by Kim Rodrigues |
Love is the cacophony of life,
the stillness of your lover’s breath in sleep,
the boa constrictor hug of a grandchild,
and the outstretched arms of Christ.
2nd place/multiple placements
Faraz Ajmal’s A four line poem on what is love poetry contest
by Panagiota Romios |
baseball, beautiful, confidence, dance, happiness, image,
Here on the dance floor ready to begin.
My turquoise sequined gown
just meets my shin.
I love the feathered boa that
encircles my neck.
I look as stunning and bright as
moonlight on a ships deck.
And you, yes, you my Prince of Dance,
With lifted, chin, suave hair,long tailed
tuxedo and on your back, number nine.
We will do each step, swirl with touching,
utmost, regal elegance.
And after we win the trophy, we happily
shall indulge in divine decadence.
February 4, 2020
by Marie Harrison |
Black Feather Boa
Your cosmic love
Encircles me like a
My bare body,
As I sleep taking me
To the highest plateau.
Your silky boa feathers
Tickle me between my toes
Causing me to open up
My rose hips to you
Like a blooming rose.
Your hot juices
Quench my parched
Tongue and leaving me
Blushed and happy.
Ready to run
Off towards the
Apricot setting sun
Where you keep
Your black feather
Boa of love.
by Nancy Jones |
introspection, life, nature, giving,
Bask in the light
Linger in the shadows
Earthworms are good and
Slugs are bad
If you’re a gardener, that is
If you’re a bird it doesn’t make a difference
Children love rolly pollies
Some spiders and snakes bite
Daddy long legs don’t
Neither do boa constrictors
But they hug too hard
If you think giving up cigarettes
Or television’s hard
Try giving up suffering
Now THAT'S an addiction!
by Bernadette Langer |
life, philosophy, social,
Hands to lovingly hold
Loudly wrapped, into
Declarations of love
Concealing muted anger
Mother of my dreams
Warden of my nightmares
Protected by your spirit
Smothered by its dominance
by Precious Adebanke |
home, love, together,
Enclave or enormous but pretty king mask
Brick per brick Rome's whack on an iron task
A shield to that tactful lions roar
His safe I'm saved from an odious boa
En masse we feed and stucked with 'cheese'!
On a flax we seat, soft like a fleece
See many at our domain, our blue means love
Cheers and welcoming we did, pure like a dove
Fierce sharks and hawks out like safari park
En bloc we sleep, no careless peep to the dark
Nevertheless, they horse around, we're free from attack
Relief, wow to our mask for the shield attach.
by Caren Krutsinger |
My muse teases me, but I ignore her
She is in one of those joyful moods
That does not fit in well with my irritation
I am determined to hold on to anger a bit longer
Dragons, unicorns, fairies and witches she blubbers.
She is being playful and silly, but it is not where I am going.
Not today; today is my bad mad, angry, sad, mean day
Until I see my grandchild Max. He is six and a complete love bug.
He comes running in and twists his body around me like a feathered boa.
A smile as big as the house comes out of my face. Every thought is terrific now.
My muse tries to join in the fun, but it is not the time.
I am in grandma mode.
Poems can wait.
by James Edward Lee Sr. |
analogy, feelings, for her, i love you,
I called her heart she wasn't there
There was no answer anywhere
The lease to say I walked away
In my soul I am amazed
As my eyes are tear glazed
She was sweet yet hard to greet
With an attitude that was as tight as a squeeze
of a boa constrictor
Does my heart miss her
I think not
She had a non answering heart she just wasn't there
Mine feelings broke, I'm hurt northern one of us cares
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©2021