Short Sylph Poems

Not Only The Sylph..
O young Coevals,
Love resides..in the eyes of its seekers...



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Jules
Buoyant
Inspired
Sylph in his eyes
Lost in the fog where restive hearts reside
Will she surrender her passionate flame?
It's all he wants
To be named
Whispered
Craved....

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heart in a  bottle
captive sylph of current's  past
freed by Cupid’s dart





July 21,2014    11. 10pm






Fourth Place
Contest: One Solo Epic/Senryu-In A Bottle
Judged: 8/20/14
Sponsor: Poetess Linda/PD...

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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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With each of a feminine
Girlish swishing head
As one droll inhibited *
When not rainily diffused
Select gazing has confused
Worsen's waiting's grief

Up-swirls the one dear figure.
Sylph apparitions's!
So colours the emotions
As brighten a day's face-trait
Recognized alone of it
Gives this heart relief.

* umbrella...

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Lacy black shell
Ever so fine
Asymmetrically designed
For a love of mine.

Fingertips touched
Ever softly.
Asked whom this was for
Tell not my heart.
Her name I cannot reveal.
Eve of the year
Reunites us.

She rejoices now.
Her sadness subsided.
Evicted from her sylph
Enriched her temperament,
Lust love laid-up luxuriously.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 02, 2014!...

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Let me ruminate a minute
            and pose
     for the portraiture

           The sylph
    whisking about me
        in my dreams
       fluttering about

       She kissed me
         on my cheek
    she put a mirror to
            my face

 Yes it was I with auburn
                hair
      with auburn beard

Remember when I focused...

           on that grey...

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            In her arms I collapse

                   from sweat
                    and pangs
                of the early heat
                          az
              hern distended lips 
                         drip

      And of the once I thought sylph
                       which
                 to my rescue
             would never come
                    she came...

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 'gainst the cold ladder she rests
which run up the red aging bricks
                in the alley 
      on a gray September day

     Did this sylph belong there 
                    in her
         snug light blue jeans
          and hugging purple 
                enticing top

      she seemed comfortable

               Her gaze was
                     soft
               and unafraid




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A sylph appears beneath the night -
beguiling smile and touch invite...

As honey flows and nectar drips,
Sweet laughter ripples 'cross her lips...

Her crystal eyes are flashing blue -
They beckon with a lusty hue...

Her silken strands of flaxen hair
Are waving wildly in the air...

The music plays, her swirling dance 
Entraps me in a mystic trance...

She disappears as nighttime wanes - 
I'm left bewitched, my soul in chains......

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Sylph-like is my way to describe her,
an angel who's great at the game
of chewing out all of our vendors,
a tempest, not timid or tame.

She wants what she wants when she wants it,
for her being late is a crime,
she'll scold them for keeping her waiting:
"No way, just be 'ON TIME' next time!"

There is a soft side to her nature,
a temptingly feminine take,
but she'll get what she wants, you believe it,
don't get in her way, she won't brake!...

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Sylph-like is my way to describe her,
an angel who's great at the game
of chewing out all of our vendors,
a tempest, not timid or tame.

She wants what she wants when she wants it,
for her being late is a crime,
she'll scold them for keeping her waiting:
"No way, just be 'ON TIME' next time!"

There is a soft side to her nature,
a temptingly feminine take,
but she'll get what she wants, you believe it,
don't get in her way, she won't brake!...

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And while the moon turns
its light off, my vision blurs…
a sylph- like form appears
nearing  the edge of my ghastly roam;
its dark contours following me
while smokey breath pulses with chilled air;
till my will to survive takes over
an animalistic gut, 
unsure if this sinister hours of terror
can unleash a dreaded fear 
to bring me home safely , as I
tremble in the pounding, black rain.


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Dark Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Nayda I. Negron...

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A Little Like Rape

This sylph came forward 
from the second row
the second day of class 
and asked if
I would edit her poem 
so it would read 
the way it should. 

I told her straightaway
that even though 
this was writing class 
and I was the instructor,
I couldn’t edit her poem
and still have the poem be hers. 

Editing her poem, I said, 
would be a little like rape,
just painful in a different way
whether she understood that 
yet or not.  


Donal Mahoney...

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