Long Romance Poems
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Dedicated to Guy Loranger, wherever he may be
A love not meant to be is kept alive
by one who still recalls one magic night:
when, a budding rose, she began to thrive,
for a boy just nineteen had put his sight
on her, and Cinderella she became.
He ravished her with his enticing gaze.
Then long sweet kisses lit her soul aflame!
Theirs was a night she’d remember always,
but much too soon, her beautiful new prince
returned to French Quebec, and they lost touch
with one another; she’s not seen him since,
yet no one else had made her feel so much!
The phone calls stopped, and she went far away
to college and was wed. Four years had passed.
One day he called. Whatever could she say
when life for her had been transformed so fast?
He’d looked her up; but it was bittersweet
because she held her firstborn on her knee.
Romance she writes of now cannot compete
with how she felt back then. That girl was me.
You lay me down beside a bubbling stream
As Spring enchants us in a lover's dream
You hold me as I watch the bubbles dance
The cadence of a song filled with romance
From face you tease away a raven tress
With longing eyes, my body you undress
Your lips touch mine in meeting graced with bliss
I'm lost to all around me, save your kiss
You water me with love, your flower fair
To see me bloom, my petals soft you bare
With gentle touch you go where none has gone
Then taste the honeyed dew your love has won
Like bubbles of the stream, I burst in glee
The blush of love in bloom you wake in me
Eileen Manassian
A tightness bond never tu be
broken we dare tu hold pon a love
so tender n' tru... Manny chary
wishes grant us fortune n' fem,
Of gold. For our thoughts n' love
Will fluh across di calm sea,
even a million miles away, we
Will embrass pon shore, as whe've
managed tu wrapp around these
unlaced hearts of mountain
breeze, where we caan climb hi
tu di fullest beyond di skies: as
one, as we sore Even tighter,
kissing di clouds filled with love
drops, as Our lovely down
pour, waters miles of misery,
Bringing a neu da, a neu wey, that
uplifts du modun man & woman
Through di sek of their DREMES,
weh faeva b in love....
Written by: sweet n' sour= Carma &
Richard Palmer
07-14-12
Her perfume on the note that said goodbye,
Reminds me every day, i want her more.
With sorrow when she left, i questioned why
That girl who broke my heart, i still adore.
What's left for me, without her by my side
Deep melancholy's moods, blighted my life
Of unrequited love, and dented pride.
Then anger changed my mental state to strife.
Seeking revenge, when i found out she lied.
My true love was unfaithful, and with child.
What could there be to make me satisfied.
I was betrayed, besotted, and beguiled.
So now, pretending that, i do not care
I act the part that's oh! so debonnaire.
True love once lost is harder to regain.
Escorting ladies out to dine and dance.
One glance into my eyes, they saw my pain
I was insane for seeking out romance.
This girl i would have married haunts my mind.
I wrote to her, and begged for us to meet ,
She answered yes, then asked if i would find
A small cafe where we could be discreet.
Her anxious smile showed feelings of regret
She held my hand, and said she would explain
This was not easy for me to forget
We talked awhile and pledged to meet again.
One day by chance i met her with her son
Since then romantic letters have begun.
10/ 14/2016.
So many times I thought of you,
Only to feel like such a fool –
Who was I to be thinking of you,
When I had nothing to offer,
No dream that was promising,
No hope that was viable,
No love that was conceivable.
So many times I thought of you,
Your kindness, your smile
The way we talked for a while.
But, even then, I surely knew
I couldn’t hope to understand
All the reasons, all the plans
How many things were holding me back
From taking your hand – I won’t pretend,
It was a hard place for me to comprehend.
So many times I thought of you
But it would be years
Before the feelings were secure,
Before the music wasn’t blue,
Before the story was more than true,
The story was almost new –
The story of me and you!
The happily ever after...
He searched the kingdom for a fortnight 'til all saddle sore and weary,
With his eyes bloodshot and bleary,
The prince arrived at the last door.
He found two sisters, far too ugly, and an even uglier mother,
And asked himself why even bother,
This whole darn quest's become a bore.
Then from the kitchen came the vision he had searched so far and wide for.
He asked stepmother what she'd lied for
To say the three of them were all.
A flash, a crash, there was the gown, and then he saw her bare right flipper,
And on the left, a crystal slipper…
The girl he'd danced with at the ball.
The stepmother feigned regret that they had sadly so misjudged her,
T'was for her good that they'd begrudged her,
But to a prince one shouldn't lie.
On her wedding day the trio met the fate they should have dreaded,
They were arrested and beheaded,
And Cindy never blinked an eye.
The wedding feast and celebration were the grandest in the nation,
The king and queen felt jubilation,
Their son was "normal", after all.
They could retire and the crown would be passed down to their descendants,
Their kid, grandkids, and co-dependents,
They were so glad they'd had that ball.
But on their wedding night the prince confirmed his sexual confusion,
And forced them both to the conclusion,
Theirs was no fairy tale romance.
But still they made the marriage work, although they had no little nippers,
Sometimes he wore her gown and slippers,
And Cinderella wore the pants.
So, in conclusion, Cinderella got her semi-happy ending,
In spite of all the rules I'm bending
To tell her tale and make it new.
It wasn't meant to be so grand,
But what my muse commands, I do,
And now in bidding fond adieu,
My hat is off to those of you
Who stuck it out and read it through.
The End
"The 50 Move Rule"
Thomas Crown
rolled his smile
around her frown
Romance blew a warm breath
over her pristine cowrie shell
Voodoo Mojo Bag
There,
just there,
an Ocean made a Blue move
In the Red
Life
Black Black White
White White Black
Read,
A story to tell
White White Black
Black Black White
The 50 Move Rule
Thomas Crown
rolled his smile
around her frown
Love
has no strategy
Chemistry, richter scale rated
The mind being not vacant
Each piece moved in the puzzle
towards Walter Mitty
Calamity Jane
rides like Godova
into the Windy City
Unannounced
Packing pieces
of a puzzle
Thomas Crown
rolls his smile
around her frown
White White Black
Black Black White
Romance
with sharp teeth
bites ...
The 50 Move Rule
Checkmates
Pieces on a playing board
Life
Alligned?
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“I Like It “/ Moby (Octave Edit)
https://youtu.be/q520gk_rmDE
"Butterfly" / Lloyd Cole
https://youtu.be/vf9odSxCyio
"I Like It" / Moby (Original, Slow Version)
https://youtu.be/TdXLNHWmurM
“Are you following me?" she asks, but doesn't meet my gaze.
"Yeah," I say.
"Why?"
I give her the only honest and true answer I have.
"You're where I want to be.”
("Leaving Paradise")
"I grabbed my book and opened it up.
I wanted to smell it.
Heck, I wanted to kiss it.
Yes, kiss it.
That's right, I am a book kisser.
Maybe that's kind of perverted or maybe it's just romantic and highly intelligent.”
“Love, like everything else in life, should be a discovery, an adventure, and like most adventures, you don’t know you’re having one until you’re right in the middle of it.”
(Brushstrokes of a Gadfly)
The 50 Move Rule
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fifty-move_rule
The world often wonders—how can two different personalities match up?
Wouldn't their differences create a barrier & let their happy lives shatter?
Well, it's the nature of our universe,
Where contrasts always attract,
Connecting two souls together—it's a cosmic truth, undeniable and exact.
Sadly, like ones always repel,
Drifting apart, and at one point, they start to rebel.
To be honest, that does make sense.
We experience both grief and happiness,
Yet together, they complete the beauty of life.
She loves summer & I admire winters,
Which lets us explore the world through changing seasons and skies.
She's hot, and I'm chill—
Just like the Sun and Moon, uplifting each other's beauty in the sky,
A perfect blend of romance & thrill.
With time, opposites start to feel complementary.
Things that once seemed like antonyms now feel like synonyms,
And that’s the ethereal glow of life & time.
Show a little finesse, place a bet.
You’re just in time for the game, get some skin, the fix is in.
What’s more American than cashing in?
The real winners do, and now that could be you.
With suckers out there waiting, scamming is as easy as creating
an NFT, bitcoin, an online bet or a romance baiting.
You’ll be a witness, as the wise guys step in, for the NFL it’s a win-win
You get the excitement you need and the real playas get the proceeds.
Come on, Mr slick ricky, you know you’ve got to be bold to win gold
winners double-down, they never fold—the thrill never gets old.
The winners will add your measly bucks to their pot.
Let's admit, all you’ve got, isn’t a lot - it wouldn’t, say, fuel a yacht.
So, step up, place your bets, you’re in the digital front row all the time,
don’t be lame, be part of the game, it’s greasy, sleazy, organized crime.
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A song for this:
Vicious Games by Yello
The Game of Love (feat. Michelle Branch) [Main/Radio Mix] by Santana
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I LOVE NFL football, but now every commercial is for some sports book like “Draft Kings.”
How can the NFL, increasingly in league with gambling books, not end mobbed-up and fixed?
It’s ruining NFL football - the illusion that it’s a real sporting competition.
Once they start calling the NFL “entertainment” and not sports - it’s over.
The game I grew up loving will be like pro wrestling.
He came to me with skin like ivory,
although his eyes and hair were dark as night.
He came with one year past his eighteenth year.
I, with one year shy of my adulthood,
was a woman-child with expectations
brimming of romance!
He was my Adonis and I, his virgin Madonna love.
Deep gazes and nibbles on the neck and ear lobes
comprised our innocent foreplay.
The main event of our romantic love
was everything
(yet nothing more than long sweet silken kisses).
Romantic love was chaste,
unsullied by a future for us that never came.
Probably he’d had experience.
I’d never thought to ask,
but he instinctively knew better
than to ask more of me
than in that momet
I was prepared to give.
Nearly half a century since then has passed me by.
I do not know where my Adonis is,
yet here I am now writing poems
about that special night.
Other romances came and went.
Then matrimony bound me to a long-time fidelity.
However, the young Madonna that I was
one beautiful warm September night
appears from time to time inside my poetry
as I reinvent myself as Cinderella
because a chaste romance dwells eternally
in long smooth sweet silken kisses
where ivory perpetual romance prevails.
10/11/18 Inspired by a previous contest I did not get to in time
For Laura Loo's Any New Free Verse Poem Poetry Contest