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desire, dream, imagery, longing, romantic,
Dusk falls quickly on cerulean skies
Day morphs from ash of roses to sable
Our love's vision flashes before my eyes
Midnight romance, like an ancient fable
Charcoal sketches meander in my mind
While jasmine-absinthe incense is burning
it's smoke, evokes passions clearly defined
porcelain skin blushes with love's yearning
Obsidian-ebony eyes that gleam
pleading to quench needy soulful desire
beckoning me to unite in the dream
willingly, I rush to put out the fire
My mind's eye sees quivering crimson lips
As love drips from ivory fingertips
dark, deep, depression, lonely, sad love, suicide,
The freedom of life’s end without escape,
no place to elude the pain of despair.
So close was the notion of a black cape,
darkness to cover existence unfair.
The pain of love far more than life itself,
to bear in hapless sorrow of regret.
Lost in the false sense of my darkest self
tainted minds morbid reflections beset.
Dejected self with mindless thoughts adrift;
no lease of life to feel the next morrow.
I was chosen to live by natures gift
and find freedom from the fear of sorrow.
Restrained by realities painful wrath,
a search begins to find life’s righteous path.
8th October 2018
Link to song: https://soundcloud.com/user-194023024/no-escape
Let us embrace
like twilight kisses the sun goodnight.
Indulge in hues of scarlet, crimson and lilac,
until the salutation of stars .
In the nothingness of silence,
our souls will whisper sweet symphonies,
as we flow with sensual tones of night.
Tenderness of touch will compose a concerto,
along the nakedness of your innocence.
I will hold you like a violin,
feel smooth sensations of your strings.
Pulsate like a passionate pianist,
caressing silky ivory and satin ebony keys.
Upon the first scent of dawn,
I will watch your heart sigh,
as you lay breathless in my arms -
and become the nature of my poetry.
23 October 2019
humorous, nursery rhyme,
Jack and Jill went up the hill
With thoughts of making love
Jack hadn’t got a condom
So cut a finger off Jill’s glove
The glove was far too small for him
And it didn’t fit his todger
Now they are proud parents
Of a baby they called Rodger!
1st October 2016
Another poem written after being inspired by Ilene Bauer's poem three blind mic
emotions, lost love, passion,
Beneath the sunlit sky I see your face,
and in that moment you reveal your touch-
I feel the way you’ve mastered your embrace,
and through the night your passion is as such.
Above the twilit moon I need your kiss,
I beg of you to keep my secret safe-
For when away your fondness I do miss,
and as we said we need our tender faith.
The way the spark is lit beneath the sheets,
reveals the gentle ways you swiftly trace
my body like a sketch down to my feet,
for in your arms is where I leave my lace.
Before the Lord made man you loved me so-
But now it’s time for me to let you go.
October 21, 2016
analogy, lost love, love hurts,
she was a caterpillar,
i her cocoon
she was the music
i her dance
she was the rose
i her thorns
she was lost among the stars
i showed her the moon
i drifted like a tepid breeze
but she was lost in the storm
she was right
i was not wrong
she lit the fire
i burnt like hell
23 October 2018
He lays there in his own world
Living on memories of the past
life as it is now, is just existing,
memories, are remembered at last
No longer knows who I am
looking at me so scared.
As though I would do him harm
as I gently, help him feed
I know he remembers that I love him
when he forages within his heart’s pages
the word love, carved forever, by his little girl,
Even when he is in his rage, stages.*
Penned 15 October 2016
*the ravages of Altzheimer's Disease......living in the past....in a life full of stages.
absence, love, miss you, missing, night, romantic love, sad,
Skin like the morning, fresh with shimmering dew,
Cheeks flushed with ecstasy’s playful hue,
Under your soft gaze I quake,
Sweetly poised to break,
And then I
There I lie,
Joy fading to ache,
Tears tracing the wish I make,
Praying that the dawn might conjure you -
Skin like the morning, fresh with shimmering dew.
25 October 2018
For Andaree Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
love, rain, water,
I am not a rain dog
With my tail between my legs
Dying to run home in haste
Away from showers that gradually increase
And then come pounding heavily down
Like sheets of splintered pearly glass
I am not a loner
Who leads a wasted life
On doorsteps sharing aching pain
With others who live rough
Deprived of warmth and comfort
I am a lover
I inhale the smell
Enjoy the caressing feel
Of seductive teasing raindrops
They fall around
With sweetest sound
Passionate the call
16th October, 2014
Contest: "I do not know"
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
appreciation, forgiveness, love hurts,
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
Light crisp pastry
Silky smooth topping
Adorned with pastry leaves
Topped with swirls of white whipped cream.
I start drooling; it’s so tempting
Our spoons are poised ready to tuck in
Oh how I adore autumn harvest time!
For love of October Contest
Sponsor – Andrea Dietrich
September tries to convince herself,
Making pretend that she is really, truly,
A Summer month, albeit one of dying fire,
Holding at bay the chill of Autumn winds.
October plays temptress with her Duality;
Sun to warm the back of your flannel shirt,
With punkin' frosting nights, crisp and cold.
Air so clear it sears the throat like a glass of cider.
November comes dark, wet and gloomy.
An ancient harridan forced to bridal bed.
Chanting "fools, there's time before winter comes,
Still time enough for love."
December mutters in her sleep........
allegory, animal, change, cute, family, friendship love,
There once was a little mighty ant
Who was extravagant and arrogant
Known to be exorbitantly militant
She was so combatant and petulant
They nicknamed her My Commandant
One day she came across an elephant
Elegant and obviously dominant
She started on her typical rant
Then stopped and decided to recant
Both agreed it was all very insignificant
They chatted, it turned out the elephant
Was actually her aunt
Now the intolerant ant
Is cheerful and exuberant
And loves to chant
Submitted on October 20, 2018, for MID OCTOBER 2018 CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
and February 23, 2018, for contest MAKE ME LAUGH sponsored by Robert Haigh
Nigh are the chronicles through infant lens
that slowly fill its voluminous page;
and behold, all the world to its far ends
shall in time be your playground and your stage.
But for now we wait in last days careworn
a labour of love and new breath of life;
on this augur I'll welcome my firstborn
when in my keep I hold my son and wife!
Gift him the arts and mercies of good men,
make heard his voice over the bark of most
and not want for love or false praise ask - then
my boy, my son, I'll have no prouder boast.
To my unborn child for the longest while
this be the first step in the longest mile.
October brings us panoramic scenes
Picassoesque impressionistic style
From reds to browns and earth tones in between
When nature paints those landscapes that beguile
The helpful sun provides hot yellow paint
Which bleeds and blends from mountains to the seas
There are no signs that nature shows restraint
As hues are scattered by the autumn breeze
Yet with her madness comes a masterpiece
The reason for spring's jealousy of green
Before her creativity has ceased
Her orange and black spills on Halloween
October means peace, love, and harmony
Get with your friends, enjoy fall's scenery
By Daniel Turner October 3 2016
I love looking at pictures of you.
I stroke your hair, touch your check –
I even pat your nose and just grin.
Such sentimental heart peak
No better grin could seek.
I love looking at pictures of you.
My eyes glow looking into yours -
My fingers trace your sweet face.
Such tender sweetness flows.
No love has stronger glow.
On your pictures, I love to dwell
For since you were but a morsel
I have been your softest sell.
I love looking at pictures of you,
My baby sister love pastel.
October 30, 2016
Oh, whispering willow…
please lend me your weeping branch,
so that I may always cling to you-
Head on my forgotten pillow,
falling in the starving avalanche,
me, pretending we're not through.
Oh, whispering willow…
please lend your weeping tissue-
My hungry thirst, will you quench?
Me, pretending not to love you.
October 18, 2016
death, freedom, longing,
Open your hand, my love,
Scatter me, make me
Starlight on the breeze,
Dreams in the ether,
Photons in awe-spattered eyes.
For you are my breath now,
My heartbeat, my sight,
My hands, my life.
And me, I am dust...
Yearning for the wind.
So let me fly, my love,
Whirling, dancing and drifting
One last time.
Open your hand
And I will give you the only gift I have...
12 October 2018
For Lu Loo’s Free Verse Contest
butterfly, funny love,
Butterflies have the quietest wings
Defying the weight of their flutterings
Your red face has shown
What you did not want known
Your fight to keep them from escaping
Writing Challenge, October - Butterfly -
Sponsor, Dear heart - Wiishkobi Ode
emotions, longing, love, memory, missing you, passion, romantic,
Romanticism descends an unbridled staircase
stripped bare and unleashed,
passion in supple nudity
tiptoes down my spine,
burning in its yearning, softly unveiled …
tingling every naked nerve with a sudden surge
of electric longing and unmasked pulses of pang and pleasure.
October 11, 2019
*romanticism: romantic spirit or tendency*
family, history, pride, rose, tribute, women,
Great grandmother Rosa
And Mother Roseann
Daughter April Rose
Granddaughter Kayla Rose
Granddaughter Ella Rose
Love all my Roses
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posted on October 13, 2019
dream, lost love,
In the night I saw light,
it was you and we flew;
over the trees on the breeze,
till the 'morn was new borne;
and I kissed love abyss.
October 14, 2019
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1188-486-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the FFI Blog Series 28 - Leonine
Podium Place 1
death, devotion, life, marriage, time, true love,
It broke her heart
when Franco died
he’d been her life
he’d been her soul mate
wed over fifty years
For her Franco
she had a ritual
lit a candle every night
so he would know
how much she missed him
Today would be a special day
she felt it when she closed her eyes
wouldn’t be lighting any candle
she took her one last deep breath
set down the path to join her Franco
posted on October 20, 2019
Poet Destroyer A
adventure, caregiving, celebration, confusion, desire, feelings, funny, humor, identity, life, october,
Sweet and Sour hectic sign
Love me, trust me, the stars align
Balance of truth and dare
Good and Evil, full of care
Blind when it comes to blood line
death, flower, lost love, metaphor, red, rose, sad love,
Red velvet petals, only I, seduce,
With hidden danger under the disguise,
My fingers feeling shyly, I reduce,
Thorns sharpen, ready, waiting the unwise.
Before me, bleeding poison, I assume,
This flower withered, shriveled the entire,
A dark extracted substance, the perfume,
No beauty, only sorrow, I admire.
Withdrawn I wept lamenting the depart,
A rosebud, crimson, youthful, I erased,
A lifeless flower, never I impart,
nor taken with affection, I embraced.
Written by Kelly Deschler October 23rd, 2014