Long Perfume Poems
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The fresh scent of laundry mixes with sandalwood incense
a prelude as it heightens the fragrance of wax on sweet wicks
from one hundred candles that dance on a ceiling of dreams
essence made in anticipation of skin rubbing on spicy skin
Shadows augment the senses and covet passion and pleasure
treasure the moment yield eternity as they consent to craving
tenderly embrace fondling desire and binding together of souls
experience memories and anticipation bring play to the fore
Rose gold of wedding bands click the rhythm of heart beats
rhyme the crescendo tie tides of promise and orgasmic glow
pheromones moan at the cusp of delight exude naked perfume
the best aroma ever is the radiant release when we make love
15th March 2021
~Beautiful Bouquet Of Red Roses~
(Acrostic)
Beautiful bouquet of vibrant very lovely red roses
Elegant fragrant they're a gift from God above
A most romantic enchantingly soft delicate flower so very
Unique and beautiful in every single way
Their permeating perfume is truly a delight to my heart
Indeed their powerful presence is a bright sight to my eyes
Find them in a diverse array of colors, hues and names and all
Under a ton of their very exuberant unconcealed mythical celebrated charm and the
List of their endless variety just goes on and on
Roses are my very favorite flowers of all of them out there and
On this I can always honestly swear
Since they truly just amaze me and
Enthrall all of my heart and senses with all their unique loveliness and pure beauty.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
April.26.2016
Author's Notes:
An "Acrostic" is a poem or other form of writing in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out a word or a message. The word comes from the French "acrostiche" from post-classical Latin acrostichis.
When I’ve made it through life on this earth
And I’ve been called to my eternal home
There isn’t a doubt I will have a wonder
Awaiting me in the form of heaven divine
When I see the splendor of my celestial home
I know I will be speechless and so worshipful
The sight of a heaven that holds the spirit of God
Will be more alive than what I’ve ever hoped for
The perfume of my heavenly home above
Will be more powerful than any scent on earth
I know that the smell alone will send me pleasure
That can only be imagined while in this world
When I taste the food that God bestows on me
I will be sure to acknowledge how greatly He blesses
With delicious nourishments that I might dream of
If I could only have an imagination so very daring
The sounds that come from around the throne
Will be the voices and instruments of angel’s songs
More musical than any sound I ever heard before
There is no way to describe the beauty I’m in for
When I touch the hand of the One I’ve always loved
There isn’t a doubt that I will be thrilled beyond words
I’ll kneel down before Him and praise Him for all He’s done
Giving me salvation so that I might make my entrance above
There in the heavenly realms will be every possible joy
Amid the love that flows through the God of true love
There will be more praise than my ears have ever heard
And I know that, without a doubt, there will be pure tranquility
When I’ve made it up to the home of God above
I will lay down all the worries and stress, the grief
That seems to follow me around in this world
Up there, in the future, I will know all about real love
October 5, 2019
I sense Tomorrow is the Future Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sheri Fresonke Harper
In gardens fair, where colors bloom,
Petunias dance in whispered grace,
Their vibrant hues dispel the gloom.
With petals soft as velvet plume,
They weave a tale of love's embrace,
In gardens fair, where colors bloom.
In golden light, their beauty looms,
A symphony of charm and space,
Their vibrant hues dispel the gloom.
Amidst the breeze, they gently groom,
Each delicate curve, each fragile lace,
In gardens fair, where colors bloom.
They banish shadows, chase the doom,
Their essence, a divine solace,
Their vibrant hues dispel the gloom.
Oh, petunias, in sweet perfume,
Your presence, a celestial trace,
In gardens fair, where colors bloom,
Your vibrant hues dispel the gloom.
My whole world as I knew was never more; when I caught a glance of an attractive dark haired Irish man with piercing blue eyes, and a shadow of a beard framing his square jaw. He walked towards me with a smile. I couldn't fight the wave of desire that swept over me when he came close and breathed a sigh and said,
“I have fallen in love with you."
I embraced his love and experienced a new life I found my future soulmate.
I just applied a hint of makeup and perfume. My hair piled at the back of my head with long strands falling about my face. With the help of my bridesmaid, I slipped into a long cream satin wedding gown with lace at the bodice and a high neck and long lace sleeves. The back dipped into a V to my waist where the dress then fell in several layers of cream tulle. I slipped into matching Saasha Lee heels. The last a tiara adorned with diamonds to anchor my wedding veil. I picked up my simple and elegant bridal bouquet of white flowers.
I felt like a Cinderella, as I climbed into a horse-drawn carriage
waiting for the journey to the church.
The music was playing as I stepped into St Michael's Catholic Church in the small town of Needville and walked down the aisle arm-in-arm with my dad. The inside was adorned with white flowers. Clusters of white lilies tied with white satin ribbons adorn the pews. My prince simply stood at the head of the aisle with a smile never moving his gaze from me. My eyes were filled with tears as I took the gold band and put it on his wedding finger.
Our vows were simple and we both said I will. The priest said, “Ladies and Gentlemen, family and friends, it is my pleasure to present, for the first time anywhere, Prince Sean and Princess Vanessa O’Connor!" He slid one hand around the back of my neck and the other around my waist as he kissed me.
5/29/2018
Poetry Contest: FAIRY TALE
Sponsored by: Alexis Y.
Come! Bring forth the jar that for months had stood
Patiently undisturbed in the shadow!
Lift its lid, remove the leaves that serve as hood
And help age the wine that’s about to flow.
Catch a whiff of its sweet smell long detained
That now perfumes the air around us here.
Take some of the liquid with a bowl unstained
And--wait! Before we all have a good cheer,
Pour some libation to Kabunian’s name
From whom this wine and other favors came.
Fill the bowl fashioned from coconut shell
Blackened by time and from its constant use;
Pass the tapuy while the elders retell
The story of how this fermented juice
Has come down to us in its present form,
In much the same way that our forebears
Crafted it from rice, and then to transform
The grains into this divine drink we share,
Mixed it with bubod in order to mature
And ripen the liquor that now is pure.
Ah, how sweet the taste! How smoothly it goes
And warms the tongue that now tingles for more!
And the unique fragrance that from it grows
Reminds one of fields and of the outdoor.
How the liquid shines as clear as a spring--
Or a brook--that sprung from a mountain side!
Come, partake of this drink fit for a king
And speaks so well of the Igorots’ pride--
A toast to us here gathered of one mind,
And may the anitos be ever kind!
*Tapuy is rice wine from the Igorots of the Cordillera Region in the Philippines.
October 27-29, 2024
Pontius Pilate facing Jesus questioned what is true.
The answer stood in front of him not a what but a who.
But a breath away from perfect truth if only he knew.
Lord may I never be so blinded that I miss you too.
One man hung on a cross finger tips from the almighty.
Salvation within his grasp but too proud to clearly see.
Instead hurling insults for a fleeting moment of glee.
Lord may I never be so proud I fail to bend the knee.
Jealous leaders plotted to extinguish God's holy light.
Foolishly loving darkness acting like tombs washed in white.
Eyes so deceived they could not see the dire of their own plight.
Lord may I never be so fooled I walk by my own sight.
One woman abounding with love anointed with weeping.
With expensive alabaster perfume kept on pouring.
Overcome with thankfulness she just kept his feet washing.
Lord may I be like her with thanks and love overflowing.
Happiness is heaven, ecstasy gratifying
Sensual and satisfaction zest and delight.
I am quite confident; it comes all the year round.
It comes in the springtime when new buds appear
And nature's perfume fecundates the parks.
The season is warmer and children can play,
Listen to them, it’s laughter all the way.
It comes in summer, with hot and humid days,
We lie near each other savoring our ways.
The sea is calm and bathers can enjoy
Both a refreshing swim or some cold lollipops.
It comes in autumn with air that's so crisp
As the first snowflakes bring down the red dry leaves.
Thanksgiving is organized, a sumptuous feast.
Tilled harvested fields prepared as the chill is a beast.
But wet windy winter comes cold and hoary days
Snowfalls cover the roads and all stay snug in homes,
Everywhere fireplaces radiate warmth and shelter,
For many people think that happiness is not far away.
And so, as the year draws to a miserable end,
Let’s open a bubbly, and happy greetings send.
Meet a fabulous woman
asked her for a date
she excepted my invite
I went home and prepared
for that day
I smiled when I met her
things got underway
I remember it was
a special day
Flowers and chocolates
ah scented perfume
she smiled and excepted it
from the first week of March
til round about June
we meet and dated
got our instruments fine tuned
we started singin about
ah Kookey love together
Ah Lovers endeavor
)She and I(
Made references to marriage
said she wanted ah ring
told me she was in love
you know that whole
Lovers thing
said she was pregnant
we were on our way
What's more to say
we're in love
Happy Is the song
she gave me
Happiness we'll play the role
She and I together
we just let love take control
Happy was the song that saved me
when I was down and out
happy was the song she gave me
if you really know love
you know what I'm talking about
For years I ran to everything,
gods of lesser … much lesser things,
Desires defiled by forces and clones,
Youth holds a veil that keeps the truth from being shown,
All the walks in the dark and the dances of doom,
Altered my vision, my appetite became venomous perfume,
If I could have grasped that all along you were there,
If I would have known it was your love that cared,
I would not be writing this love poem to you,
For you are the one who pulls your children through,
You love in ways no one on this planet can do,
This is why I am thankful for you.
For years I cried tears of failure and pain,
Thought if I changed a mere guy I would somehow be sane,
All the fights and the struggles to gain some control,
Left me broken and tired with nowhere to go,
If I could have seen I was an "Anything" fiend ,
Striving to become spotless and clean,
I would not be writing this love poem to you,
For you are the promise that has proven to be true,
You love in ways no one on this planet can do,
This is why I stay thankful to you,
This is why I stay thankful to you.
By: Sabina Nicole
written: 6/18/12