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The Silent Kiss-POTD

The silent kiss from the morning's sunbeams
softly brushed the beauty of your face
in a tender embrace of halo light
    where my heart quivered in wonder
As our eyes began a spellbound affair
Time seemed still, and the world faded away
Clouds parted and sunlight spilled upon the land
The dawn became weightless when passion welled
    into emotional boundaries crossed
where a moment of splendor allowed truth to breathe
like rose petals opening from a fragrant rose bud
    seeking warmth from a wondrous sense of awe
When your beauty became a sensual vision
painted by dawn's breaking glow of sunlight
revealing your tender eyes from this silent kiss
    that caressed the face I looked upon
As I wandered into the dewy eyes of love

Love Is All That Is Real

Destiny quivers,
 like the lips of young lovers awaiting their first kiss.
As I quivered before our first … although just your hand.
It was filled with the passion of our unknowing souls.

Likewise, destiny,  
Awaiting patiently,
The unfolding of each moment 
As if it were the first moment of existence.

Though predestined,
From that first moment of creation,
The smallest increment of time.
It was formed completely.

All that would ever be,
Was formed perfectly to be the full expression
Of the Love of the Creator to His creation.

Like our simple first kiss,
 Was but the seed of our eternal love,
 Planted eternally, in our souls forever.
It is wrapped in the unknown, 
So, we could anticipate,
 The manifestation of our desires,
 as they were birthed into their full potential.

Love must travel every path,
Be expressed in every manner,
 to fulfill itself and be complete.

Never think that Love has shown its fullness to you,
For there is always more
Let your thirst be unquenchable.
Drink of the eternal love.

 Live in it,
 Share it completely.
They will know us by our Love,
For Love is all that is real!

Red And Black

There are two ants that accidentally fell on the ground due to strong winds.  These ants live in two different trees standing very close to each other.

  The red ant saw its treehouse collapsed and fell on the ground.   The black ant saw it too and  quivered, thinking that it's own treehouse will fall down too.

  The red ant rushed to the black ant and asked for help, "Can I stay up in your tree?  Rain just started and surely floods will appear in an instant..."

  Black ant replied, "Oui.  Let's hurry!"

  After reaching and resting on the highest branch of the black ant's tree, the red ant asked, "Why do most black ants fear us, red ants?"

  Black ant reacted, "I don't fear you because of your color.  Almost everybody in our black colony believed that you are all mean and hostile because you bite everyone and everything."

  Red ant said, "I thought so... but I only bite when I feel threatened ."

  Black ant added, "Your red colony believed we are more mean than you because we are colored black like witches."

  Red ant whispered, "You wouldn't help me if you're a bad witch!"

To Karin: Brandenburg Gate

Like some dark frail bird
she quivered and fluttered
there at my door
one dark cold Advent night,
swearing to return
come the new year
with a photo of Brandenburg Gate.

Arms, hands, fingertips, eyes,
then nothing between us
but electrified space –
her light tread descending the steps –
my heart drawn downward
by the diminishing sound.

Sometimes still my heart is snared
between winter
a swirling hem
and Brandenburg Gate
and I write a letter
which will never be mailed 
to Karin.

Zephyr Oxidation

Written, March 24, 2025
For Contest,  Your Choice E sponsor, Brian Strand

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hands aegis
        sculpting lullabies
 cradling
      warmed by 
          candlelight - wax
                  flesh
                      muscle 
                
  breath
      zephyr
          exhales 
                 inaudible eulogies
      exuding oxidation
                    of
                turpentine

         nectar 
           of 
        ebony & 
               onyx
varnishes in 
                      liniment
           to coddiwomple
fingers &             
          dactyls
 tracking 
                     ectoblastic 
                                     layers

 labyrinth puddles
                  yen's fuel trigger
   perspiring
                    bruised   blooms
           quivered    reverberations
                declining
                        blossom

           obscured in
sunken strands 
of 
sprouts
&
   burial site
         effigy melting 
Inside
              silk gloves

Memories Lost Within A Frozen Mist

The winter stared at me, hollow-eyed and grim,
flakes of snow draped the earth in silence.
My lips quivered, teeth rattling their cold refrain,
and they danced—not with legs, but with their whole bodies.

Then my head went numb, my thoughts unwound,
consciousness slipped beyond the veil.
I soared like the angels—we all grew wings,
new arrivals, lost among strangers.

Before a great gate, we were set apart,
memory severed, the past a whisper.
The snow had risen~an unbroken white peak,
and the trees stood crowned in frost’s embrace.

My eyes grew misty, each tear frozen mid-fall,
my mind still locked in winter’s grasp.
Like thieves vaulting from shattered glass,
memories took flight, then scattered like dew on rooftops.

I searched for myself in pools of melted snow,
but my past had fled like a startled horse.
No trace remained~no pain, no triumphs,
only the wait to whine or wine and dine.
Yet even if a cup were placed in my hands,
the taste of good wine lay lost upon the wind.

Death cheated

As shadows laid where none could go,
The dark sky etched fear in a scrawl,
Making hearts leap clean out of sight,
Silhouettes of danger scared all.
A gentle breeze whispered of fright,
Meanwhile, death crept with aching flow.

The silence then started to scream,
The fear shifted to my bladder,
My trousers bore a stinking stench;
The quake of shame made me sadder.
The fire of fear failed to quench;
That nightmare failed to be a dream.

To the angels my spirit pled.
The birds watched my fret from the trees;
Their silhouettes loomed in the night.
My shirt soaked in sweat’s chilling breeze.
The devil ignored my soul's plight;
He let me go when my soul fled.

Far to heaven’s gates my wings flew,
There, songs of praise the angels sang.
Fear quivered and fled from their glow,
The bell of life they softly rang.
That made me cheat death here below.
Then back to the earth my soul blew.

I Breathe Love

I breathe love
from a night held in memory
when poems from Cyrano were read
and Europa by Gato Barbieri
was playing its seductive song
   to welcomed ears
giving birth to exquisite sighs 
from warm kisses and peppermint candy
shared by temporal tongues
ebbing into a romantic rapture
which quivered to the music
   in our soul
in a more harmonies perfection of ardor
that dripped upon the earthen ground
from the sweat of our palms
like glittering jewels falling through the night air
unveiling a blissful sanctuary
of delicate feelings and ethereal grace
from the lingering fragrance of roses
scattered among the empty glasses of wine
   painted on our lips 
opening the sacred world of our soul
to welcome the breath of love

Haunted House

In far away desolate moor of the Scottish Highland,
I was driving fast on the road around the wetland.
The car got stuck in sticky mud, I couldn’t take it out,
I was in for trouble in the wilderness, I had no doubt.

But luckily I spotted a Victorian manor not very far,
before the nightfall I could hurriedly walk up there.
Its door I knocked, an old man let me in a room stale 
that greeted me with smoke of dim lantern to inhale.

His curled lips quivered, faintly said, ”you’re hungry”,
and disappeared in the dark, closed the door swiftly,
didn’t return, I decided to explore, saw a streak of light
in a room where I found him stone still, sitting upright.

He clasped close a human skeleton with stretched arms,
said, “this is old, you’ll give me a new one with charms”.
Cold sweat rolled down my spine, shivering in the core,
I ran out of the haunted house through the back door.

Death of an artist

“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.”
Quote by - Vincent Van Gogh
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Well aware of art, seeing star-lit, deep-blue sky
High above the ripples of Rhine
A delicate one chose a brush to bring it down
to a canvas, working with hues
painting stars and man-made yellow jets of city lights
descending to green reflected blaze, reflecting
not stars, but brutal city-lights
Two human figurines stroll love in the foreground

Gogh's sensitive symmetry gave
half the canvas to earth, other half to the sky

Deceptive tastes of fickle world
Failed artistic symmetry, Failed gentle artist
Stealing sky above Gogh's fixed gaze
Mortals took too long a time to appreciate
Starry Night Over the Rhône

Tired Gogh's 37 year old hands
Wilfully shot his sympathetic genial heart
Hands that never quivered even
While painting water, shivered at uncertainty
Rushed to find peace below brown earth

Aque

She wisped into existence
All reality quivered around her like
the morning glisten off dewdrops linger
Sorry I am late
She beamed at her friends
Sheer grimaced a smile
from her pale drudgery
Silth grabbed her wrist

Look plants grew in my footsteps
That’s new I am so used to the sand
He gazed at the rapidly expanding grass
See that forest there
I went for a walk in that field last night

Bo as usual was being carried piggy back
by her only love fate gaunt and wiry
but his shoulders never failed her

I know what we can do today Aque stopped her friends 

Today we bring back truth

And no groans from you fate

So with me

Fartina

Could there be anything sweeter,
than our little dog named Fartina,
I wanted to see less of wretched in-laws,
they no longer come over because,
the gaseous funky green cloud,
emitting from Fartina makes me so proud.

I dare say we no longer have mice,
who now stay outdoors, how nice.
When Fartina goes to the vet,
it's a sure bet-
the leery vet techs yell, "Fartina's here!"
and the snooty lady in the waiting room
with the poodle holds her nose, oh dear!

At our family birthday party,
Fartina decided to get frankly, farty.
Our guests were all in a dither,
their faces crinkled, then quivered.
Til, lo and behold, a knock on the door,
pesky political  solicitors once more!
Well, lovely Fartina took care of that-
a silent savage air biscuit commenced,
and our unwelcome visitors quickly
vaulted over the fence.
These days bad news travels fast,
but the flatulent antics of Fartina
makes laughter last. ~

Why I became a poet

When the sable ink flirted with the quill 
How my muse blushed and blotted with a thrill
Upon parchment that submitted at will
To the words that began to overspill

At school I discovered 'tram' rhymed with 'scram'
And confusing homophones 'damn' and 'dam'
When my rhymes steamed along the meter track
A villanelle came on board for a snack

Welcoming those, not having metaphor
Free verse and sonnets came calmly ashore
On carpets of prose from the Haiku store
As the dipped quill quivered for an encore

Across each line the rivers of ink swam
'I became a poet, because I am'

In My Heart

"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." 
 E.E. Cummings

If you remember the ecstatic emotions we experienced, 
No unwavering obstacle could keep two of us apart!

My life and yours intertwined in a graceful harmony
You and I dreamed of a fascinating future together !

How we spent our days laughing and singing like free-spirited larks, 
Enjoying every moment of a blissful journey of our flight,
A truly passionate longing quivered in our trembling soul,
Rose blossoming in glorious splendour with no restraint,
The ambrosial exquisite fragrance we carried in our hearts.

The Doll

There once was a doll
Bruised and battered
Slanted on a wall 
Like it never mattered.

The doll once mattered
When the girl was small
And her dreams weren't shattered
As she was yet to fall.

She fell along with her doll
Embraced it until her pieces were shattered
All the doll could do was bawl
And the girl picked her pieces and plastered.

Every step the girl took clattered
Disoriented were her pieces from the fall
Memories forgotten like they never mattered
And long forgotten was the doll.

But today the girl picked up the doll,
Apologized with tears, her voice quivered
When she held the doll close as her body lost her soul
Now they swayed together like their story never mattered.

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