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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

                                   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 

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 

"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

~*~

 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    

A pair of morning doves preen and prim,
snuggled upon 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 crystalline tears on grass,
depositing dew drops 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.

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

The Walk of Love    			

With you now entering this heart enchanting with rose petals
You’re the sweetest flower dancing tunes inside one’s mind
Once upon a fairy tale dream adoring you my loving princess

You begin rising in the east amazing light crowning sunshine
Ultraviolet radiance glowing warm with rays of deep breaths
Inner sighs as you walk softly on the deepest of sands My Love

Your footprints are so soft and deeply touching Sweet Honey
As your loving gentleness sweeps me away into a paradise pure
Where we walk hand in hand smiling with such feeling and joy

In a thousand dreams floats one treasure of Golden Happiness
Your joy sparks liquid honey melting gold into our heartbeats
Fluttering on wings of a butterfly silently flying in the cool air

With the sweetest scent of the purest jasmine now pervading all
Breathless beauty as an angel of the heart sings a paean of delight
While the warm air dances on a flower kissing a breeze so softly

Flocks of beautiful birds sing you praises of glory that be forever 
As they fly with such grace and their hearts beat softly in rhythm
Landing on paradise as your words touch with whispers my soul

Resonating into the deepest crevices of my ethereal psyche true
While echoing inside the chambers of your lucent pretty presence
Holding hands as the sunlight beams your every foot step now

As shadows silver dancing waves call out one name within each
Echo crashing salted sure your spices kiss our magic moments
As a gentle but sensual wind kisses the lips of a lovely Sweet Siren

As she holds us in her dreams of a wonderful love so rich and pure
We share the Dream of a thousand lifetimes beyond all compare
As twelve rich red roses blush in the heavens where one diamond

Shines so brightly with a rainbow array of heavenly colors pure 
Reflecting God’s own divine design and wish for us to keep our
Eternal promise now My Love with a ring symbolizing us as One

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (July 12, 2015) (Unrhymed Tercet)

The night it is barren
from inland to the sea
but I am the one who loves you
you are not alone.

Tonight the sky is empty
stars fall in the sea
I am the light to guide you
do not wish to be alone.

If the world becomes deserted
all eyes you see are sad
I will smile for you
you will never be alone.
 
Sleeping I dreamed you
awake I keep dreaming
I dream because you love me
and I am not alone.

It is sometimes madness
a longing absentee
call it love
and we are not alone...

I got a love that's never gonna die
Your love has breathed new life into me,
has filled my heart that was once empty
I got a love that's alive and spry
A fragrant violet voice has revived the old bones,
turning back the clock is a good thing
Gave me a pep in my step, a soul zing
Your love rekindled the flame that was long gone

How could you know that you would affect me so,
make me to rise up from my slumbering deep
Go walking to the garden of orchid waking dreams
A shower of kindness make the seeds of your love grow,
blossoms of smiles move my undressed heart to weep
My love for you will never die, for it has been redeemed

Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light into your entrapment
for noontide to go nonstop.

Caress from yonder, massage from under
your skirts make appetite nonchalantly mourn
your legs present so nutraceutical to manly weakness.
If your bones are licked by wild beasts
the jungle would be protected by the ghost of sweet affection.
If the rains fall through the planes of your body
vapours of lust and desires will spring out of the Earth.

Your expensive flare, expresses you as a needed nougat
sliding pleasurably though wet lips in a greasy enjoyment of noodles
with aroma and taste capping up a nouvelle cuissine.
Night is dead from your day-long engaging chemistry
making the aggression of your nubile emission
in ration to any attempted resistance an improper fraction
when the night's light strike your contrasting body
for the creation of a mobile image so dark and graceful,
nature will sit down beauty for a serious interview.

Opening wings spreading out
one pure beautiful image in beholding 
Gracefully embracing inside visions 
greeting Mother of pearl shimmering rainbow hues
Her horn sparkling tipped diamond 
Under the moonlight silver gleams 
Her silhouette reflecting light 
Princess wearing golden horse shoes 
One mane in softest satin silk 
Regally standing mustang wild 

Magically colored purest washed from the ocean foam 
Cascading hair scenting of burnt honey 
Eyes penetrating in baby blue awakening 
Her long lush lashes flutter and glisten 
Upon her lips last rosebud's dew 
Her coat in white like slushy snowflakes 
reflecting glass shards of crescent cradles
She roams the fields singing to the prince
it is only love that will finally set her free 
from a curse cast on her beauty 
by an evil wizard 

To be the only winged unicorn 
of it's kind in the world 
flying into softest cushioned clouds 
She dances and sings,then she stills 
In distance she listens to the sound of a flute 
And there She sees a gorgeous young man 
lying on carpets of evergreen 
along with his father,and mother the queen 
Her melodic voice like that of a jeweled string harp
hypnotised the prince 
He ran and ran after pink butterflies which led the way 
They took him to her 
They glide above them 
then to the promising celestial sky 
they flew away baby blue 
infinite their love

As if He knew her in another lifetime sweetly
His eyes where gluedInto her own 
He knew he loved her and had to hold her 
Never to leave him all by himself 
regally standing mustang white

His eyes were fixed into hers..
To her he went with joyful tears 
His lips brushed smoothly her every fears 
As then he whispered behind her ears 
You are a unicorn and I'm a man 
but with no other my.heart will share 
I ll make you mine if you say yes 
The first winged unicorn as a princess 
Then he kissed her upon her neck 
and a strong wind just pushed him back 
From a white horse,fair lady She 
had now won over her destiny 
The prince's lips removed the curse 
Now she is his ,as he is hers 

Overflowing his heart 
in sweeping golden joy 
forever on deep sands 
living always together 
in everlasting happiness

written by Liam and Charmaine 
a fun write dear friend

The Sweetest Starlight
 
You are the sweetest starlight shining across the ocean so pure
Moonlighting and enchanting my dreams with warmth aglow,
Touching gently my heart and soul with your beauty and wonder;
If we were together—I would hold you so gently in my arms and I
Would forever kiss your adoring lips with a passionate goodnight.

Love is a faraway queen rising in the morning sunshine’s warm rays, 
And your light glows brilliantly as the dewdrops glisten on my dreams 
Of pure sweet surrender and kiss the very depth of my immortal soul;
You are the light of Heaven's dream of a rainbow's flight of angels
Arriving at Heaven’s gate and coming to me on a beam of silver light.

Mesmerized I am as I embrace you as the heart, soul, passion and
Desire of my life—I see you as my true dream and my heart’s delight;
Feeling palpably your wonderful caress as you ask me to kiss you,
And to place your ethereal lips upon my very own knowing that
My heart and soul are open now to your loving heavenly embrace.

Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 2, 2015 (Unrhymed Quintain)

Is it possible that an angel and a demon could fall in love?
And, remain soul mates for all eternity?
Yes, and I will tell you how it happened.

Maybe, it was a miracle that they met
or maybe it was just meant to be.
That an angel fell out of heaven and a demon escaped from hell
on the very same day.
They saw no one, but each other.
Yet, neither had ever seen such a creature.

The angel was beautiful and kind.
This angel had fallen from heaven
a place of light and life, and of hope and peace.

The demon was imperfect and shy.
This demon had escaped from hell
a place of darkness and death, and of despair and pain.

When they met, their eyes met.
And without a spoken word.
The angel saw only tenderness and hurt in this lost demon.
The demon saw only compassion and love in this lost angel.

It did not matter to them if one had wings, and the other had horns.
Yet, they saw themselves within each other.
Even though they were from two different worlds.
They embraced each other.
Though, they knew their love was forbidden by others like themselves.
So, they decided to remain here on earth.
Where their bond could not be broken.

The heart of the angel was no longer filled with loneliness and longing.
The heart of the demon was no longer filled with torment and sorrow.
Love is what they both were searching for.
And it was found on that very same day.
A forbidden love, everlasting for all eternity.

Celtic Dreams

The Celtic dreams come forth through auric visions of an all-seeing eye
An ancient calling where the mystic rivers flow down a rugged mountain
while Angels bathe in the springs of an everlasting and radiant beauty
The Soul grasps at memories enfolding within fields of emerald green, 
where the sun kisses the golden barley as it dances softly to a warm, 
beautiful breeze

I see my blessed star once more awaiting me upon the great golden plain, 
enchanting the beautiful songbirds’ sweet melodies, and holding the air 
one breathesI come on the breath of a sigh, as the haunting Celtic pipes
are calling breathlessly to your adoring beauty, with true angelic music
playing wondrous tunes to you over the mountains forever more.

From the Kingdom of Arrach, I stand looking out over a magical mountain
river from which mighty waters roar, and find deep ethereal senses pure
where the inner eye sees through murky depths, on the edge of a dark 
mysterious voyage toward the dreams of my pastStars twinkle in an 
azure sky, and within these stars my Diamond Queen is shining, as liquid
gold melts blending gently with radiant colors of a misted celestial light

I stand as the true power of an ancient time, and the past lives live on
within my warrior heartHigh above the mountain an eagle spreads its
wings, evoking the horizon, and sounding soft echoes as an affectionate
callingMy beloved, this Celtic heart beats only for youCome to me from 
your star, and we shall join once more, uniting dreams under the sleeping
eyelids, and later awaken the whispers in the seed and pollen floating in 
the enchanted night air.

The eagle circling ever so slowly in descending circles, with a halo vision, 
falling to the spirit of Celtic beautyA flaming heart burns once more, you
come as promised, eclipsing upon this earthI kneel before you my gracious
one to softly kiss your breathless petalsA thousand dreams take flightThe
lonely wolf on the highest pinnacle of Arrach awaits his love as the eagle flies
in search of a new Celtic dream to be reborn into this life

Lighting moonbeams dance with the shadows of sparkling starlight glistening
silver, born into an existence from a black void of nothingnessThe wolf and 
the eagle shall now join as one in human shape and formIt’s at this moment
that new legends arise in the sunsets, holding your slender fingers to my heart 
with a deepest joy that skips inside a chain that kisses your every command 
                                                                                                       
And now behold the glory of the coming, as light explodes in such colored hues
If I could blow onto your hair a gentle whisper where a Soul floats, breathing
warm treasure sparkles, with one very special gleamOnce more King Aird Righ
and his Diamond Queen come forth to redeem again the mantle of Celtic glory
and storied greatness

A gift gem of a thousand lifetimes, beyond dreams of sweet honey, awakening 
in the morning I bask in your very light and mythical presenceOn the breath
of a sigh you come from your peaceful sleep, called by our Love speaking from
our ancient time, and with each passing moon, I sense while gazing at the stars
ineluctable feelings and emotions as the divine dewdrops of the morning speak.

You are the greatest jewel these blue eyes shall ever see—a diamond shining 
bright in my darkest hours—you are my love SupremeThis Soul calls over the
ocean waves, as each echo in your voice ripples like a tiny humming bird with
its heart beating so rapidly and flowering kisses on your soft and sweet dreams.

Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (August 25, 2015) (Free Verse)

one with the music 
a vestibule for magic 
love fills the night air


Let my aura deep red spill onto the page, 
I an instrument in the name of poetic rage,
                                                     
   L                     
   O                   
       V                      
 EVOL...VES

Into a voice deep and vibrating,
with words feathered and lulling.

We are love...

Love!,
nothing and everything.
With you in the serenity of nothing
that my love is everything.

 scampers a bright moon
 gifts liquid life a lit view 
watch them rendezvous

i wrote you a star covered night
built you a sun with a dimmer light
i turned it down warm and low
called it a moon, made it glow

i rhymed you an early morning hush
so quiet you could hear a person blush
i sketched a fully carpeted globe
dressed it in a thick soft robe

i painted it in greens, blues and a palette full
your own flower garden with no weeds to pull
i sung some words, some harmonized notes
strummed you a new world, one that floats

...a pyramid each and every word, romance...

I 
do know
my true love 
it will make you 
light headed but free.
Space is that way, you know
but you'll adjustA small price
 to pay these days for liberty.
A chance to live in a world of ours,
just us together and lives of all kinds.


Maurice Yvonne

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

Thy Silent Thoughts

So beautiful are thy silent thoughts
I would watch thine eyes all day.
There is wonder in them, as the sun's first flash
Through tumult of ocean spray;
In them the shining calm of upland pools
Mirrors the glory round,
And their shadows are the shadows of sweet flowers
Upon the summer ground.
So beautiful are thy silent thoughts
I would watch thine eyes all day;
More beauteous in their silence than the stars,
Than the silent stars, are they.

RJLindley,
November 9th, 1973

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.

A Gift - that is denigrated to veiled humor and has been disparagingly described in ugly words or actions

A Gift - that because of the stigma of communication, has been the cause of many women’s intimate health conditions from time memorial.

And Yet - it not considered shocking to speak openly about our gourmet delicacies, our overindulgent eating and drinking habits 

The topic elicits thought and makes one wonder - Why?

Princess, princess, please calm down,
Wear your diamond, glory crown.
I’ll make you queen, someday, you’ll see,
As long as you will marry me.

Princess, princess, don’t hate me,
I only wish that you could see.
That I love you with all my heart,
I wish that we will never part.

Princess, princess, don’t you die,
I promise you, I’ll never lie.
Stay with me through life and death,
And please don’t ever hold your breathe.

Princess, princess, don’t you cry,
I will never say goodbye.
It hurts too much to leave your side,
Like all of me has stopped and died.

Princess, princess, don’t you see,
I’m your prince, and groom to be.
Forever together, and never apart,
I give you my all, and even my heart.

The sky was orange, red and peach
we strolled towards each other
on a deserted pebbled beach
a smile that got us talking
together slowly walking
till twilight crept unseen
then off reluctantly
on a deserted pebbled beach
we went our separate ways
but first a promise made
next day to meet in the same place.

The sky now yellow, mauve and blue
I stroll alone by water's edge
on a deserted pebbled beach
searching for a voice
a smile just out of reach
your presence unseen
where the surf briefly meets
the shore, only to recede
two souls forever out of reach
on a deserted pebbled beach
where a promise was made
and would break along the waves

was love not meant to grow?
we will never know....






A collaboration by Paul Callus & Kelly Deschler

Feeling smug about its certainty,
night anticipates daylight’s demise.
And when scattered shades of gray gather,
blue finds sanctuary in your eyes.

As crimson flames melt a stained-glass sky,
Sol's scarlet orb reluctantly sinks.
And night dilutes the essence of light,
where silhouettes absorb blackened inks.

Vermilion colors the horizon,
as fireflies flash signals in the air.
And dusk creates a magic moment,
that lonely lovers secretly share.

Darkness descends like a shroud of smoke,
snuffing out any lingering light.
And in the fabric of time and space,
stars confetti an ebony night.

A golden moon pools in the heavens,
gilding waters of a wishing well.
And silence mutes the beat of two hearts,
held captive in love’s hypnotic spell.

Spring is here - scents the air
You've come from somewhere
Moving in next to my home
Your aura blooms bright n' warm

I'm Already thinkin' here's a new friend
I'm Already thinkin' here's a new friend
                       
Nice to meet a looker
Show you all the best spots here
I'll  see my world through your eyes
Be free without need for a guise

It feels like I've met my lifetime match
It feels like I've met my lifetime match

We sit under a tree          
Your words sing harmoniously 
Time flies too quickly
Walking, talking, feeling tipsy

Even from here seems I feel your touch
Even from here seems I feel your touch

Joking, laughing hours spent
Licking ice cream - just content
Folks stare - it doesn't mater
Instant us just add water     

You must believe in love at first sight
You must believe in love at first sight

Your image is ingrained in my mind
A daydreaming guy am I
Lost in you and me entwined
I wonder can you read my thoughts
As we lie under the sky
Our hands touch and my face lights up
Then you smile sweeter than syrup 
We pick weeds you call them flowers
I am the questions you are the answers
I now know we are meant to be together 

It feels like I've met my lifelong match
I am sure I have met my lifelong match

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A Re-Write Of "We're Going To Be Friends"Lyrics
By The White Stripes (Jack White) 
The Original Song is about a boy and girl still in school.
Jack White's rhyming scheme seems strange on paper
works beautifully when it is sung to its own tune.

This version has been rewritten and adjusted 
so it could apply to any new relationship 


Maurice Yvonne
Nov~27~2014
Happy Birthday To Me
(I Think I Look Great For Ninety Years Old
The Photo Of Me Is Very Recent)

It’s like you’re
in a game of
love, a game I
can’t take part

I’d play the
role of Robin Hood
trying to steal
your heart

The game
you’re in it had
you trapped within 
its dungeon cell 

A barren
place, with
many guards
I rode into this hell

I aimed my
arrows at the
guards striking
them with force

Then grabbed you
in the nick of
time and rode off
on my horse

We rode
all night, made
our escape and
got back safe and
sound

A ceremony
then ensued
which brought
out all the town

At the coronation
happened what I
always dreamed

I became the
king of all the
land and You
became my queen

After all is
said and done
we’d sit side
by side

And rule 
forever King 
and Queen
together you 
and I

Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1994 (Revised in Texas 2012)

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....

Beneath the lasting hours of nightfall within our private dwelling;
naked feet waltz about the harmonized
silk petals eleven steps
onward to that of 
the flat-bottom 
vessel.
Unclothed,
laying
in the
clear
crystal foam
accompanied
by shadows
of flickering
scented 
flames
and two
wine glasses
teem with Champagne.
The temperature arouses
both temples, allowing entry for torrid love.
Precipitating...Evaporating indiscriminately...Sigh...Our hearts now set to rest.



Pace
INK-U-SCRIPT
Romantic
01-23-2014

snowflakes kiss our cheeks
winter blanket keeps us warm
hearts melt together

03~01~15
Get Romantic – Andrea Dietrich
Visual Seven

Traditional Haiku 5,7,5
Checked with How Many Syllables
~awarded 4th place~

Yasabel

By the waves and salty sea
That falls on shores so close to me

By the battles
Thus fallen comrades go

By the hills and by the lowlands
I wander looking for bluebells and heather hearts

By the way of sea or by way of land
Tiss the bagpipes that make me stand

Be they Gods of Christ or Celtic times
I pray me soul find peace in boggs remote with wine

Yasabel her breast held me close long ago
Her heart was the only I ever did know

Too and fro like the waves and the wind
By and by, time erodes the youth once then

Now, alone, if only love and the orange of me life
She swept me deep, while I battled long

In the highlands now I roam
Ashamed that I roam here all alone

When the heather bloomed
And the bluebells sang

I was away in foreign sands
If only, if only I had held your hand

Yasabel of another time
You are the one that was always and forever

Always on my mind