Long Rhythmic Poems
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I write this to you,
the child in me that hasn’t grown up yet.
You may remember,
the yonder blue hills from the hazy horizon
cascaded gently down the emerald gradient
of the rhythmic undulations of alluring landscape,
that carved the contours of the charming hamlet
where your endearing home was once cradled,
nurturing you in the bounty of beguiling nature.
The pristine panorama of clouds sliding silently
upon the curvature of canvas of the cerulean sky
where your unbound joy soared to great heights
with the colorful kites you loved so much to fly.
A gleaming stream gliding with glistening liquid pearls,
flowed with the flamboyant facade of silvery splendor,
bedecked your sprawling house with an ornate garland,
made of embracing loop of the mesmerizing meander.
On its rippling water you sailed rainbow-tinged paper boats
that glided wobbling on the current’s tortuous trail.
On these you perceived to a distant dreamland unknown
your mariner mind with teenage fantasy used to sail.
The boats have disappeared with the ebb of the lost time,
in lonely hours the childhood moments I live with naivety.
These are the few flashes of memory
that illumine my nostalgic mind with love for you.
When daylight gently dims, and twilight softly sighs,
A ballet begins above, in the vast, transitioning skies.
Vivid hues of pink and orange, caress the heavenly blue,
Dancing in a spectral splendor, a breathtaking, ethereal view.
Beneath the unfolding canvas, where the fading light does play,
The world pauses for a moment, in the lingering, tranquil bay.
Trees cast shadows, long and whispering, upon the cooling earth,
As creatures of the night awaken, and venture into their rebirth.
Clouds, like painted strokes, drift in the serene,
Absorbing sunlight’s final kiss, a spectacle rarely seen.
A gentle breeze whispers secrets, to the blossoms, shy and sweet,
As stars begin their twinkle, in a cosmic heartbeat.
The moon, a silent guardian, ascends with a gentle glow,
Illuminating the darkening world, with a soft, enchanting show.
Crickets play their nightly symphony, a melodic, rhythmic sound,
Entwining with the tranquil air, where peace is tightly bound.
In the ballet of the evening, where light and dark entwine,
There’s a soothing, gentle magic, indefinably divine.
A space where thoughts meander, through the spaces, in between,
The certainties of daylight, and nighttime’s gentle dream.
As we bask in the silent serenity, of twilight’s tender song,
Let’s hold onto the quietude, in a world where we belong.
In the canvas of the evening, with its colors, bold and shy,
We find a timeless beauty, in the ballet of the sky.
Two parakeets, perched on a tree,
Their vibrant feathers dance free.
With beaks chirping, they seem to be
Engrossed in a conversation, just as you foresee
Intrigued, I pause and retry
to decipher their words in the sky.
Their melodious chatter is a symphony,
Whispered secrets of nature's decree.
On those branches, they sit so close.
Their bond is such a blossoming rose.
Their feathers shimmer with a colorful glow.
As they share stories only they know.
I wonder, what topics do they discuss?
Do they talk of love or planets they've crossed?
Perhaps they share tales of faraway lands.
Or debate the mysteries of life's demands.
Maybe they ponder the meaning of dreams.
Or discuss the moon and its silvery beams.
They could be planning their next grand flight.
Or discussing the stars that shine so bright.
They could be talking of the changing seasons,
Or sharing wisdom beyond human reasons.
Their words are a secret, known only to them.
A language of friendship is an exclusive gem.
As I listen, their voices intertwine.
Creating a melody that's truly divine
Their vibrant vitality fills the air.
A harmony only they can share.
Their conversation, a dance of words,
A symphony that's never been heard.
They perch on the tree, edge by side.
Their bond is impossible to hide.
Their vibrant feathers are a sight to behold.
A kaleidoscope of colors, stories untold
I watch, mesmerized by their graceful display.
Enchanted by the words they convey.
Their chattering beaks, a rhythmic beat,
Such a poetic song, so sweet.
1st place contest winner
Poetry was her best lover
like no other
he loved her
without restraint
She could be herself
and explore
discovering
secret pleasures and fantasies
Naked above the covers
he let her lie exposed
as he slowly caressed her imagination
making her flow
with the sweet essence of her soul
in waves of creative delirium
Flying free~~~
he let her be
unfettered
unashamed
unworried of how to please
or how to tease
just simply to be
a woman in a prelude
to ecstasy
Poetry was her best lover
her escape from reality
in clandestine intimacy
he ravished her mind
again and again
for all he wanted
was for her
to experience
to taste
every pleasure
he had to offer
Her insatiable appetite
he fed
with firm truths
that burst forth with wisdom
He fed her desire
to reach supremacy
He never betrayed
or delayed
in pleasing her
in giving her just what she wanted
in different ways and forms
his creativity endless
Poetry was her best lover
the only time in her day
when she had her way
and could be free
to be the woman she was meant to be:
Sensual and sultry, sexy and savory
not having to hide
behind the guise
the veil of culture
or religion
or misconstrued sexism
or alibis
being demure
“sterile”
when she was fertile
laden with passion
waiting to be filled
with word seeds of ingenuity
Poetry was her best lover
he adored her as she was
and he gave and gave
at times
leading her in submission to his will
taming her
training her
to live in the confines
of his rules...
For perfection to be reached
she had to follow his lead
to the pinnacle of pleasure
where all was in rhythmic union and rhyme
in the sublime
she was oblivious to time
Ah....sweet release~~~
In the after glow
he wouldn't let her go
but held her safe and secure
basking in the satisfaction
of a fruitful union
serene in the knowledge
that beauty has been conceived
waiting for delivery
Yes, Poetry was her best lover
and she came looking for him
begging him to take her
again and again and again
to transport her to heaven from hell
to compel her to see
what life was meant to be
Poetry was her best lover
and she had no need of another
to help her discover
her own entity….
None other
than her best lover
Poetry....
Eileen Manassian
There’s nothing more peaceful
Than a sleeping child
With soft rhythmic breaths
So gentle and mild.
Are mummy and daddy
In your dreams during sleep
Or are teddy and doggy
The thoughts that you keep?
Rest well my love
You’ve had a big day
Not a care in the world
Just some games to play.
Out in the garden
Making mud pies
Taking in everything
Through those beautiful eyes.
In the blink of an eye
The babe has grown
The bird grows it’s feathers
From the nest it has flown.
To a world of love and loss
The highs of human connection
But a coin has two sides -
The lows of utter rejection.
But for now rest well
In your cloud soft bed
Embracing the dreams
That dance in your head.
For there’s nothing more peaceful
Than a sleeping child
With soft rhythmic breaths
So gentle and mild.
Sat upon the mountain, high above the world below,
The stars in the sky twinkled with a burning glow.
Heart ached with loneliness in the silence of the night,
In darkness deep and void of light,sought the spark that reignites the fight.
The ocean, the shore, feels the waves crash against his feet,
His heart begins to race, a feeling hard to beat.
The moon, like a lantern, guides through the dark depths of his soul.
Soaring above the clouds, and reaching for the stars with the wings unfold.
The wind ceases its whispering, allowing to hear the echoes of the past,
Recognizes the melody of life, intertwined with the harmony of love that lasts.
With renewed purpose and clarity gained, he left the ocean behind,
Continues his journey along with the life that he signed.
Felt the rhythmic swaying of the ship and the sound of waves crashing,
Yearns to once again feel the wind in his hair and the salt on his lips.
Inhaled a deep breath of salty air,savouring the moment before exhaling,
With all the hate he bears and the love that is undying.
Everlasting love
Beauty and passion knew no bounds,
There were vibrant colours all around,
Youth and humour had unique charm,
Nothing seemed to cause any harm,
Two hearts exchanged their rhythmic beats,
In each corner and every street !
Loneliness today makes me ponder,
Wet eyes proving the surrender,
Tough challenges in my life,
Little joys too much strife,
Till fortune brought you close!
Minds got tuned well,
Telepathy in each cell,
Beats to beats echoed,
Time to us bowed !
I must confess,
Love didn't regress,
Despite our parting !
Treasure trove,
Everlasting love!
Eternal !
Written on October 14th, 2014
For contest 'The i don't know poetry form contest' by Andrea Dietrich
Awarded 6th place
What movement, what visual rhyme and grace ...
I have watched the old willow on my grand-father's farm
Sway in a summer breeze, sweeping the grasses with a soft movement
As sublime as the bow of a master cellist ...
I have rested in a hammock in the afternoon breath of the Caribbean,
Scents carried from the African plains to mix with sugar cane and brine,
Rocking me gently off to slumber in a flawless to-and-fro ...
I have been mesmerized by the perfect sweep of the pendulum
On my parents' grandfather's clock, the rhythmic back-and-forth of a child
On a swing, the tick-tock of a music metronome ...
The sweet up-and-down of a rolling ocean tide, the swooping flight of a
Pileated Woodpecker, the slow-falling drift of a winter snowflake, and the
Proud waving of my country's distinctive flag in the wind ...
But never in my many years on this Earth, have I beheld anything that
Compares with the flawless, hypnotizing, provocative, heat-generating,
Rhythmic dynamism and undulation ... of your voluptuous hips.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Swagger" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
wanna lay down with you
go to the island again and again
become lost in the atlantic breeze of stillness and delight
enjoy the fact that someone genuinely enjoys the pleasure of my company
allow care to sleep soundly
focus of the self instead
let the warmth of your soft flash stimulate me to brass section thoughts
admire the view and let it be my everlasting calgon
ideas do gymnastics in my head
plans to make it happen cut flips and and all the rest of the fancy jazz
appreciation, thanks and praise replace rhythmic stroking
something deeper at every angle of the island
puts us to sleep and wakes us up fully refreshed and refueled
In the flushing garden path
we walked entranced,
the scarlet sun with the spectrum of dawn
held us within the sequins of sparkling sky.
You saw my heart contoured
in the crimson curves of cloud,
but not for very long,
for the rainstorm melted the sky,
I disappeared beyond the rainbow arch.
Over the waves of the desert dunes,
we trudged with rhythmic exuberance,
until I melted away like mirage.
You reached the verdant oasis,
sprawling with the pulse of my olive heart,
swept away by the desert storm
of yearning lost in opaque oblivion.
On the silver sands of the satin beach
we traced the entwined fervent footprints.
The rolling waves adorned
the pearly lattice on your lissom feet.
As the tide of time erased my trail,
you now walk with poignant impulse
through the miasma of cascading moonbeam
that has dissolved my nocturnal essence.
The dazzling dawn of desire veneers
your heart’s horizon with halcyon hues,
spreads the sunburst tinges
of my timeless longing for you,
you remember blushed aglow
your emotive epitome long time ago,
painted the panorama of golden garden
in your heart’s canvas,
blooming with the luster of lost love.
Wandering listless in the wasteland
of the waned memory of belonging,
your tear drops roll on the garden path,
wrapped with bronze leaves of the fall.
Their rustle echoes your songs for me,
long lost beyond the still shore of silence.
When in the seraphic spring
you’re embraced by euphoria,
you will never know
how much I miss your world
where I do not exist.