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*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
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
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.
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
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.
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
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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 ,]
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.
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'
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