Long Twirled Poems
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I don’t know why I let you in
It may have been a moment
Off the cuff, to my chagrin
You were so charming, so sweet, so light on your feet
I don’t know why
My senses not alarming
You took me in your arms
Holding me tight, never a worry
My spirit took flight
As we twirled, as we danced
I took comfort; romance
Never did I ponder where I had been that night
So dapper and tall
Your smile said it all
Yet your aura strangely misgiven
No longer so sweet, so light on your feet
Your face distorted
Your manner, driven
As we danced to the song
Fear came along
The encore was never given
Where was I that night?
The devil took flight
I stood there and all was forgiven
My pink and white knit booties,
And first set of white soft shoes,
Cut outs on the sides with pink bunnies,
too?
My grandfather's first birthday card
to me, beautiful as brand new.
Written with his shaky hands,
Oh, he was such a sweet and kindly
man. Grandpa, how I miss you!
My wooden jewelry box with the toe dancer inside,
That twirled, when I put my little girl
jewelry to rest.
My spelling bee medal, how I cried over
that.
I wanted gold, but only got the bronze?
My brunette pigtails on my pillow,
Soaked in tears over that.
Moms want to remember how tiny and sweet we once were.
I, too, dream of my daughter and her
little buggy and dolls.
The smell of her hair, her sweet arms
around my neck as she kissed me goodnight.
These are things we Mothers simply
cannot forget.
The candle and brightness of them always
in our melancholy hearts lives.
Then, they bring over our grandchildren!
And the candle grows brighter than ever.
There's ever so much more to give!
Panagiota Romios
3/21/2019
In a time when bell bottoms danced with the breeze,
Two young hearts collided, as wild as the trees.
In the glow of the disco, beneath starlit skies,
They found in each other the spark of their lives.
With laughter like music, they twirled through the night,
In the warmth of their youth, everything felt right.
They whispered sweet secrets, shared dreams on the run,
Two souls intertwined, like the moon and the sun.
Through the years they wandered, through seasons of change,
From the highs of the laughter to the lows that felt strange.
Yet through every trial, their love only grew,
Like a fine vintage wine, rich and ever true.
Now in their seventies, with silvered hair bright,
They still hold each other, hearts dancing in light.
With the same spark of passion, they stroll hand in hand,
Two teenagers in love, in a world they still stand.
They reminisce softly of the days long ago,
Of the music, the freedom, the love that would flow.
Yet the magic they found in those innocent years,
Has blossomed and flourished, through laughter and tears.
So here’s to the lovers, who never let go,
Who weathered the storms, let their true colors show.
In the twilight of life, they still dream and they play,
Two hearts forever young, come what may.
When the Moon fell in love with the night,
Her luminous knight held her ebony hand,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight
She wears a crown of constellations, a breath-taking sight,
And as mere mortals sleep, the nocturnal take stand,
When the Moon fell in love with the night
Uncomplaining, never ceasing, then at twilight;
She prepares the blanket of eventide for another land,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight
Infinite awe of wonder, Sylph of boundless flight,
The slumber of sleep waited for majestic command,
When the Moon fell in love with the night
Hypnotic plethora of aura, an observers delight,
A silent phenomenon only her realm can understand,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight
Her regal stillness exulted by the stars and her moonlight,
The allures of our universe, as they came forth to expand,
When the Moon fell in love with the night,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight
15/11/22
The Beauty of the Night poem contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
After the snow storm I go for a walk
Beneath the snow covered trees
Calmness wraps me in her arms, as
Dancing snowflakes still twirled, and
Everything is pristine white, the
Forest is whispering, moaning, and
Groaning for winter is hard for the trees, as they
Hang their heads
In heavy snow cloaks
Just then, a bird sings me a sweet song, and
Kindred spirits fill the forest
Little creatures like birds, squirrels, rabbits, and all the
Many wandering, like deer, the
Northern Lynx and others
Oh, I love the wild horses running in nearby snow covered
Pastures and meadows, it is
Quite beautiful- imagine all this
Right in my backyard almost, now the
Sun is setting behind the trees, making
Them shine with a heavenly glow, to light
Up my way home, through this
Vast snow forest, oh
Wish you could see this
Xanadu, this dreamy place-
Years pass and the forest remains a
Zenith vertex where I spend time roaming
By chance, I found them there, …they were lost by time, just like the leaves
that fell away from autumn trees, and drifted past the window
Now, here today they've come to stay, as if to say that love can last
They were pressed between twin pages, waiting to be found
Tucked inside, with brittle veins, in your tattered book of poems
The cover's worn, a broken spine, that had your names, an autumn date
I brushed the dust, and felt the rush that comes from winter's song
Caressed in yellowed tissue, frayed, three leaves from ancient trees
Had fallen down from russet crowns, one autumn long ago
Where leaves had twirled so bold and gay, discarded to the ground
You picked them up with gentle care, and pressed them, sonnet bound
A place you walked and held his hand, and knew how love could be
Perhaps beneath those golden trees you made your plans for me
When winter's chill and stolen years had not yet come to be
Fresh fragrance of the fall was new, when love was yours to find
From carpets, soft of red and brown, you chose three leaves, now mine
A legacy you've left for me, a treasure left behind
You chose three leaves from all the hordes that lie upon the ground
A tree had finished using them, in remembrance of you
Yours for awhile, they made you smile, and now they've come to me
Here in my hands, they've come to stay, to keep for all my days
And as days pass, until at last my autumn leaves must fall....
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5/11/16
Contest: Gren's Evergreen (Golden Oldies #2)
Inspired by the song: "Autumn Leaves"
Poet will use all it takes
To travel our works all over the world
Meeting poet celebrities with handshakes
The ones figurative words twirled
Monsters of us flowing lakes
Our works will run connections in water
Illuminating the littles fishes, escape route
From sharped eyes shark hunting freshwater
Calmly steady in its hangry pursuit
But, for grace, we set in as an arbiter
To quench the supposed fruitful fire
Burning to capture the sweet corn
And fry in belle's pot off any release desire
Hosting bile duct(s) at morn
Now, left with no choice than to retire
Poets transcend above anointing
Of been referred to pastors
For the unction is beyond appointing
One a specific role of facing disasters
But our pens touch lives pastors keep avoiding
With or without money
Time knows hatred
How sweet is honey
Whenever bliss coexisted
To keep blood runny
And avoid the sand
To bury all living dreams
We paint our future's brand
Of lasting awesome themes
Test of time will certainly withstand
Even making her some teases in irony
Birthed out of culture to check her paraliepsis
And lay her presence low to my scrutiny
To balance the unexpected result; an equation of antithesis
Her waist shall turn me around in hyperbole
Like no other would cooking up imagery
My soul's eyes view colossally
To dwell in her secretive aerie
Gladly will I toast words
The day I put on the way to the altar
And put off the doubt of timing birds
Which could rent my pen to halter
Then find in my pieces buzzwords
Oh! When she shall finally accept
Our loves been one, may err
And we shall not be affected
Then poet's love for her
Till the end of time will never be defeated
Nevaeh fearlessly twirled her truth
It spun out of her pores and onto everything she touched
She had an integrity that stood back and grinned
As proud of her as her spirit guides.
The other girls thought she was strange
When she was a teenager, for they did not understand
How it would be when they arrived at the same conclusions.
She was so far ahead of them.
Nevaeh never concerned herself about others.
She was too busy creating whatever she thought to create
At that second, following a silent melody no one else heard.
It was clear to her that she was to be her own band.
When the masses began to ooh and awe and say her name
The other girls wanted to claim her, stating “I knew her first”.
She did not mind. She was not concerned about any voice but her own.
Living her truth, which inspired the masses and finally the other girls.
Their intimacy is gloved,
moments dovetail
in a tea-room.
I color-in implied gestures,
listen to the ambience
of undertones.
They enter a confessional space
lips linger over shared visions,
oracles only they can read.
Lipstick on China cups,
the twirled edge of a napkin,
the unclasped mouth of a purse;
pieces arranged on a white tablecloth
of magnetic intimations.
They are both attractive
yet in different ways,
together they impart
a comforting confidentiality;
bring to this small space
a delicate allurement.
I sense a wry tilt into humor,
a deeper conversation surfaces
as they settle the bill.
Leaving the warmth of the tea house
they kiss
but only lightly upon cheeks,
no flamboyance,
yet the inferred diffidence
is far more telling.
One of them seems to carry
the other's onus of care
sheltering her body from the cold.
I have a brief impulse to follow,
to stay awhile
in their mutual life raft.
These observations I record here,
are moments
to be contemplated only later
with closed eyes.
The music got into his soul
As he slid across the dance floor
and the DJ he did implore
For a chance to do that soulful stroll once more
Then he drifted on a soulful melody
To a place above the clouds
Like a rhythmic traveler in time
To a musical refrain so fine
He lingered there awhile
Floating above cloud nine
To a syncopated beat he quickly descended
As he plunged into the depths of the sea
To a beautiful watery world
in an oyster shell, he found a pearl
With a melody all of its own
Then he ascended with this soulful tune
And landed on the dance floor soon
Round and round he twirled his girl
Before he presented her with the pearl
For Craig's Pearl contest
3- 7- 2013