Long Tender Poems
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As mine hand wrap yours soft and tender
Hope filled mine heart with joys of bliss
Conduct first steps in walking with you
Precious jewel wrapped in mine hands
Years strengthens yours hands full grown
The hands of time days quickly passed
Equal to mine they became
Perfectly our crossed hands fitted
Full of excitement you left
Home loving Father blessed you
One of our own in your hands
A cheer of bless heredities
Today your hands are muscled up
Strong lifts this vessel entrust upon
Those little hands industrious
Curries me around with energy
Though strong and benevolent child
Against mine that is aged golden
Nature so sets me divine call
Favoured, venerated and blessed
Aged with grace a priceless wine
Form:
Bring on the rejection slips and/or lost wager
Though flush with good humor
pun one mock two yields negligible
true cash equivalent value won
dirt poor offspring privileged as prodigal son
pockets bursting with legal tender,
where just yesterday I had none.
All polite declinations
strung together would circle...
(fill in the blank)
matter of fact, I just got a slew of them
today June 9th, 2020, what a lucky man
me haint an idealist...,
but winning poetry (writing) contest
or purchasing lottery tickets...
yeah, nothing butta pipe dream
such improbable whimsical notion
linkedin and tantamount
with milkmaid and pail
Aesop pose fabulous incredulous solution
finally good riddance
hand to mouth existence
hello riches, perchance a dollop
and/or sizable windfall courtesy
drawn PowerBall and/or Mega Million ticket
whereby yours truly suddenly
cursed with chump change,
and/or abundant money
would experience "fifteen minutes of fame"
flush with friends and relatives
I (a misanthrope) never knew existed
(perhaps even marriage proposition,
no matter wedded bliss prevails)
interesting... how moderate
and/or substantial wealth
suddenly finds chock a block
acquisitions (regarding brand new automobile,
custom designed house,
travel opportunities galore
(maybe even vacation to Mars)
(despite coronavirus - COVID -19) prevalence,
nevertheless awareness viz immutability altering
pubescent stunted emotional, physical
and social development
profusely sweating hands, social anxiety
all the while knowing money
can't buy happiness,
yet once and for all at long last
free and clear of grinding poverty
cuz groveling along
the pockmarked highway
avails countless exit ramps
plethora of choices
how to be analogous to jolly Roger
piloting immense ship of state
(approximating size of Rhode Island)
equipped with the latest trappings
matter of fact replete
with every creature comfort
analogous to rich
self sufficient independent country
allowing, enabling, and providing
a warm welcome - think unfurled
Harris tweed Scottish welcome mat.
Meanwhile somewhere in Schwenksville,
Pennsylvania resident
(within apartment B44)...
tenant fritters precious time wishfully thinking
(luxuriant life within theoretical leisure class)
finding this nameless scrivener
invariably hoisting himself by his own petard.
rushes now the spill of feet
a lunar festival right nto moonlight
skirts flaring, hats flipping
as silhouettes swagger with desire
bosoms advancing retracting
against tunes from guitars and tambourine
slay this fiesta with quickening of heels
an extravaganza which shrieks
in the thrill of music
refined by the ecstasy reeled by
tiptoes midway...the exchanges
arm for arm as ladies and men
seal a choreography made only
to.last on this evening, lusty and divine!
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take me to primitive times
when after bouquets and incense spray the air,
a dance unknowing rigid choreography
pulsates to inner throbs of my body
soaking the nectar of soil beneath my feet,
then to dive among flickers of heat, to drape
a world circling far across stars without
glass nor walls... till all but percussion tempos
inhale the floats inside my lungs, my flesh.
Arms open all cages of birds winging
past trees, hips shedding butterfly threads
floating on sounds of grass waves and
stone kneads ...
how wild, how tender
and unrestrained my child’s spirit.
Somewhere, Prapto whispers, “listen
to heart’s movement; break your head”,
till my whole body connects to the fragrance
of my inner breath, spicy and pungent...
like an odyssey of primitive spins
known only by my soul willing
for a movement... the invisible cloth of dance.
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*Prapto is the proponent of free body movement,
a distinguished guru from Java, Indonesia
*Inner body movement-dance connects me
with nature, life , and self... this i enjoy!
In the Year 2012 Contest: Carol Brown
by nette onclaud
Thorn of the Rose
Beware thy fragile gentle sweet rose
When a dragon holds you to his nose
With those nostrils that ignite and flare
Or thou will no longer bloom so fair.
Burned to nothing but a brittle crisp
Dragon will then place you to his lips
He’ll gobble you up in one swallow
For you there will be no tomorrow.
Weep not my elegant fragrant rose
Some advice for monsters to oppose
There's a way to chase danger away
So you'll live to bloom another day.
Though with grace and beauty you were made
Show your thorns and do not be afraid
The terrorist must then set you free
As the wounds would sting him profusely.
Once again your tender heart will sing
Songs of love and magnificent things
I have a message for would be foes
Dragons beware the thorn of the rose.
23rd February 2021
Some fell along the hard path in the field,
and so were left for birds to peck and eat.
Some fell on shallow soil; therefore, the yield
was sparse, for many withered in the heat.
And some were cast among the thorny brush
which choked and killed the tender shoots in time.
But still, some fell on good ground, rich and lush,
where splendid crops achieved a fruitful prime.
Which soil are we for seeds of Grace to grow
to harvest? Hard? Or shallow? Thorny? Good?
A little of all four, for sure, we know.
But if we soften, deepen, pull dead wood,
God's gracious work will germinate and thrive;
in spite of all, His glory will survive.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest No. 110
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 11/09/2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: English Sonnet
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Form: Shakespearian Sonnet
Judged: 11/05/2016
Ref: Matthew 13:3-8 - The Parable of the Sower and the Seed
PEACE OF MIND
Poem written for “Peace of Mind” Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, sponsor, July 26, 2025. Here’s my piece of mind on what constitutes peace of mind:
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Serenity holds the soul in its arms,
a delicate hug of quiet grace.
Contentment
Unmasked and genuine in mirror’s gaze
no need for pretense.
Confidence
Accepting the stillness
heart filled with silent strength.
Tranquility
Bridging the gaps,
fostering goodwill.
Compassion
Steadfast in the face of adversity
navigating life with grace.
Balanced
A river of trust
bridges constructed with tender hands.
Harmony
Advancing
rather than merely surviving.
Thriving
Embracing my own skin
every breath a gentle reminder.
Being enough
Wrapping myself in the richness of now
every moment a gift.
Gratitude
Taking in the ordinary
while strolling through the day.
Unhurried
Hearts heal in silence
past wrongs dissolve.
Forgiveness
Core stays steadfast
rooted in fertile soil.
Resilence
Remorse and guilt slowly disappear,
softly fading like autumn’s leaves.
Letting go
A feather on my shoulder
the weight of the world.
Placidity
Walking in His light
silent comfort.
Faith
The last time we met I noticed
the bright red flowers in your hair,
Milk soft skin radiating through
heaven’s gate I wanted to kiss
your tender hand.
Knees buckling from the sweet scent
of your perfume, our bodies locked like
falling birds, We kissed and ran as fast
as we could like two kittens playing with
a ball of yarn.
Landing on our feet, we walked along the
crimson cobblestone streets, At our favorite
sidewalk café we talked and shared this
wonderful moment.
We celebrated life with French bread and good
wine. It was nice to see your lovely smile remain,
on an empty glass of wine and a bite of bread.
Relax Your Mind
Take your time and a sip of wine, relax your mind and place across my lap feet so fine.
Lay on cushions your heavy head and start to unwind, tell me your fears and how the day has been. I’ll remove your shoes one at a time and gently massage each toe.
Caress each ankle and help ease your stress, listen to tales of woe and how people can be so cruel.
Work your calf’s softly like a baker, release the muscles as you stretch out further, a little moan will escape as you start to float like cotton blown on a breeze.
Refill your glass and continue, as you regale me with stories of how you filled the day, make my way up your thighs one by one inch by inch kneading not pinching as you close your eyes in silent ecstasy.
Take an empty hand and play with each finger, you smile a smile feeling as the warmth works up your cheeks.
The sweet smell of honey suckle, strawberries and summer times that have gone and yet to come fill the air, turn you over slowly like the pages of my favourite book, I kiss your neck and move my gentle hands carefully touching tender soft skin.
Release the tension in shoulders now laid bare, up and down I travel each part of arms that held me in the morning asking to be touched, yearning for the feeling like a rose begs for the rain.
After the meal cooked at home, lovingly prepared lead you to the room dimly lit by rose infused candles and bubbles warm, invite you to soak and just drift away.
Warm robe awaits to cuddle you so snug and tightly, I kiss lips coated in sweet fruit from the vine, touched by the angels so soft and divine.
At last, lay you down to rest ensconced under comfy covers, lay beside you and watch you sleep so safe and soundly.
By
Patrick D
Look into my green eyes and glimpse love’s reflection;
let my whispers of romance surround your sweet soul.
Indulge in the depths of seduction you find there.
Feel it’s longing embraces; let them make you whole.
Reach out, take my hand; place it upon your firm breast,
that I may feel the pounding of your heart for me.
Tender love, I shall take your hand and do the same.
Let us fall ever deeply and set our love free.
Wrap your arms tightly around me; I’ll pull you close.
Our body heat merges as we swoon from romance.
We’ll rub cheeks together and breathe in the moment,
while spirits are woven into sensual dance.
Long full breaths are taken with slow, relieved exhales.
At the perfect time our lips melt into a kiss.
Engulfed in warm light, two lovers walk on the clouds,
lost in sweet tenderness, enchanted by it’s bliss.
Allow the love in my eyes to entrance your heart.
What we share will make deep, intimate dreams come true.
The mirrors of my soul reflect your soft image.
My Lady, My Love…I only have eyes for you.
the leaders of tomorrow bravely take to the dais
justified their precious life,
liberty and pursuit of happiness -
stolen under their figurative nose)
asper an unparalleled heist
recouping quintessential basic human rights,
and will NOT yield an inch
(or any other minuscule amount),
if for no other reason
(and many more valid claims prevail)
such inalienable American birthrights
(codified decrees endowing freedoms -
tattered to shreds via frenzy of bullets)
guaranteeing harm inviolable unjustly out priced
sacrificed by lax second amendment spiced
within wanton murderous sprees wherein assassin
literally calls the shots (supplanting
assigned storied halls with din
of fire arms (acquired
from pennies on the dollar,
or bartered for a bottle of gin
within the underbelly (viz black market)
of society, where trigger happy jinn nee
as slaughter sans killing fields mount
with resignation vis a vis
tocollective shrugging shoulders prithee
and upend safe havens i.e. storied academic re:
deuce sing self preservation (UNFAIRLY)
to activist minded students tree
ting each day as a survivalist course, thus WE
as coined on legal tender (E Pluribus Unum)
MUST unite against love affair with pistols, no matter
one or more mere mortals
think Matthew Scott cray ZEE!