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The day you left
All I could do is think about you more
reminiscing every second we spent together
I thought about you more and more
As each day passed
It all began from the moment we met
I’m afraid it’ll never end
I thought of you more and more
More than the day I last saw you
I felt like I lost you
What did I lose?
something I never had
someone that wasn’t mine
How could you not be mine?
We knew each other for a few days
Was it love ?
Did I have yours?
Did you feel mine?
We were filled with desire and lust
I couldn’t keep my hands off of you
The passion was so great and intense
I never want to depart
In your arms I was content
Heavens I felt with your kiss
This passion of ours was short and long
both at the same time
It wasn’t meant to be
Perhaps it is
Perhaps it was in our previous life
Perhaps you were mine then
We now met again in this life
With the same ardor and fire
Forever burning fire
If only it was the right time like it was back then
I wouldn’t have been suffering
I would rest with delight in your arms
That’s just how I feel
This is what I bear
I don’t know about you
In both ways this fire will never burn out
Lucky I am to have met you
If you never return
I hope we do meet again
And never depart
I leave my mind and heart to wander and reminisce about you and us
And let fate play our destiny.
poem 1 in "I'm Yours" collection
- breath blushes blue between us ...
you ask the question
THAT question
so, you're requesting rationality, lucidity
when you stand before me dressed in pure starlight
ONLY starlight, with moon drops in your eyes
splashing your coy smile like rare south sea pearls
damp from our cool evening swim, you shiver
dancing drops of dazzling diamond dew
shimmer like dermal constellations
turning your sublime surfaces into an ocean of sprites -
haute couture by the Cosmos
precious few and precious, times like these
when those definitions of love made in youth -
those confusing impulses of the emotional and physical
swirl and spin and wrap me like fleece
passion, desire, beauty … and love
spun together like soft cotton candy -
sweet and sticky and warm on the lips
melting together with THAT question, THAT concern
but what IS true? what defines "reality"?
what will last beyond this intense need to have you
to know you, taste you, every tender centimeter
every curvaceous, sublime, secret spot?
you stand there, perfectly imperfect, pert and saucy
form covered in tiny bumps of enticing invitation
your body’s braille, pleading
steam rising into the cool evening air
like a sigh from your skin
waiting for my answer - my affirmation
but I am mute ...
entranced ...
numb …
- I will let my body … speak.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Splash" Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 24" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Screwed XVIII" Poetry Contest, Rob Carmack, Judge & Sponsor. (No cliche's via PS Cliche Finder).
~ 10th Place ~ in the "Best Free Verse In April - Not For A Contest" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
My first tear fell trickling down my cheek last night.
Too soon, no longer would she be a vision in my sight.
I tossed and turned, unable to find a moment of rest.
Tomorrow would pass quickly I swore to give my best.
The second tear spilled, as my feet touched the floor.
The pain was much worse, more intense than before.
Stumbling to the door, a third and fourth my eyes did reap.
I dug down even deeper, so she wouldn’t see me weep.
In rivulets came the next six, I prayed she’d find peace.
Many more followed as we lingered over our final feast.
The last tear that fell, was from my true love’s cheek to mine.
On the last beat of my heart, I wished we had more time.
The Laurels in my garden line the fence,
resplendent in their leaves of vivid green,
the undersides are coloured less intense
and on the gentle days, they hang unseen.
But, come the fiercer wind from the south west,
the boughs bend to its will, nowhere to hide,
both trees yield to the force, do not contest,
as all leaves turn and show their other side.
We show one side to all, that's clear to see,
when life is good, and no hard choices made,
but only when in tougher times like these
our characters turn light or darker shades.
We all have sides that many do not know,
true colours, only shown when ill-winds blow.
In the ultimate heaven true peace you'll find, when things of
This world are left behind, no lying tounge will you there
Bind, no false teaching, or drunkeness, unless; of Gods
Spirit in kind' no more theiving or idolatry or hate; no rage
No letchery at this improved life state.' Vistas of beauty
All around.' A place of no discord where love abounds.'
Now on hell, I'll cast some thought to you, its heavily populated
If what I hear is true?? Its incedibly hot.' Theres sulphur gas
And demonic wails to top the lot.' There can be no lying
Once your in.' And words are useless with all the din.' So
You'll find no false teaching..Well whats the sense? No idol
Can save you..Now no offence!! You can't get drunk in this
Punishment place' There can be no letchery, and you're held in
Place, your chains are darkness..Your thirst intense it
Will get you screaming..' So in a sense? There are similaritys with
Heaven and hell, he's a copier 'old satan.I i often hear tell.'
So its up to choice; from what i see, I think I'll call on Jesus
Oh yes.' its that boring Heaven for me, may it be!!
It thrills my heart to hear endearing name
its sweetness burns my heart, sets it aflame
Your tenderness and love it does proclaim
the world is rosy red, never the same
I bloom with praise at tender loving word
For in my heart I know love is confirmed
intense my pleasure when this name is heard
in sweetness I indulge, nothing's deferred
So let this name your heart in love embrace
let all the love you feel show on your face
and from your lips free falling, let it trace
my body, soul, and mind with heaven's grace
This name you've given me is mine to keep
It sings to me in wakefulness or sleep
Eileen Manassian
Its boughs spread like a giant umbrella,
Its girth, like the span of many hands,
Its foliage was lustrous green and exuberant,
Its roots dispersed like the tentacles of an octopus.
This tree stood tall and strong,
It stood against the tides of seasons,
It withstood fierce winds,
It swirled and danced to their rhythms.
It was the admiration of many people,
They praised and talked about its resilience,
Children played around it until sunset,
Travellers took refuge under its shade,
Others took parts of it for herbs and spices.
Nobody knew what it went through on the inside,
Little cuts metamorphosed into deep wounds,
Tiny slashes transformed into intense lacerations,
These were recalcitrant to healing.
There was a raging storm,
It passed through the town,
It shook everything to its foundation,
It pulled down and ripped apart,
This tree bowed to its wake.
A part of it held the forte,
It only took a while,
After spring,
There was an awakening,
It sprouted and budded again.
November 6, 2022.
Renascence,
This or That, Vol 14 Poetry Contest,
Edward Ibeh.
I was a planetary climatologist, who studied climate variability and change,
Like sweet variability of stunning, green tulips, in lavish garden rearranged.
Studying the said effects on the biosphere, absorbed so many daily hours,
Like industrious days of fragrant, amber honey, after tumbling into flowers.
My labors impacted energy usage, along with food production and health,
And the survival of endangered species, like golden rays of natural wealth.
Faddish flowers fascinated friends, who flattered them, at my broad fence,
Under fleecy, lemony clouds, fast moving, and orange sun, grown intense.
Famished, feasible family feasted, in lavish flowering fragrance of Fridays,
When fugitive, frosty stars flickered, winking at green garden bonsai trees.
I lived in the house of emerald echoes, in vivid memory of nature's sound,
From birdsong to crickets to evening wind, and brook of babbling renown.
Sachets swept away a sudden sadness, as robins sought another summer,
On my street of starry-eyed forget me nots, like a tune with no drummer.
Nobody knew latest neighborhood news, like my nearest friends next door,
Like chameleon sun, crisscrossing teal sky, wholly ignorant of 'nevermore.'
Pink birds were living high, and red butterflies viewed a world, ultraviolet;
And yellow bees went about their sweet labors, since queen bee desired it.
Strawberry clouds sailed around the world, for clouds ever love adventure,
As dogwoods barked in summer's dog days, during a gold noon surrender.
As I was walking home one day, the sun vanished as skies turned ominous.
There was a lightning flash just before the thunder, loud and cacophonous!
Suddenly, I saw a male face in the clouds, that was bellowing and enraged,
Like blizzard winds through naked trees, howling at a lush year that's aged.
Taken aback, like butterflies in gusts, I had come face to face with thunder-
The mighty, furious face of the storm, and I was filled with sudden wonder!
Then came the silver rains, sideways slanting, at the dead end of drought;
And I raced home like all uneasy nature, in the successive hours of doubt.
Scintillating sun had returned next day, after banishing the tangerine mist,
As benevolent nature was no more angry, its tale ending in an orange twist!
The amazing visions of presence, hidden by the blindness of ignorance,
cover the miracles before us. The beautiful stories of myths may very
well be happening right now. The intense characters model for us that
we may learn the way of the human. The blueblood families styled after
the royals that owned the world. Rockafeller once said, "The best slaves
are those that don't know they are slaves". Mysterious our lives are, the
truth must one day be known. Perhaps we must go to hell to get to heaven!
That would fit right in with the humor of the divine, and make good
conversation...if we ever get there!
There are teams
There are great teams
Then, there are dynasties
In the world of women's sports
There have been few that measure up
To the 2019 USA Women's World Cup Soccer Team
Every one of these 23 talented women
Has been groomed for this purpose their whole lives
Playing, working, training, focusing, listening, watching, and concentrating
On ONE thing ... The World Cup Trophy
The pressure, rarely equaled, has been applied
The stories, countless and controversial, have been written
The stats, meaningful and managed, have been studied
The criticism, fair and false, has been aimed
The opponents, powerful and prideful, have been prepared
And the games, intense, exciting, and incredible, have finally been played
Now ONE team - one amazing team - stands alone atop the rest
Holding that storied golden trophy high ... high and noble and proud
Forty-six valiant hands that have set a new standard for sports
Not just women's sports, but ALL sports
A new standard for what it means to work and play as a TEAM
A new standard for excellence and class and athleticism
Congratulations and blessings to the USA
And the 2019 Women's World Cup Championship Soccer Team
A team for the ages ... a team for the people ...
And a dynasty, tried and true!
Written and submitted on July 7, 2019
For the "2019 FIFA Women's World Cup" Poetry Contest
Mark Toney, Sponsor.