Long Nymph Poems

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Reserata Carcerem Xlviii

*Reserata Carcerem XLVIII*

Sate jolting jungle 'n enclosed pen;
nosy nature's yawn gulped 'n' reeled rents,
bruised business time leases sucked spells -
apt alakazam writ ñ lone's breast.

Yore, Poseidon 'ter t' Ithaca,
skipped ñ Leviathan t' Rome's border
'n' anon t' th' jolting jungle fastened.
Ho! Rusty retina was moistened;

a haggard nymph ñ feeble fig sate -
sumptuous swell 'f breast, foiled fabrics trailed.
'wards felon fruit peered th' taunting ****,
'n' Poseidon, pious, rustic rage licked.

Hither thithered h' th' jolting jungle
'f which ere sewn sage's muse scribbled. 
      '20:07:17:13:22

Note:
a) of plagued pride.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Sate - sat
ii) Writ - written
iii) Lone - (of place) solitary
iv) Yore - long ago
v) Anon - Immediately
vi) Hither/thither - from here/to there
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'n - in
ii) 'n' - and
iii) ñ - on 
iv) 'ter - after
v) t' - to
vi) th' - the
vii) 'wards - towards
viii) 'f - of
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member A Siren's Fancy

Twilight dreams lead me to a mystic place
Where Sirens alight on wings of gemmed threads
As fair Teles allures till harps ignite
On waters foiled above lush ocean-beds

Sunken caves line the tides where men yield
To fluid hums trilling like drops so gold
I pivot around feathered limbs varnished
With aquatic splash of murmurs untold

Gliding on trails adorned with rare corals 
Attractive nymphs bathe on the shore to play
While laughter ripples grinding their curved hips
Before darkness finds a male to betray

I gaze and absorb this exotic scene
Recalling my claim, sea maiden of night
A fancy that beguiles my hours’ wonder
Never to appear again in hindsight.



Siren-- A sea nymph with the upper body of a woman
 and winged, bird-like lower body. 
*Teles—Greek Siren of Perfection

Mythological Animals/Birds Contest: Shadow Hamilton
by nette onclaud
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member When the Fairy and the Nymph Meet

Where silver spray explodes against the stone, 
A dryad* steps from willow-boughs of jade, 
To seek the rushing water’s deep, cold tone, 
And find the sprite within the foaming glade. 
With gossamer and wings of morning light, 
The fairy hovers o’er the river’s roar, 
A spark of golden dust in rapid flight, 
Descending where the waters wash the shore.
The nymph, with eyes as dark as mountain rain, 
Reaches to touch the creature’s fleeting glow, 
As if to bridge the divide of her domain 
And catch the grace the soaring spirits know. 
They meet where nature’s wild and rushing breath,
Defies the quiet stillness, life, and death.
Form: Narrative

Blithesome Lark

The lark lulls near my window's brink
How blithesome she flickers and the wink
I long to share with you my morning drink
Nuzzling with you in a rosy bedlinen of mink

When the shaft of light shimmers tall
My long awaited soul begins to crawl
To whom I shall call? -
Come my lovely nymph let's dance in summers rainfall

Blues are those your ocean eyes 
I know those aren't the disguise-
As glittering as the fireflies 
Even flowers may blossoms to eulogise

Send your thoughts,by the evening breeze
I could hear them from the susurrous trees 
Listening to the lulls is still what I do
Soughing trees and lark may lulls to woo
© Raj KUMAR  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

In the Wood

faces in green leaves
on twigs and branches
dance in the breeze
of spring's gentle gaze.

visitors bring joy there
to the voices of the air
as the sun's eye begins to blaze

(with envy)

the north hills undulating
rolling tides of petals and
pollen-filled dreams
burst asunder notions
of brewing bumblebee potions
dancing every night
with fears unnerving sight
and the sound of the wood nymph
making mischief at old man's house of leaves.

follow your heart to bubbling creeks
flowing crystal clear 
and 
guiltless treasures 
leave no memories in the wood.

no lasting memory
is left standing in the wood.


Of Swirls and Curls

Her sun-bleached curls flow languid with the breeze,
with soothing timbres in her choral voice.
Her tangy scent denotes a shameless tease,
alluring like a nymph with carefree choice.

Her turquoise eyes depict a tender mood, 
and salty kiss that lingers on your tongue.
Her soft embrace immersing but subdued,
for years besotted with the tunes she sung

Yet, our rapport at times was coarse as sand,
her temper swirls are hostile to behold,
with crushing sprays too stubborn to withstand,
that persevere to batter till you fold.

To fathom beauties formed of swirls and curls,
One ought to dive deep to reveal their pearls.

08.22.21
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member ''Am I getting fat Mr Edvard''

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                                  az up thuh nymph
                                lifted her night shirt
                             with both uv hern mitts 

                                    slide'n past her
                                  bulbous growths
                                    and az in thuh 
                                  slow motion she
                              slither'd one mitt back
                                           down
                              unto her nether region
                                   gaze'n into mine 
                                           pupilz
                                  bite'n her bottom
                                             lip
                                 az down her shirt
                                       cascade'd
                                      cover'n her 
                            not at all "fat" back up

                          "not thuh ounce amber"
                                        i reply'd
                               az mine face i felt 
                                       recover'n
                          from it's embarrassed 
                                       crimson






*mah back wood'z neighbor'z
  torturous daughter  ,]

Premium Member Queen of the Salt Throne

Beneath the shelf of turquoise light, 
Where silver minnows take their flight, 
A daughter of the Nereid line
With hair of kelp and skin of brine, 
Once danced within the coral hall 
Before she heard the deep sea’s call.
She feared the storm-king’s thunderous hand, 
The way he shook the yielding land, 
And fled to where the Atlas height 
She hid among the cold, dark caves, 
Away from Poseidon’s lunging waves.
But Delphinus, with skin of slate,
Slipped through the currents, navigating fate. 
With clicking song and gentle eye, 
He spoke beneath the watery sky: 
"The King is but a hollow shell, 
Without the Queen he loves so well."
He promised her the tides to sweep, 
The secret keys to all the deep, 
A crown of pearls and amber stone, 
A seat upon the sapphire throne. 
And so she came, with dolphin guide, 
To be the mistress of the tide.
Now when the ocean moans and sighs, 
It is the breath of her dark eyes. 
She tames the stallions of the foam, 
And calls the wandering sailors home. 
No longer just a nymph of spray,
She rules where light and shadow play.
With crab-claw horns upon her brow, 
The wild Atlantic learns to bow. 
For though he shakes the trident’s weight, 
She is the pulse, the sea's own mate— 
The quiet power, the emerald might, 
The Lady of the Deep: Amphitrite.
Form: Narrative

A Dream

Truly beautiful she was; I saw from afar
I seek closeness yet she belongs to the star
Such enthralling blush of her tulips brown
And such glossy hair by her twinkling crown
Certainly her violet eyes are nymph of serenity 
That surely would lure me beyond eternity 
I parted my heart's desire to the gentle stream 
While she softly hummed and loitered within my dream 
Merely a dream is I could hold her courteous hand 
And wander within our laughter over my fairyland 
O' these heart's desire so blazing and fiery
Much like a blossoms of gorse; golden and glittery
I crawled within my dream and watched her waves of a sea
And watched her with my weary eyes across the same lea
Beneath the same pearly clouds and sphery moon
I loved this quiet evenfall and her 
soothened croon
With gladness I laid beneath the Hawthorn and see her go
While she soflty sailed to where my rivers never flow-
And I parted my heart's desire to the gentle stream
And it speaks,'Tis a love not merely a dream'
© Raj KUMAR  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member Crazy Cool

Surge swallows stress
Plunder proud press
Gripe glimpses guess


Feel foolish fuss
Bear blooming buzz
Pick pretty plus


Choice charms crafty
Poise pays plenty
Voice veils vainly


Veer vaulted vice
Shrewd sexy spice
Nymph naughty nice


Frenzy frames fool
Crazy comes cool
Plenty proofs pool


Lovely lines loom
Bright brilliance booms
Ripe rapture rooms


Crazy comes clean
Loud laughter leans
Wise wonder weans


Moist moments meet
Speak savvy street
Glamour grooms greet


Touch thrilling trade
Mind movements made
Grope grouchy grade


Live limpid laugh
Bring bumpy bluff
Sound simple stuff


Crazy cool comes
Set stuffy sums
Niche notions numb




Leon Enriquez
31 March 2016
Singapore

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