Long Luscious Poems
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Mint leaf season vortex gilds sylvan glaze
vivid hue a scented purple ground mist
citrus brume float locus in dewdrop phase
cherry orchard fruit shoots hearthrob wish list
Gold grosbeak pecking ryegrass fare at dawn
scarlet tanager an oak tree crown rite
wet mallard feet drag bird seed round my lawn
flush choral plume behind the hedgerow sprite
Triumphant March of mother earth womb pearls
airy infant whines elate our senses
green sea tides that flurry sunlit moss curls
hub of nodding reeds a ripe consensus
Zeal infuses luscious pastures growing
spring fount heralds jubilance a-glowing
Sponsor : Constance La France
This poem is a sonnet.
Penning delicacies
Like chocolate eclairs
Lemon chiffon
Colorful words, affairs
Of the tastebuds
Delectable shares
Light and appealing
Nothing compares
To heavenly puddings
Sweets like prayers
Promising goodness
In poetry and prose
Scrumptious words rise
Detailing mouthwatering
Thoughts, lovely pies
Capturing the silent joy
Twinkling in the eyes
Of those mouthwatering
Desserts who baptize
The tongue in delight
Nothing can disguise
Such yummy satisfaction
The empty page cannot know
Ways to cleverly melt
Prose with pleasantness
Here in the bible belt
Where we know our sugars
Blended with heartfelt
Palatability, allure of desserts
Who bring such deep-felt
Ecstasy from the soul who knows
Appetites are alive, indwelt
By such luscious gratification
Writing of honey loving tastes
In saccharine hearts, devoted
To pleasant flavors,
Both tangy and light, quoted
By legendary authors
Poets – writers who noted
The savory enchantments
Found in confections, coated
With powdered sugar
Floating in syrupy delight, voted
The best part of life
A Merger With Food Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
May 5, 2022
Marquees are bright with neon lights, where crowds line up for movie night
Holding hands, we're in 'The Strand'. The velvet carpet guides us in
Popcorn smokes, .. we're drinking cokes,... and cracking jokes with Bing and Hope
Lamour's along with more sarongs,... , her luscious lips, and cigarettes,
She fills ashtrays with smoking tips, and tosses guys like poker chips
'Movietone' intrudes with news, and soon we're in somber mood
Third-Reich goosesteps march again, ... an evil presence in the wind...
Cary Grant , (a news reporter), loves his girl, and his typewriter
"His Girl Friday", plot is witty, sometimes crazy. But Cary loves this ditzy lady....
William Powell and Mryna Loy..., Asta barks, and finds a toy, ...a ploy? a clue?,....
...an earring gold. The mystery is clearly solved.-- A crimson sun, is rising cold!
Movietone in black and white,... graphic scenes, where soldiers die
Another night, suspense on chart. 'Correspondent' , Joel McCrea.
Saves Lorraine, and claims the Day. BUY WAR BONDs !! They'll pave the way
Bogart, Bergman bring to light, a valiant flght , within their grasp
Airline ticket, in her hand, they must part, and do what's right, no questions asked
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It's movie night, but you aren't here, a troopship took you far from here
Allied troops are moving tanks. I wait for you..God give me strength
I'm in the Strand, within the dark, there's no one here to hold my hand
I'm all alone...........I heard the news....................You left it all in Anzio
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For Contest Chopped III Sponsored by Craig Cornish
11/23/14
She opened the door and tiptoed in,
golden luscious hair, tossed to spin,
her legs were naked,longer on heels,
Here she was with my evening meals!
Blue eyes smiling behind black lashes,
Mask on face and shoe without laces!
She adjusted bed to serve me food,
For man of romance, so far so good!
She poured me water, from a bottle,
My heart was going at full throttle!
Her perfume put my mind in a trance
Every bit of me was up for romance!
Some evening she brought me a treat!
My high fever was all from love heat!
one day she slowly took off her mask,
poured me coffee from thermos flask,
That was the day I saw her full face,
her smile was running out of space.
From that day on, mask she never wore,
With every smile I was in love even more!
fever came down, the bill was high,
I left the hospital with a deep sigh!
Now I wander in thunder and in rain
So I can get sick and go back again!
Written 21/07/2020
Premier competition winner
10 to 20 lines on Mask
Sponsor Mohan Chutani
The one that got away (Ten word challenge-2 Contest sample)
An AMBIVALENT mood engulfs me, as BITTERSWEET memories
meander in my mind.I was 15 she was 17,yes an older woman.
She was so ARCANE, mysterious, and FLAMBOYANT at the same time.
She was the QUINTESSENCE of sophistication, a LUSCIOUS ripe fruit
waiting for a TACTILE experience.
I was so innocent, so QUIESCENT in my thoughts, I felt I needed
an INTERCESSOR, to offer my IMMOLATION of love to her.
So, I asked my best friend to approach her for me, and ask her to dance.
They danced the night away together, yes she was the one that got away!
Sample for ten word challenge-2 contest
10 obligatory words to be used highlighted
in capital letters.
Give it a try!
Looking forward to your entry!
John Derek Hamilton
October26,2016
whistlesandspacesfar
Edward Estlin Cummings
e x t r a v a g a n t poet
puddle wonderful
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December 26, 2020
Poetry/Light Verse/puddle-wonderful
Copyright Protected, ID 12- 1316-561-26
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Inspiration EE Cummings poem - Chansons Innocentes
excerpt from the poem Chansons Innocentes
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
Soaring across the dark sky
On wings of stars as they fall
Leaving a breath of delight
To caress the hope for life
Your spirit continues to live
In the shadows of the sunlight
Reflected on lavender buds
Luscious scarlet petals
Tender joys in a flower
Your spirit continues to live
Along the smooth branches
Of a birch who whispers
To me through the windstorm
Of grace, joy, affection
Your spirit continues to live
On the moon’s silver sphere
Clever and captivatingly clear
Creating an ambiance of joy
Flowing down from the heavens
Your spirit continues to live
Whispering through the prayers
Of a mountain who blesses
With emeralds and olive greens
Gracing our land with splendor
Your spirit continues to live
On hues of divine highs
Where music testifies
And grace is so alive
There is the dance of life
Your spirit continues to live
Without any doubt, my friend
Your spirit is one that will be in
The tides, the rain, the sunny day
The happiness that nature throws our way
Your spirit continues to live…
A gift from our generous Creator
The God who gives life
To every living thing
the furious
beast sought
its luscious feast
spreading everywhere
devouring all in sight
seeking to please
its insatiable appetite
with all that was there
as the charred waste
blanketed the sky
with its smoke’s dye
and gloom’s scorching taste
meshack,
shadrack and abednego
faith is put to the test
no matter where
we would go, the furnace
would be there
denying the weary any rest
from the soaring flames of the west
oh, the fire this time
destroying yours and mine
if there be heaven on this earth
this must be her hell’s inferno’s birth:
though fueled by evil dante wind
the flames of satan will not win.
if flowers write about love storms
and the moon obeys the heart’s blaze
would you, O Dawn’s King
become my forever flame ~
the wild-blue fire,
finger-locking our besotted souls…
aching obsessively to taste
the sacred warmth
from the Asclepius arms
of Cephisesus’ spring river
ricocheting and reflecting
the burning desire we breathe…
and I listen ~ in amatory silence,
to your voiced whispers
the slow, soft velour laughter
as you caress my sky
with poetic phrases ~
igniting this ink to release
blooms spooned with fervent sighs
lines linear against
the hysterical history
of hurt without healing…
but if only the petals
floating and
frolicking in the wind
could empathize
with how my lips thirst
with flares of jealous heat ~
wanting desperately
to be the trembling skin
the only zephyr
that touches your smooth silk fever…
O pursuer of pressed passion
my reason to remain alive
relinquish into the orchard
of rooted, clandestine utopia,
where I savor the luscious liqueur
spilling from the titillating tips
of scribbled Shizuka ~
kiss me when the sun sleeps
feel me when the Venus stars awake
dress me in dancing darkness.
I will be the violet spark
to your electromagnetic light…
take me beyond time
eviscerate the
evil threads of illusion
unchain the steel of
our imprisoned pages,
let the words flow as one..
for my heartbeat now
is the sober mirror to your pulse
nevermore remembering
the final glimpse
of an irreversible ending…
** inspired by the artwork The birth of Venus, Sandro Botticelli ~
The screen door slams behind me
As I rush out into the blinding sunlight
Wondering where my big brother is hiding
I better get to the pool before he finds me
And throws me into the ice cold water
That flows daily into the pool
From the cold mountain streams
Of the Elbrus Mountains
I have my pretty pink flowered bathing suit on
My second skin
I smile as I remember someone calling me a dolphin
When she saw me swimming in the water
Now I can’t wait to get in again
I feel the prickly yellowing grass beneath my feet
As I run toward the weeping willow….
My favorite tree in the whole compound
First phase of the run complete
I head toward the ancient mulberry tree
How I hate the squishiness under my toes
As I trample them in this patch of green
Where the grass is protected by the mighty branches
Of this gracious tree that provides us
An abundance of luscious fruit
We gather every summer in big bed sheets
As people up in the branches
Shake the tree
I’m on my final leg
Almost there
A rebel yell
And my brother swoops down on me
From behind the tree
I scream as I try to get away
But he sweeps me up in his arms
And runs the last few feet to the pool
I shriek at the top of my lungs
Which will probably bring my uncle out yelling
Awakened from his afternoon nap
I want to go into the pool gradually
By degrees…
To get my body used to the icy coldness
And so I beg to be released
We are there
At the edge of the pool
One sweeping motion
And water splashes up in rainbow sprays
As I sink below
Down into the icy depth at the deep end
Thinking this time my heart will stop
This time I will turn into a block of ice
And sink to the bottom
I will drown
A lifetime later
I break the surface and see him smiling down at me
The one who taught me how to swim
My strong older brother
Who would rescue me in a heartbeat
If need be...
I smile up at him
As I break into a smooth swim to the other side
Happy that he didn't let me play the fool
Standing at the edge of the pool
Waiting to come down the steps
By degrees
Waiting
To get lost
Into this liquid paradise
Of azure blue...
Eileen Manassian Ghali