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Fashion and shape
Tale or story;
Let lines live well
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Words on a page
Ink in e-world;
Tell in a yarn
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Go beyond fact
Align sure act;
Words echo tact
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Look for that twist
In simple gist;
Thought now enlists
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Be beyond blame
Niche nurtures name;
Spell sensuous same
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Time travels true
Calmly choose cue;
Yield yonder you
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Watch words wander
Play primes paper;
Words weave wonder
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See sober skies
Hurl heavy heart;
Crash of raindrops
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Record plain talk
Mind what heart feels;
Take time for thought
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Silence and stillness
Quiet times speak;
Voice beyond words
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Leon Enriquez
17 September 2015
Singapore
To see him - just to see him -the impetus of my desire.
To gaze upon the long gold silken locks
that adorn his pefectly shaped head!
Transfixed, I watch his elegantly slender body
moving lusciously on his dance floor,
his arm around the waspy waist of his current woman.
With vicarious pleasure, I see myself as her,
imagining the feel of his hands along my hips
as we sway to the music’s sensuous rhythm.
Oh, to be so close as to breathe the scent of his cologne,
and as the music slows . . .to savor that moment
as he presses his cheek next to mine.
How I would exult in being that woman he is holding In his arms.
He sees me, but he looks right through me,
for I am but the lowly employee of a catering company.
The chasm between me and him is as large as an ocean.
I imagine he sees me as a lowly gull
hovering on the horizon of his vision
amidst the other lowly seagulls who like me,
go back to their small houses
feeling like scavengers after their night of service,
taking with them the leftover food he gives away to us.
I leave the opulence of his mansion, returning to my studio apartment,
knowing my revelry remains a mockery.
*Forgetting the line limit, I had removed a few lines, one containing the word "opulence" so now the word has been placed back into the poem.
Aug. 31, 2018 for John Hamilton's Eight Word Challenge-8 Poetry Contest
Words that were to be used: 1. Silken 2. Chasm 3. Exult 4. Adorn 5. Impetus 6. Mockery 7. Opulence 8. Vicarious
They carry me in naked
upon their shoulders
and toss me boisterously
on our flower-bedecked nuptial bed.
There is a sweet, musky aroma,
mixed with an intense fragrance
pervading our honeymoon suite.
I look around the room
Illuminated by the sensuous glow
of a myriad candles.
She lies there under
a flower-festooned canopy
covered from head to toe
with rose petals.
Lying softly beside her,
I gently pick a petal
from her each eye--
She opens her eyes and
looks at me alluringly;
With a trembling hand
I pick another petal
from upon her lips--
She gives me a sly smile;
Softly I blow away
the quivering petals
from her ample bosom.
Further down I hastily
pluck another petal,
I swoon enraptured…
She's wearing nothing
but a rose petal dress.
~Romantic poem contest by Poet Destroyer A
Work wealth worthwhile
Spread sensuous smiles
Thrill tender times
Ride richer rhymes
Pick piquant poise
Charm cheery choice
Live laughter loud
Purge posture proud
Quick quirky quest
Belief blooms best
Mosaic meets mood
Glimpse growing good
Prized play primes
Treasure true times
Dream dazzles day
Pretty proof pays
Sense slumber's sighs
Heap hurling highs
Love lingers looks
Bright beauty books
Wear wholesome wealth
Happy hurls health
Mind motive mood
Feel feisty food
Joy juggles jug
Health heeds hope's hug
Mindset moots more
Primal play pores
Verse vibrant voice
Ply pleasant poise
Leon Enriquez
02 February 2015
Singapore
Evoking sullen quests of a lonesome mind
She stepped outside under the starry skies
Only to find, one more time, no one replied
It was a vibrant sky celebrating moonlight
Wanting no part of her gloomy trespass
Jolting her entrance in thunderous clouds
Being self absorbed within grim thoughts
She rewrote the vows engraved in hearts
Ignoring sensuous past that longingly recalls
Refusing feelings that once she cherished
Courting indignation of a senseless voice
Asserting obliquely, she made her choice
Unwilling to acknowledge her cries forlorn
Silence she heard was the galactic response
Rejecting her plea to renegotiate what was
May 10, 2019
HM: Strand select M contest by Brian Strand
Unread and scattered letters of a chilly and lonely Fall,
as if a sudden whirlwind had come in and gone mad,
ravaging everything...but leaving my roses in a pink vase intact:
a waned memory of a lover with eyes incredibly beautiful!
The usual and friendly bluebird felt my boredom,
and started to make up cheerful notes to uplift me;
I smiled, as a tearful child missing his lovable mom,
and thanked him for his spontaneous sympathy!
Snow will come to cover the lush meadow,
where two sensuous lovers celebrated their love;
and each sequence would bring serendipity...
to make us taste an aromatic place of serenity!
Desire will arouse me: when spring will be vibrant again,
and my violin's strings need to come alive with a new melody,
to surprise the larks that await in the fluttering pine tree...
observing the rosebushes already dressed in shimmering green!
My roses in a pink vase still daze in the cold light,
and I keep them alive with this warm breath on a December' night...
not letting my hope escape from me and be lost in eternity;
will certainty dawdle in a gelid aurora emerging from the luminescent sea?
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We once danced like the glowing Lampyridae
Bathing in the molten heat of a new fire
While walking hand in hand
Down loves panoramic highways
Flames of belonging and such sensuous fire
Lit and consumed our aura's
But when the winter of our love season arrived
With the familiar sound of jingle bells
Announcing our Oak wedding anniversary
On that particular sunrise
On December the fifth
That mesmerising spell broke like the mythical Sword of Elendil
And my world
Shattered
So blue is my new season watching the midnight Lampyridae dance
Alone
In the silvery moonlight
Like a young Gene Kelly and Rita Hayworth
As we once did
While my life slowly drifts
South
After I lost you
My world and the only thing that once mattered
Wandering lost in my mind's so many labyrinths filled with our hieroglyphs
As I stand alone on
Death's high cliff
When I remember that first time we met
On that beautiful night
When our souls were ordained by God's light
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(Lampyridae: Firefly)
A HOT NIGHT
Last Friday our temperature rose
To 39 degrees,
I could not sleep,
My husband likes aircon,
I like fans,
At this stage neither of us,
Had any plans,
Began to count sheep,
Off came my nightie,
The throw-over dropped on
The wooden floor,
Our back stable door
Open, no security problem here,
We have nothing to fear!
But mosquitoes galore,
Sprayed peaceful sleep around
The room,
However benign, still has a
Strange fume,
Windows open throughout
The house,
This estate is so quiet, we
Would hear a mouse!
Got up to get more iced water,
No dressing gown
Just my panties,
This place is in the country
Out of town,
Went back to bed,
Picked up a book,
Read a while
Switched off the side lamp and
Then tried to sleep,
By now wide awake,
Even counting sheep,
No longer helped,
Hey Sweetheart, I said
To Hubby, feel like
A cold shower,
Mmmmm says he,
Didn’t even look
At the hour!
Dropped my scanty
Pantie off,
Climbed in and soaked,
And played and played
And played, went back to
Bed, cuddled and both
Slept like a log,
Even the dog,
Crept out of the room,
Just Hubby and I all alone,
Was no work the next day,
It was Saturday,
Slept in and played some more,
John Lennon and Yoko Omo
Had nothing on us,
Glad we moved here,
Feels ever more sensuous
Than before,
Was served breakfast
In bed,
Bacon and eggs, fresh farm
Butter, and home-made bread!
Every Rose Has Its Thorn
They hide
within the beauty of the roses.
Protecting the delicate petals
from those drawn
to the sensuous scent,
the crimson allure.
They hide
amid the protectors.
Discouraging all advances,
thwarting predatory approach,
singing in the safety
of the hide.
They hide
a beauty draped in darkness.
Shield a fear
with pointed barb,
rebuff advance,
with sharpened wit -
Defend a secret.
They hide
and in their hiding – lie.
Blow soft petaled
scented kisses – hints
of gifts they must deny
They hide
within the beauty and are torn
Between the scarlet of the Rose
and the rust red tips
of beauty’s thorn.
Intrinsic intuition
tunneled through time,
drives incessant
central cognitive impulses,
surges sensuous waves
of enlightenment
enlivening,
through vacuity
of perception
amorphous.
Rhythm of time
resonates relentless
in inner space
infinite,
frequency in harmony
with the intonation
of eternity,
transition designed
unequivocally
from one articulation
to another,
modulated innately
by motivating stimulus
of the illumined soul.
Undiscerned life force
abhors vacuum
pervasive,
propels persistently
existential essence
through sense-saturated
emptiness of equanimity
enigmatic,
to the cosmic cauldron
divine.