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