Long Relish Poems
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#SWISH! SWASH! SWOOSH!
MORE, MORE...POUR SOME MORE!
Oh what's in store, for this day, is a memorable drenching, a satiated and satisfying encapsulation of sensations
met rigoursly and rapturously...
RAIN on THIS day, Won't Disappoint and it's an ALL DAY AFFAIR WITH NO CARES IN THE WORLD! {SMILE} IT'S NATURE'S DOWNPOUR, IN STORE...
"OH THE POSSIBILITIES!!!" {SMILE}
YOURSELF: IT'S 7AM...BUBBLE BATH TIME!
YOU IMMERSE IN PURE PLEASURE, YOU'RE ABLE TO LOOK OUT YOUR WINDOW, SKY WATER IS CRASHING AND THRASHING ABOUT, IT'S EARLY AND YOU HAVE THE ENTIRE DAY...TO YOURSELF! CRISP WHITE LINEN AWAITS YOU, PREMIUM BREAKFAST GOODIES PARTAKE YOU, MORE WINDOW VIEWS, AS RAIN ENSUES...AND YOU RELISH*
ALL YOUR NEXT CHOICES, SO MANY! SO
MANY! THE THUNDER GUIDES YOUR* WONDER!!!
FRIEND: YOUR CLOSEST FRIEND CALL AND SAYS..."LET'S GO THRIFTING!" YOU BOTH COINCIDE WITH A SHARERIDE ALL AROUND THE CITY! WE WEAR OUR FAVORITE RAIN GEAR, COLORFUL OF COURSE, WE'RE FILLED WITH JOY!!! WE RETRIEVE AT LEAST TWO MOST TREASURED ITEMS, AS WE DISCUSS OUR FINDS, AS WE DINE, WHILE LAUGHING UP HYSTERICALLY*
AS IT RAINS...NO PREVENTION OF THE DAY'S GAIN!!
LOVER: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
WE BOTH SIGH, AS WE LIE IN SHEER EXCLAMATION AND EXCITEMENT WITH OUR ADDED COMPANION, THE RAIN!!! THERE'S NOTHING LIKE IT, THAT SMELL IN THE AIR, THAT ALLURE, OH SO PURE! "BABY, THE CROISSANTS ARE IN THE OVEN, WE WILL FEEL RAVENOUS AFTER OUR LOVING!!!" AFTERALL, IT'S A RAINY BLISS"FULL" SUNDAY, NOTHING MATCHES THIS TYPE OF MAGICAL, MAGNETIC AND FANTASTIC GETAWAY...
"I'LL SAY!!!" "I'LL SAY!!!"
SOUL :-) GRIN...
"ESPECIALLY TODAY!!!"
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} March 25, 2023#
Absurd situations amuse me; they get written into poems.
Foolish generalizations about groups of people infuriate me;
they also get written into poems.
All Irish, all whites, all English, all red-heads, there is no all.
It makes not a whit of sense.
But the one thing that has gotten my goat faster than any other thing?
“All women over forty are dried up.” Yes, I know. It is crazy, but I heard it.
When I was forty-four, twenty-two years ago, and it still irritates me.
When I think of it, which is not often, I relish in the thought that the man who used it is incarcerated now, using all kinds of other silly sayings,
that probably get him whooped daily.
He loved to generalize groups of people. “All men in their twenties,
all Swedes, all people who wear overalls, all women who wear gloves…”
I soak myself in friendly waters, not worrying about this stuff usually.
Tonight I slathered my worn-out self in a luxurious lavender bath when I thought of it again.
It is weird how the most random stupid things will pop into your head, irritating you at odd times.
My wishes are for Earth beings to quiet
and hear the whispers of a star-filled night.
Listen to snowflakes as they gently fall
Hear the music of a winter bird's call.
Breathe in soft quietness, so our souls may heal
Know that what's before us is what is real.
Bask in the warmth of tangerine sunsets,
and silver moon wearing star coverlets.
Relish the trees, blossoms waiting to grow,
be grateful for each morning's sunrise show.
Cherish our families and those we hold dear
Let all unkind words fall on our deaf ear.
Let happiness find its everyday place.
Accept others' love as we accept grace.
Help those crying, give them true joy to feel
When enough wish these things, they will be real.
December 3, 2021
This parchment holds your grip so right
as tears of joy behold our days,
and while the moon imprints this flight
when a splendor of time replays
beguiling nightfall's song, mid-air...
unconditional I declare
accepting you as is, so rare,
till kisses waltz in gentle sways.
For better or worse etched on sky
this promise of life I cherish;
that come fire and rain, we shall try
for love's seasons not to perish,
since years ahead has found true place...
Dearest beloved, I embrace
sweet thrill of life made from God’s grace;
Forever is ours to relish.
2/ 02/2016
Contest of Mystic Rose
A VALENTINE POEM OF YOUR CHOICE OLD OR NEW
OBSESSIVE
My prime confession
is frantic obsession
on You, My Dearest.
Romantic aroma
puts me in dilemma
Wish to be your closest.
You stay in core of heart.
That fact I am alert
. but hypnotized, My Dear.
Exotic, obsessive
Just running possessive
Sweet Heart! Am I clear?
On muse, I get amused,
always too confused,
full glass of love I drank.
My only dream, desire
to adore and admire
you, being mesmerized, and sank.
Obvious obsession
Uncontrolled sensation,
Unidirectional
Emerald Emotion
Pearly Piercing Passion
Blind love, non parallel.
Yes, Me , truly obsessed
admit myself 'Blessed'
to relish my pleasure.
My obsession of Love
I possess, I deserve:
Precious Peerless treasure.
07/23/17
OBSESSION Contest by Silent One
Third Place
All Yours (Jan 24 ) contest by Brian Strand
Up and down I quickly scroll
In search of the poet’s name
So desperate to feed my soul
And my anxious thoughts to tame
I scan with my longing eyes
This heart igniting to flame
I wonder where it could be?
The halo around that name
I breathe a sigh of relief
There it is, glorious sight
The name that is sure to bring
Dreams vibrant into my night
I click with growing ardor
Read and savor every line
Each thought entwined with magic
Transports me to the sublime
I sigh with deep contentment
Nourished by all he has shared
Dressed with the robe of his words
A gift of the soul he bared
Refreshed, I rise from my bed
A brilliant start to my day
In this little heart a wish
That his name is here to stay
Eileen Manassian Ghali
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“It does not matter if you are a rose or a lotus or a marigold. What matters is you are flowering.” Rajnesh
Placed 10th in:
Admire a Summer Flower Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jay Narain
Marigold.
Marigold in pure saffron hue
Blooming in soft summer season,
How with perfume and beauty true
You gild my green garden, beckon
From afar bees to suck nectar
From the sweetness of your petals,
Rouse my delight and my pleasure
While butterflies on you settle.
I gaze at your beauty for hours,
Inhale your seasoned spicy scent
When you`re drenched in a mild shower
Or wave at me without repent
With stirs of the sweet southern breeze;
No flower mate will match your grace:
You propagate with so much ease
That you for ever I`ll embrace.
With full majesty as a queen
You adorn the vase in my room,
Perfuse loveliness through the scene
And at dusk dissipate dark gloom;
When light`s on, you shine with brilliance
With charming petals reflecting
Elegance of your radiance
And gracefulness of your living.
You are the jewel of my heart
To garnish shrine of my deities
And as garlands for them apart,
So much I relish your beauty:
After the last breath I shall heave
I would long for your wreath, marigold,
By my side for your scent to breathe
And to silence my sincere soul.
~esoteric~
The story is retold with great relish
Its the great chief who precipitated
The great war by his love endeavors
Its the great chief who led us to war
The great chief loved the royal princess
Sister to Mariaka making her pregnant
Shamed for conceiving out of wedlock
She committed the abominable suicide
Mariaka was now to ascend the throne
After her beloved sister had departed
She asked for gifts from the great chief
Which great chief you delayed in bringing
Mariaka was angry at you great chief
Saddened by the loss of her elder sister
She took the advice of the malicious elders
In the war she aided the imperialist enemy
Troops of warriors from Mariaka's tribe
Aided the colonizers in fighting our people
Our own in-laws fighting us to great losses
Loss of life and the sanity of our people
Great chief you were unable make peace
And the war raged fierce in the slopes
Be my force once again.. never shall be
For great chief this time round you did it
Forever Ever or Never
Forever does it exist? Forever is never doesn’t exist. It betrays hearts, breaks bones in its subtle nuances. It takes love, makes it eternal but it’s not. There is nothing just worn down cloth from the gaggery. No one has any right to tell. Love has no name so don’t expect it to deliver your lusty pleasures.
Aphrodite has a mirror_ it reflects your world of despicable lust. Her voice flogs those who use its dance for uppity pose.
Freyja was here with Eros flown away.
I am impassioned with this. Never born_trapped in mother’s uterus_screaming forever. But you released me. This hideous hateful horrid hobgoblin always down inside inner core gutter’s sewer range. Crawling with the dregs- scrags_ slags lovers who have been banished for a dream of sensuality.
Unbeknown to every scab here, I am to see_ relish freedom_ hovering, staggering towards my light, the golden globe IBurning gone but not forever as there is no ever or nowhere forgone. Person of steel lifts me out of the gutter- carrys me on her back to the hollowmen hole. I’m gone.
he knows his alphabet and counts to forty
socially inept a heart that’s free of guiles
his mind confused he sits aloof in his own world
outsiders attach their numerous labels
it’s still a mystery what goes on in that subconscious
there’s a level of corrosion in his young brain
I seldom get to break the seal
and relish in precious moments of lucidity
though far and few between
he’ll contort his body when cuddled
that my touch is not welcomed
it hurts so I want to cry
but sometimes the sun
the moon the stars align
and I see a spark light up his eyes
there’s no happier surprise
that’s when I see God’s signature
on this exquisite work of art
AP: 2nd place 2020