I wore my leather jacket for the midnight crawl;
Howled a sonnet at the rising moon.
In a comedy of errors, let the engine stall;
Told my baby she’d be rescued soon.
I’m gonna rock like Romeo; roll your bones.
Gonna rock and roll with literary overtones.
I took an upstage lead with my soliloquy,
Emoting bold intentions, hand in glove,
Seducing her to be, or maybe not to be,
With soft iambic cadences of love.
I’m gonna rock like Hamlet; roll like old King Lear.
Gonna rock you as you like it then I’ll chug a beer.
I went about love’s labors with midsummer’s nerve;
Pledged sweet nothings without much ado.
Traced the upswept contour of her cashmere curve;
Went downstairs to tame her naughty shrew.
I’m gonna rock like Falstaff when the Wolfman howls,
His Elizabethan accent full of shifting vowels.
I’m gonna be the rebel at the high school dance;
Treat the merry wives of Windsor to a group romance.
Categories:
upswept, film, literature,
Form: Lyric
she roams cross the land her heart so bitter blue
leaving behind frosty morning dew
icy veil sadly unkept
laden woe upswept
she speechless
wept
left dreamless
numb regret windswept
no kind soul to intercept
cold bemoaning howling winds a clue
she roams cross the land her heart so bitter blue
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on January 22, 2023 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE - ANDAREE sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 3rd
and July 7, 2019 for contest VERSE A FAVOURED THEME sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted on May 1, 2018
Categories:
upswept, grief, howl, hurt, solitude,
Form: Rhyme
Lilies n’ roses of her vast plains
The soft caress of the sun’s rays
Briskly fondling her native torso
Frolickin’ kinky hairs of her loins
Her eyes, casements to nirvana
Gold n’ emeralds, glitters n awe
The ambiance of its divine self
These downy voluptuous buttocks
Its upswept succulent breasts
The cascading waters, the rains
The saccharine nectars of her lips
Her luscious piquant mouths,
Their lusty seductive manners
Her overly russet opulent pelt,
Often punctured with pore
The magnificence of her design
The hair on its head gracious
Her neck elegant, graceful
Pubics, the chasms, lairs n hills
The crests the bloom the pout
Her love her passion…her poison
Categories:
upswept, analogy,
Form: Verse
Notes in play may have you dancing up the staircase, gay.
Exhaling breaths of fascination with sighs along the way.
A sharp and minor taking turns now tripping up the scale
as your embrace upon her form leaves stars now shining pale.
Each twirl, each swirl, and upswept whirl a cosmic revolution
for in your arms your heart has found a brand new resolution.
That wayward leaf that once felt old now spins with joy anew.
This night has found the gold in you that’s burnished but for few.
Each breath inhaled finds gems exhaled that sparkle through the night.
Gold hewn words that need not question this gift that feels so right.
Breathe in the magic, which is this night, as the moon slides from your view.
Examine not but what you feel and savor, for you, what’s come due.
© Debra Squyres - 1/11/16
My reply to Mystic Rose’s poem “Breathe”
and for his contest to write a dance to go with his.
Quatrain… I hope !! It’s meant to be.
Categories:
upswept, dance, desire, destiny, magic,
Form: Quatrain
The fairest of all the roses
in the walled garden’s afternoon hush,
this blossom delicately poses,
making the other blooms blush,
In the walled garden’s afternoon hush,
while standing enticingly
making the other blooms blush,
is a beauty gazing at me.
While standing enticingly,
with her soft upswept auburn hair,
is a beauty gazing at me.
She answers this lonely man’s prayer!
With soft upswept auburn hair;
in her long flowing gown of white,
she answers this lonely man’s prayer,
making the garden grow bright.
In her long flowing gown of white,
this blossom delicately poses,
making the garden grow bright -
the fairest of all the roses!
For the George Dunlop Leslie Poetry Contest of Isaiah Zerbst
The Picture is called "In Walled Garden" See at this link: http://www.ebay.com/itm/GEORGE-DUNLOP-LESLIE-In-Walled-Garden-print-NEW-/190409030838
Categories:
upswept, beauty,
Form: Pantoum
All brides are lovely on their wedding day.
But she glows with her upswept auburn hair,
and her blue eyes sparkling under her veil.
He steps back and takes a mental snapshot.
He never wants to forget this moment.
She looks one last time at her reflection,
and with a deep breath, calmly takes his hand.
He has happily awaited this day,
and he has dreaded this day since her birth.
This father is filled with mixed emotions.
He smiles at his daughter with teary eyes.
She kisses his cheek as the music starts.
"Procession of Joy" echoes in his ears.
All eyes are fixed on the beautiful bride,
but his eyes watch his future son-in-law.
He looks closely for the groom's reaction.
The nervous groom radiates with true love ~
a smile of joy as sweat beads from his brow,
and Dad smiles knowing his daughter chose well.
A father could want nothing more than this.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Tenth place in Narratives contest
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 22, 2012
for Narrative Poetry Contest (Catie Lindsey)
Categories:
upswept, daughter, father, love, wedding,
Form: Narrative
Her dark hair, laced with silver strands,
cascaded once with sable glint,
then lost (with drifting of the sands
of time) the chasteness of its tint.
It still grows long, but she has kept
her dark hair laced with silver strands
pulled back, attractively upswept,
at times enwrapped in stylish bands.
She misses days of few demands,
the ragtop down, her locks wind-tossed.
Her dark hair laced with silver strands
reminds her now of all she's lost. . .
She combs it out in dying light
of dusk and dreams a lover's hands
were touching it this moon-streaked night -
her dark hair, laced with silver strands.
Categories:
upswept, dark, hair, sad, silver,
Form: Quatern
truly balanced
winged fluidity
upswept from curling wave
swirling to soar in savored grace
on a cushion of descant airs
sung at a surfing pace
What hand could stroke
with wetted brush
This flow of captured sight
what words could tell
to show this spell
of musical delight
This flash of chance
A passing glance
Caught and held
in memory's eye
slow dancing
more in
favored space
with incandescent
Flair
Categories:
upswept, music, nature,
Form: Free verse