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Beside the bar I nursed my drink, depression was my food,
she entered like the World's first dawn and cut straight through my mood.
Her dress a silky vortex, skirt was flowing, bodice tight,
the flounce swayed with an ebb and flow like scarlet Northern lights.
Looks crafted to bewilder, eyes dishonest, smile was kind,
she knew that I was curious, and had somehow read my mind.
Cocktail cherry on her lips, a prop to tantalize,
I took the plunge, sat next to her and gazed into her eyes.
A deep breath, with my fingers crossed, I asked “Are you alone?”
Too late, I realised I'd stepped into her killing zone.
A brief appraisal, up and down, and then she laughed out loud,
which brought the curtain down on conversations in the crowd.
Head down, red faced, I turned and walked a dignified retreat,
to find a booth in shadow, where I meekly took a seat.
This dark art she must practise, as she'd pulled off quite a coup
to eviscerate my pride and ego, all in one fell swoop.
Fallacious my long held belief, now well and truly sunk
that I'm a real lady's man, but only when I'm drunk.
For contest 'eight word challenge', sponsor John Hamilton
28th June 2018
Come, dear forefront smile,
Snicker as I inherit the wind,
Watch my faith doodle for a while,
On your shifting sands of blatant sin.
Come, dear sidewinders of writ,
Let me with no choice, lies embrace,
Let beneficiaries taste false grit,
Our close hearts fooled by a social face.
Tantalize me with procrastination,
And hit me dead centre with living lies,
Let me watch power distance of no action,
And hypocrisy rise and truth murdered, dies.
Yet, the perfidy is predictable prophecy,
A reaping at mellow joy gets the purge,
All for that one discarded sagacity.
All for that fall into apathetic urge
An afterthought!
"Now is it not shameful to ask where power is?
When your feet are standing on it? "
Art of falling atop roses,
Bedroom scented with vanilla...
Come Sweetheart! That’s for later,
Dear! Romance me with terms of
Endearment, sudden
Fear of falling in love all over again.
Gaiety of candlelight...I’m your sprite,
“Hello, over here…,”
I wiggle my fingers coquettishly.
Just you wait for dessert..wink.
Keep your hazels on me,
Love. I don’t
Mind our modest
Nest,
Our quiet
Place. Re- -
Quest a dance, my love,
Really
Slow.
Take me now
Under the stars.
Vanish with me to
Wild places… e- -
Xotic beaches. Tantalize
Your sprite with
Zabaglione* and berries.
2/14/2020
Caren Krutsinger’s ABECEDARIAN Poetry Contest
*pronounced za-bull-yo-nee
CHANCE ENCOUNTER
Chorus
just a chance encounter, just a chance encounter, a chance encounter--
just a chance encounter;
Chose to you my darling, I'm one forever loving you;
Verse 1
One chance encounter;
Just a reminder, combine our views;
With you we, two;
All I remember was, that it was September, one late September;
I just want to have an encounter with you;
And you are my only as I remember the beginnings;
The beautiful choices you chosen me;
Verse 2
As I have chosen you;
All I remember;
Is that I'm coming unto you,
You're in view my darling mademoiselle;
A radiant vision of beauty so endearing, very pretty;
I made it my choice, my duty to see you only, only you;
To tantalize you as mind, whirling you're my one and only, you're mine;
I am so in love with you...
just a chance encounter, just a chance encounter, a chance encounter--
just a chance encounter;
Chose to you my darling, I'm one forever loving you;
Verse3
One chance encounter, One chance encounter;
Just a reminder love ,
My love for you is certified;
Oh! you are my darling yes I would proudly call you, My clementine, Oh!
What an unexpected experiences we'll face
Cause I'm so in love with you, as we partake of, the difficulties;
We embrace, then kiss;
Don't be embarrass to tell the whole world, that your mine, I'm yours;
When we meet by chance and greet not just romance;
All just fine, my darling love, I love you forever do, Your my heart and my soul;
My darling love me, remember this see I'll never let you go, you go
Chance Encounter
Arranged music by Kevin Kern
For Contest: FUN WITH LYRICS
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Each of us gets tempted
By the things we shouldn’t do.
Judgment gets pre-empted
As excuses we construe.
Dieters give in and claim
Just one bite wouldn’t hurt.
People in relationships think
It’s okay to flirt.
Sometimes we are lured into
Temptations so enticing
That we convince ourselves
We’re worthy of both cake and icing.
Spending what we can’t afford
Or volunteering time;
Starting up a mountain that
We know we cannot climb.
It’s easy to get sucked into
Temptation’s sticky web.
So many foolishly expect
To have desire ebb.
But always things will tantalize
And no one is exempted;
It’s our decision to be made
Each time that we are tempted.
Aren't grandchildren marvelous! Spoil them just rotten,
then give them back, but they are never forgotten.
My maternal instincts are rekindled and who
best to let them experience the joy I knew.
One of my preferred seasons is pumpkin season,
tis for Halloween if for no other reason
than to take them out to a pumpkin patch and glean
their own monster orange pumpkin for Halloween.
I had missed the sounds of laughter of my children,
but my grandchildren have filled the empty cauldron.
We brought the pumpkins home. For their very first time,
curious, they plunge in, eviscerate the slime;
doesn't seem all that tasty or appealing at first.
With some fallacious explanations they immersed
scooping out its seedy, nasty stringy insides.
They love to tantalize; well, I'm one who decides.
So many questions they asked to bewilder me.
A mass with scarlet paint an ugliness they see.
Candles flicker a whirling vortex of smoke at first;
just in time for the spooky night of October 31st.
6/21/2018
Surrounded by amazing bright world settings,
it didn’t take that long for me to realize aplenty,
in every single broad nuanced sense,
with no grey cap on rich imagining,
I couldn’t help at all but notice,
awareness at my very own doorstep,
bountiful harvest for crop dependant farmer,
all I had to do was listen and duly learn,
spray haze fountains impact senses everywhere,
abundant and profuse to say the least,
integrated into mindful ocean revelry,
rainbows in the sky might taunt, tease and tantalize,
but isn’t that imperative for genuine enlightenment,
endless stretch not confined to land based quarter,
modern human belt of pearl city highway,
that much maligned rush hour zeitgeist,
if only one is willing to absorb it,
dig deep below its speed bump,
wonder at those schedule driven lives,
fascinating episode behind the wheel,
just as pastures often strike what
lies within their tufted carpets,
dormant passage waiting to be scripted,
green meadow, winding lane and dirt dry slope,
signposts nudging intuition to a higher plateau,
graceful flier tweet on burgundy red leaf,
so the urban concrete marvel has this crucial role,
street vendor ardent patios toll free,
to a tangerine celestial horizon’s frail whisper,
supplier of the silken bon mot
You never leave me thirsty, at the edge of love
You tilt my head and feed me sweetness from above
You never leave me burning with needs unfulfilled
You give me all I crave until my body’s thrilled
You never leave me trembling, heart assailed by fear
You bring me blessed hope whenever you draw near
You never leave me doubting, if your love is true
The love you make to me is never stale but new
You never make me feel my beauty’s tinged with age
You give me words so tender, never rough with rage
You touch my body gently as you sear my mind
You never stop until each pleasure spot you find
You never keep from me the hunger in your eyes
You never break my trust with alibis or lies
You never make me jealous of a pretty face
You never hide from me your manly show of grace
And so my darling sweet, your wish is my command
Your pleasure is my creed; I’ll serve you foot and hand
I’ll pour myself on you and drench in liquid heat
I’ll tantalize your tongue with tastes of treats so sweet
Your queen, your slave, your mistress; name it, anything
Now wish upon a star, that star to you I’ll bring
For nothing that you ask, would I withhold from you
Perfection is your name; your boundless love is true
Eileen M Ghali
Winter's Perfect Heat
“Snowflakes gather in crystalline drfitings”
Lifting your hair, kissing the nape of your neck
Warm flesh waits on tippy toe desires
Lips brush skin, lower beyond silver chain clasp
Sighs slip past moon shadow echoes
“Frost bitten warnings fuel whistling winds”
Candlelight flickers in illumined frenzy
Strong hands caress velvet curves, moving
Satin petals excite at the touch, firming
Mouths meet across milky shoulders
“Chilly coatings mingle, drafty windows squeal”
Reaching behind delicate fingers guide, slowly
Passion emanates from quivered partings
Honey drippings moisten, sticky, sweet
Whispered moans tantalize, moments ignite
“Wind chimes sing frantically behind icicle curtains”
Down pillow yearnings, grasped, held
Eyes look back, smiles meet motions
Held closer, breathless exhales on dreams exposed
Deeper finds the pristine moment
“Algid gusts wail through frigid echoed alleyways”
Names loudly called, enchanted nirvana
Faster still, bodies in charged friction
Two become one, senses explode, flooding oasis
Eruptions quake bodies in perspired heap
“Arctic blast pierces sweltering pleasures”
Ecstasy sings in midnight harmonies
Melodic as the polar pulsations beyond
Numbed in devotion’s destinations
Wondrous snowy white blankets chill the world
“As our love provides winter’s perfect heat”
Good night Soupers
Acoustic Shadows 4-8-26 Craig Cornish
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Acoustic Shadows
As screen doors slam an audible footprint of sound
Echoes in phonics of ice in glasses
And tinkling bells of ice cream trucks.
The solstice ripens
Growing large in the splash of rainbirds
And telltale whirr of hummingbirds at feeders
As humidity buzzes, the breath of summer’s envoys
Sound out a boneless resonance
With chords that tease and tantalize
Alluring in fleeting notes hatching hazy inklings.
Haunting memories of a solstice oratorio renewed,
Veiled in the caress of a mirage,
Reverberate in noisy shimmers of Luna’s fullness.
Ripples of ghostly illusions speak in clues
Like bards of déjà vu
When sounds trickle down furrows of skin and soil
Leaving hints that foreshadow dusky shades
Recalling the hum of warmth in cold bones
And cues that foretell of the season of crickets.