tears flow like beads of blood
and I wane, an angel without wings. bitterly crying.
Tortured and tormented is what I've become.
I script verse after verse with anguished agony
for grief is a ghostwriter whose ink drips from my pen.
Apples are the early birds
Each pink and green mixed
Take us, put us in place
Yes, you are welcome
Smiles the gold plated goat's horn
The twilight cat meows
I'll hold the apples
Insist the maple leaves
Oranges join them
What a rainbow game
Comes up the cucumber
Amber light fondles it
From the bushes rises the voice
Why not me
Looks up the fruitlet eyes
Of the green pineapple scales
Holding up its vibrant tropical flavour
The horn is filling and collaging
Won't you make the Ikebana
The pattern on the rim of the horn
Grins the stems and leaves
Sure, said the tulip fingers
A gentle white and brown goat
Looks on from a small distance
The stockpot receives the treasure
Gourds grapes and chocolate too
The tulip fingers hold them up to her nose
Ah what a horn of an abundance
Is he free now, she says to herself
The teacher, a banyan tree in fact
The shade of the evergreen tree
Had healed her bleeding wounds
Which she couldn't speak about with anyone
The school teacher acted an umbrella
Turned the venom a sweet lemon
The regard had got converted into a blossoming rose
The evening under the tree is starlit
Raw green odours reach the lungs through nostrils
The cornucopia smiling in her hands
She hands it over to him, thank you
The golden owl mops the residual daylight
Fireflies weaving a lemon yellow story
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28 April, 2020
Cornucopia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
BEAUTIES OF MY GARDEN
Many pretty things I have seen,
As magnificent they may seem,
With the aoura of pride and strength,
The strength that covers its faded part,
But none caught my fancy like the beauties of my garden.
The morning came with the yellow face coming out of the horizon beaming with smiles,
Giving all creatures hope of life,
The beauties of my garden welcomed the yellow fellow with broad hands,
As their faces turned wide,
And their young ones fondles out of their buds,
Beauties of gladness and happiness,
Beauties of everlasting glamor and joy,
How pretty thou art.
Beauties so tender like infants,
The mild wind swaying them to and fro,
With their colors being like the rainbow,
Sweet whispers of love from the whispering spine,
And the sensation tickled my spine,
I was in the dreamland of love.
I sought of a gift for my beloved,
The beloved of my heart,
Towards my garden I looked,
Alas! I got a glimpse of the most precious of them all,
Plucked it out with its stalk,
''I know within myself what she likes''
As I smiled and walked happily towards her house,
Holding the beauty of my garden.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
A.D 2019, 13TH JAN
I never thought I would do so well with an older man
He understands me better than any young man can
He's done with lies and toying with a woman's mind
He's looking for love from a lady of a certain kind
Its a privilege to know that I'm someone he likes
That im someone with whom he wants to spend his life
He fondles my thoughts and heart because he's very expressive
When he shares his words of experience it's very impressive
He listens to my words with his heart and not with his ears
He's not afraid to open up and tell me what he fears
He takes nothing for granted and he appreciates me
Helping me grow into the woman that I would like to be
He treats me like a gem and gives me protection
Hes very gentle with me and shows me affection
He does these things in a way that I never experienced before
When I experienced him romantically he touched me to the core
He has a way with me that takes my breath away
He sends my pulses running in every single way
He's has captured my heart because he's different from the rest
He's much older, true, but his love is the best
If I had it my way I would choose him all over again
I'm amazed I'm so compatible with this older man.
the cool breeze fondles
the old tattered flag as it
hangs on the flagpole
displaying it's frayed faded
colors of red, white, and blue
fluid in the wind
drawing your ears to the flags
flapping sounds trying
to tell manifold stories
of men and women's valor
8/19/2017
The Committee of Five edited Jefferson's draft. Their version survived further edits by the whole Congress intact, and reads:
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. ——
Happiness; 1776 the common meaning may have been "prosperity, thriving, wellbeing"