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Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: appreciation, longing, love, ocean,

Uncharted Waters


An ocean tumbles through dreams of youIn depths unknown, I float aboveOh, how I long to dive beneath your surface, yet I am timid in matters of loveIf brave, I’d have shown you the whole of my gushing heart, no less than tides of bliss. Seeking depths unknown, I long to dive beneath your surface. Searching your eyes, I want for treasures lost on the ocean’s floor. The sun, like a gold coin, drops, splashing this face of regretI blush in secret thoughts of you and turn away from the endless shore. A swoop from seagulls catches the light of your smile and breaks the hush of late skyTurning away from the endless shore of regret, I blush. My lonely shore may flood, a wish to bathe in the caress of you grantedI shall break from fear, to brave a rolling river between us. Down current, I’ll swim until I reach your ocean of sparkling blues. I would drown in the waves of your uncharted watersGlorious would be death in the caress of you, your uncharted waters…glorious. Written, 1/18/2015, for Craig Cornish's Manassian Quintain Contest,


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: appreciation, art, inspirational, introspection, love, motivation, music,

Try

Try to live
Try to feel pain with no tears
Try to remember years past and often lost
Try, oh try to know life need not be cold as frost

Ear not the words of those proclaiming silence
Listen to the rhythmic melody; give voice to a new start
The world will follow when you sing from your heart
Believing in things that some may only try

Try, to see, the truth is musical to you and all of thee
Telling histories with music, as soothing as can be
When you sing, and when you inspire our romance
Ones on crutches, they too shall rise and dance

Try, I beg
To see as eye
Even the ear is lost in the sky
Purest of hearts, they never die

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Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: appreciation, romantic love, sensual, soulmate, spiritual, true love,

The Amorous Mystique



Can it be, into this world we are dropped from heavenly streams that have never stopped? With sweet hope gifted to our souls delight, oceans of love and its fiery desires; ladies so fair, we thank our keen eyesight and leap into romance hottest fires. Can it be, wonderment is our reward given for living in a world so hard? With love's soulmate waiting a heart to touch, deepest seas of hot sexual pleasures; daring to embrace and love very much this bountiful store, of life's great treasures. Can it be, that in life's short duration we go beyond mere infatuation? With deeper dreams that bless spirits in need, grant romantic nights of sweetest relief; birth greatest pleasures of harvested seeds fruited in soul's spiritual beliefs. Your questions asked with pulsing energy of lovers’ wonderland of synergy.. Gifts do flow from fountain to foundations of souls inspiring minds to understand; seductive passion’s yearning flirtations of red embers roused to lusty flames fanned. In awe you long to know love’s mysteries, untangling threads in tender reveries.. Of all the gold offered in sun’s rich rays Sol would be poor in the worth of our love; for never could there be more wealth of praise than for ambrosial taste from gods above. During this life as our lustrous hearts’ beat we can transcend mundane with love’s white heat.. Our physical plane of mortal being is heightened with intimate unity; body and soul in tantra foreseeing weaving love’s strands into eternity. Robert JLindley and Susan Ashley (a collaboration) July 31, 2018 ______________________________ *For the purpose of this collaboration, tantra represents the weaving of strands into a unified whole and liberation of energy and expansion of consciousness*


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: appreciation, beauty, loss, passion, romantic love,

Her Grace, Soft As The Silence Of Morn's Falling Dew


Her romantic letters, birth as heart pure and true supported deep vows we both swore to be held to. Her grace, soft as the silence of morn's falling dew with vows to keep hot passion of love that is new. Spring had brought this loving angel truly divine her beauty and purity no words could define. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. Nature spoke to her and she in turn gave away nuggets of its splendors, rich truths none can betray. As Heaven and Sky blessed her every foot fall she never said uttered a word needing recall. Her time on earth, gifted only goodness and light romancing her first love and precious was her sight. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts. Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. I read her yearning poetry each heartfelt verse and in her rapture was my being’s full immerse. Word-whispers from the page caressed me wispy thrill reminding me of days sweet gilt of daffodil and petals pink neath dream girl skies so soft, in sooth enchanting was the tender season of her youth. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts. Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. In quiet hush before sunrise our love was lush until aurora banished night in her gold rush of dawning tipsy in wine-stained heavens shinin’ desires spilled our lusty reds across horizon - a blaze of colors branding love’s intensity, time and space sparked by fired hearts’ electricity. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts. Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. Enlightened spirit from defeat of sorrow’s foe, her gift, in written verse of love, to set aglow a life of beauty echoing the words of love now distant in the skies with kindness up above when golden strings of sacred lust remain in thrills of woven love, entangled in a braid of frills. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts. Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. Her fragile throne of virtues goodness cast in gold beyond eternal love, angelic charms behold through mortal death returned to God’s celestial care to guide from heavens, words of wisdom in her prayer endowment of the past as lover’s hearts enlace with charms beyond life, she remains my saving grace. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts. Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. Robert JLindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren (a collaboration - unified in one poetic and indistinguishable voice.) October 2, 2018 _________________________ ~ Poem Of The Week ~ Week of October 7, 2018 It is an honor for me to share in this recognition with my gifted collaborators, Robert Lindley and Teppo Gren _________________________ Poet’s Note: it is once again, my wonderful pleasure to be able to contribute my verses to this lovely collaboration in fellowship with my esteemed and immensely talented friends Robert Lindley and Teppo GrenRobert, your initiation of this heartfelt poem and your invitation to compose with you and Teppo lead to a waterfall of inspiration upon reading your artistically beautiful, soulful and stirring versesThe shining light of your brilliant talent continues to lead the way and burns ever so brightlyYet again, Teppo, your golden verses are filled with beauty, emotion and imagery that leave me in awe of your poetic expertise and bountiful talentI am so fortunate to have the opportunity to continue to create splendid poetry with two such sensitive and artistic souls - thank you, dear Robert and Teppo, for another most delightful, creative and satisfying poetic experience.


Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: appreciation, love, poetry,

Caress My Soul Sweet Poet

Love's tend'rest touch, your gentle words reveal
Caress my soulsweet poet, with your verse
Write dulcet lullabies which make me feel
Secure, like infants held at breast to nurse

Turn tears of sadness into peaceful streams
Make whispered breezes whisk my strife away
Put passion in my fantasized daydreams
Paint troubles in to flowery bouquets

And even though I know they're not for me
I steal your soothing love just like a thief
This load I carry lightens suddenly
Because my broken heart has found relief

Your words are like a song, please sing to me
Sweet poet, how I love your poetry



   an original poem by Daniel Turner

 


Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: appreciation, how i feel, love,

Within Her Heart

Within her heart is where I wish to be
To dwell inside the garden of her soul
Where each soft heartbeat plays a symphony
And all around is beauty to behold

The sunshine of her love would keep me warm
My one desire, to take life's pain away
Consoling her when clouds of sadness form
Removing troubles of each stressful day

Should something cause her fragile heart to break
I'd gather up the pieces tenderly
With love I'd smooth the sharpness of heartache
Then put them back together carefully

Within her heart is where her beauty lies
Her love, the light that shines within her eyes



   original poem by Daniel Turner



Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: appreciation, nature, summer,

Summer Love Sonnet

What's not to love about a summer day?
Kissed by the sun, the warmth of its embrace
To feel the cleanse from sweat at work and play
While honeysuckle breezes cool my face

With hillsides blanketed in purple vetch
Magenta morning glories and light blues
Imagine all the butterflies they fetch
A scene to romance any poet's muse

But when it gets too hot, I seek the shade
Barefoot in clover 'neath tall sycamores
Or take a watermelon down to wade
A spring fed creek, to cool, while I explore

That evening, in the swing, I watch  fireflies
Then pray I wake to see one more sunrise 


   May 9 - 2018


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: appreciation, love,

Essence of love collaboration with Vijay Pandit

What is a man without the woman he loves, searching for his lady like lonesome doves. As his heart connects with the one he adores, his soul will yearn to meet upon any shores. When he comforts her mind with a loving grace and the love of his life begins to reign his space, nothing is ever the same, for she sets him aflame As the rhythm of her heart resonates his name. He will whisper romantic musings - so sweet, as her elegance makes his heart skip a beat. He'll soothe her pain with his gentleman like charm. Shelter her in his arms from those that cause harm. He hears the sound of every breath she takes, greeting with a pleasant smile as she awakes. Promising a day filled with heavenly dreams, embracing longingly as her happiness gleams. Promising to deliver, receiving messages she sent, he'll bring her the moon if that's what she meant. Sacrificing his life, gallantly to conquer every climb, searching for what she wants till the end of time. Through the window of her soul he explores deep, banishing all demons that cause her to weep. Polishes her heart to prevent it from rust, making sure his diamond does not collect dust. A real man loves with his soul, not eyes of lust. Shows her loyalty and builds a loving trust. He can see their unborn children in her eyes, as they embrace he knows where their future lies. Silent One collaboration with Vijay Pandit. 21 December 2017


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: appreciation, beautiful, desire, passion, romantic love, together,

All In All, True Magnificent Treasures Given



Luscious the fruits, beautiful under moonlit beams firmly planted roots, outstandingly hot, lush-sent dreams all in all, glorified visions, heavenly sent treasured deeply with rapture stored, sweet love-nights spent. Tender kissing bites, honeyed dessert offered free wonderful the flights, through blossoming forests of trees all in all, miracles were given, lost soul found in resplendent nights, covering soft virgin grounds! Gold fairy dusted, jeweled eyes sending bright smiles each promise trusted, an angel with no dark wiles all in all, true magnificent treasures given gracefully sent, in true-deep bliss, purely driven. Beneath plum skies starlight glistening in her eyes I see all I desire and I do fantasize - looking into her goddess blues, crystal gazing; of our wild delight to be forever blazing.. In Eden’s solitude we dance to soft sighs of waltzing wind-songs’ stirring verses promising love with lilting whispered melodies so inspiring my appetite for her wanton and untiring. Ancient woodland’s moon casts smitten luminescence breathtaking in beauty she outshines its presence ecstasy flows an intoxicating river inebriating essence in love’s deliver. Your vivacious beauty enhanced by golden rays illuminating your grace with a loving gaze with ardent reflection of my phantom desire to allow the pledge of love finally transpire. Two common souls released from infernal abyss to engage a rendezvous with heavenly bliss. Together our spirits soar to realms of delight, two lost souls united in the fading twilight. With a chapter closing in reverie’s accord we share a secret paradise of love’s award. All in all, wondrous senses of passion recall, from heart to soul we reminisce, as love is all. Robert JLindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren (a collaboration) August 26, 2018 _________________________ *Special note*: It is a tremendous honor for me to share in the wonderful recognition of ~ Poem Of The Day ~ on Tuesday, August 28,2018, with my gifted collaborators, Robert Lindley and Teppo Gren Robert, thank you for initiating this beautiful piece and inviting Teppo and I to collaborate with you.. Congratulations, my dear friends, Robert and TeppoTogether, we join as one voice with one searching soul. Poet’s note: I relished the creative opportunity to compose in this collaboration with my esteemed artistic friends in poetry, Robert Lindley and Teppo Gren Gentlemen, you inspire me with the depth and breadth of your poetic hearts and soulsMy dear friend Robert, as always, the beauty of your verses tantalize me and you intrigue my imagination with your sumptuous imagery of desire and romanceYour poetry truly sparkles with the brilliance of your poetic talents and soulful heartMy dear friend Teppo, your shining verses are filled with the inspired golden light of love, your gifted poetry is deep, stirring and beautifully expressive.Is an honor and a privilege for me to reach ever higher, striving for your higher standards, when writing with you bothThank you my wonderful friends, for the gift of your shining fellowship in the beautiful art of creating poetry.


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: appreciation, art, beautiful, love, nostalgia, passion, romance,

Her Grace, Soft As The Silence Of Morn's Falling Dew

Her Grace, Soft As The Silence Of Morn's Falling Dew
 
Her romantic letters, birth as heart pure and true 
supported deep vows we both swore to be held to.
Her grace, soft as the silence of morn's falling dew
with vows to keep hot passion of love that is new.
Spring had brought this loving angel truly divine
her beauty and purity no words could define.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Nature spoke to her and she in turn gave away
nuggets of its splendors, rich truths none can betray.
As Heaven and Sky blessed her every foot fall
she never said, uttered a word needing recall.
Her time on earth, gifted only goodness and light
romancing her first love and precious was her sight.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

I read her yearning poetry each heartfelt verse
and in her rapture was my being’s full immerse.
Word-whispers from the page caressed me wispy thrill
reminding me of days sweet gilt of daffodil
and petals pink neath dream girl skies so soft, in sooth
enchanting was the tender season of her youth.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

In quiet hush before sunrise our love was lush
until aurora banished night in her gold rush
of dawning tipsy in wine-stained heavens shinin’
desires spilled our lusty reds across horizon -
a blaze of colors branding love’s intensity, 
time and space sparked by fired hearts’ electricity.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Enlightened spirit from defeat of sorrow’s foe,
her gift, in written verse of love, to set aglow
a life of beauty echoing the words of love
now distant in the skies with kindness up above
when golden strings of sacred lust remain in thrills
of woven love, entangled in a braid of frills.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Her fragile throne of virtues goodness cast in gold
beyond eternal love, angelic charms behold
through mortal death returned to God’s celestial care
to guide from heavens, words of wisdom in her prayer
endowment of the past as lover’s hearts enlace
with charms beyond life, she remains my saving grace.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Robert JLindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren
(a collaboration - unified in one poetic and indistinguishable voice.)
October 2, 2018

Note- It is my great honor and deep pleasure to once again help compose and present this our heartfelt and romantic presentation of life, love and beautiful 
song and dance when in love with a goddess that stirs the smitten soul to shine and give thanks for its dear and sweet blessing.
Susan and Teppo, tho' it has taken a month to get this to completion, it has been a great joy to write and also discuss poetry with two such amazingly talented poetsI am truly and doubly blessed to have two such great friends and fantastic writing partners..


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: appreciation, devotion, emotions, happiness, love, passion, relationship,

Our Bliss At It's Purest We Loved Each Others Naked Sight

Our Bliss At It's Purest We Loved Each Others Naked Sight


When our love, its hottest and satisfying nights first begun
we each tried to give our all and not ever be outdone.
In that effort, soft showers of love-hearts began to pour
birthing swelling streams leading straight to paradise shores.
Within its spacious gardens, we walked in bliss, hand in hand
With our spirits singing, praise be this sweet rewarded land.

With eager hearts seeking, we sailed across heavenly blue seas
Tender love words speaking, we each wrote forever love pleas.

For precious are those diamond memories, deep their treasures
Never could such be destroyed, not those screaming pleasures!
Passion at its zenith, our burning desires at their greatest height
our bliss at its purest, we loved each other's naked sight.
O' the softness of your loving-heart and welcoming thighs
we felt heaven thanking it gifts, with both our contented sighs.

Those days are eternally burned, into this grateful soul
if time could us return, on that list we would both enroll.

Those  fledgling nights created so much more than simple heat
gave such passion never to be outshone, joined as 
one made complete
Caresses, of those soft showers remade this
broken woman into more
Bathed in your paradise, unfettered I can soar 
Joined as one, under the gentle gaze of the burning stars upon us
Lost in blissful moments 
all around us recedes to what once was
 
The beauty within our hearts had a rhythm wanted by all
With the strength of our bonds we answered loves call
 
Rich in memories, such wealth is written in soul 
and in mind
no other in any lifetime 
could compare to you I find
The heaven's can't contain the love that we two share
at the highest height of our passion none can compare  
Intense heat from our bodies is what gave those stars their light
Our bliss at its purest, we loved each others naked sight
 
My soul too will be eternally grateful for you my greatest love
as the stars and galaxies all rejoice over the love we share from above

______________________________________________________

A Robert JLindley and Brenda Chiri collaboration 
Rhyme, 8-31-2018

Note- My dear friend and wonderful co-author, truly a great pleasure composing this romantic piece with you and being amazed at the romantic depths and magnificent beauty of your versesYour passionate reply weds the path and rising level of love that grows within nights of heated, sensual pleasures that lovers oft remember as their most treasured gems!
Thank you my dear friend, for your friendship, and your composing with me..


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: appreciation, autumn, grave, grief, loss, love, missing you,

Season Of September



Sunlight falls in breezy dapples across your lichened stone, solace now I seek in chapel’s old yard while we’re alone. It brings my heart back, being here - love; that I remember, the autumn brings a tender tear season of September. Neath supple sways my prayerful praise I offer you a hymn; may dreams evergreen be always blessed to soulful brim. ...church bells black - they toll the hours mourning time since you’ve been gone. Losing you and laughter ours wrong side of Heaven I am on... Green leaves that sigh like grieving silk have not yet turned to red, memories sweet as mother’s milk will nurse through snows ahead. It brings my heart back, being here - love; that I remember, the autumn brings a tender tear season of September. Susan Ashley September 7, 2018


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, appreciation, autumn, beauty, love, seasons,

Lost To Autumn


I thrive for summer, dancing free,
     Yet, when autumn breathes a sigh -
          Whispers deep, that voice, to me,
     Shadows stretch to kiss goodbye
The nape of August, bound to die.

     Seems the seasons know us best,
          When we ache for change, it comes,
     Bright-adorned, October"s breast -
Crimsons, umbers, scarlets, plums,
     Shades cascade in countless sums.

          Still, what speaks to me the most -
     Sharp and keen, that mistral, fall,
Shoulders back a youthful ghost,
     Dressed as then, in passion's pall,
          Waiting, breathless, for her call..

     Then, as now, my heart so beat
For the hope to catch her gaze,
     'Twas only there I was complete,
          Lost within her wondrous ways..
     Lost to love.those autumn days.




~ 1st Place ~  in the "Bring On Fall" Poetry Contest, Francine Roberts, Judge & Sponsor.


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: appreciation, art, care, family, love, wife, wisdom,

In Such Intense Flames, An Eternity May Be Born

In Such Intense Flames, An Eternity May Be Born

Hold your dreams, bind them with rainbow beams
tumble sweetly and let heart's passion arise
sow the seeds that love gives passion's great might
that Life and Love both gift oft in joyful surprise.

With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.

Embrace those blessings that truest romance bestows
caress them with care and taste their honey sweet
let spring forth, memories that forever shall live
for gems of purest love, never suffer indignant defeat.

With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.

Chase your heart's desire, revel in its glorious touch
kindle such heat, stoke fantasy and its hottest of fires
for in such intense flames, an eternity may be born
even after glow of passion's saddest of funeral pyres.

With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.

Robert JLindley , 10-14-2018
Rhyme, ( Looking Back, Ages Ago)

Poet's Note- Dedicated to my great friend and writing partner, Susan Ashley

Inspired by and composed after my reading of Susan Ashley's superbly crafted new poem titled, The Glory Of The Eastern EdgeThank you dear friend for  seeding this burst of early morn writing
This revisiting of the romantic imaginations of my youth-  reminds me now of the immense love and great blessings of my beloved wife Riza and the most cherished blessing of our beloved son Justin.
What once was lost, much later has been found..


Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: appreciation, beauty, devotion, emotions, feelings, first love, passion,

A Tomb of Ancient Bloom

Take me to the place where the aromatic fragrance
threatens to envelop our obelisks glorifying death;
to the place where the seraphim of old long to steal your breath
only to resurrect you again,
because they adore your shell-shocked epiphany.
The twinkle of wisteria eyes that say star-struck goodbyes to winters long overdue.
Take me to some place new, yet still lingers with the scent of timeless truths.
Can you whisper epigrams in my ears yet still retain your sunflower youth?

And can such a place even exist..
where I am me and you are you.
Is this dream of ours only a selfish wish?
Where our heart's desires
will never transpire,
but only take cues from Lazarus,
coming into our own like lilac lust.

I am told there is a beautiful gate
that leads to this tomb of ancient bloom.
Will you let me nourish this timid trust
and receive this skeleton key that dreams of wearing skin -
and if not now, of this would-be genesis.when?

Please don't tease with someday soon,
but let these tumblers unhinge like zealous zephyr.
I know it will be all that you asked.
I know it will be, for my soul spoke so earnestly: give it a chance.

So won't you carve upon this granite heart
that longs for the easy rain of your embrace.
Etch upon these alabaster walls with love's italic hand,
the seven lettered splendor known unabashedly as FREEDOM.

Let it be the only thing
the angels care to dream,
when imagining eternity.

Let none atone
the only thing
set in stone.



Written February 15th, 2016.
Entered in the contest A Tomb of Ancient Bloom hosted by Justin Bordner.

Chosen Poem of the Day on February 17th, 2016

Placed First


Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: appreciation, i love you, inspirational, perspective,

Warts and all

Warts and all

She made a mistake 
when she kissed  a toad
No castle or carriage 
She chose a rough road
He had a few warts
he wasn't debonair or cool
Others scoffed and they laughed
But our toad wasn't a fool

For love was a potion
He knew she believed
He tried so very hard
With his heart he achieved
For she was so lovely
So caring and serene
concerned only with his heart
Not the places he'd been

It wasn't very easy 
it was in fact it was tough
to be in love with a princess
and have less than enough
But she never complained
Not a whimper or cry
She said he was amazing
He was her special guy

So he worked night and day
from the inside he grew
he became all he could be
the Prince that she knew
Yes they found their happy
Him kind and never a jerk
Love indeed conquers all
with a smidgen of hard work

Together they built castles
chariots and other things
Traveled on positive thoughts
and the gifts that love brings
So if you see a toad smiling
know that that toad is just me
a kiss from my princess
thankfully set me free










Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: appreciation, love, relationship, women,

To Speak Of Women


Men..
  Giving advice to OTHER men, on women
    That's funny.ironic "funny", I mean, (though I did chuckle)
      As if ANY man ever had a clue what women are about..
        But, I suppose, I have learned a few things

Very painfully learned..
  But NOTHING is absolute with women.nothing is empirical
    So, I won't call my tidbits "advice", but rather "observations"..
      That's as close as I can come, (or ANY man that I know, for that matter)
        OK, here goes - Firstly, LISTEN.REALLY listen to her

That is, for me, the key to any relationship
  But if you really listen and respond with care to what a woman is saying
    Then you're off to a good start
      HONESTY..
        We all tell little lies at times, for the sake of kindness

But strive to be forthright and true, always
  Or it will shatter the bridge before it's barely built.
    MAKE HER LAUGH..
      A sense of humor will take you a very long way with most females
        And it doesn't hurt your OWN well-being, either

To be positive, up-beat, happy, and funny.
  ROMANCE..
    Yes, the old-fashioned, hold-the-door-and-lay-down-the-coat romantic
      (Unless she doesn't LIKE that sort of behavior, of course).
        Attention to little romantic details like your anniversaries..

I mean anniversaries for EVERYTHING
  The day you met, the day you first said "I love you"
    The day you kissed, held hands, met her best friend, went to a concert
      Every little special moment you can remember..
        The moments that put that "Awwww!!" look on her face

Flowers, chocolates, a four-leaf clover.be creative.
  WORDS..
    Be careful with your words.they hear EVERYthing
      And they remember every little promise and special comment
        Even though YOU may not think of it the same way.

Find her likes and dislikes, and write them down, if you have to.
  PDA's - just DO it!
    Hold her hand in public, don't walk in front of her but beside her
      Brush the hair from her eyes, give her quick, romantic kisses
        Little through-the-day massages of her back or shoulders.

Avoid looking at other women at all costs!
  Be valiant and chivalrous, and cook her dinner sometimes
    Ask her how her day was..
      Tell her how beautiful she is and compliment her
        NOTICE the little changes she makes in her clothes and jewelry

Discover her dreams and make them yours
  Leave your arm around her, even if it falls asleep
    Know the details of her childhood..
      Don't kiss her ONLY when you want to be intimate
        * MAKE LOVE to her, don't just "have sex" *

Don't be satisfied until SHE is, (and learn how to nibble)
  Learn how to have mutual climax, (you'll thank me) 
    Learn the special places on her body that make her crazy
      (Nape of her neck, behind her knee, her ear, under her arm, palm of her
        Hand, dimples on her back, inside her thigh.there are MORE!)

Find those places and make love to them with your hands and mouth..
  Tenderly.write naughty words there in cursive with your fingertips
    Make pleasing her in bed your most important job!
      LEARN what she likes and doesn't like, and be attentive to it ALL
        Learn how she likes to kiss, and do it for hours

Kiss her everywhere.and savor every inch
  Kiss her with some of her hair between your mouths
    Kiss her upside-down, (trust me.it's amazing!)
      Taste her like she's the most delectable, expensive candy you've ever had
        And then share it with her.in a kiss

NEVER let her go to bed or say goodnight ANGRY or unsatisfied
  Find out what makes up her "Knight in Shining Armor", and BE it
    DONOTCHEATEVER..
      If you can't be faithful, you should not be with her.period.
        Jeremy Piven once said, "The Fidelity Bank and Trust is a tough creditor,

"If you make a deposit somewhere else, they close your account.FOREVER!"
  Learn itRemember itLIVE by it.
    Make her smile.make it be your smile.
      Love her fearlessly, proudly, honestly, loyally, and DEEPLY.
        Dance with her at unusual times.even if there's no music or dance floor

BE CLEAN, take care of yourself, wear what she likes to see on you
  Be polite and caring, and make sure others RESPECT her
    Always, always make her the most important thing in your life
      And make sure she FEELS that way
        Don't be possessive, but be protective

Don't be forceful, but be assertive
  Don't be angry, but be passionate
    Don't be weak, but be tender
      Don't be crass, but be sensual
        Don't act stupid, but make her feel intelligent

Don't act like a loser, but let her win
  Don't act indecisive, but let her choose
    Don't act foolish, but let her guide you
      And most of all..
        Treat her like the princess or queen that she DESERVES to be!

I know this isn't everything, but it's a good start
  Besides, I'm still learning..
    And NO ONE will ever learn it all..
      Such is the sublime and wondrous enigma called WOMAN..
        And we wouldn't have it any other way.




* I just wrote this entire poem for the "Men Your Advice To Another Man On Females" Poetry Contest, and then remembered it was for RHYME only! Such are the wages of growing old, lolUgh! *


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: appreciation, beautiful, life, love, music, romance, song,

We Found Paradise, Its Valleys Wide And Soft Green

We Found Paradise, Its Valleys Wide And Soft Green

When your heart sang to this downtrodden and lost man
singing birds stopped singing to hear that melody;
I was broken, walking through life without a plan
if sorrows were a joke, I was their parody.
Your kiss, healed aching pains, misery's deepest pits
before, living was raging hell, a sad lost cause,
blows falling, longer they came, harder their swift hits
life had been torment, day and night without a pause.

My darling, your gentle touch cast darkness away
dawn's sweet songs began to enter this renewed heart
each singing note, romantic blessing sent my way
we had love and life, beauty at each magic start.
Each moment a dance, a waltz that was heaven sent
I joyous prisoner of my Amazon queen;
all my mistakes, this soul did so gladly repent
we found paradise, its valleys wide and soft green.

No bars needed, love cast its beloved spell
each night this appreciative heart sang anew,
you are the rarest pearl, I your protective shell
with you by my side, gifting bliss long overdue.
In dreams, we see our future, its wondrous treasures
dance floors of solid gold, you the belle of the ball
my fantasy queen giving love's joyous pleasures
of my life before you, I now have no recall.

7-04-2018
Rhyme

Written for Teppo Gren's -- Evergreens # 4 Cilla Black Poetry Contest
Inspired by all three wonderful songs...



Poem Details | by sidney dugan |
Categories: appreciation, beautiful, beauty, how i feel, love,

Have I Ever Told You

Lyric


Have I ever told you

Have I ever told you that I love you
Have I told you just how much I care
Have I ever told you 
 when I am with you darling
The power of bliss and joy is everywhere

Have I told you how my heart is yearning
To feel you here within my sweet embrace
Have I ever told you
That whenever I am with you
I melt within your beauty and your grace

I look at you and feel such joy within me
You smile at me and everything feels grand
Have ever I told you 
When you are with me Darling
A feeling comes that I don’t understand

I know that there will never be another
Could fill my heart with love the way you do
My darling let me tell you
You’re all I ever live for
I love you with a love so pure and true.

Have I told you that each night when I am sleeping
Your image haunts my dreams and gives me bliss
You make me feel so happy
Every moment I am with you
You mesmerize me, dear, I tell you this


Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: appreciation, blessing, courage, desire, passion, philosophy,

OUR LOVE

(Groom speaks...)
In this world are things to contemplate.
Therefore, life can be complicated.
Stairs we must climb to overcome conflict.
Heaven is an open door of realities.
As my adoration of you is metaphoric, 
I am blessed that you feel the same.
We are together as one.
Our passion flows.
Our ardor is aglow.

(Bride speaks...)
In this life are confrontations.
We must address our demons to form our inner being.
Nothing is more than the characteristic of self-worth.
I see yours darling and it is me.
May I be shallow in the passion I feel?
I adore you.
I am yours.
Let’s share this with the world.

(Groom speaks...)
I asked you to marry me.
You said yes.
My head start spinning.
I felt the depth in my chest.
Our marriage vows have been written.
Our big day has come.
I am your man.
You are my woman.

(The Groom says his written vows.…)
Complicated the world may be.
Our time together will be cherished by the passion we feel.
You are my paradise and my sunshine.
I am yours until the end of time.
Our life, as one, is intertwine with all aspects.
As a tree grows, so does our lust.
As a river flows, so does our thirst.
As a meadow brooks the crows, so does our fascination accept our conundrums.
I will ardor you forever.

(The Bride says her written vows.…)
Complicated the world is.
Our time together we cherish.
You are my sunshine and my paradise.
I am yours until the end of time.
Our life, as one, interweaves.
Life aspects will challenge each.
Our fervor defeats all our troubles.
As landscape flourish, so does our lust.
As lea bravado, so does our thirst.
As a meadow brooks the crows, so does our infatuation withstand any rival.
Our ardor is dominance.
Our ardor is exuberance.

(Bride speaks...)
I adore you my man!

(Groom speaks...)
And I, adore you my woman!

(Music continues to play in the background until the symphony ends.)
_____________________________________________________________|
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 04, 2014!


Poem Details | by Pandita Sanchez |
Categories: appreciation, hero, love, mother,

Unsung Hero - My Mom

Unsung Hero – My Mom


My Mom has always been unassuming, never flashy,
But her name deserves to be up in bright neon lights.
My magnificent Mom, Olegaria, is my hero!
In her eyes, no one is a zero,
And she is a blessing to all who crosses her path.
Successfully raising her own five children,
She also helped to raise all the stray children in her neighborhood.
Her guiding motto is “You can’t believe in God and
Not care about others - whether it is people, plants, or animals.”

An extraordinary human being, generous to a fault,
She would give her last slice of bread
To anyone who needed to be fed.
Nothing, including her time, is too good or too precious 
To share with family, friends, and even strangers.
Often she’d sacrifice her own happiness,
If it meant that others would be happy.

While Mamacita is very humble, forgiving, and non-judgmental,
She is nobody’s fool and can be a fierce lioness, 
Quick to defend her values and those she loves.
Caring mothers like her are especially rare today,
And should be declared national treasures.
Because of her powerful influence and the solid values she instilled,
I am a stronger, kinder, more conscientious, and better person.

My Mom helped me to see life in a more positive
And compassionate way – to treat people 
How I would like to be treated.
Even though she is not a regular church-goer,
She prays several times daily and her home is her altar.
I thank God every day for blessing me with this wonderful mother,
And for her continued presence in my life.
Mom, you will always be my hero!


07-30-2014

Contest:      Tell Us About Your Mom (12-28-2015)
Sponsor:     Judy Konos
Placement:  1st

Contest:      Unsung Hero (07-31-2014)
Sponsor:     Carol Eastman
Placement:  1st


Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: appreciation, forgiveness, love hurts,

An Unpaid Debt

With less tomorrows than I've yesterdays
In looking back I have but one regret
Before that last tomorrow fades away
I wish that I could pay an unpaid debt

Back to a summer day so long ago
How frivolous we were with innocence
Two kids in love and way too young to know
Decisions made in haste have consequence

In tenderness I'd kiss away her tears
I'd tell her I am sorry for her pain
Give back the love I'd carried all those years
Convince her that her gift was not in vain

I'd ask for her forgiveness on my knees
Tears of contrition I would surely weep
Then thank her for life's sweetest memory
And with her blessing peacefully I'd sleep


  October 10 2016


Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: appreciation, dad, father, love, missing,

My Father, My Dad

My voice is weak, my hand falters
As I attempt to speak of my Father.
Each night sleep takes me, then truth awakes me –
My Dad is gone, now dead.
My heart hears this from my head.
Wrapped in numbness, walking in nothingness,
I search for his presence.

The chain’s now broken, its brightest link gone.
My Dad was security and so mentally strong.
His mind quick, his wit sharp,
He always inspired my young heart.
Pleasing my Father was to lasso the sun.
In him my pride was first begun.

I picture his hands, legs and arms –
My protector from harm;
Wisdom was his voice, comforting his every choice,
Willpower his motto, sureness his step.
He was a man of incredible depth.
Knowing I am my Father’s daughter is a thought to be tenderly kept.
His final, “I love you” words, the most emotion I’ve heard yet.

I will miss you, Daddy.
Now and forever, naught will I forget.
I’ll see you each sunrise,
Mourn you each sunset.
Images crash around me, I’d have it no other way
Than your memory with me each and every day.



..CayCay Jennings
January 1, 2016


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, appreciation, beauty, earth, imagination, inspirational, love,

Little Glistening Salmon

“Momma… what are those lights up there?” “Those are salmon fish, glistening in the sky…” … She begs to understand your fears, your passions, your pursuits She is down on her knees, and you above Feeling the tears drip from the heavenly precipice… She wants to catch them in her eye And truly… see And she does see….far off…beyond the shade, Beyond every single worry river… Two pairs of eyes across the way Glistening with perception, set upon a face so serene… A warrior stance of their own, the eyes gaze… She is both torn and joyous to meet them, And had she dared to look away, the cares would flee And thoughts would spew faster than the rapids… Where the salmon skid upon the rock… Only to be grabbed and mauled by the world Those eyes reveal a face…a mind so sharp, yet loving Unraveling a heart that could bear the strongest boulders Hurling them higher than the moon… Watch! Little glistening salmon fish floating in space Her giggles would make you smile, The lights in her eyes would melt you and shape you Her and your heart you would both hold so close In almost an innocent embrace Then, suddenly, in that moment, a newness would emerge Something deeper than anyone has ever imagined to feel Not two—but one would understand For one you would become Yet… there are so many questions she longs to ask you So many…yet does she carry those answers? Are they written upon the skies? In the trees…or the bustling breeze? In the small recesses of a child’s imagination? …. “Why do the salmon float in space, Mamma?” Her hand squeezes the child’s palm affectionately… “Because his love for her was so great…that he lifted the greatest, strongest boulders from the creeks…the salmon would skid upon the rocks only to be met by the great paws of the bears…but before they were caught and devoured by the hungry creatures of this world, the Great Warrior with eyes of justice hurled all of them toward the moon just to see her smile… the stars you see…are the fish that are free!”


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: appreciation, humanity, love, wisdom, woman, women,

Fairer, Indeed

WOMEN..

Truly amaze me..
They possess the super-human

Strength to birth a child - one of
The most painful and demanding
Feats of endurance known to our
Species - yet they have the
Self-confidence to be meek and

Tender, with the gentle and sweet
Fortitude needed for motherhood..
They have the extraordinary insight
To look into your eyes and know
What you're feeling.they can be

Completely confident in who they
Are, and yet totally vulnerable in
Who they want to be.they can
Have the strength of ten men in
Bearing young, and the sexuality to

Bring a hundred men to their knees..
They are at one moment the most
Simple creatures in their need for
Love, and at the next so complicated
That they are unfathomable..

They can be the most loving and
Accepting people you've ever
Known, or the most frighteningly
Fierce and formidable foes
Imaginable.they can lay bare

Their soul before you and give it
Up with passion, or build walls so
Strong that nothing but time can
Bring them down.they can let
You believe, in their confidence,

That you are the strongest being
Alive, or remind you that the very
Fires of Hell are at their beck-and-call..
They are EACH and ALL an amazing
Creation of utter perfection and

Grace, and like brittle snowflakes,
Uniquely wondrous and different
In every way, at one moment a
Mystery beyond comprehension,
And at the next, the most delightfully

Familiar soul you've ever encountered..
Their tears flow as freely as their
Laughter, and they are as spiritual as
They are sensible.they measure
Their own elegance by how they

Feel INSIDE.about themselves.
They are at once outspoken and
Demure.they may need to be
Held and told everything will be
Alright, or they may need to take

The lead and be honored.they
May want to hear about your
Wildest dreams, or need you to
Really LISTEN to how they feel..
They may want YOU to take control

And show them your deepest desires,
Or they may need to have their
Every wish fulfilled.they may want
You to be endlessly mysterious, then
Lay bare your broken spirit on the

Altar of their passionA woman may
Want to look perfect, with every hair
And detail in place, or she may run wild
Through the rain.she may share the
Fires of her deepest lust and desires,

Or she may make you feel the cold
Regard of her wrath.she may want
You to be firm and forward, and then
Desire only tenderness and care..
She may cry at your funniest joke,

Or laugh at your saddest story, and
Expect you to understand.she
May howl at the moon in madness,
Yet require you to keep her sane..
She may endear you with her ferocity,

Then frighten you with her kindness.
She may love you more in her anger
Than she ever could in her joy, or
Adore you for your carelessness,
Yet despise you for your attention.

A woman is the perfect vessel and
The ultimate contradiction, on
The pedestal one moment, and
At your feet the nextTheir bodies
Are warm and cold, salty and sweet,

Rough and smooth, with hidden
Wonders and responses all their own,
First trembling at your lightest touch,
Then needing the firm press of flesh,
Every soft inch a sublime adventure,

Every subtle curve a joy.but
Their minds are keen and as
Sharp-edged as any razor.they
Can cut you with their words and
Their stare, then leave you bleeding..

They are elation and anger, vigor
And vulnerability, coyness and
Carnality.in a moment they
Can drag you through hell, or carry
You to heaven.they can be angel

Or demon, mother or daughter,
Temptress or torturer.they can
Make you the king of their heart,
Or remind you of your absolute
Insignificance.they are told from

Birth that they are inferior to men -
Weaker, softer, more fragile - yet
Despite that they are more determined,
More durable, more wise, more
Diligent, more deft, more caring,

More tenacious, more hard-working,
And more intuitive, than most three
Men put together.they can be
Great moms or be great boxers..
They can be successful professionals

Or stay-at-home wives, they can
Do most jobs as well as any man,
And do a hundred other things that
Many men are never even taught!
They can teach, fight, love, paint,

Play drums, be weightlifters,
Ballerinas, truck drivers, nurses,
Army sergeants, cooks, seamstresses,
Basketball players, florists, pharmacists,
Doctors, lawyers.women can

Wear dresses or they can wear work
Pants, they can wear toe shoes or
They can wear hockey skates,
They can wear ponytails or they
Can wear hard hats, they can wear

Steel-toed boots or they can wear
Stilettos, they can wear overalls
Or miniskirtsI believe that one
Of the primary reasons that they
Have been marginalized for so

Many centuries, is that men knew
That if women ever DID start doing
The things that men have always done,
Everyone would find out that women
Were BETTER at 99% of those things,

And would start demanding equal pay
And equal rights! That is starting to
Come to pass, and I think it scares
Many men.women are told their
Whole lives what they CAN'T do, yet

They spend their whole lives doing
Things that many men are incapable
Of, things that men don't care to
Do or want to do or have to do..
Men are intent on making a living,

Yet women are what we live FOR..
Women have forever lived in the
Shadow of men, but men would
HAVE no shadow without the
Sunlight that women shine on our

Lives.if Woman really WAS made
After Man, it's because the Creator
Didn't get human beings right the
First time, and perfected the species
With the female version.and most

Of all, no matter how much you
Learn about them, or how much
You may know of all these things
I've touched on, or how much you
Listen and absorb what they tell

You about themselves, you will
Never, ever, EVER, understand them..
Yet there is absolutely NOTHING in
Heaven or earth, that is as wonderfully
Sexy and sublime, entertaining and

Enticing, intently intense, or
Imperfectly perfect, as..

WOMEN


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: appreciation, art, imagery, love, passion, sexy, symbolism,

Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies

Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies

Are memories really just our souls leaving
in clouds of shimmering hot mists.
And what of love and all that hot heaving
or stored memories on lustful lists!

Can the mind create truth from mere dregs
women so beautiful your brain cries.
All curves, graceful long ,long sexy legs
wrapped in honey of her naked pies!

Alas! Say it tis not a treasure imagined
what of the deep sensations of bliss?
Or her choice of lingerie in latest fashion
epic thrill of that greatest ever kiss?

Slay me now, if my treasures are not real.
I want no world devoid of that hot night's thrill.

R.JLindley
June 6th, 1983

Sonnet, on my terms...

Note_  Too hot, was deleted, graphic
details of that first night and ******** *** ************


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: appreciation, dedication, i love you, inspirational, love, passion, sky,

The Sun

An ethereal warmth, I once attain
A grasp of peace to grace the rain
With every drop, a fervent bliss, 
A smile, a godsend from your lips

I shall meet you there,
In the poet's dream
In an evergreen forest
By a laughing stream 
Remembering every life we lived,
Admitting every grief we grieved 
Each vision beaming, melting true,
To the weeping sky, bursting blue
I will not hold you to just a thought 
To a frivolous muse illusion begot

I will hold you in my love, real as can be
I will wake to you, the sun, rested and free

-To Jack Ellison, my much needed sunshine
Thank you for inspiring me!


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: appreciation, hope, love, wisdom,

Beggars Can't


I am faceless

Tattered by actuality

Heart thrumming in my ears

Blind to prospects

Voiceless.soundless


Yet I scream, mute

Face to the sky, I wail like a fiend

Hailing the heavens like a forsaken angel

Above, the sucking expanse

A mocking roar of silence that drips, somber


And bleaches my bones black.indelible.

Of those most dear, I brood

Ever-near, in my visceralities

The joy and regard that but their mention imbues

Sings through my blood like a brand


And buoys my spirit, steadfast.

They ARE my heart, after all

My essence.my worth

Is this longing, then, but folly?

Should it NOT be the spur of my marrow


To hope for a shard's requital.in love?

In tender, affectionate intent?

Or even in, dare say, (desperate).pity?

Even that, I'd surely embrace..

Oh, yes.even that.




* SECOND PLACE in the "Any Poem Won In A Contest In November" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor*

* FIRST PLACE in the "Contest Number 355" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor**


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: appreciation, dedication, deep, love, sea,

Love

Love, Is that a word, Or the foundation of all mountains of speeches? Is love a whisper or an ejaculation? A prayer, or a plea? Why is it that love crescendos off the tongue Like caramel in symphony? Why does it melt me, As if by heaven God made me an iceberg, To later fall in the heat of destiny like my enemies? Love, Is it woman, Man? Is it the softness of your hand, Or the coarse scratch against a rocky sand? You say you love me so simply, genuinely What is it my mind cannot comprehend, As my eyes zoom in to your wanting lips, The almost anticipated sound saintly slips Love, A fraction to my experience, And a lifetime left of its dark and intimate peaks In these mountains of words, How does one sleep? How shall we rest willingly in the dangerous unknown, With you and I alone? Love, I love you too. How can I not when all of its footprints lead back to you? Love is as simple as the word yearning on your mouth As deep as the dark, undiscovered creatures of the sea Though, most of all, As far as I dare feel and see, As simple as it sounds, And God must well agree, Love is you and me


Poem Details | by Pailey Gordon |
Categories: 9th grade, appreciation, love, self, teen,

Dancing in The Mirror

as i am dancing around my tiny bathroom, in my short shorts

i stop for just a fraction of a moment to look in the mirror
i see my reflection staring right back at me

i look closer...

i see how my eyes are as blue as the deep, lovely oceans of Neptune 

i see how my smile is like a light bulb that illuminates a room with the flip of one little switch

i see my stature, i see how it is almost like a flower just sprouting and learning to grow

i see how in the inside of my inner thighs have stretch marks that are rippled like the sea waves on a sandy beach shore

i smile...
and i start to notice all the beautiful little things about me
and i noticed how they combined to make a exquisite masterpiece
as i sit there i wonder why it took me so long to finally think this way about this perfect creation
but it doesn't matter
because now is the time to turn it around
and find self love

i back away from the mirror

and i start dancing

~4-3-18~