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Syllables seduce, syntax entices,
Vocabulary's siren call is so enticing.
Letters Dance, a lexical romance,
I'm caught in language's passionate trance.
The first date with an "ineffable," spark ignites,
"Petrichor" whispers the secrets of rainy nights.
Each new word, a stolen kiss,
Expanding mind, pure linguistic bliss.
Wielding verbs like weapons, adjectives like caress,
Phrases flow like rivers, I must confess:
Power surges through my veins when I speak,
Eloquence is my armour; in expression, I'm unique.
Diving deep in dictionary seas,
Etymology unravels mysteries.
Connotations subtle, meanings layered,
In nuance, my love affair is savoured.
Committed to this path, forever I'll roam,
Through forests of footnotes, tomes are my home.
Always learning, growing, striving to be
A master of this art called Verbology.
But this passion's not meant for me alone,
I'll plant these seeds wherever I've flown.
Inspire the masses to embrace this love,
Watch language flourish, below and above.
My legacy is etched in ink and sound,
In hearts and minds, these words resound.
For in this love affair with expression and lore,
I've found my purpose, now and evermore.
London,
I can taste the cherries
rich red ripe
aching
for a predictive bite
savoured with much more than spice
warm mouths connect
and erect
in communion
in faith
consuming the richness of fate
but alas
It is too far off
my patience reclines
supine
my breath wafts through the air
enplaned upon your scent
chained to your walls
forbade to move at all
but I must
musk mystifies the wild
the deep
the prowl
the forest lay dark
but I shine light on the macabre
sacrosanct as it shall be
I am the power to be
an elixir in the entails of lust
held cross'd the chalice
where your waters are my wine
I drunk
and you the alter of attention
I can taste the cherries
in your Puritan pulse
pulling
I wander about
the mountains, the glory
my chains become yours
the locks not really locks
keys forged in trust
the fires rage and rage
water droplets seduce your chest
I stand in awe
undressed
Flesh was falling from the bone,
clumps of flyblown steak,
rippling the glass surface below
its reflection fragmented in the lake
bloods oily residue hanging in long tendrils,
leaving a stringy mucus in its wake,
coagulated, and black, it stained the decayed clothes
of the phantom, as it moved across the lake.
Campers unbeknownst, they tarried by the fire,
laughing and enjoying their night,
the firelight a homing beacon for the spectre
moving towards the light
as nature calls one left the circle
and entered into the woods
the wraith shifting its focus
deviating - an end; all likelihood
it found its target and extended its fingers
inserting them at the base of the neck
blood curdling screams were released
as the pain disseminated - oh heck!
it lifted the man off his feet by his skull
and flicked it with an echoing snap
and tore the man apart
from his shoulders to his lap
The revellers around the fire
did question the ear shattering cry
and stood to call out to their friend
who was "supposedly" nearby
Not a sound was uttered,
no response came to their ear
as the spectre was engorging on
the flesh, its lips a red smear.
Tearing the meat from the bones,
and sucking them clean
the discarded pile of the friend rising
as it drinks the man's spleen
The eye balls, the brain,
the sweet breads came last
like a delicate treat, he savoured these
tasting the lymphoblast
and licking his fingers
he sighed in delight -
for the entree was satisfying -
but dinner was by the fire light.
A poem must not be rushed, but savoured.
Each ebb and flow the flavour of a fine meal, not fast food on the go,
not bogof deal chucked in the trolley, grabbed quickly from the row.
If we are God’s poem, his finest workmanship, crafted, awesome,not a single slip, intended to display the image of creator, the apple of his eye, the wisdom of our maker.
Then why oh why do we rush, with so much worry between each shortened breath, with never ending hurry to our lives, which soon enough will lose all grasp of what we hope to gain?
Rest, commune, enjoy His gracious gift, time will not last, and at last He’s coming soon.
20 Dec 2018 6:06 Pm
You entered the room and slid off your sandles
I struck a match and lit two candles
You opened the wine and poured into glass
I lit the fireplace and turned up the gas
You gave the victrolla a couple of winds
I took you in my arms and we whirled in time
You looked into my eyes and saw my soul
I looked into your eyes and was made whole
The war raged on just a few miles away
While to the music the two of us swayed
We savoured the moment and lived that one night
Our hearts joined together and then took flight
No worry for what tomorrow would bring
Just letting our souls in harmony sing
Love poured forth from so deep within
We both new that we would not meet again
We woke with the dawning and left to meet our fate
You to the field hospital and I to the pearly gates
War is hell and parting such sorrow
But we had that moment to last beyond all tomorrows
He was the leading dancer till morning came
with a willing partner, ne’er the same,
savoured the rhythmic delight
that flowed through the night
while they danced
till
break of dawn
to raw vibrations
urgency of sensations
as lost in passion she called his name.
He was the leading dancer till morning came.
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Contest: Any Poem #32 (mar 2015)
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placed 3rd
A soft whisper in the rustling of leaves seems like a breath of sigh.
Accustomed to the loneliness of the past, bereft of company, you waited.
As streams of light filter through the loving greens, making way for the moon---
I gather delight in the dunes of time, when your motherly touch was all that I sensed.
I savoured the magic your hands wove, the delicacies, the fashion, asking for more.
You listened with patience all that I said, yet failed to hold it when I had to spare
some time when you were ill, and your body begged my touch in all its might.
I pick up the petals of wounded time, imploring Providence to once more bring
Back a call unheard, a request refused, an outburst ignored, a demand denied.
Before I die, let me whisper in the anticipation of a meeting; ‘Mother, please forgive me’.
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years and years have gone by…
all the tiny fragments of life blended in coherence
when I met my first love again in the lustre of twilight sunset,
beside the ancient dock with grey planks,
my heart fluttering, probably his too.
The champagne rays of sun surrounding our existence,
glimmering with a gorgeous glow,
We remembered what we lost!
As if this is our first, and last - no tomorrow!
I remembered picking of the sprawled jasmine flower-buds at dawn,
with pearls of dew still glinting on them,
remembered the necklaces made,
priceless than of glistening diamonds.
remembered getting drenched with occasional drizzle of rain -
like waves of music caressing our hearts,
when we savoured the ambrosial togetherness.
We remembered the long walks holding hands,
yearning spreading the electrifying hues of our dream,
As if we would never let each other go!
After years and years,
our eyes meet in the shimmering light of dusk,
I see our hearts glow in the twilight hours,
drowned in the same enthralling light,
encompassed by the same engulfing trance,
And once again our fluttering hearts melt
in the cascade of love!
SHADOW STREAMING
irresistible
silhouettes
unswayed
&elusive
spaciously
bright
&shiny
seclusion
flourishes
is
savoured
cultivated
calendered
yet
always
moving
in
straddled
spangels
with
illustrious
outline
endless
shifting
beyond
bearing
shaken
wistful
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
She lay serenely on the cold slab
Elegantly dressed in white,
A secret smile embossed upon her lips
That even death could ne'er erase.
I looked at her for quite some time.
My memories dwelt for a time long
Of by-gone days when we were young,
Days fully lived and justly savoured,
Days of exciting, enticing emotions,
Revisited and recaptured mostly in my past.
Alas, she's gone forever now,
The finite sands of time ran out,
As spring and summer always do.
Life was spilled now and hope died,
Still no dreary dirge for me,
But rather squander time in living dreams
So I often indulge in my autumn days,
You will always be on my mind.