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You are the melody that echoes in my life!
With the atmospheric aroma of an angel.
How is it you broaden my horizons to magnificent heights?
I am christened with your cosmic charisma.
It dazzles on my forehead..see it glisten in golden-sunlight.
No matter how rough the turbulent seas of life get,
I know you are behind me on life's slippery deck.
Completely safe in your cherished company,
With only your arms and stars to guide us on stormy seas!
And even when our earhly lives do end,
To our star in the sky we will be sent and shine ever so bright!
I know our perfect eternal home is waiting for us.
A honeyed Arcadian home, grape filled and luscious, especially at
a luscious, sparkling twilight cove!
10/17/2020
Opus#2
Bespangled
she sashays up the shore
from a sequin gowned sea
wearing the undulating waves
of aquamarine and ambrosial sheen
adorned with shimmering and shivering seeds of excitement
A thousand beaded fingertips
trace her coral curves
whispering sweet nothings
in the luscious language of brine and blue
drizzling down
her sea-salted soul-case
teasing and tempting
her cooled honeyed patina
to passionately impearled pertness
Enraptured as he is
enticed by her dreamscape
the yearning senescent sands sigh~
longing for relics of rose-water regrets.
Susan Ashley
February 8, 2017
~ Fourth Place ~
Premiere Contest: #400
Sponsor: Brian Strand
My Five Senses (in first grade)
At Jefferson was my first grade,
and so much was appealing.
My senses were reeling because
of new things I was feeling.
My teacher taught great songs to sing.
Such a honeyed voice had she!
I’d raise my hand up just to hear
her dulcetly call on me.
At recess time we’d go outside,
and there was a boy out there.
His face was so cute, I’d just wait. . .
When he looked away, I’d stare.
Those times that we created art,
we used a big jar of paste.
When no one saw, I’d eat a glob
of it! I enjoyed its taste!
When lunch time came, we went to the
cafeteria; my nose
delighted in the smell of foods
which on the air round us rose.
That boy I saw on the playground.
How I longed to touch his hand.
Years passed; another held my hand -
that touch a sensation grand.
Some things that pleased my senses then
are gone, yet I still recall
how wonderful they made me feel
and how much I loved them all.
Aug 9, 2018 for Viv Wigley's Five Senses Poetry Contest
SENSE PLEASURE
Red honeyed apples
autumn leaves dewed
****** merge with sun streams
whilst children sleep dear dreams
Bobbing bubble baths
yogurt on hot chilli pie laughs
smell the sour dough
nourishment oh oh oh !
Blue moon paints front stoep
knobbly hand whispers stories
of heritages and future glories
skin ripples aptly rapt
Prancing clean laundry dance
mother’s milk in melting mouth
puppy grovels dirt digging south
sound frequencies simmer smoothly
Von Gogh sunflowers float in
mental notes skipping
Mozart phantom pianos airwaves
come dine alive then to jive
Pleasure finding the lost gazed
glance glimmer with God at no cost
Earth to Heaven find
THE JOYOUS JOURNEYED CONNECTION !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2000
Some days, I cry my sugar tears
For loves , I’ve lost throughout the years
For memories of sweet goodbyes
Or happiness in someone’s eyes
Some days, I need my sugar tears
To try and live without the fears
Of loneliness for empty chairs
And empty beds in rooms upstairs
Yet they are also tears of joy
For visions of a little boy
So loved by those who came before
To welcome him with love so pure
For memories of holidays
Of Christmas lights and high school plays
Those honeyed tears that ebb and flow
To toast this life I've come to know
The man remembered
He had been a popular TV entertainer, written a book
and sang his songs we could all understand.
He was tall, looked heroic, sort old Vikings we hoped
they had looked like.
but most of all he had a left-behinds song called
“Amanda”
Which was about a motorboat but had to come
to symbolize the suffering womanhood of the world.
He set out to find the song up a mountain of bad
the poetry he climbed, through a plateau of forgotten
Musicals, across a lake of a petrified sea- shanties
And rhyming verses,
He found Emma in s grotto, in a globe of shiny
Diamonds, the immortal words a honeyed song
of a motorboat.
COGNIZANT BUT NOT REPENTANT
Her baptism with fire did not provide her healing
as in dust and grime, sharp memories still arise.
The arch of her wide, blue, eyes showed cognizance
but not repentant for long ago actions of the man who
stifled her youth. She despaired.
Shoulder-length is her crown of hair. She has no money,
she modeled naked to earn her stay, this led her far away.
Beyond her, the world died and recovered but she rose
like a cork upon the tide.
Her ruined innocence birthed a fruit of cruel, curled longing.
Spent now, she's in dreamless state; her heart-crimson lips
and flashing red cheeks have been honeyed with whiskey's taste,
mascara snaked about the pale, spiraling emptiness of her eyes.
Yes, she has been defaced; past ghosts hover and infest,
yet, her posture relaxed as she sat in solitude on the balcony,
noiseless, reminiscing by gone days; haunted by dreams
of might have beens before abuse destroyed her thoughts of truth._
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~Inspired by the painting: Portrait of Carol Nye Rhoades
(Robinson) by Katherine Nash Rhoades 1915~
***for Debbie Guzzi's: Ten Paintings, Ten Poems, Ten Days NOT a Contest,
a wonderful learning experience.. Thanks... =`)
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
January 12, 2015
I love you! Your flowered eyes get bright
To see me simply walk into a room.
They follow me and keep me in their sight.
How I adore those pretty eyes in bloom.
My love, words uttered from your perfect lips
are precious pearls, fair treasures from the sea.
Each syllable in honeyed cadence drips
a nectar which is sustenance for me.
My love, you are the moon and stars to me.
I’m mellowed by your aura’s softened glow.
There is no other face I long to see.
Come lie beside me now the lights are low.
This night with you I have been dreaming of.
Let's make of this sweet night a dream, my love.
March 6, 2018 Now for Heidi Sands' Love Poem Contest
Oh World! What madness! What hopelessness!
What have we done right, what have we done wrong?
From the beginning, through fighting for domination,
From domination to colonisation,
From colonisation to the modern world,
We are still grasping,
Without reaching and without being anchored in humanity.
What have we done?
We live in a world governed by egos, not humans,
where egos dictate where the next chaos will occur, and
when and where to intervene, for strategic and beneficial wealth rather than humanity.
Where is the Peace?
We fuel wars, sit back and watch it burn,
watch children, people die, watch them suffer psychological death—drugs, rape, abuse, displacement, Ethnic cleansing, bombs, and more.
Yet, some reap over the blood of our children and people.
Where is the humanity?
It seems somewhere in evolution our humanity died.
What happens to our rights and dignity as humans?
Where is heaven’s mandate?
Why must our children choose knives instead of pens?
Why must our children choose guns instead of tools?
Why must our children choose bombs instead of paints and brushes?
Are we that desensitised that we can’t see?
Are we soulfully blind to the fact that our trees are being cut down?
Why can’t we have Peace?
What is the price of Peace?
What does a peaceful world look like?
What a shame!
We live in a world devoid of Peace,
Many don’t know Peace’s face or what she might look like.
Peace, oh, Peace! How sweet is your name?
You drip with honeyed gooey sweetness,
yet the world hasn’t tasted you.
You exist yet—a phantom for many.
And… even when you arrive,
underneath your supposed ethereal beauty is slow-simmering chaos waiting to erupt,
Something driven by greed, world domination, and superiority.
Still... we can bring Peace back home, embrace her through Unity, shared Humanity, and Understanding. Knowing that the road ahead won’t be easy, but
We must, We must, We must.
Or else …
WE will sink deeper into the abyss.
Diving deep into the depths of her soul,
I knew I would love her forevermore.
Smiling shyly, she left love in control,
seductively sighing, desiring more.
Golden sunlight gilded her honeyed locks;
like spun silk, gently blowing in the wind.
We stepped outside of time; no need for clocks;
regrets or forgiveness, for neither sinned.
We felt our two souls melding into one:
now there is no 'I' or 'me': only 'we'.
We no longer desire to find someone:
for the moment, I found her; she found me.
It is no surprise, love evolved from trust,
but so did hope, defining love from lust.