Short Paramour Poems
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regress--
embrace the shift
deem like a paramour
07.08.16
For Silent One contest
"A Response to..."
Sweet Goddess, Personification,
You’re not an abstract ideation,
So listen to this supplication:
“Love me, and my verse creation.”
01-01-80
bunch of red roses
fresh and velvet at his grave
year after year now
in a shade deeper than mine
his mystery paramour
Written on 07/06/2016
your smart hat
your coifed
charcoal brows
your blue questions
about how I’m moving
through the day
have me in hand
reminiscing
making me want you
and reminiscing
more and more
LOVE
Affection devotion
Cherish endearment liking
Malevolence aversion scorn
Ardo zeal paramour
Rancor jaundice
Hate
11/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
Patricia parades pretty periwinkle paisley pyjamas playfully presenting plump pinwheel pastries
AP: 3rd place 2023
Submitted on October 21, 2019 for TAUTOGRAM POEMS sponsored by EVE ROPER – RANKED 3RD
Thy love maketh my beauty
Thy heart maketh my soul
Thou art my true paramour
With thyself I die whole
Thine eyes admire my charm
Thy smile, my ultimate goal
Thou dwell in my every emotion
Thy love maketh my heart toll
Stop it!
I’m exhausted by you
Always complaining, never supporting yourself
Stop it!
I’m overworked by you
Never being grateful, but expecting the help
Really!
I know it’s not your fault
Now pick yourself up, I will see you on the twelfth
The Old One
The old one reached down
into the cellar of his remembrance
and found a faded image
of a paramour;
a love known so long ago.
He cherished
its lustrous glow,
and in his heart's forge
shaped a silver frame
to hold the beauty
untarnished by time.
Best foot forward, a winning smile
Such roles we oft enact
Vibrant, childlike heart, free from guile
Has no need for such tact
Shed off ego armour
Each soul our paramour
Since bliss throbs enamour
Let’s move onward
Best foot forward
27-April-2022
Quietus
This is a parody of a poem displayed in my notes.
There she goes, his paramour,
Clad (of course) in silk-du-jour,
Jiggling from head to floor
As though he’d never seen her before!
When he steals another glance,
How drastically she’s changed her stance:
The silk is now remember-ance
As will soon become his pants.
To my Valentine
My voracious dear
Whose zest is for wine
Yet mine guise is of beer
To my dulcet amore
You're the last in regard
To my soul's paramour
This endeavor is scarred
Same as Aeneas
I'll leave this sublime queen
And love instantaneous
Twill deliquesce 'tween
No curb to my ideal
Since love turned out unreal
Brought to life
With her own deft hand
The Alpha female
to a daze she commands
Just by the power of her presence
A picture drawn at the age of four
Says it all no need for more
Without being told no doubt who was who
Drawn into the frame of the eyes of you
A mesmerizing essence
And your bedazzled paramour
Satiny softness surrounds me as your touch
ensnares me in ardent, consuming passion
for which there is no exultation too much.
I desire no respite, escape, dispassion
as I am your unrelenting paramour
offering a safe harbor for you to moor.
Stay with me upon this sea of ecstasy
and we shall conceive our lasting legacy.
I see the edge of your smile
and the tip of your varnished toe,
the waterfall of your flaxen hair
that makes your shadow grow:
Love! I am the one, who loves
you as the day.
To lose you makes me shudder
like a mast on a blustered day;
Keel-haul and whip my hopeless love
Send my soul to hell
But let me call before I die,
Love! I am the one.
TRAVERSING THE ORCHARD
Sunny green blossoming
Crisp red and yellow Xanadu fruit
Paramour of buzzing bees
Likewise festival high wire lines
scream with harnesses of feet
flying like Tarzan from tree to tree
Hands grab delicious floating dessert
plucked into baskets, cider and pies
Delectable dessert of the doctorless wise
4/17/2018
Did you think, that I would not know?
The web you weave with your pernicious soul?
You spin and spin and then retreat.
Leaving the entanglement of your ludicrous deceit.
At first you don't suceed, you then try it again..
Doing whatever it takes to lure them back in.
Think about where you spin your luck.
A paramour, the black widow, may devour you up.
That very first, velvet, warm meeting with him!,
Goosebumps, danced, all over your young skin.
His eyes, say “come hither “,with a welcoming twinkle.
How to say, “no” to his soft, dazzling dimples?
You were his, then, now, and a starlit forevermore!
Sealed,like a beautiful butterfly, his surrendering paramour.
1/13/2024
I love my temptress
Revisiting my encrypted inscriptions
Fingers running down her spine in hieroglyphics
Azurite chemise hanging off her skin
Aureate lilies floating across her eyes
Releasing tension from her clenches
Bahri belamour
You're fatale, I can handle more
Umber tones the undertones of my paramour
You're narcotic, I can handle more
Sa'ës'ït floramour, my viole d'amour
Boom! Alas! Magic!
I’m stunned by your spell.
Your sorcery charms me
It’s so hard to tell.
Roving at streets
searching your presence
Like a pooch sniffing sideways
This thought makes just no sense.
Fascinating yet deceiving,
complimenting a narcissist.
This potion captivates me
Why this madness ever exist?
Sorceress paramour
I am cursed to like you
Drunk with folly
Fated to woo you.
I love the orange coloured skin
My carrot has to tempt my eyes
I love the crunchieness within
Which with my teeth I realise
I munch, I chew, I taste the juice
The sweetness of the central core
Willingly I let seduce
This vegetable, this paramour.
There is no finer time than this
A summer's sunset in a field
A carrot slowly chewed is bliss
My soul is calm, my stomach filled.
Salt water taffy orchestrated,
pouring grain and sweating.
Spinning my silhouette,
as the dog failed his frisbees.
It doesn' let the sun’s rays wash over me,
replicate large wooden planks,
for heart boardwalking day by day.
Sandbars can sometimes be paramour,
idyllic feeding high memories.
So blue as seashells with a spiral pattern.
Averse to an occasional dalliance,
enthralling you, God.
Neverending misery
Pieces of a heart shattered
Endless loneliness and suffering
Euphoria, prosperity, and companionship no more
If only time would reverse
Unquestioning love and faith anew
Wrongful acts of affair never occur
Existing conditions will they continue?
Will parameters revert back?
Is heart's desire sufficient to acquire paramour?
Fabrication, distortion, and reminiscence unfold
Kismet or fallacy?
Form:
I desire to become a fridge, to freeze all sweet warm kisses.
Often release the treasure, and quiver again with pleasure..
With my conceited paramour,dreading his evanescence.
23-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Second place in the Contest.
Note:* 'Let the pens flow-Sijo' Poetry Contest*
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
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bitter pages, brittle as they turn
my fingers traced these lines before
or were they yours
cursive notes penned, nestled in the margin
scrawled hurriedly first in candle light dim
scratched through then at the looming dawn
here is the passage trapped in a bracket
to signify it your best-loved
Carolingian proverbs of affection and death
mastered in memory to the last, flawless word
only once to impart at dinner
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