Wonderfully Enjoyable Right Now Is
A Sweet Scented Arrow To The Head
I Sit With A Strange Smile In A Dream
Yet I Do Not Seem To Know What It Means
The Overall Feeling Is Much More Soothing In A Cool Autumn Rain
I Indulge On A Butterscotch Dipped Ice Cream Cone
Thoughts And Memories Are Buried Along With Those I Have Long Since Lost
Wonderfully Therapeutic Right Now Is
A Sweet Scented Arrow To The Head
Perhaps The Well Intended Pain Will Help Me To Find My Brain That Currently Fails To Remain
When I Finally Find My Dusty Common Sense,
Perhaps We Can Reconnect In This Crazy Chapter Of Modern Times
However, When We Do, Please, For The Survival Of Me, Do Not Attempt To Remove
The Sweet Scented Arrow
SWEET SCENTED UNITY
Scenting their sweet love,
In their black and white ones,
Two skunks seeking birth:-
My many many thoughts linger,
in the dusting of the springtime,
I turn pages with my finger,
I love to read each loving rhyme.
As I sit here under the trees,
watching the yellow bumble bees,
enjoying what I am reading, now freely my soul is feeding.
Pretty flowers are everywhere,
their sweet perfume is in the air
reminding me of floral spray.
sweet scented thoughts of yesterday.
Time will always go by,
but one must never cry.
IN THE DUSTING OF SPRINGTIME AND SWEET SCENTED THOUGHTS OF YESTERDAY
In the dusting of the springtime
When fragrant roses are in bloom
Life just seems to be so sublime
Gone are those days of darken gloom
Sweet scented thoughts of yesterday
Wonder through mind as moonlight spills
Into mixture of hope and new day
Gone those cold, frosty winter chills
As life joins in, love therein speaks
Hope and light are shining so bright
I worry not how barndoor creaks
For my darling, gifts love tonight
Dawn will again give us pure joy
She my angel, I am her boy.
For MYSTIC ROSE CONTEST,
In The Dusting Of The Springtime Sweet Scented Thoughts Of Yesterday Poetry Contest
Enter Contest
Sonnet poetry form only.
Poetry Contest Deadline: Sunday, June 18, 2023
Subject= Romance
I can remember a springtime;
when cherry blossoms filled the air.
For that image is locked in time;
a fond memory stored with care.
Sweet-scented dreams of yesterday;
let me recapture childhood thoughts.
And replay in my mind the day
when paper boats morphed into yachts.
I still see them sailing downstream;
me, racing along, having fun.
For Spring taught me how to daydream;
enjoying a romp in the sun.
Spring's the Goddess of renewal;
and in Nature's crown: the jewel.
skunk pays me no mind
always continues to sniff
search neverending
sweet scented woman
decorates her heart for me
i kiss it softly
The beauty of woman shone in her eyes,
And sweet scented lavender called my name,
As silent kisses began another game.
My mind so lost where her beauty is found,
As whispers trailed into those plaintive sighs,
Revealing her breath is the only sound.
Form: Wordsworth's Sestet
Enveloped in love's dimensions
Prisms of pleasures embrace
Wings spread exposing within
Energy flowing fiercely forbidden
Smile for sweet scented wet kisses
Repeated over eyes wide shut
Pushing past pinacles peak
Facing ever faceless shadows
Whispered overtones with musical notes
Striving for maximum diversion
Desperate for sensitive satisfaction
Weak for sweet scented kisses
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