Long Picture prompt Poems

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Premium Member Satiating Dreams of Forbidden Themes

Desires whisper in shadow of Venus
And seduce intentions of clandestine love 
As rhythms attuned to romantic beats
Pulsate zealously in galactic utopia.

Bashful moon titillates lustrous vibes
In interstellar space of floating nebulae
As symphony of emotions arouses
Throbbing hearts in exotic euphoria.

Sizzling bodies elevate mystical aura 
Flooding blood-veins’ cosmic jubilation
And longings waltz on sensuous clouds
As jolt of excitement inflames bosoms.

A tango of passions presents a ballet 
For one more spin on planetary stage
High on elation of moonlit ecstasy
Savoring kisses of heavenly blessings,

Satiating dreams of forbidden themes
Unlocking secrets of mysterious galaxy.

January 14, 2020
Placed 1st: Picture prompt poetry contest
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Placed 3rd: Strand choice 9 contest by Brian Strand


Premium Member Mother's Nature

Abounding with loving nurture
   Building lives is her nature
      Carving souls along caring feature
         Driven by motherly* gesture
            Empowering every child's future... 
               Fostering faith's confident posture
                  Gift from God midst raising-up stature...
                     Happy are we to be the fruits of her blessed venture!

*Proverbs 31:28-30 Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all. Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.

May 13, 2026
10th place, "A Mother Figure - Picture Prompt" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by	Suzette Richards; judged on 5/14/2026
Form: ABC

Optical Illusion

My slumbered eyes in endless night hours
make shady groves of translucent memories. 
Outlining  contour of crescent moon, 
dark figures meander my muffled thoughts. 

The starry sky suddenly changes
from turquoise blue  to champagne color .
Half in light, half in shadow, in a  mystic mirror
two souls in grandeur, play roles of a lover.
Enthralled in a universe of rosy clouds 
elated ripples cascade passion in their blood.
As strong hands grip in gentle touch of kiss,
in silent whispers they meld in each other.
Silhouettes of sculpted poise, they both pose
a splendid spectacle , a magic in moonrise.
a soft satin dream , a frolick in whirlwind
where white light romances shrouds of dark. 
A waning moon peeps in its smiling meniscus 
as their moments of fantasy dissolves in surreal.

And then.. greyish gloom breaks into dawn...
My eyes all consumed in your eclipse
lingering lullabies on edges of my lips.
I just saw something that isn't ever there 
 It's just an Optical Illusion of You and Me .





Dated 19th January 2020


Sponsor	Brenda Chiri
Contest Name	Picture Prompt

Premium Member Zeal Is Contagious

“The park’s the bestest place I know.
I hope you’ll take me there today.”
Four-year-old Bud would get his way.
His Papa also likes to go
to watch the lively children play.

Bud rushed right to the carousel
and claimed “the horsey I like best.
He’s magic. He’s not like the rest!”
His Papa recollects quite well
his own fun fancies lived with zest.

Bud’s magic horsey comes alive,
not at the park; but many nights,
he takes him on fantastic flights.
Though Magic leaves when dawn arrives,
the daytime holds its own delights.

rhyme scheme: a b b a b     c d d c d     e  f  f  e  f


March 29, 2020, entered in Eve Roper's Picture Prompt Contest  placed 3rd

December 3, 2021
entered in the "Z" Contest New or Old--Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Lessons Learned From Cat Sitting

Cats live in the NOW
Cats just want you to BE
Cats have two priorities: LOVE me and FEED me

Cats don’t care if you’ve gained a few pounds
Cats don’t care if you’re not wearing makeup
Lounging will win over exercise and chores every time

Gracefulness comes by making chilling your #1 priority
A good stretch can cure anything
There’s nothing more urgent than showing affection

Being cute and playful works like a magnet
Being elegant and mysterious will go a long way
There’s no greater pleasure than basking in the sun
and
Sometimes doing nothing is what it’s all about




Published in my photo/poetry book ~LESSONS LEARNED FROM CAT SITTING~ 2018

AP: 2nd place 2020

Submitted on October 21, 2017 for contest PICTURE PROMPT CONTEST sponsored by JULIE LEIGH RODEHEAVER  -  RANKED 3RD


Nostalgia

A cascade of autumn leaves lying scattered all around
in faded pale light, nostalgia is tucked in some bygones
forest air still redolent of pink azaleas profound, 
reclaiming back those moments in images and icons.

In faded pale light, nostalgia is tucked in some bygones.
riding that chariot of rainstorm, did we not then dance? 
reclaiming back those moments in images and icons,
promissory of dreams, beckoning rainbow of romance.

Riding that chariot of rainstorm, did we not then dance? 
remember under that tree, I dissolved in your wrapped arms
promissory of dreams, beckoning rainbow of romance,
molten moments of candle wax, awakened in your charms 

Remember under that tree, I dissolved in your wrapped arms,
forest air still redolent of pink azaleas profound. 
Molten moments of candle wax, awakened in your charms.
A cascade of autumn leaves lying scattered all around.



Dated 18th June 2020

14 syllable in each line : howmanysyllable
Picture Prompt #2

Sponsor	Eve Roper
Contest Name	feelings of nostalgia
Form: Pantoum

Nocturnal Ends Neighboring

salient smile scrunching
punctured physiognomy pulsing
voluptuous chin vying
over mystic memory
with callous contentions
seeped in stupefaction

rusty rubberneck moaning
airy attention fostering
damped dog downbeat

nocturnal ends neighboring
felon results rustling
saucy rebellion smirking

Her dad disembarked;
His monstrous master.
20:01:03:05:07

Note: 42 words.
My idea of the story - A picture prompt.
   A girl took her dog with her to meet her father who was a sailor. He'd been away for like forever. He was a loving father to the girl, and a cruel monster to the dog.
Sooner he disembarked and was coming towards her (After few years of departure). At the thought of the replications of sweet memories that'd be restored, she smiled happily at her returning father. While the dog frowned upon the arrival of his monstrous monster: variation of feelings and attainment of pleasures. (Emphasis on the last couplet).
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Magical Carousel

Around the world in the blink of an eye.
Conquering adventure, for a young child to spy.
Kingdoms of gold and many a magical being.
A world of imagination, limited only by one's dreaming.

Twinkling of illustrations, fiddling of the human mind.
The inner workings of a child's dreamworld begin to unwind.
Castles and dragons, conjured along this fantasy's journey.
Master of this realm, engendering a grand tourney.

The mind of a child is more precious than gold.
Vivid imagery, so much power to behold.
No limitations, an endless chaotic swell.
Infinite unfettered aspirations, a child's magical carousel.

3-24-20
carousel picture prompt poetry contest
sponsored by Eve Roper
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Duty Bound

She is her own moonbeam shining bright;
a beacon in the sky, penetrating light.
In evenings centrifugal dance,
heavenly body does entrance.
Giant star shine lamp
of mega-trillion amps.

In the hustle of celestial bustle;
she flexes her gaseous muscles.
whirling, spinning, never dimming,
she moves along like Peggy Fleming.
A holiday on ice, in space,
puts a smile upon her face.

I gaze upon this gracious sphere,
gentility that brings forth a tear;
for she’s our planet, our homeland
and we must do whatever we can.
We must be on the alert,
Gaia’s demise to avert.


3-10-2020
Picture prompt Poetry Contest
Brenda Chiri
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Bandit Wears a Mask

Here I sit on Julie's couch
Yeah, I know I've gotten fat
my tummy has become a pouch
I'm not on a diet... I'm a cat!

My black mask is always in place
I used permanent Indian ink
to draw it on my beautiful face
You can't see my eyes when I blink

I'd like a little privacy, if you please
while I'm grooming myself today
If you hang around you may sneeze
when my dander floats your way

Sometimes I chase my fluffy tail
I've heard it said that cats do that
but it's such fun and I never fail
to be victorious in our cat spats

I'm a feline Bandit, and love my home
and Julie is the greatest mom to me
I have no need to wander or roam
I'm right where I'll always want to be

November 7, 2017
Picture prompt contest
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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