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Since You Have Washed Over Me

Since you have washed over me
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Drifting on a meandering stream
where clover dance and ripples direct my thoughts
to the promises of a new day

I dream I am floating in your arms

as currents gently tug
playing solitaire in wishing hands
among glistening diamonds on the surface

I search for each desire’s realm

while my eyes wander to a place
long of sunrise sparklings
on soft apricot murmurs

Finding your fragrance on a cool wind’s whisper

my heart is drenched,
cleansed in an endless channel
of what your beauty brings to me

I rest in a shady spot among watercolor shadows

writing poetry,
penning my affections in ink traced lines,
renderings of how wonderful my life is

Since you have washed over me

leaving me breathless,
submerged far beneath dew drop shimmers,
saturated by your love

Good night Soupers


Communion of Flesh

Lust seductively rests 
solemnly on my tongue, 
communion of the flesh 
begins under a finger

beads of sweat break 
free of bodies of heat, 
running effortlessly 
on glistening breasts 

a curling between toes 
grips counted linen, 
rasping against cheeks 
ruddy from exertion 

Saliva shimmers lips 
parted and panting, 
and drying tongues
search rivers of relief 

an ecstasy of knowing
screams its release, 
begging for anchor 
yet arching to flight 

broad shoulders ripple 
taking the strain, 
encompassing a bud
he pulls to attention 

massaging out longing
and pearlescent need, 
thrilled to a frenzy 
I am lost to passion 

forever in the moment
free, of restraint

Premium Member Our Lives Now Entrwined Through Mutual Consent

Our Lives Now Entwined Through Mutual Consent

Our lives now entwined through mutual consent
As we agree to face the tests life presents,
Expressed in exchanged vows of matrimony
With wedding rings glistening on our fingers.

In front of kin and friends under umbrellas
(Who bear witness while memories develop),
As audacious thoughts waylay in truth exposed,
When promissory words by us are spoken,

“Before God, we profess our belief in faith,
To love, cherish, and honour one another.”
Then embrace each other with feelings conveyed
And seal with a kiss our future together.

   Sanctifying our bond in marital union
   Beyond an objector’s inapt interruption.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member To Appreciate Nature

To appreciate nature;
watch the sun gild peaks of white.
And glistening ice crystals;
form dazzling jewels of light.

See marshmallow clouds float on
a vista of liquid blue.
And view a scarlet-sunset 
imbuing a crimson hue.

Watch emerald jungles form
a sash of tropical greens.
And beige sands transform deserts;
into dunes of shifting scenes.

See sparkling sapphire rivers;
running freely, clear, and clean.
And the rich, mossy tones;
where trees yield to evergreen.

Watch waves of aquamarine;
capped with foamy, frothy brine.
And crystalline fields of ice;
morph into sheets of sunshine.
Form: Quatrain

My Grandpa's In December

Winter nights where naïve dreams were made,
my mind and heart still store.
Deep hush I hear and feel it still,
now gone, what was before.
The ground which frosty powder lay
and breaths of thin cold air,
I long remember you, my feet once wandered there.
Yonder buckeye tall with barren boughs,
casting moon beam shadows over rigid plow.
Fields shining in glistening, silent white,
while fence rows, like dim lines,
Stood stark framed in the night.
Old warm house, the years it told,
its basement treasures to us so old.
We young, so new and yet naïve,
arrived oft on Christmas eve.
Look there, beyond the road I see
the lonely barn and yard,
the one brave light stood oh so still,
its glow, look close, look hard!
Donned rubber boot over bread sacks,
hand-me-down coats, mitts, and knit caps,
that's what I can remember,
and ran did we to play each day,
my Grandpa's in December.


Voices

Our newborn baby boy 
he appeared just like a miracle
He landed from another world 
our darling extra-terrestrial 

Gazing through those bright blue eyes
like glistening stars in heavenly skies
And speaking with his unique voice
lifting our spirits; oh how we rejoiced

For slowly, softly one by one
across the years words start to come
So full of life our dear sweet boy
Each day I’m filled with utter joy

Such challenges ahead of him
He has no fear; he cannot hear
To speak words he has never heard
such words must be deciphered first

He speaks in signs most of the time
watching their lips when they speak
Words they say he tries to repeat
turning their words into sounds unique

Our darling boy is now a man
and working hard, does all he can
Instilled in him all dreams to chase
Be kind, be gentle to the human race

Then on this most momentous day
Looking skywards I start to pray
The sun rises high in an azure sky
My time is up; my time to die

Gently he kissed me with tears in his eyes
so sad to watch his mother’s demise
Whispering words so fresh, so new
I hear his voice saying ‘I love you’

1st December 2018
Competition: Voices
Sponsor: Silent One
2nd placement

Contest Strand Choice 3
Sponsor Brian Strand 
HONORABLE MENTION
Form: Rhyme

Northern Michigan Wildflowers

I love when the first blooms of spring begin, crocus in the garden, peaking from the snow; may flowers and troutlily soon begin to show
   The millions of trilliums gloriously painting the undergrowth of our woodlands in spring; fading to pink before our eyes as summer comes in rolling
  The poppys peaking through the tall grass in the warm morning air; their nodding orange heads smiling, seemingly aware
  The glistening of wild asparagus cloaked in morning dew; lit by dawn's waking eye noted by few but loved by you and I 
    Sweet peas cling to any hillside or natural trellis they can find; bringing bursts of pink, purple and white  joy to behold in one's eye and mind
   The brightest blue wild chicory and stands of Queen Anne's lace; swaths of daisies and brown eyes susans decorate the road to nearly any place
   The swamp has loads of bright eyed marsh marigolds and irises of blue; fading into lakesides with tiger lilies and cardinal flowers of the brightest red  hue
    Meadows dotted with daisies, thistles and creamy buttercup; brilliant red, yellow and orange indian paintbrush flowers lift their faces up
  Even the old fashioned orange daylilies, sunshine yarrow, and fragrant purple phlox; to mark long forgotten homesteads once settled by pioneers that came ok n flocks.

Premium Member Pearl In the Sky

Like a pearl, a prize, glowing bright
Against the setting of soft skies
Graceful as rain, my heart’s delight
Breathless promise in gentle eyes

Silently, soul yearnings arise
Shining down, a promise to write
Brilliant as the stars who chastise
Like a pearl, a prize, glowing bright

Laughing beyond the darkest night
Breathless wonder, music so wise
Perfect as a pearl, yet pale white
Against the setting of soft skies

Peaceful, joy seeking her disguise
Comforting the darkness, the fright
Gentling the fears before sunrise
Graceful as rain, my heart’s delight

Reflecting the moods who excite
Coloring moments with surprise
From sensations before midnight
Breathless promise in gentle eyes

Never listen to the dark lies
Moon glistening soft, such a sight
Tender flame, blushing, she supplies
So beautiful, kind and polite
Like a pearl, a prize

~~~


Double The Fun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
March 8, 2023

Premium Member November Twinkle Fairy

NOVEMBER TWINKLE FAIRY

        Little twinkle fairy
       from realm of starry firmament
       floating on fluffy clouds of November
       flapping fluttering feathery wings flip-flop,
       descended on verdant valley of Earth.
       She stepped on feral grass of wide field at turquoise night.
       Slept supine on non-mowed meadow.
       
       Twinkle fairy awoke at dazzling dawn.
       Whelmed to descry glistening dew drops
       adorning her auburn attire and pearly plaid.
      
         Twinkle fairy had put periwinkle petals
         on her diamond-embedded diadem.
         Leaped on ridges and creases of pebbled path.
         Twinkle fairy walked on wrinkles of furrows.
         
         Frolic fairy in fervent fervid mood
        showing fervor to dance delight
        on little brittle ripples of calm stream
        under soft placid beam of November Sun,
        even at noon, but soon sudden gust chasing dust
        sent chilled errand.
       
       Twinkle fairy shivered alarmed.
       Spread her little wings to soar high.
       Misty ambient bade goodbye.
       Smog of November enshrouded view.

       November Twinkle Fairy to flee in glee,
       leaving few zealous moments to remember. 

    11/01/19
    
    'November Twinkle Fairy' Contest by Caren Krutsinger.

Honey Color

water glistening
shadows my wall
reflections listening 
”...I can hear…”
I can feel your call
”.... you move the music….”
and I’m pleased
”...you tease the midnight…”
and with ease
I’m swaying 
to the breeze
and it’s brilliant 
the enchantment
of your eyes
flickering light
along my seaside 
I can breathe 
and being tHere
I’ll believe
”...that it’s right…”
so write to me
on the honey 
colored walls
and just to me
so by eve I’ll fall
embracing the lines 
of a timeless art
coloring my world
sun set to start

”...the sun rises
as a perfect heart…”
and if nothing else
I’ll touch this part.
© Izzy Gumbo  Create an image from this poem.
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