Eyes wide-opened by pupils dilated,
Awake dreamers realized elated,
Aphrodite in her flesh graced yonder,
Statuesquely poised, demure, pro-barer.
Facial features well-toned defies contest,
Exposure of her voluptuous breast,
Either symmetry art harmonious,
Rewards untold pleasures of blissfulness.
Graceful steps attuned moves a melody,
Vacant looks follow-through are praised worthy,
Perpetual bounce wanton opulence,
Cruel tricks bravado o'er manliness.
A simple act to impress gave measure,
Strong masculinity pain, and pleasure.
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I cannot stop looking over,
Just across the way,
At a four-leaf clover
Personified fimininely:--.
Dainty and all too perfect,
Designed statuesquely,
Glistening, smooth marble,
Carved by Michelangelo's hand,
Which was guided by God's.
Her features are soft,
And she is very gentle.
Hair of silk flows like the
Breath of the wind
And cascades over her
Beautiful face, her blue eyes,
Pink cheeks, and full lips.
She stands as a princess,
But destined she is to be
A queen to a man who surely
Will feel undeserving
Of this bright, shining star.
She blooms like the flowers
Upon her summery dress.
A time ago I felt myself
To be a monster, allowing
Thoughts of lust to stew
Within. But they dissipate.
Thoughts of wonderment
Arise, thoughts of beauty,
Amazement, astonishment,
Appreciation, benevolence,
And mystery replace what
Was once of something
Utterly disgusting, immoral.
I am overcome with joy--
A strange joy, one never
Felt across this particular
Way. The distance has
Closed yet never moved.
While I hand the reigns
To Emotion, who is excitable,
I still feel it necessary
That I declare I may have
Fallen in the arms of love.
'Tis a shame.
Without a Moment's Notice
Thirst was writhing within.
Muscles were cramped beyond strengthening.
Gurgling of the last drop down the drain
Resounded again and again.
Be still, my mind, this drought is not forever.
The flood was turned off in an instant.
Without a moment’s notice –
Dryness parched my last hope.
Angry eyes increasingly twitched.
Recollections became clogged with sap.
Booming lost mental reigns cried.
Quiet, remaining tears seeking forever.
Hope gasped, submerged the next second.
Suffering, needing love’s liquor –
And then, you entered the room.
Statuesquely standing, exuding strength,
Rippling since the first smile, life restrained.
Receiving fresh moisture, thoughts sighed.
Trusting without reason, dreams flourished near.
You, my uplifting, with love’s deluge, quenched me.
Without a moment’s notice –
Poetic Vehicles: Alliteration, metaphor, assonance, personification, and ambiguity
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May 26, 2010
Poetic Form: Free Verse