by S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri |
Categories:
humor,
Nida and Nazim, the newlyweds noticed the newmoon.
A big brown bat banished them from boon.
The hubby and wife headed back inside for their honeymoon.
The mystery of night brought them out again
Together in love nothing could scare them for long
Nocturnal sounds added to their curiosity
As they explored each other in passion's song
by Dalila Agtani |
Categories:
love,
KUBO
The “kubo” now complete and done
With all the spirits and blessings
Adorned and commends
All sights of beauty existing
No faults of structure than woodborer
Can ever be commented to dissuade
One night or two or month long
Of couplings and bliss
Under the moonlight moaning
Pure gold of love shared
Oh, I know and we know we care
So much perfect for honeymooners
That no one would dare
Put a footprint like “hasta la vista”
Terms:
Kubo- Filipino term for a hut, a small dwelling made up of local materials, generally constructed in the suburbs.
“Hasta la vista” Spanish term for see you later.
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
romantic love, vacation,
niagara roars
while double rainbows rising
honeymooners smile
posted on May 21, 2018
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
love, marriage, sexy,
AT SUMMER’S PEAK
Gold champagne and tipsy, the bride unbridled.
Round and round, she stirs with romance under the
moon and stars, a-swooshing. A wedding toast with
bubbles and giggling.
Sheets — warm, tired, impossibly wrinkled, burns her
cheeks at Summer’s peak. And his sweet and sexy
tongue, asleep with dreams, unaware and moaning,
calling out her name.
Honeymooners kiss as he wakes up lips and
neck and this and that. She obeys the rapture
blossoming again in her husband’s trellis —
breathlessly brimming.
8/11/2018
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
nostalgia,
Black and white television set
First one in the neighborhood
Rabbit ears adjusting the reception
Rotating dial to change channels
Kiddie cartoons and Roy Rogers
Weekly ritual of Saturday mornings
Much talked about Sunday nights
Ed Sullivan his prestigious guests
Staying up past our bedtime
Honeymooners and I Love Lucy
AP: 1st place 2022
Posted on March 9, 2020
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
flower, love,
“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature” Gerard De Nerval
THE SNOWY FIELDS
The honeymooners sleigh-shaped bed — a vase.
Arrange our starry souls, so sound awake.
O lovebird buds, fly free above our place —
Embrace the happiness of snow globe shakes.
The snowy fields of baby’s breath catch mine.
Its strong and downy spread of beauty soft.
O Winter glistens in my arms. The sign. . .
A million stars of love’s sweet light; the loft.
Date written - 10/23/2019
Writing Challenge, October, 2019 - Flower or Flowers -
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