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If, my darling we dance again with memories
of smokey eyes from the scent of love that lingers
in thoughts of yesterday when dreams were found
in passionate moments unrestrained from the world
lost in wrapped limbs of illusion that watered
our flower's bloom in the meadow of our soul
where wings were found to carry us to shaded realms
of wondrous passions that coloured the rainbow
crossing the landscape of our hearts in glorious beauty
to meet a lover
yesterday was a stranger
we will meet again
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Love rang my heart where I rebuffed her advances, hoping to heighten the longing love felt despite my fickle indifference, complacency and obstination. Love walked away and stoutly locked her door hermetically. I rue my puerile procrastination...
Love slips into longing
hearts quiet, unheard, unseen
until it vanishes.
allegory, child, fantasy, love, science,
Zena hailed from the Zeta Reticula star system and she
was bored with the military’s handling of her. Day after day of
interrogations and discussions for weapons or space travel.
she yawned wondering if it was
to keep her in or them
Reason A. Poteet
holiday, husband, love, war, wife,
her heart's overwhelmed
as her Valentine returns
In cahoots with the local mailman, Airman Louis Patrillos hides out-of-sight as the postman returns the special valentine his wife had sent him. Then quickly Lou appears, announcing, "Honey, I'm Home!" just as she bursts into tears.
family, farm, grandfather, love, memory, nature,
In breaths of morning dawn the generations before would drift through my mind. A legacy of gold and silver in depths of the dawning rise and in a picture book of vivid yesteryears I would climb. From the feathered pillow to the creaking oak floor, across the hall to the kitchen where the steamy coffee I would pour. Drowning in my coffee gaze a sweet reflection of Grandpa's face, deep beneath the creamy clouds with one raised brow, hair silver brown.
through the aged window
upon the swaying wheat field
a songbird climbs
Anindya Mohan Tagore
age, love, romance,
( Experimental Haibun)
When love beckons, shall I follow?
You may say, " Why? Don't you have plenty? "
But, my dear, some corners are still empty.
Flowers from the bush have twinkled their eyes,
Others sprayed aromas and brought fire flies.
Allurements are many and varied their beauties -
Then, why shall I refrain from enjoying those cuties ...
Drenched in love, amidst
the orchids of rainforest -
Your face is all over
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
body, crush, december, emotions, how i feel, love, lust,
Her December skin
Now sweetly rests on my lips
Still taking my breath
Pale moonlit hours spent together
We conversed solely about matters of perfection,
about how it's only a state of one's perception
I didn't tell her then, now I wish I had
That the way her upper lip quivered
as she dug deeper into her soul
for answers to the questions her
body ached for her to ask
would be the very thing to do me in
Everyday now I beg for us to be snowed in
There are so many things I'd love to do with you
or to you...
First, make love to you
Second, make love to your soul
Third, give in to you
I'll lust no longer,
But surrender all I have
To always be yours
BEAUTY a haibun verse envelope
in the subtle scents of love-
as ego retreats
Beauty is something we see with individual eyes,only time can reveal imperfections of conceit.Deep within our soul resides attraction ,waiting,asleep yet longing to be aroused.Our need to be recognised,reciprocate and hold close.A certain something,intercourses between eyes,a novel read by a glance ,might last a lifetime.
across a room, looks
can indelibly imprint-
with love at first sight
Subhas Chandra Chakra
beauty, love, romance, seasons, spring, sweet love,
I hear from
a not so far distance
so erotic in
the ears of the buds
to open their eyes
with a smile
towards all around-
perhaps the chirps,
the sweet notes
of birds in the groves,
the colour on the
cheek of clouds
are all, that makes
it all, so obvious
that the moment-
the moment of
between the Earth
and the spring
has just arrived.
spring is going to plant
his first kiss
on her petal cheeks.
Genuine love adds value to lives that cherish, welcome, water, nurture, nourish it and furnish a conducive environment for its germination, growth and its development into a nugget that both lives require for its fuller realization and deployment in two hearts on fire, imbued with the right chemistry at the right time and in the right place.
Sublime love caresses
kisses, blesses, elevates
anxiety, heartbroken, life, lost love, mother, strength,
He left her to her own devices, alone and penniless, without an ounce of confidence. She was a broken woman, little more than a child, yet she was about to give birth. She had never felt more abandoned while tomorrow reserved a challenge she would need to meet head on.
she felt a new sway
looking up at the moon
Submitted on June 30, 2018, for contest ABANDON 2 sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI - RANKED 1ST
feelings, love, magic,
naïve and innocent
Unaccustomed to this attention
did he mean me? Am I the one?
Bad boy, wandering back into my
Making my daydreams crazy.
The familiar fearless soul dance as
The bad boy takes his naive victim hostage
breathless sensation, for silly reasons.
Putting myself in danger, but why?
M. L. Kiser
analogy, cat, dog, music, nature, pets, sound,
Cats and dogs favor a gentle guitar strumming softly while birds love the flute. Didgeridoos are charming, droning throats to charm and mesmerize a lion; their healing drones massage the air and soul. A soft, slow harmonica can draw squirrels, its way and bunnies sit in trance to a dulcimer’s soft rings.
Music hath its true
Charms, at the zoo or in the
betrayal, break up, first love, lost love, weather,
We fell in love, the way the leaves began to change. It was beautiful at first, changing together, dancing and falling wistfully to the ground. Autumn chills then winter cold set in and we covered peacefully in a film of white dust.
Spring came to thaw, and that's when
We started drowning.
Date: May 1, 2019
i miss you, lost love,
Knowing how this heart aches for love lost and coming to the realization of what is truly needed. Phone calls are forwarded and messages unanswered so in transit, headed home. Sorrows and apologies prepared before greetings while windshield wipers clear the sky’s tears. Soaked pant bottoms, leaving muddy shoe prints up the stairs, a bouquet of favorite, fresh flowers in hand...
Peer through the windows,
Nothing but pictureless walls,
Too little, too late.
Date: May 2, 2019
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Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
M. L. Kiser
animal, dog, love, pets, poems, poetry, spiritual,
Sometimes I look back at the best moments of my life; those happiest times when I was free to be myself. Many were at the park with my dog, magical times; communing with God, nature and my best pal, my dog Christie. We’d play ball till she tired; she’d lay down beside me, as I’d pray and meditate. In those moments nothing better existed; God made the dog because it loves unconditionally as He does.
dog’s Gods way of
giving that extra blessing-
"Hey, Write a Happy Haibun Poetry Contest"
body, butterfly, heart, love, romantic love, senses,
The world is spinning with the force of the universe as my heart lay open to its gravity and commotion of it. I'm racing to the winds of butterflies swirling in the cavity of my "self". Tis' not the sun but some inextricable divine torment of abundant light and heat that grace my flourishing sight and liberating breath. While you lay next to me to gift the connection to all that is well and good in me.
to cherish all that I behold
begets the glorious gratitude be
the guide of hearts to have and hold
devotion, emotions, happy, love, relationship, tribute, war,
Serving their country overseas at the cost of all they leave behind, the return home is a blessing putting an end to heartaches of worrisome months apart.
one foot on homeland
a first glimpse at loving wives
~ come the happy tears
Submitted on June 4, 2019 for contest HEY, WRITE A HAPPY HAIBUN sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER
M. L. Kiser
animal, cat, dog, music, nature, song, sound,
Cats and dogs favor a gentle guitar strumming softly while birds love the ethereal flute. Droning didgeridoos are charming, groaning throats, that can mesmerize a lion; their healing drones massage the air and soul. A soft, winding of harmonica can draw squirrels its way and bunnies sit in trance to a ringing dulcimer’s song.
music truly soothes
tranquilizes all beings-