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if my love for you was any greater
the trees would  line up in poetic forms
...awe you in sonnets written...
...part...to allow winds to cool your face...
 to trace it with natures hand.


all the oxygen that covers all the waters rise,
supercharge the breath of my emotion.

mountains would melt, shed their peaks like tears of joy.

even the arid deserts serve up fruits, 
their prickly pears peeled on a platter.

sunset would pause and sunrise hurry...
...exist in a paradox to herald your presence.

petals would climb their stems 
regroup to bloom again.

butterflies re-cocoon 
emerge as glorious fairies 
for all children to adore.

the skies would willingly 
shape, etch,  paint,  
frame my exuberance.


the planet would swell,
the galaxies expand.

in the endless depth 
of my singular love 
i hold you dear,
safely contain you 
in my admiring smile,

for now,

forevermore.




16~10~2014
Sponsor: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Contest Name: Your Most Romantic Poem of 2014  

A
fine
Parrot Tulip
in vibrant intensities 
with unique undertones
of green acquirable only in a 
few forestsA ruby red swirls within 
its petals beckons awareness of those very 
strokes that live in the lustre of your shapely lips 
like fantasy realizedMirthful yellows in all those lacquers 
barely ever seen as one would scorch their eyes to gaze lastingly 
directly at the Sun - though I have been fortunate to witness identical 
iridescence in strands of your hair you unintentionally flip and like dainty 
fingers wave me on to move closer to your flawless frame - memorized easily.
A 
special 
fuchsia sparingly 
paints the flower they
say exists only in certain 
singular gemstones yet l know
this tincture for I have seen it in your 
cheeks when we play and laughOh your 
laugh how it fills me - replacing noise surfing
the waves of sound in the surrounding atmosphere.
How enchanting when your laughter there - dwells to
tickle molecules invisible to the eyes but felt by the human
heartParrot tulips with their soft myriad shades become stunning 
against a deep black backdrop which shimmers bright like your ebony eyes
Sparkle like your smile and I grin happily just thinking of you, just thinking of us.
A 
pearl
white that also 
adorns the flower a 
special light effect I have
found in your complexion - dazzles
my mind each and every time I see you.
Parrot tulips a miracle of nature, a special
breed I admit are as remarkable as any offering 
that grows in our gardens but rarer still - you the flower 
I share my life withNo one, no thing, no life compares to you,
your approach - for every time I even think of you, the joy it brings
completes the meaning of my existence fullIf not for you no other delight 
would have that extra zest I feel from the sharing of your love and light always.
A
Parrot
tulip oh 
what joy it
bringsHow the flower
draws these words from
meIronic how true allure felt
fills our glass so I thought I'd share
with you how it uplifts my days - knowing
confident in our love as one - you'd never resent
me speaking of an elegance other than yoursSo you may 
know - understand what the fibres of ones constitution compels 
them to writeNow - about a mystique other than the one you sport with
humilityFinally I have written a poem on aesthetics that does not mention you.
A
closing
monologue.
Just above and 
beneath the dirt grows 
riches unimaginableMade to 
be absorbed by senses recognizable 
only by a fewThey are free for the taking.
An appreciation, a love of a natural essence.
A flower, a person, romance you breathe incomparable
to anything real or imagined It alone are the wings we humans 
seek...as real and as precious as all else consumableHow lucky I 
am the magic handed out daily on these pagesThe people I could never
find anywhere else then hereI am in love with their words in love with them.


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April 27 2015
The Gardener

Come to me my beloved,
save me from life's brutalities,
so this heart can soften -
sparkle like a million fireflies.

For you hold the light
to illuminate my soul.
For you are the ceremony
and I the dance.
As you come near,
I'll spin like a mad man,
dancing in the rain.

If to touch you is a sin,
then I am a sinner,
yearning to sin till my last breath.

If to hold you, means to lose everything,
then I will live as a penniless man,
rich within the luxuries of your affection.

If to love you is a crime,
then I am a criminal,
lock me away and dispose of the key,
chain me within the chambers of your heart.

If this is my last poem,
then let these words become spirits,
sleeping within the sacred sanctuary 
of your supernal soul.

Silent One
Simple Musing
5 January 2019

                                   On a cloud I wrote - I love you
                                       But the cloud blew away
                                    On a tree I wrote - I love you
                                  But someone cut down the tree
                          In the sand on the beach I wrote - I love you
                                 But the waves wiped them away
                                 In the wind, I cried - I love you
                      But the wind was too strong and no one could hear
                               In a small letter I wrote - I love you
                             But I never posted it - it was never sent
                                      But you know - I love you
                                    and my heart belongs to you




19.02.2013
A-L Andresen :)

 These eyes have often been solaced

by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently

towards a sky's velveteen blanket

and angels'silver gowns

By gazing over hills

to where old country church bells

and crickets play harmonious sounds

These eyes have  often been solaced

by honey coloured shadows

pouring moonlight zest
 
across the rose plum of  my cheek

By little antique lamplights 

which illuminate my soul 's dark cobbled street

 By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand

By  tides washing out corals to a distant land

These eyes have often been solaced by your return

to this vacant room inside my heart

By the hush hushed whisper of your voice

By the embrace of your arms

By the way you love me

By the way you need me

By the way you want me

Like an autumn bonfire

 before next sunrise'dew fall

By the way you lean on me 

I would love to be your comfort
A blanket when you're confused
A bright song on every dark day
Warmth and hope you cannot lose
To be the canopy to cover you
When life's storms come your way
I can be the one you've longed for
Because I see the words you can't say

So let's discard the old frayed sweater
That doesn't fit, it's come undone
You don't need words for my attention
Let's just hold hands and have some fun
Your eyes could light the skies tonight 
That coy smile, wow.it melts my heart
My guitar plays you sweet love songs
This is our time when true love starts

Girl, drift off to sleep on my shoulder
This guy pillow.yeah, made for you
It's so euphoric to feel your heart beat
And know your dreams are coming true
Being with you I'm filled with wonder
A kiss goodnight, no shadows to hide
In the morning, I'll be your first sight
This is how it is when our worlds collide

~Lyric Man

Note: This is a soft love song echo to Casarah Nance write, "If You Knew" There's something so incredibly amazing about a love based on commitment to do and be all you can for your partner.

It seems you only appear whilst I am asleep,
teasing rapid eye movement to awake and weep.
You hide, so I wonder how beautiful you must be,
fulfil my desires and give me the chance to see.
I believe you have beauty, eyes have never seen,
which allures me to places I have never been.
Maybe you were sculpted by Michelangelo's hands,
DaVinci drew you a smile only he understands,
Rembrandt's hand trembled at the sight of your grandeur, 
maybe you are the one, Raphael's angels adore.
Your image mirrors Cleopatra's unique class,
which fades at daylight, regrets begin to amass.

I do not know your name, Silent remains the tongue,
yet I fondly believe in my heart you belong.

Silent One
23 May 2018

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
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*For the purpose of this collaboration, tantra represents the weaving of strands into a unified whole and liberation of energy and expansion of consciousness*

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

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~ 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

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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.

LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION 


You
must know
I cried yesterday 
and I think I broke the world
so I braided some words into twine
planted some sweet and sour coated seeds
I grew free standing expressions and then I joined 
them with left over thread to present these interlocking pieces 
in their proper order regardless of the number they wear in an attempt
to confuse and deceiveI offer this humble list for your reading enjoyment 
It is an honour to have you visit my pageThe pleasure I assure you is all mine



WORDS ON PAPER - THE LIST



FIVE


I loved you centuries before we were born.
You lived in my dreams before I ever slept.
When others wasted time picking flowers
I waited for when it was time to pick you.

Love calls you in the natural scent of your partner.
You'd feel their touch in the vacuum of outer space.
Your desire for them would melt away the ice age.

I want to find a door in the brightest part of the sky I 
could open to erase what was, to shine a light so bright 
it, like a book of golden words, would write ideas so vital 
as to eradicate even a suggestion of our mournful past.

I want to be that magician who does not bother with 
illusion but rather heals wounds and shatters burden.


TWO


We were at the fair, joviality in the air.
A memory filed, I was a young child 
holding balloons floating round like full moons
in vivid colours brightFixed on this joyous sight
I was on Cloud Nine proud these were mine.
If I had not let go of them If I hadn't watched them
as they flew higher and higher as my heart sunk lower and lower
I might of never learnt what it felt like - hurt.
Hope gloats, hope floats.
either your way or just away.


THREE


sometimes the afternoon sun is.....too hot
to walk barefoot........on the concrete path
still even then.......I refuse to wear my hat
I guess I'll never change, I'm just like that.

sometimes when I jump in the lake in late summer...
with all of my clothes on...I do it in the evening......as
I go down...way down to the bottom...there's a gentle 
peace overtakes me..I want to stay down like a rock...
                    revel in the ecstasy...not swim back up..........not ever                    


SEVEN


ours was a paper mâché love
living in a cut out cardboard home
with a macaroni art painted lawn
and nothing real to call our own
nothing solid that we could hold.

we tried stacking lego bricks
but you have to be able to pop your cheek 
to qualify as a kid - to get a license to build.
the castle we assembled didn't pass the test.
so much for fairy tales - hello reality check.

we rolled the dice but our thimble went 
straight to jail and our mouse ended up trapped.
can you hear that buzzing the operation failedwhere 
are you going? your tricycle is still in the shop and I might 
as well tell you..............I have no eights................."go fish!"

we fell through 
the bunny hole 
where i - jack fell ddddownnn
nnnnnnn and broke my crown 
and you - jill came tumbling 
aaaaaaaaaaafterrrrrrrrrrrrrrr


EIGHT


it is a choreographed ballet our love
stands strong
legs at the base digging deep
build roots
delicate hands branched out
reach high
long slim fingers define twigs
draw space
the body of our trunk thick
sweet filled
music fills our human needs
one sound
wind pixies dance meticulously 
the air 
sunlight leaks effectively through
dark spots
lifts carries holds and shapes
our smiles
it is a choreographed ballet our love
in sync
our bodies their senses once immersed in I 
now us 


ONE


I know the last thing I want to feel as I leave this world, it is your lips on 
mineWhen I take my last breath I want to feel yours with its loving touch.


NINE

Always,
no matter the roar or intensity of the storm
how severe the attack even out of the norm
Always,
i offer my hand with sincerity
aim to deal with it peacefully.
Always!


SIX


then suddenly it hits
like a swarm of locus.
a deep dark manifestation that greases my mind
my very existence in its unforgiving sense of doom.

every bone stiffens,
when I move, a sound
of dead dried out forest twigs
breaking against the boots of hikers
echoes in the confined space of my skull.

i reach for a pill
slowly it dissolves
under my tongue
i wait 
and 
i wait 
and 
i wait
...

my body is soaked in a sweat with its own cold and hot tap.
i assume the position, lying on an unstable floorthe creature 
depression is now in full control of my facultiesthis too i will survive
...that is what i do...what i do...this is what i do.......somehow i survive.


FOUR


there is a deafening hush...
silently raging through the core 
of my existence...still...I am humbled 
by the light and the love I have witnessed 
in my brief appearance...........here on Earth

there is a river...that walks at my side...
walks with me........at the same stride...




April 14 2015
Armand 

I Know of Great Love

I know of great love...
the kind of passion that
surpasses ecstasy into
a world of oblivious bliss
soaring among the clouds
in the ethers of heaven
with a newness that
never grows old or faint.

I savor these golden
treasures within my heart,
within my mind that is
filled with memories of
past and present as I look
forward to our future
moments, suspending us
in love's rapturous arms.

No love song could express
the joy you have given me,
nor the Valentines of
intimacy written by poets 
with profound adoration.

Your voice is my love song,
your tender touch, my bliss,
your warmth, my security in
feeling, I know of great love.
You are now and will forever
be my beloved Valentine!

1-23-19

Midnight Valentine Poetry Contest ~N/A~
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke

"How to tame the madness"

As I sit here, with intense dirty desire,
Tonight I think of you (the moon and stars)
To you, I send a redolent saimiri kiss 
Read and breathe between fine lewd lines
Perfumed by the colors of the Enticing Equinox
Sensually, I create sweet serendipity

Inviting playful lips
Erotic wind and wild wanderlust
Streams like a river through time
I propose a good potion of wet lube
Take me to the furtive imagination of your soul
Embrace the tan and texture tonight
Touch the summer ripples riding high
Promiscuous and delicate, I advocate lust 
A quilt meant for deep and trenchant love
I shut my eyes to feel an Orphic flora floor
Stimulating a hot, sultry siren kettle 
On this night the tingle of passion penetrates
A hypnotic talisman that lets me, please
Inviting ----------- You

~*~

A pair of morning-doves preen and prim
snuggled close on their favorite limb.
And cooing low, wake a sleeping sun
giving praise for a new day begun.

A slip of a ghostly moon rides low
wearing its light like a pale halo.
And Sol ascends master of the day
hailing dawn with His brilliant display.

Vapors shed crystal tears on the grass
depositing dewdrops clear as glass.
And blooming flowers imbue the air
with a sweet fragrance beyond compare

Tall lanky palms of feathery leaf
are clad in a green southern motif.
And skittish crabs play tag with the waves
darting in and out of flooded caves

Sipping wine while enjoying the show
we greet the day with a happy glow.
And as romance and nature combine
I share my soul with my Valentine.


(Rhyme)

I have loved   -    I have felt ivory love bliss colors.

I have ridden sapphire air of crimson ecstasy -
	                                    and touched the silver stars.

I have felt gold, silky, lilac joy move 
                                            and embrace my harlequin heart.

I have melted to tangerine delight caresses 
                                            tingling my willing, fuchsia skin.

I have been lifted  -  and turned  -   and tossed  - 
                                on sensual, erotic waves that travel bold - 
                                                              through and between me                              
                                                                                                


..CayCay Jennings
March 11, 2016

Our summer love began in Gemini 
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with strumming serenades.

Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies
adorned with precious gems of bijou light,
before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise
you’d shower me with diamonds of the night.

Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love,
a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars
with rhythmic teasing, undulations of
unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars.

The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~
still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze.




May 15, 2018





*(Black)Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*

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

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*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.

My heart has found a home (Song version)

So many years alone-
my hearts without a home
Nights were filled with fear-
my heart shed a tear

My loneliness had grown-
my hearts without a home
my foolish heart has spent-
emotions paying rent


Chorus
My heart has found a home
no need for it to roam
Love has come my way
I know that it will stay
My heart has found a home
it's home is here with you
you are it's dwelling place
love shines upon your face
my heart has found a home


Since you came to me-
your love has set me free
I see love in your eyes-
your heart now beats with mine

Lonely days are gone-
our love will stay strong
Say you'll always stay-
I need you everyday


Chorus
My heart has found a home
no need for it to roam
Love has come my way
I know that it will stay
My heart has found a home
it's home is here with you
you are it's dwelling place
love shines upon your face
my heart has found a home

repeat chorus twice   fade to zero

Melody and vocals by Dale Butler  dalebutlermusic.com

John Derek Hamilton  March 30, 2017
revised September 12,2018

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017

 There was sweat on my brow, 
beads of them as I approached her

I was a young man, still green

She was a mature woman 
like the long blades grow free 
in the lush of nature

My hand in hers 
she took me 
into her warmth.

Nervous, shy 
you could hear 
grass grow 

in the quiet 
of my fear 

in the silence 
of my lust

I knew nothing.

As we rolled in the dew of sex 
as I fumbled and groped, 
I 
in some instinctive wisdom 
entrusted myself fully to her

She set our bodies in a fluid motion
my virginity now neatly cut

We spent days 
as I explored
the fresh sweet air 
of 'us'.

It was then I became a man.

Learned
how you hold a flower
how you manicure the stem 
how you water the soil 
how you delicately hold the petals

It was then I became a gardener

A gardener
worthy 
to tend a garden 
so vital

It was then I learned how to love a woman.


30~12~2014
Armand    

An Ode to Femininity and Romance -

The background music of this delicate poetic arrangement is intended to be played softly as you sit back and reminisce on romantic memories while creating new ones - Perhaps with a glass of red wine and - Oh! Don’t forget the chocolates.   

The cadence of her heart keeps rhythm to the music
She sits alluring in the soft candle light
Her senses so heightened but she ponders escape
As butterflies flutter her stomach tonight

SHE’s the mirror of all dreams

Invisible strobes pulse as his aura manifests
Eyes meet - energy spikes across in a mist
Static shock she recoils as his hand touches hers 
At first she draws back but she cannot resist

SHE’s the sculpture of natural perfection

Warm embraces and moist tender kisses
Twin peaks straining to break free from restraint
Like coronas on planets - her circles a flare
A consuming wild passion that cannot be tamed

SHE’s the taste of pleasure and its themes

Consensual yearning all inhibitions lost
Outer trappings asunder - bare naked as created
Petal smooth skin brushes skin - tingling sensations
Intense tension of concupiscence now elevated

SHE’s the rhythm of sensual orchestration

Like the cleft in a smooth mound
Caressed by the morning dew 
A flood of bliss and passion
Crystal clear droplets accrue

She’s the emotion of love’s fire

Feathery strokes brush a valley of desire
A precious pearl glistens in its soft silken fold
 Aching for release of an exquisite union
With the sensually smooth bud of a single stem Rose

SHE’s the personification of sensation

Passion and love ignite flames of pleasure
A tunnel of love bidding invitation
To her rhythmic breath - the beauty of her charms
Candle flames dance in perfect syncopation

SHE’s the aroma of desire

A pulsating Venus like the evening star
She arches yearning to greet the risen moon
In ardor of passion the lovers melt
Climactic ecstasy close she purrs as they swoon

SHE’s the song wafting from above

Unbridled they move in perfect synchrony
While deep from within warm spring’s release
A joyous flood of bliss and passion
To meet and to quench the explosive heat

SHE’s the reason of loving stimulation

In the gentleness of loves' creation
Naked in the innocence of a newly born
Lying languid and satiated like twin spoons nestled
 Awakes and looks at the glory of early morn

SHE’s the epitome of LOVE
The meaning of life - IS SHE 

Acknowledgement:
To RP (the Reluctant Poet), who refuses to be named and is reticent to be acknowledged as a brilliant Poet in his own right
This poem is dedicated to his ‘SHE’ and all the SHE’s in the worldThank you so much RP for your contribution.
(RP is not from Poetry Soup or any other Poetry site or publication)

Footnote: 

‘SHE’ - is an unashamed expose` on the beauty of female love and sexuality, the foremost gift of our primary instinct - the source of our existence

A Gift - of pleasure bestowed on humans to be enjoyed with no boundaries of age or gender.

A Gift - of joy unrestricted to only the humans whenever fancy takes, unlike all other species which is restricted to time of procreation

A Gift - that owing to misguided conditioning of the ‘System’ and Religious agendas, is embarrassing for women to share and only appropriate to air in a sterile or clinical manner.

The topic elicits thought and makes one wonder - Why?

It pleasures me
That she reads me
Inside her serenity
Parked on our bench of antiquities

I, whom gazes over there at her,
Later in the dusk of candlelight
Shall remove her pink dress
Tiss then
I shall see she derives her pleasures
As I read her

As afternoon fades
and the shadows grow longer
daylight turns to dusk

As daytime slowly comes to end, 
and twilight spreads across the sky; 
the stars in heavens thus ascend.
As daytime slowly comes to end, 
the birds in trees the night to spend,
for in the darkness do not fly;
as daytime slowly comes to end, 
and twilight spreads across the sky. 

After the sun sets
and darkness blankets the land
lovers start to play

Please kiss me when the sun has set,
and darkness overtakes the land,
and daily chores have all been met.
Please kiss me when the sun has set;
make this a night to ne’er forget; 
all night fulfill our love’s demand.
Please kiss me when the sun has set, 
and darkness overtakes the land.

As darkness arrives
lovers cling to each other
love the night away


February 22, 2018
Contest: Favorite Poem Written in February
Sponsor:  Laura Loo
First Place

Under stars so bright
Under guise of night
Night laid low
Night shall show
Show sparks of gold
Show feelings told
Told in heaven's skies
Told in gleaming eyes
Eyes so blue
Eyes held ever true
True love grows
True love we only know
Know in this my heart
Know here my feelings start
Start so ever deep
Start where we will keep
Keep our romantic rendezvous
Keep alive our "I love you"
You as one with me
You can only see
See where our futures lie
See our visions fly
Fly up to greater peaks
Fly to where our cravings seek
Seek your soul to get
Seek times to not forget
Forget me not
Forget your scent
Scent of ambrosia
Scent of seduction
Seduction fills the air
Seduction for two 
Two minds
Two lips
Lips ruby red
Lips trace    
Trace your fingers
Trace your kiss
Kiss me
Kiss me my sweet
Sweet love of mine
Sweet as the daisies sway
Sway into my arms
Sway softly away 
Away with my charm
Away in my dreams
Dreams of a fairytale story
Dreams of a life in love
Love
Story

Cascading waves wash ashore
tickling our toes as we stroll.
And moonbeams
set a thousand jewels sparkling...
upon the shoal.

Smiles summon sweet emotions
as we walk upon the beach
hand in hand
under a starry sky...
Pausing,
to build castles in the sand.

Romantic sparks ignite flames of passion
by a tranquil sea,
and fledgling souls unite
for eternity...

Hopes and tears
equally shared
define the essence of living.
And yet love offers a joy
reserved for fantasies
and dreams...

Agony and ecstasy meld
to greet each hungry kiss.
And consumed by desire
we've never felt a love...
quite like this!



Written 09/18/2016

In a black and white world,
feathered fingertips caress
ebony and ivory keys -
melodically forming a myriad
of vibrant and vivid hues, 
diversifying dulcet emotive reflections.

In a world of spoken falsehood,
expressions that cannot be spoken,
aid each truthful touch to narrate
speechless secret serenades.

For soulmates who choose to listen,
minds allure to the grace of
mellifluous sentimental symphonies,
harmonising hollow hearts through
tantric vibrations, gently echoing to
soothe sorrowful soundless souls.

Rhapsodic pianist strokes satin white skin,
tunefully kissing black lustrous lips.
Hearts play music secretly 
establishing spiritual connections.

Ivory and ebony rectangles dance 
in eternal kindred devotion, 
igniting spirits to whirl to the 
rhythm of sensual sensations.

Last note leads to another healed composition 
as departing flames of passion illuminate lovers paths.
A blank page appears at the end of the song sheet.
Tired pianist fingers rest as the mind is absent of lyrics,
paralysed to play a melody for its own suppressed heart.
Lost, pondering mute tears which fail to cleanse its soul.,

The Silent One
9 January 2018

Hoping that it might be you

Verse 1

I've got some troubles in my life...
I'll help with yours, will you, help with mine?
"Cause I need love like everyone...
Will you be here when the day is done?
(day is done)

Verse 2

Seems, like the whole worlds in a mess...
each day gets harder, I confess...
I need someone, to help me through...
I was hoping, that it might be you!
(might be you)

Bridge 1
Try to be...  the person that I need
I'll try to be...the person that you need

Verse 3

There, are some things, I just don't like...
when, somethings wrong, but they say it's right...
So..would you share my point of view?
Or..would it, just be...too much for you?
(too much for you)

Verse 4

I've lived, a full life, made for one...
I've seen a lot, and, I've had my fun...
but now, I'm ready for, a life for two
I hope you feel...the way I do!
(the way I do)


Bridge 1
Try to be...  the person that I need
I'll try to be...the person that you need


Bridge 2

Will you be here when the day is done?
Will you share with me the setting sun?
Will you be here when the day is done?
Will you share with me the setting sun?

Verse 5

What would you do, when I'm old and grey?
Would you leave me here, or would you stay?
I'll need someone to help me through...
I was hoping that, it might be you
(might be you)

Bridge 1

Try to be...  the person that I need
I'll try to be...the person that you need

Finale

I'll need someone to help me through...
I was hoping that it might be you
Yeah, I'll need someone to help me through...
I was, hoping that it might be you

(hoping that it might be you)
(hoping that it might be you)
(hoping that it might be you)

repeat and fade

John Derek Hamilton
January 15,2016

Many ingredients bake writing inspiration.
This recipe combines a stirring sensation:  

Heaps of desires never realized
as marinated in teary sore eyes;
Quantities of wide open spaces
caramelized by nature’s appeal;
Ageless genuine emotional traces
sifted thru heart rendered graces; 
Equal parts family and romantic love
as roasted within, without and above;
Measured creamed ideals of peace
with blanched pain and battle grease;
Diced wishes braised with thrill
bearing aromas of tangy heat or chill;
Slices of awe from a glorious tree
breaded with traits strong and free;
I do not forget sour spices of greed
dusted with mankind’s violent seed;
A mix of fears dredged in anxiety
with stress jelled in complexity; 
and, lastly, faith garnished spirit
grown in a soul conscious thicket.
If able, I mix love with ingredients above
before sampling my recipe once warmed up.
If savory, I enjoy serving in poetry cups.





Mark Toney's 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 15



January 20, 2017

Come kiss me baby and I’ll light your fire
I’ll melt you like the center of the sun
impassioned flame will sexy strum your lyre
in molten vibes of music  - one on one

together we will fly the solar wind
on silky whispered thrills we both will ride
in ecstasy we’ll feel just like we’ve sinned
seductive absolution satisfied

so touch your lips to mine and we’ll explode
a supernova of our cosmic lust
sweet sparks we’ll make let brightness be bestowed
on universe - our love affair a must!

in melted stardust ink I write your name
on serendipity that’s yours to claim



Susan Ashley 
March 30, 2018

He wonders

at the aphrodisiac of her jasmine air
stirring the breeze of his being
heady in the breathy mood of her moon garden
amidst stargazer’s pink whispers

and he wishes

that his jonquil heart
be quenched by her sweet drink 

as he longs to sip sun-ripened nectar from the calla of her wild plum dreams



Susan Ashley
July 4, 2018

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* the Jonquil flower represents desire, especially, the reciprocation of one's feelings of desire and love back in return*

*the Calla Lily represents magnificent feminine beauty and delicacy*

*the Wild Plum represents feminine youthfulnessAlso, it represents sweet anticipation of the promise of romance he has waited for*


_________________________


~ Ninth Place ~
Contest: Premiere No160
Sponsor: Brian Strand

My Waning Years

As my waning years return me to reverie
I dream about the days we spent with sylvan trees
As sunset casts its golden glow on canopies
And you and I thought our love would last eternally.

Love had us mesmerized under its magic spell 
Our youth's enchanted vision of what life would be
Innocent intentions that let our lives feel free 
Enraptured in each others arms as twilight fell.
 
As we lay amidst colored leaves that autumn day,
Those sweet memories still so vivid in my mind;
Your handsome face, your softest lips that I would find
When pressed against my lips caused me to pray.

Grateful, I thanked the Lord for serendipity.
That we would find each other in a world so great
And feel electric sparks at first glance to be fate
Two souls with similar affinity.

I thought that we would forever have binding ties.
You hid a fearsome temper you could not rein.
With my fear of violence I could not contain,
We sadly parted ways with heartbreakng goodbyes.

As my waning years return me to reverie
I dream about the days we spent with sylvan trees
As sunset casts its golden glow on canopies
And you and I thought our love would last eternally.

9-18-18

Enclosed Rhyme - September, 2018 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Dear Heart~Fourth Place~

Lavish luscious liaison
Orchestrated obsession
Nocturnal nebulae
Gifted graceful gallantry

Secluded sanctuary
Tiffany telltale turtledoves
Effervescent ecstacy
Metaphysical mascarade
Magically manipulated mandolin
Erotic entanglement 
Delectable daredevil demigods

Rhythmic romance rhapsody
Openhearted opulence
Secret sensuous seduction  
Exquisite exotic elixir
Sumptuous scent of long stemmed roses



posted on March 15, 2019