billowing skirt whirls on air
wild and chase, that’s gypsy flair
belly moves like ocean wave
in the rhythm of each octave
swirls and sways with bouncing feet
synchronizes with every season’s hit
night and day never quits
flowing recklessly in her own beat
positively....
knot sure
when...
where 'what'
went...
'why' was
erased...
as from
now...
thoughts that
were...
to end
this...
series of
words...
as a
sum....
of ideas
equating...
thee zero
function...
base value
that...
synchronizes time
manifestations...
as realities
here...
now gone
stans sand
Midnight's silent frames a deafness
The inner pulse beats its cadency
Synchronizes to the clock stillness
Mute the site like in the cemetery
Midnight creates a dull borderline
Between the preceding footprints
And the walkway of a future life
Through a hazy sky of wondering
To challenge the incoming reality
Doubtful dare new natural actions
The stunning events in the journey
Outline to get near the self-intention
However, to set up the goal too high
Midnight's vision couldn't comply
Relaxing to a rain song serenade
Which breaks the stillness of hot southern nights
Fat bullfrogs harmonize while crickets play
A melting moon drips waxy yellow light
The motion of the porch swing cools your sweat
It's rhythm synchronizes with fireflies
Romantic nights like these remove regrets
Because they seem to somehow hypnotize
And yet to you they may not sound unique
With rain song serenades and melting moon
Our breathless southern nights have a mystique
Tranquility sings such a peaceful tune
If you think southern nights are not your thing
Come spend one with me on my old porch swing
an original poem by Daniel Turner
ECSTASY
Ever-enchanted emotion in elation enjoying even in emptiness
Consciousness in cozy core cheers, challenges in charismatic chime
Slipping, sloping, sliding, sinking to serene sublime state,
Trying, tending to transcend tangling thoughts in rapture.
Attaining aplomb, absolving agony, absolute adrift
Silent soul senses, synchronizes with symphony of still solitude ,
Yet to yield your yearning on exultation.
06/29/16
ECSTASY Poetry Contest
Third Place
Sponsor John Hamilton
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The steal strings are struck,
pulling her body and soul taut then slack.
It's a loss of inhibition,
that she feels might not come back.
The metallic sound moves her body electric.
She spins round,
without touching the ground.
The cords pull at her muscles.
As the rhythm synchronizes with her pulse,
the Tune rings into her being.
She resonates.
With each bar the Tune surrounds her,
more and more.
Each line ties her more to this feeling,
closer and closer.
Entranced in its embrace, it fills her with flame.
In this moment, there are no worries or shame.
With her soul inspired,
She lets out what is to be desired.
It starts with the shake of her hips.
It passes up, and springs from her lips.
She begins to swing her writs.
A feeling that escapes with a twist.
With the sway of her hair,
You would wish you were there.
Her world spins around at 33 RPM,
As she sings along with her heroes.
The beat will carry on,
as long as she will ever know.
Like the beat of her heart,
until there is nothing left to perceive.
12/3/15
Her placid surface ripples with
undulating, hypnotic waves.
Yet, lost within Her depths' embrace,
lie the bodies of kings and slaves.
Exposing forgotten treasures,
cascading breakers seed the shore.
And hint at what lies still submerged,
deep within Her ebony core.
The Sea's a seductive siren;
luring fishermen and whalers.
And yet, She's far from submissive;
drowning impertinent sailors.
A potent brew of emotions,
is preserved in Her salty brine.
And many crave that elixir;
savoring Her bittersweet wine.
Her beauty lies just out of reach,
yet it's that allure men die for.
And it's said, time synchronizes
with Her tides as they wash ashore.
The sun shimmers resplendently on a calm sea,
It synchronizes with the glistening ripples;
Its graceful sways captivated the whole of me,
The sun shimmers resplendently on a calm sea.
Its fabulous dance completely makes me happy,
Its silver reflection on sea water tickles,
The sun shimmers resplendently on a calm sea,
Cradling my weary soul, giving hope that sparkles.
March 1, 2014 12.30am
It’s my first try of a triolet poem- 12 syllables per line. I hope I did it right. HAVE A HAPPY AND BLESSED 1ST DAY OF MARCH 2014. Wish you all the best! Big Hugs!
First Place
Contest: Impress Me with a small poem II
Judged: 3/5/14
Sponsor: Poet Giorgio V.
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