Short Dalliances Poems

Muted pylons
with frayed collars
Rusted like Copper
with past Trips to Goa
This and that marvellous memories
on Olympus OM2 SLRS
Mighty escapes
from youthful dalliances
Aged without permission
Now old acorns
educating new students...

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... stiff rhymes don't impose,
use, describing toad or rose,
crisp, uncluttered prose ...


... with clipped cadences,
a thought sparkles and dances,
mind's dalliances ...


... rhyme, as reason's gown,
doesn't dumb or drab thoughts down,
a gem in the crown ......

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A vision of pulchritude
My sweet little Isabel
Coquettish in the extreme
A beautiful southern belle
Lithe limbed and gracile
She is hopelessly vivacious
With her sylph like elegance
She tends to the outrageous
But for all her dalliances
And her overt vivacity
Her revelling in the attention
She is still in love with me...

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I am keeping him young with my desires-
	With every lust that I feed;
	Playing to each fantasy’s need.
I am keeping him young with my body-
	With every subtle moan
	And its roughly-induced tremble.
He thinks he is coming near,
His thoughts go to me,
His conspirator in our sordid affair.
Our dalliances with the Devil-
Wine and slightly serpentine,
We become each other’s to devour....

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A furtive glance, a fine romance that strayed,
    In dalliances chains enslaved by lust.
    Deflowered knave in shallow trysts betrayed, 
    A precious love, now crushed bereft of trust.
    
    9 / 15 / 2019.

     Lost Love.  Posted   1 / 19 / 2018.
     Sponsor  John Hamilton.
     Second stanza of a sonnet.

    Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest.
    Sponsor Gregory R Barden....

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. . . stiff rhyme don't impose,
               use, describing toad or rose,
                         crisp, uncluttered prose . . .

. . . with clipped cadences,
               a thought sparkles, and dances,
                         mind's dalliances . . .

. . . rhyme, as reason's gown,
               doesn't  dumb or drab thoughts down,
                         as gem in the crown . . ....

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The itch to love 
and satiate pride
swallowed too long stifles
breath
without emancipation
A tragic capitulation to self

Pride, perhaps acerbic,
leaves morsels to ruminate
and loves to regurgitate
coy ceramic dalliances
and Venusian masquerades
Masked in smiles
And toxic

This love, 
These loose granite memories
Ductile innocents
And hasty lulls
These shining sunsets 
And supernovas
Must rest.
...

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