Long Relish Poems

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Rainy Blissful Sunday With Yourself, Friend Or Lover

#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#


Premium Member All Women Over Forty Are Dried Up

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.

Premium Member My Winter Wishes

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
© Ann Peck  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member A Valentie Wedding

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Obsessive

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
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member In Search of That Name

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


PS....Welcome to the world of technology, Soupers! ;) Our poetry must reflect our changing times. Computers, text messaging, posts...etc. Also....Read my Sonnet XX to know what I think about guess work! ;) Let the poet write in peace....enjoy the thoughts....and let mystery reign supreme! :) I'm sure you all look for names of poets whose work you relish, so you can relate.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Marigold

“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.
Form: Rhyme

Mariaka, Love and Betrayal

~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
Form: Narrative

Forever Never

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.

Premium Member Divine Spark

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

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