Rendering rainbows over candy kisses
Above the marvels of a mindless moon
Meandering with fairies and flower wishes
Miming melodies frolicking with a flirting tune
Nimble poets prance scribing wistful words
Courting playful paramours to canoodle and swoon
Entranced in witless wooing, amorously absurd
Why can't I write a poem
'bout every shade of color
kaleidoscope sunsets and brilliant blooms
Why's my imagery so much duller ...
Why can't I write a poem
'bout steamy love affairs
where breathless paramours explore
locales no eagle dares ...
Why can't I write a poem
in metric symmetry
Well, I know why ~ If I did that
I'd lose my identity
Oh dreamy lass of fragrant wiles,
a parasol of white unfurled..
your bloom beguiles her moonlight miles,
a mirror pale in petals whorled.
Her face in phases does allure
and casts enchantment not demure,
yet bud’s flirtation just as sure;
a flower-moon on long stem’s dance
with wind in sweep and sway romance,
vanilla toffee scent does prance
beyond the buxom moon all smiles
as incense wafts from airstream’s world
and paramours does damsel lure —
enkindled moths in nectar trance.
Susan Ashley
February 18, 2023
(Fragmented Rhyme)
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Fragmented Rhyme
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Rhymes confirmed with: rhymezone.com
Syllables (8 per line) confirmed with: howmanysyllables.com
Rhyme Scheme: A B A B C C C D D D A B C D
Starring Miss Clara Bow
Here's a tidbit you may not know
About the silent screen siren Miss Clara Bow:
All her films were a hit,
What she had was called "It",
And the '20s were lit with Miss Bow in the show.
Then There Was Theda
The vamp Theda Bara was quite a gal
On the screen in her roles as a "femme fatale".
She wore costumes revealing
That were often scene-stealing
But were still quite appealing to male co-stars, et al.
Naughty Nita Naldi
Silent screen star Nita Naldi was an Irish dolly
Who began her career in the Ziegfeld Follies.
She was pursued in films by paramours,
Such as R. Valentino and J. Barrymore,
And finally "talked" on TV in the '50s, by golly.
My secretary just lost her drawers
Ending up on the floor on all fours
She had a good laugh
At the office staff
Who were primed to become paramours!
What a treacherous road true love can take
for paramours eager to taste desire,
but one their kindred hearts would not forsake.
For Water and Fire, passion meant heartbreak.
Intimacy for them could never transpire.
What a treacherous road true love can take
His fervid flames would make her steam and quake.
Her touch would drown hope for them to conspire,
but one their kindred hearts would not forsake.
What a doleful duo Nature did make,
mourning for love, stymied in a quagmire.
What a treacherous road true love can take.
He risked his life on the shore of her lake
when his blaze was nigh snuffed upon a pyre,
but one their kindred hearts would not forsake.
Their need to embrace caused a yearning ache
for Woebegone Water and Forlorn Fire,
but one their kindred hearts would not forsake.
What a treacherous road true love can take.
March 1, 2022
An Original Villanelle Contest
Sponsored by Milt Hankins
Wrinkly and skinny like the turtle’s necks,
got on each other in a blissful daze
like lizards, the old paramours have sex:
the man, a former fire fighter, lays
flat on his stomach, his sweetheart, an ex-
astronomer, - on him. He whispers: “Grace,
I still love you”. Grace loves him too. Alas,
she sleeps. Grace always was a sleepy lass.
CHERUB'S JUBILEE
When the ninth hour of night is cloaked in velvet
And small star kisses sprinkle the Junie-moon sky
The ambling amber moon glides with Glen Miller rhythms
Entrancing piquant paramours picnicking on Poet's Pie
Crickets crackle crisp serenades like squeaky violins
Fiddling mischievous melodies to delight
Hollow hoots of owls harmonize with wispy gossamer zephyrs
Enchanting the moonbeam lovers on this sighing summer's night
Under weepy willow branches swaying with subtle serpentine synergy
Fluttering wings and dancing hearts conduct a lover's rhapsody
As Cupid's Couple swing and swirl at the Cherub's Jubilee
While the winds over blue ocean chasms blow free
King Edward The VIIIth, pitiable blighter, abdicated the throne.
He had the hots for an American divorcee - this the Brits would not condone!
He was King for a spell and the paramours continued their torrid romance.
They later wed, he was busted to Duke of Windsor and they settled in France.
Wallis Simpson was middle-class but knew how to climb the social rungs.
She was twice divorced which triggered a legion of wagging tongues.
They met at Lady Furness's digs and Wallie thought Eddie not all that sexy,
But they wed incurring upon The Archbishop of Canterbury a case of apoplexy!
Entry for Carolyn Devonshire's "Clerihew Couples For Valentines Day" Contest
(10 January 2019)
TOUCH
Thermal breath taps my cochlea teasing an
Oasis of cool cerulean from Eden’s bouquet.
Undulating lyrics ascend to the climax of violin strings.
Cosseted in tender heartbeat upon a virile chest,
Happiness exudes in paramours rose water sheets.
6/27/2017
Forbidden love tastes the apple so sweet,
since devil’s issue must be born in sin,
they bring God’s punishment with their deceit
and lovers flesh they dare savor as kin.
Fool’s temptation is too hard to resist;
the flower’s beauty attracts every bee.
Impure innocents should never exist.
Devil’s seed! Lock the attic, turn the key.
Can pure love purify their wicked touch?
They must suffer for paramours’ mistakes.
Why cannot they kiss what they love so much?
Doomed and damned to feel their broken hearts ache.
Grown in the shadows, locked from heaven’s gates,
are children born to live a sinful fate.
By: Chelsea P. Stone
Based upon V.C. Andrews' novel Flowers in the Attic.
Piano In My Head( how I met my partner)
As Paapa and Koo Bentum sat
Under the sacred Onyaa,
Sipping the little pito
Left under the breasts of the calabash
Lamenting over the passage of Bruwaa,
Her golden strip plucked my eyes!
I could feel it down the bows of my heart
Striking the keys on my every piano
Making my pink sound
Turn into a great white sound-
a classical music!
Flashbacks had it rumours of Kwansima,
Parading its paramours
Of how we met after that funeral.
My heart felt at rest, a calm sea
For it found its right rib
Dancing abogya in my caged chest.
For this period
I've gotten to know the real you
An enchanting damsel, whose love tales
Shared the little ampesi of Maame's abom with me.
Like a poet of love, she changed my last name
Into a contagious rhyme verse
Making my heart wallow
In this pool of love in ebusua kuruwa…
Designers of Dissidence
Scandalous slubberdegullions
Credulous crepehangers
Haughty harridans
Laudable loblollies
Enigmatic evildoers
Patronizing poltroons
Problematic paramours
Slanderous spirits
Sunshine Williams
So enchanted was Sun by Queen Sea
as he sat near some clouds high above
he began sliding down stealthily
till he touched the dark face of his love.
Then Sir Sky, so aroused by Sea’s hue,
began melting along with Sun’s rays,
and by now, Sun was dipping into
the blue depths of Queen Sea. In a daze,
Sky gazed down, and with ruddishness blushed!
Then a third lover looked on the face
of Queen Sea. Feeling thrilled, Night then brushed
rosy heavens with deep purple lace.
Night embraced lovely Sea! Sun was gone.
And again, Sky with envy looked on.
Sonnet done in nine-syllable lines for
the Anapest Trimeter Contest of Pendleton Arkwright
All our Love's vicissitudes,
Our amorous, glamorous attitudes
Two Hearts pounding, the grand resounding
With sincerest gratitude
In Perfect Passion, ardor action,
Paramours enraptured fashion
To you devoted, the walls have folded
I lose myself in your attraction...
Everything I have given you,
My Heart, my Soul, my Pas de Deux
Together forever, this sweet endeavor,
Until at last we say adieu
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