Thrilled to travel to a coastal region in India, I was only six…
with my mother and a little sister, lived in relative's palatial bungalow,
admired lace curtains with hand-embroidered pictures of deer and peacocks,
plush carpeted floors, elegant furniture with glass-top tables…
what took my breath away was the evening stroll, a few minutes walk
to the beach, frolic with sapphire waves lapping on the shore!
couldn't race back fast enough as we, giggling, chased the waves, slipped,
got fully drenched, bodies covered with sand, still rapturously amused!
sublime chimes from a temple announcing evening-prayer mesmerized senses,
taste-buds were satisfied with plain but mouth-watering treats -
luscious fruits, crunchy nuts, pieces of sweets, savoury bites,
I still hear the splashing waves, when holding the conch I collected, to my ear,
remember the ethereal colour of the vermilion sunset on the horizon,
lonely fishing boats sailing far away in the sea as if with no destination,
emerald water and amber sky touching each other in an embrace.
FIND HOME
For those wondering souls who’s lost their way,
who has even forgotten their name,
For those of you, who lost their faith,
because of more than your fair share of pain.
A life of roses among the thorns,
more than petals paving the way,
More than joys, your sorrows worn,
a soul with holes like soles of shoes each day.
Would that I could have saved you,
From the cruelties your mind and heart endured,
Would could I have even prevented,
What they said was for you, no cure.
Would that I could have pointed to signs,
When your obscured vision had gone,
But the lady has now laid down the path,
for her lost children to find their way home.
For those who had gone in another direction
although Jesus said, “I am the Way”
No other Truth, no other Light there be,
it was a lie that led you astray.
Come now my children, like a mother hen,
shielding her chicks from the storms,
The grace of Christ to gather you,
in His loving protective arms.
At Christ’s return to collect His bride,
And soon we’ll be rapturously gone,
But there will still remain a narrow way
a martyr’s path in red showing the way home.
The sky is on fire tonight, clouds feather rapturously around the horizon
It seems even the longest arms cannot reach heaven
I'd rather lie here with what I know to be holy
In this place I am crimson
The blood under my skin is singing a song that only we know
To penetrate the fresh bloom of a flower,
is a rare joy, a kind of love felt deeply,
when virgins struggle, full of desire's power,
then collapse in warm, sensual link so sweetly.
With one, I have not known such love before;
not in a touch, but found in books and lines,
a joy that I love, rapturously explore,
and whose sung beauty lyrically shines.
Although I'll never know the former love
aforementioned, the Muse's consolation
is my reward: chaste, and pure as a dove,
she uplifts me to peaks of inspiration!
If love must be to love a woman only,
then the Muse's bloom keeps me from being lonely.
Far more words than
open ears --
a world of chatter;
words everywhere --
difficult to avoid such
precipitous splatter…
poets use them, vociferously!
Politicians use them, surreptitiously!
Ministers use them rapturously
Words live
when they are infused
with passion; strengthened
by conviction --
my cat says it all
with a well aimed look
twitch of her tail
occasional meow
and luxurious purr
"Earthquake in a Tea Cup"
the earthquake
rocked through
a pink haze
soft and powdered
scent of lit smoke
flaming fires
hot oven baked
green apples
ripe skin sizzled
and popped
ice cool cinnamon crisp
lemon peeled martinis
black russians and they're
ripped unfriendly cousins
Long Island Iced teas and
Asian Pear Chit-Cha toddies
osmanthus oolong trading
asset smiles flying under
the Roger Ramjet radar
exploded rapturously
candied petals floating
hearts marachinoed
stevia sweetened cherries
skewered and buttered up
mercilessly on the q.t.
roses burnt apricots
she arrived shimmering
in the clouds
a seduction
ruffling feathers
in their
crème de la crème
tea cups shaking
their quiet worlds up
dominoes lined straight laced,
drugged and shot
they all thought
it was the second
coming
the world
was her stage
the fall out
was atomic
their shadows
scattered
nuclear imprints
incalculable,
the numbers
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
She visits in the darkness of the night:
a soulless, winged creature of vampire lore.
A shadowless shadow shunning the light,
softly scratches upon my bedroom door.
With my heart pounding, I open the door;
rapturously under her ghoulish trance.
And the moment we kiss, I crave much more,
as we swirl in the throes of our blood dance.
And waltzing to the very edge of time,
each vampiric kiss: begins with a bite.
Slightly nervous, my anxieties climb:
drinking deep from the chalice of the night.
And as befitting creatures of the night;
our silhouettes morph into bats in flight.
I am standing under chromatic trees
Watching the romance between leaves and breeze
Autumn bride
dressed in colorful attire
dances with ebullience
The groom breeze
hovering around
gently caresses her.
Trees shower hued
blessings on her
endlessly
Her colourful dress
and gold ornaments
glitter in sun
As I walk,
I hear her rustling
love song
Her happiness
permeates surrounds;
I'm filled with exhilaration
Oh, my love, come, caress me
Let me dance rapturously
like an autumn leaf
Rain me exhilarating
overwhelming sensations
that thrill and excite
10.10.2021
Poetic form couplet, imagism, choka
Syllables checked at PS syllables counter
RAVISHED
Ravished with joy, delight,
refreshes my being.
Releases my tensions,
relaxes my senses,
resulting in pure bliss.
Rapturously feeling
radiant and glowing.
4/14/21 Pleiades R Poetry
Kim Merryman
Checked: How Many Syllables
Joy Unspeakable
Culminate since birth, sprung opened trials,
hither, somewhat tither, consequence waits,
opportune knock as an opened door smiles,
means of one's worth misery, rapture rates.
Character, their drawn portion brings about,
steadfastness accrued, witnessed by others,
contentment approves summation per clout,
worries cringe test, gladness is my druthers.
Cheerfulness wholehearted, sure of oneself,
planned groundwork correspond accurately,
prevailing arrangement fills some bookshelf,
groundbreaking moments burst rapturously.
Enchanting anecdotes, proving their ground,
recurrence linked praising is the best sound.
2021 February 25
*3rd Place*
CONTEST: Joy continuum
JUDGED: 2021 February 26
'NA Poem From a February 2021 Judged Contest -'
~~Constance La France
Please don't speak his trumped up name
Like ValdeMore
and more
and more hard-played cards
in my competing hand,
history echoes such dark memories
fettered, now and then,
by death's final reincarnation
Because some will claim
his was a name
for Boys will be CowBoys
all White the privileged
well-capitalized same,
An unspoken name
for Wild CowBoy Lost,
a martyr for washed out
useless
stupidly competitive lives
following red's latest overpowering authority
shifting and shifty
while barely surviving Followers
deny, or even religiously
rapturously celebrate
Earth's final redhot climate death
And others will take up his StraightWhiteMale
miseried DeathCulture tune
and persistently
resistantly speak his name
as if its virally true
red white and deadly blue,
He was wild;
A cowboy who could buy your ranch
and you
and all your neglected and abused riches
for tomorrow,
and all Earth treasures
borrowed from health manifest,
destiny of win/win Wild Liberating Bounty,
beautiful green democratic Us
Who barely remember
his weaponized
violent
CowBoy name.
1/23/21
mundane the tweet of this outside bird
but i yearn for its voice every day.
this inside bird yearns to capture
the flight,
hang onto the bluebird’s wings
and fly...fly desperately,
breathlessly... until my mind
grows rapturously tired,
dreaming still
of my flight
for miles and miles ~
the twenty-fold
surrender to scent,
sunshine,
divinity
sublime
4/10/2020
Mucking out and milking we are curds in the churn.
Our house is a blooming belly brimful and snuffling,
feet planted in the green rubber of muddy dawns.
A fox rapturously cherished a hen last night;
brown feathers speckled red fly now on the wind.
The patchy cat watches; it knows that we share
a dream guzzling tractor, with its rhythmus purr.
The tangy beasts are fed, the turkey and goose fatted.
Our meat squeals in the marketplace and struts to auction.
What is not eaten, wallows.
We live thigh deep, grub and plow;
partake in the love of it.
synergetic soul ~ the bow
slides rapturously, aligned
with her voluptuous violin
3/1/2018
In Jesus’ name
We already have victory
In Jesus’ name
The blessings are guaranteed
In Jesus’ name
We live joyously
In Jesus’ name
Eternity is a certainty
In Jesus’ name
Satan is put under our feet, crushingly
In Jesus’ name
Life is given abundantly
In Jesus’ name
We know God totally
In Jesus’ name
We will be taken up rapturously
To live with Him blissfully and
Throughout all eternity
This a blessed assurance most resoundingly
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