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In this wondrous world, we are bound
to the silent realms of our poetic soul
Where white doves flutter and sighing words whisper
as dreams are dreamt with a heart's fervor
of unyielding desire which brightly burns
through the words of poetry
that capture the world's glorious glimmers
which slowly drip upon the page as poems
seeking a night's landscape
of wandering wishes beneath glittering stars
from a memory in fanciful flight
on the wings of perfection
where a sonnet shimmers in stardust bestrewn
as the moon serenaded fades into song
forgetting to rise and light dusky skies
lost in the magic of this intimate dark
as lips of a poet tingle the skin of a lyric
and brush with a breath thoughts soft as a flute
fantasy flies like fireflies from a jar
to drift to the depths of velvet horizons
reveries no longer long to be free
as the muse charms a pulse from the page
It's there in my heart's timeless space
I hear the poems of your soul
3/16/21
Thank You...Dear Friend, Dear Poet
Mid-nineteen-fifties were my teenage years,
and rock 'n roll band songs made happy days.
Among the best, 'The Platters' songs were dear
while thinking of my true love- as always.
'My Prayer' and 'Only You' were special songs
that captured the true meaning of our love;
"my prayer- to linger with you" still belongs
forever in our hearts- fits like a glove.
And, 'Only You', those words have always been
our favored ones- the song we used that day
when we were married to new life begin-
and sixty-two years later- here to stay.
A special time, a special band were they-
'The Platters' songs became our hearts' mainstay.
August 21, 2016 (revised 07/17/2020)
Contest: Same Old Song
Sponsor: Beth Evans
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Lyrics - My Prayer
When the twilight is gone and no songbirds are singing
When the twilight is gone you come into my heart
And here in my heart, you will stay while I pray
My prayer is to linger with you
At the end of the day in a dream that's divine
My prayer is a rapture in blue
With the world far away and your lips close to mine
Tonight while our hearts are aglow
Oh tell me the words that I'm longing to know
My prayer and the answer you give
May they still be the same for as long as we live
That you'll always be there at the end of my prayer
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Lyrics - Only You
Only you can make this world seem right
Only you can make the darkness bright
Only you and you alone can thrill me like you do
And fill my heart with love for only you
Only you can make this change in me
For it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand I understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come true, my one and only you…
Please Read Part I before reading this! Thank you! :)
Days and nights merged
Into a stupefying timelessness
How long had it been
Since she had burned his flesh
With her body
Since she had burned his heart
With her escape
He caressed the white feather
Pulled it across his lips
Smelling the scent of her
That lingered
Cursing himself for being a fool
For taking the chance
For believing
He angrily brushed
At the lone tear
That escaped from his eye
A mournful pilgrim
Searching for redemption
Across expanse of his face
At that very moment…
The silence was broken
By the faint sound
Of fluttering wings
That grew louder
There at the door
Of his gilded cage
He didn’t trust himself to turn around
But he trembled...
He trembled when he heard the sound
Of the closing of the door
And the turning of the key in the lock
Still he did not turn around
Her scent spoke to him
Of her ever nearing closeness
Till it enveloped him
And her warm breath
caressed the back of his neck
And then…before he could turn around
His still rigid form was enfolded
In the fluttering of her wings
Eileen Manassian Ghali
*Image of Red Moon by Gifer.
Luna Dreams
Fair myth faintly draped sweet tongues, disrobe moist lips.
Voluptuous softness laud splashed scripts,
decors solicitous themes.
Legendary streams...
lissome tune,
dreams,
cast hints, swoon,
splitting well-worn seams,
illuminates striking beams.
Phantasmagoric lunar eclipse,
fair myth faintly draped sweet tongues, disrobe moist lips.
*The Andaree was created by our very own Andrea Dietrich, it has a syllable count of 11-9-7-5-3-1-3-5-7-9-11, and a rhyme scheme of "AabbcbcbbaA" and Line 1 is repeated in line 11. It is to be centered.
2020 July 11
*2nd Place*
Andaree - 11 Lines
~~Joseph May: Judged 2020 July 18
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deeps
down
drowning
drunk
with all uv their
love
rough
soft touches
kisses
hugz
listen to mine
bluster
az the bubbles
pop
toxic
"beaming eyne
ponderous tresses
hot chocolate with
thick marshmallows
champagne
cherries
excited
trickling flesh
mine lips
theirn digits
Friday nights"
there is tenderness
in each dab of the napkin
slowly arriving upon her lips
removing the aftermath
of the meal he had prepared
remembering now, Cupid's bow
that drew him in countless times
memories he holds dearer each day
as those azure eyes now vacant
disappear into the cloudless existence
he now must care for
gone are those moments
when she could recall a moment
they long ago shared
now he holds an abyss
a deepening that will eventually
claim all the life they shared
there is tenderness
in each dab of the napkin
slowly arriving upon her lips
there is no mourning in his smile
knowing in the band of gold upon his finger
this is the nascent of their forever
and at this point in their eternity
simply grateful for the moment
to gaze upon her Cupid's bow
and steal another kiss
Oregon 2/2025
I caught a disease from those lips,
it was a poison that tasted intensely sweet,
and intoxicated for a long evening,
I couldn't get enough of kisses
and of that true delight of living;
could I lose someone I desperately seek?
Why am I pulling away from you with fear,
the sensual and lovely moments are lost
over nothing, over a delirious and crazy thought
that's making darkness colder without the pretty moonlight;
but is there another voice much sweeter?
No, you made me fall for you on a quite August night!
Lovely moments lost over nothing,
have cost me happiness and hugs;
and lonely as ever, I dedicate you songs..
detaching myself from reality and feeling!
Written on 3/4/2017
In the midst of her gathering, I adorned her with my eyes as I see into her eyes a beautiful soul through the window, I can see her heart beating, I smell the fragrance of her blood excreting.
Oh what a beautiful array
My nose come close to her space. She has such a sweet essence.
Closer and closer, I come into her presence, I disregard everything else I look up more into the skies to heaven simultaneously, looking yet still into her eyes to her soul. Spirit smells of jasmine
Oh what a beautiful array
My lips as I walk ever closer to her her grace, her face shines as I walk over yet and still step-by-step closer to her body, her face resonates I touch her lips with my words. I embrace her heart with my spirit. My hands and arms reach up and out word. I am case her velvet body. I embrace, I touch your face with a kiss. For her spirit , soul in body , her bodies are sweet
Oh, what an beloved beautiful array
Her bodies sweet
5/11/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Versus me
(chilling as an outsize ego freezer)
profusely perspiring
and heavily panting
experiencing one after another
stuff whet dreams are made
frolicking in autumn mist
(think Maxfield Parrish painting)
while skirt chasing
and playfully tackling,
a gamesome gamine with verve
mercilessly coquettish ingenue
"precociously seductive"
overgrown Lolita wannabe.
Solitude and introvertedness
mebbe made more manifest destiny
courtesy severe nasal notable twang
(otherwise known as split uvula)
yours truly wittingly drew taunts
and unutterable pang
to escape being bullied as scapegoat
entering magical world
of mine imagination
fostered learning about
all creatures great and small
by age appropriate books.
Logophile lusts ever stronger after
twenty six letter combinations
(analogously surrendering to mistress)
that yield an estimated 171,146 words
currently in use in the English language;
according to the Oxford English Dictionary,
an additional 47,156 obsolete words exist.
I luxuriate engrossed
with choice reading material
and out of desperation
to slake insatiable thirst
(to discern syllabification)
yours truly doth read aloud
intently hearing cadence
of vowels and consonants.
Up until I entered six grade
(at Henry Kline elementary -
a one classroom per grade - school)
classmates bullied, derided,
and feigned to hammer -
jabbing leering, nasty
pimping ragout as a rule
which boyhood self of mine
availed a perfect bullseye target
with combination of diminutiveness,
being painfully quiet,
essentially remaining mum the entire day
except when called upon to answer question
thence utterance emanating between lips
produced and emitted
a strong nasal sound to boot
grist for the mill
sans malice meted, mimicked,
and mocked mashup
of mine warped congestion.
"I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways" - Rumi
You were there and I was there.
There was no one else to interrupt our silence.
Closing my mouth, I inhaled deeply
the scent of your cologne.
Intoxication - a sublime surrender to the sense - filled me
as I let my fingers trace the path my eyes had blazed
across your face,
and you reciprocated, mirroring my touch
as your lips and fingers lighted
reverently on my cheeks, my eyes, my mouth . . .
The thrill of new love
hung deliciously
in beauty’s hush around us.
A hundred ways I must have touched your face
as a hundred kisses you were placing
up and down my neck and
above and beneath my ear lobes.
Silent shivers of anticipation made way at last
for the softness of your sweet mouth
on mine.
Young love, so wondrous, so fresh -
you echo - silent still -
in the caverns
of my fondest recollections
Revised Feb 25, 2020 for Lu Loo's Free Verse On Love Poetry Contest