Poetry competition CLOSED 8th April 2013 3:21pm
WINNER
Intricate_B
Intricate_B
RUNNERS-UP:
RavenofSorrow
and Kou_Indigo
MOST UNIQUE ROMANCE POEM
Forgive how vague it is but I really want to leave out requirements and structure. Writing , I believe, has no structure until you want to apply meaning. The meaning you choose is oten based of the perception of your readers or self view. Self view is often purer in its foundation
Just write whatever you feel when it comes to the category of romance, love, passion, etc... Express and structure however you seem fit
Just write whatever you feel when it comes to the category of romance, love, passion, etc... Express and structure however you seem fit
Completion
So close,
You hold me.
My body growing heavier.
My eyes closing from exhaustion.
Your hands gripping me firmly,
Desperate to keep me awake.
But I can't feel your grasp,
And your voice seems hushed.
The distance of my mind,
Ever growing and moving out,
further and further away.
Leaving the safety of your voice.
Begining to let go.
Slipping out of your pleading grasp
Until finally,
Consuming stillness.
So close,
You hold me.
My body growing heavier.
My eyes closing from exhaustion.
Your hands gripping me firmly,
Desperate to keep me awake.
But I can't feel your grasp,
And your voice seems hushed.
The distance of my mind,
Ever growing and moving out,
further and further away.
Leaving the safety of your voice.
Begining to let go.
Slipping out of your pleading grasp
Until finally,
Consuming stillness.
Rendered speechless
Fresh out of prison, a man scorned of women, upset and fed up, I swore them off. Never will a woman get close enough again; never let a woman inside, able to hurt me. My way of coping, self taught.A month and a day un-incarcerated, miserable and hurt... beat down and bloodied from pains, and scars, and the ever present broken heart.. all in all, done with life. But the she... came along... My Angel in flesh, met upon that one social network, a love eternal I had, before I knew life. The woman who would become my wife. Within 5 minutes of to this wonder, I sensed the purity of . The soul of a saint... and within an hour, without a doubt, I could have said those three words, until that point, the three, furthest from my mind? Deeply entombed, deep inside my head.. And as I listen to her angel's chorus sing forth in her voice, I pondered with utmost sincerity, "I..love...you".. So soon, I can't fathom it, with a heart, thickly calloused from time...From over the phone, a symphony of angelic proportions rang forth, and I knew unequivocally, unabashedly, without a shred of doubt and more sure than anything in existence, I was in love... but, Jason, how?On the phone nonstop for hours, without end, every second that passed, the feeling welled up inside of me... From the tips of my toes, a wave moved up completely unaware... over my knees, thighs, up into my gut... the proverbial knot... inching towards my chest, and THAT!! RIGHT THERE!!!From the middle of my chest, came a rush... The rush known only by new love.. and not just your, "average, run-o-the mill" normal kind of love.. Rather, the "I found the woman that was made for me" love. The "I will spend the rest of forever with this soul, for truly we are mates" type of love. The type known by very few in the world, for truly it is a difficult feat on a planet of 7 billion to find the one... True.... Better half of you... The spot deep down inside, that you know you're missing, though you can't single it out because you don't know what it is until it falls into your lap. The very essence of why human beings were placed upon such a beautiful rock... the never-ending search for the most powerful force on the planet.. LOVE.. and the overwhelming rush: the overall flood of emotion that engulfs you as you come to the realization that you will never again, on earth or above, ever have to search for love.. it's such that will slam you back in your seat... Buckle in.. hold tight, for this is the thrill ride to end all thrill rides....I was in love.. I truly found my soul mate (within 12 hours of speaking to this saint).. Having not spent even a full day speaking to this enigma, and I could've said those three, all powerful words presented in, I...love...you.... though, for as powerful as the feeling was, I didn't want to scare this woman away, because in a normal early love, those words have a damaging effect. All the while, unknowing that she felt the same. She, just like me didn't want scare away the sorce of her new found, feelings-so-strong...The next day, our first in person meeting, the swell of emotion magnified to immeasurable magnitude. The incredibly intense feelings from the previous day's interactions via phone, came full blown into my mind, as, for the first time in my life, I came face to face with the truest form of innocence: the truest definition of "Angel made flesh".As I greeted her at her car, the feeling that didn't ease it's way into my heart of hearts -the slam- which would've been easier greeted by a gentle ushering of; and again, I was floored by an unknown surge of awe. The first time in my days, I felt true chemistry and absolute attraction. It was a chemistry that I had only thought that I knew. And as this vision of Greek Goddess, Aphrodite stepped out of her car, my queen and love, became more than a voice on the phone.. her words in the text messages became a manifestation of beautiful skin, as if carved of marble, curves and physique on a land unknown, left for discovery by the Meriwether Lewis that I never knew I had within me. The hours of phone to ear, became a woman at my door, and a culmination of years of pain and sorrow and hurt, completely washed away.On day two of talking -day one in person- I knew that I stood before my one... the one... that I would be with.. The one that was forged in flesh, for me. The reason that I was blessed with lungs to breathe the air that u breathe. I stood before the woman that would teach me the true meaning of right and wrong... the value of right and wrong. The woman before me -I knew on a deep subconscious level- would be my salvation. The one who would teach me through immense patience and perseverance how to cope as an adult should. She would be the one to do what countless thousands of dollars of kiddie shrinks couldn't do. She would be the one to prove that it is ok to open up, and for once in my life, let someone else in... completely. Before me stood a saint who would show and teach me a love unknown by me, aside from lessons learned by Shakespeare, and "The notebook". A love unconditional. A godly love. A love worth dying for.Deep inside, had there been a window opened to my soul, one would have seen a unique fusion of pee-pee dance, happy dance, and all around elation step. Head exhausted and swarming with unknown, heart elated, skipping beats in tune with Oasis' "Wonderwall", I just knew.From that day forward, this man, your humble narrator -the lost cause since age 8, my age of psychotropic induced fog- suddenly became a worth cause to work on. I realized my worth as a person, and a soul. The swell realized during the walk from her car, through my threshold... into my living room... into my heart... into my life... and into the history books, as an example to follow. A beacon to look upon. A testimonial to read, as to how it feels to truly love... how it feels to truly be loved... how it feels to be booted in the ass by the size 10 and a half of living proof that soul mates exist.This woman did her strut, followed closely by a man and his unknown, soon to be redemption of lost cause.13 days after the "on the phone" day, I would say, "I do". And, right up to the point of hers, I feared. I was waiting to wake up, pinching my leg to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I was waiting for her to back out last minute. And then, from her lips, departed two words that would forever alleviate my worse fears of dying alone... completely melt away and shed any doubt -however miniscule- that lingered from 27 years of pain."I do...." Two words spoken, the pinnacle of my life. My mind, body, and soul, turned on their axis and created before me, a new path to trudge with the perfect travel companion adorned upon my arm. Thirteen days after my very first word spoken to this vision, and sound, and feel of perfection, we were one. One in soul. One in god. One in matrimony, and a pair. Two, now one..To this very day, this woman stands firm. She stands true. The love of my life, and heart of my soul... Lover of lovers, never to let go...
Fresh out of prison, a man scorned of women, upset and fed up, I swore them off. Never will a woman get close enough again; never let a woman inside, able to hurt me. My way of coping, self taught.A month and a day un-incarcerated, miserable and hurt... beat down and bloodied from pains, and scars, and the ever present broken heart.. all in all, done with life. But the she... came along... My Angel in flesh, met upon that one social network, a love eternal I had, before I knew life. The woman who would become my wife. Within 5 minutes of to this wonder, I sensed the purity of . The soul of a saint... and within an hour, without a doubt, I could have said those three words, until that point, the three, furthest from my mind? Deeply entombed, deep inside my head.. And as I listen to her angel's chorus sing forth in her voice, I pondered with utmost sincerity, "I..love...you".. So soon, I can't fathom it, with a heart, thickly calloused from time...From over the phone, a symphony of angelic proportions rang forth, and I knew unequivocally, unabashedly, without a shred of doubt and more sure than anything in existence, I was in love... but, Jason, how?On the phone nonstop for hours, without end, every second that passed, the feeling welled up inside of me... From the tips of my toes, a wave moved up completely unaware... over my knees, thighs, up into my gut... the proverbial knot... inching towards my chest, and THAT!! RIGHT THERE!!!From the middle of my chest, came a rush... The rush known only by new love.. and not just your, "average, run-o-the mill" normal kind of love.. Rather, the "I found the woman that was made for me" love. The "I will spend the rest of forever with this soul, for truly we are mates" type of love. The type known by very few in the world, for truly it is a difficult feat on a planet of 7 billion to find the one... True.... Better half of you... The spot deep down inside, that you know you're missing, though you can't single it out because you don't know what it is until it falls into your lap. The very essence of why human beings were placed upon such a beautiful rock... the never-ending search for the most powerful force on the planet.. LOVE.. and the overwhelming rush: the overall flood of emotion that engulfs you as you come to the realization that you will never again, on earth or above, ever have to search for love.. it's such that will slam you back in your seat... Buckle in.. hold tight, for this is the thrill ride to end all thrill rides....I was in love.. I truly found my soul mate (within 12 hours of speaking to this saint).. Having not spent even a full day speaking to this enigma, and I could've said those three, all powerful words presented in, I...love...you.... though, for as powerful as the feeling was, I didn't want to scare this woman away, because in a normal early love, those words have a damaging effect. All the while, unknowing that she felt the same. She, just like me didn't want scare away the sorce of her new found, feelings-so-strong...The next day, our first in person meeting, the swell of emotion magnified to immeasurable magnitude. The incredibly intense feelings from the previous day's interactions via phone, came full blown into my mind, as, for the first time in my life, I came face to face with the truest form of innocence: the truest definition of "Angel made flesh".As I greeted her at her car, the feeling that didn't ease it's way into my heart of hearts -the slam- which would've been easier greeted by a gentle ushering of; and again, I was floored by an unknown surge of awe. The first time in my days, I felt true chemistry and absolute attraction. It was a chemistry that I had only thought that I knew. And as this vision of Greek Goddess, Aphrodite stepped out of her car, my queen and love, became more than a voice on the phone.. her words in the text messages became a manifestation of beautiful skin, as if carved of marble, curves and physique on a land unknown, left for discovery by the Meriwether Lewis that I never knew I had within me. The hours of phone to ear, became a woman at my door, and a culmination of years of pain and sorrow and hurt, completely washed away.On day two of talking -day one in person- I knew that I stood before my one... the one... that I would be with.. The one that was forged in flesh, for me. The reason that I was blessed with lungs to breathe the air that u breathe. I stood before the woman that would teach me the true meaning of right and wrong... the value of right and wrong. The woman before me -I knew on a deep subconscious level- would be my salvation. The one who would teach me through immense patience and perseverance how to cope as an adult should. She would be the one to do what countless thousands of dollars of kiddie shrinks couldn't do. She would be the one to prove that it is ok to open up, and for once in my life, let someone else in... completely. Before me stood a saint who would show and teach me a love unknown by me, aside from lessons learned by Shakespeare, and "The notebook". A love unconditional. A godly love. A love worth dying for.Deep inside, had there been a window opened to my soul, one would have seen a unique fusion of pee-pee dance, happy dance, and all around elation step. Head exhausted and swarming with unknown, heart elated, skipping beats in tune with Oasis' "Wonderwall", I just knew.From that day forward, this man, your humble narrator -the lost cause since age 8, my age of psychotropic induced fog- suddenly became a worth cause to work on. I realized my worth as a person, and a soul. The swell realized during the walk from her car, through my threshold... into my living room... into my heart... into my life... and into the history books, as an example to follow. A beacon to look upon. A testimonial to read, as to how it feels to truly love... how it feels to truly be loved... how it feels to be booted in the ass by the size 10 and a half of living proof that soul mates exist.This woman did her strut, followed closely by a man and his unknown, soon to be redemption of lost cause.13 days after the "on the phone" day, I would say, "I do". And, right up to the point of hers, I feared. I was waiting to wake up, pinching my leg to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I was waiting for her to back out last minute. And then, from her lips, departed two words that would forever alleviate my worse fears of dying alone... completely melt away and shed any doubt -however miniscule- that lingered from 27 years of pain."I do...." Two words spoken, the pinnacle of my life. My mind, body, and soul, turned on their axis and created before me, a new path to trudge with the perfect travel companion adorned upon my arm. Thirteen days after my very first word spoken to this vision, and sound, and feel of perfection, we were one. One in soul. One in god. One in matrimony, and a pair. Two, now one..To this very day, this woman stands firm. She stands true. The love of my life, and heart of my soul... Lover of lovers, never to let go...
It's all in the name. A poet's love for his art..
Pointless and aimlessly, the poet takes flight.
Unaware at the moment, of what he will write.
The precursor begins the flow, the go, the I know what I want to write, yet not know, what avenue of creation to take.
Slowly, and surely as the creek will rise, creative juices aplenty, his art takes form as ink meets with paper, and with a little help from a friend, the words woven intricate, lay out a form unknown.
Interlocked and likened literature of a duly noted nonsensical.
Deep and steeped in stark contrast from the norm of poetry, my flowetry takes form.
"How B? Words so intricate in flow?"
"A mad man's internal", I say.
Thirty years in the making, a mad man's nonsensical takes on, in a busy mind of mine.
Thought odd and weird, a style unique; a story of epic proportions unfolds as a knightly troubadour led astray, cuts a lyrical hand, opens his mind, and in doing so, opens a vein of creativity that spews forth... this... flowetry...
Little upper, and the proverbial flood gates of my mind open, and with a thought, brain sends message through billions of electrical signals.
Message sent down wire, through arm into a hand, weak and weary from hours of holding this pen.
And, at this pen the electric signal stops.
Ceases.
From there, the ink dances a waltz across a once blank paper, now... not so blank.
An ink released to paint upon this canvas, a picture unseen.
A picture is worth a thousand words?
Well, picture this... my words are worth a million images.
Images that, through a sequence of words rendered upon parchment, intricate in detail so... deep... and meaningful, that images grow and appear upon the mass's, impressionable mind.
Like this....
"The lovers entwined, legs interlocked. A love so deep; a love so inspiring and moving unknown. Two souls merge as one... heartbeat... breath in unison, and from between one's lips, under breath, and heartfelt, the verbal archer takes aim, and release... "I"... slowly and quietly... "love"... fluidly into the ear canal... "you"... to vibrate ever so soothingly, reverberating upon the ear drum. A lover's passion so great. Doing a dance of passion... forever locked in a soul mate's embrace..."
And as my flowetry free form becomes the image in your mind and you see the two entwined in prose, you heed the gravity of my words intricate.
The words aflow, to impress upon your mind that "million picture, flicker show", and you realize, truly within... "A mad man's nonsensical"? Truly not nonsense.
And, with that, a lovely picture is painted, and for fear of over doing with verbal vomit, Intricate B must part...
Pointless and aimlessly, the poet takes flight.
Unaware at the moment, of what he will write.
The precursor begins the flow, the go, the I know what I want to write, yet not know, what avenue of creation to take.
Slowly, and surely as the creek will rise, creative juices aplenty, his art takes form as ink meets with paper, and with a little help from a friend, the words woven intricate, lay out a form unknown.
Interlocked and likened literature of a duly noted nonsensical.
Deep and steeped in stark contrast from the norm of poetry, my flowetry takes form.
"How B? Words so intricate in flow?"
"A mad man's internal", I say.
Thirty years in the making, a mad man's nonsensical takes on, in a busy mind of mine.
Thought odd and weird, a style unique; a story of epic proportions unfolds as a knightly troubadour led astray, cuts a lyrical hand, opens his mind, and in doing so, opens a vein of creativity that spews forth... this... flowetry...
Little upper, and the proverbial flood gates of my mind open, and with a thought, brain sends message through billions of electrical signals.
Message sent down wire, through arm into a hand, weak and weary from hours of holding this pen.
And, at this pen the electric signal stops.
Ceases.
From there, the ink dances a waltz across a once blank paper, now... not so blank.
An ink released to paint upon this canvas, a picture unseen.
A picture is worth a thousand words?
Well, picture this... my words are worth a million images.
Images that, through a sequence of words rendered upon parchment, intricate in detail so... deep... and meaningful, that images grow and appear upon the mass's, impressionable mind.
Like this....
"The lovers entwined, legs interlocked. A love so deep; a love so inspiring and moving unknown. Two souls merge as one... heartbeat... breath in unison, and from between one's lips, under breath, and heartfelt, the verbal archer takes aim, and release... "I"... slowly and quietly... "love"... fluidly into the ear canal... "you"... to vibrate ever so soothingly, reverberating upon the ear drum. A lover's passion so great. Doing a dance of passion... forever locked in a soul mate's embrace..."
And as my flowetry free form becomes the image in your mind and you see the two entwined in prose, you heed the gravity of my words intricate.
The words aflow, to impress upon your mind that "million picture, flicker show", and you realize, truly within... "A mad man's nonsensical"? Truly not nonsense.
And, with that, a lovely picture is painted, and for fear of over doing with verbal vomit, Intricate B must part...
Lets Write Each Other
Ink me in words
that bleed from your lips
caressing my pale skin
in red whispers
Make me ache
as you perfect each vision
that you feed into my mind
as I watch in yearning
With breathless
imagination
you tattoo me with your art
staining my soul
as it seeps
through my open pores
Bleed on me
in colours so vibrant
and full of life
that they never fade
ink me
in your greatest desires
and I shall read every word
so I never forget
and when my body is covered
in all that you gave to me
so lovingly
you can rest your lips on mine
as I caress them deeply
and passionately
Lets write each other
in page after page
of fantasies
in the hope
that they will become more
than a fiction novel
a leather bound hardback
that just collects dust
on a shelf barely read
gradually forgotten
amongst the archives
Ink me in words
that bleed from your lips
caressing my pale skin
in red whispers
Make me ache
as you perfect each vision
that you feed into my mind
as I watch in yearning
With breathless
imagination
you tattoo me with your art
staining my soul
as it seeps
through my open pores
Bleed on me
in colours so vibrant
and full of life
that they never fade
ink me
in your greatest desires
and I shall read every word
so I never forget
and when my body is covered
in all that you gave to me
so lovingly
you can rest your lips on mine
as I caress them deeply
and passionately
Lets write each other
in page after page
of fantasies
in the hope
that they will become more
than a fiction novel
a leather bound hardback
that just collects dust
on a shelf barely read
gradually forgotten
amongst the archives
Anonymous
By LerdGoin
Bloody love 
When I stop and think about it, it seems so nutty
How this girl I fell in love with, she likes to get bloody
I grab her from behind and she has a shard of glass
She turns around smiling and starts to stab my ass
None of the slices are fatal, she just likes to make me bleed
Then she feeds off it like its her only fucking need
She looks so sexy with blood dripping from her lips
Hypnotized by her smile and engulfed by her kiss
She likes me to chase her while she runs for her life
She's exactly what I need when I'm with her there is no strife
I never thought that I would meet a twisted mind like mine
She's my every desire and that is so hard to find
The time passes so slowly as I'm waiting for her to wake
My mind is so unstable like a massive earthquake
Every second feels like hours, hours seem like days
Another body in the truck to fulfill our evil ways
There is absolutely nothing that I wouldn't do
To prove to my baby that my love for her is true
When I stop and think about it, it seems so nutty
How this girl I fell in love with, she likes to get bloody
I grab her from behind and she has a shard of glass
She turns around smiling and starts to stab my ass
None of the slices are fatal, she just likes to make me bleed
Then she feeds off it like its her only fucking need
She looks so sexy with blood dripping from her lips
Hypnotized by her smile and engulfed by her kiss
She likes me to chase her while she runs for her life
She's exactly what I need when I'm with her there is no strife
I never thought that I would meet a twisted mind like mine
She's my every desire and that is so hard to find
The time passes so slowly as I'm waiting for her to wake
My mind is so unstable like a massive earthquake
Every second feels like hours, hours seem like days
Another body in the truck to fulfill our evil ways
There is absolutely nothing that I wouldn't do
To prove to my baby that my love for her is true
Well I don't know my entry will be regarded as fit for the competition or not. But what compelled me to decide this competition is that the composition is a romantic tragedy with an unique shade of darkness that is worth noticing. In a way the antagonist and protagonist is the same but may appear different in different shades of light. So for me this one is the unique romance poem.
Joker
“You have thrown me out
From your betel shaped heart
As if I am the joker of your world
In the kingdom of spades
And you have become my gambler
Of the moment who habits repeat wins.
But I am not certainly out of the circus!
Like the falling Oedipus I will retreat
By crumbling your kingdom of cards I defeat
You as the mother of my romantic mirth!
For the first time on heaven and earth
The audience will weep for their joker!”
Joker
“You have thrown me out
From your betel shaped heart
As if I am the joker of your world
In the kingdom of spades
And you have become my gambler
Of the moment who habits repeat wins.
But I am not certainly out of the circus!
Like the falling Oedipus I will retreat
By crumbling your kingdom of cards I defeat
You as the mother of my romantic mirth!
For the first time on heaven and earth
The audience will weep for their joker!”
I wish I can tell the world
Exactly how I feel
But its better felt than read
I simply wish they were me
So they can feel how I feel
Words are grossly limited
Your love is like eagle wings
It has got me lifted
What more can a man desire?
Than a woman like you
You are my emotional messiah
And baby this is true
You hypnotize me with your stare
Your words seal the magic
Even if solomon was here
He'll find your love enigmatic
So in all my descriptive power
So much is left unsaid
You are my multicolored flower
Blue,green,red...
Meek even when angered
Tender yet so hard
You're a friend,a sister and a lover
The mother I never had
Your are the sun in my firmament
The feeling in my ligament
Your smile refreshes my soul
like the morning dew
And every time you kiss me
A fulfilled man is made
Your light will shine on brilliantly
Even in my grave
Exactly how I feel
But its better felt than read
I simply wish they were me
So they can feel how I feel
Words are grossly limited
Your love is like eagle wings
It has got me lifted
What more can a man desire?
Than a woman like you
You are my emotional messiah
And baby this is true
You hypnotize me with your stare
Your words seal the magic
Even if solomon was here
He'll find your love enigmatic
So in all my descriptive power
So much is left unsaid
You are my multicolored flower
Blue,green,red...
Meek even when angered
Tender yet so hard
You're a friend,a sister and a lover
The mother I never had
Your are the sun in my firmament
The feeling in my ligament
Your smile refreshes my soul
like the morning dew
And every time you kiss me
A fulfilled man is made
Your light will shine on brilliantly
Even in my grave
The Little Things
So babe,
I was thinking.
When you get back home be sure to close the door.
When you get back home, be sure
that you remember why.
You've been on my mind since you
left;
but only because you've been on my mind ever since you came.
Thanks for the kisses;
the nights,
the kids.
Thanks babe.
And when you get back home,
remember that we love you.
I love you...
the key is under the mat and I can't take it anymore.
I miss the kisses,
the nights.
I'll keep the kids.
This love thing is way too hard for me,
but I just thought I'd remind you where everything was
just before we left...
because I know you well enough to know you forget
the little things.
Captivated (To My Darling...a portrait of our love)
To my darling...
A portrait of our love and of you.
Oh! The sweet surrender of my soul as I am
captivated by the best thing
that has ever happened
to me.
I am no longer myself.
I can yearn for nothing,
other than the best for us.
I can trust in nothing but the reality
of you.
There is that light in your eyes again.
That lighht that brings life to my happiness and
makes it joy.
That light that showcases my best angles frames my being,
painted a masterpiece
across your very life.
That light is the thing that makes me want
to be better.
I am humbled.
I shall live every day a hymn,
in honour of your goodness
for the goodness that you show me.
My smile is a testimony of your grace
and the honour I feel is bestowed upon me
everytime I call you my own.
You;
the epitome of my gladness
and my comfort in those difficult times.
You guard my heart.
You wear respect for me as your own respect,
as chains of gold on your neck.
You honour me
as if you wear my good thoughts of you
as your own honour,
a humble pride.
And you didn't even see that I was stealing glimpses.
Stealing glimpses to portray the beauty that you are.
Stealing glimpses because I am captivated
by your very existence and
your presence in my life;
that presence which you see as your own privilege,
and not mine.
My darling, you are my muse.
My most delicate of flowers
my most prized trophy.
You are honour
and my secret indulgence.
My darling, I just thought that I would let you know
I am in love.
Signed,
your muse.
To my darling...
A portrait of our love and of you.
Oh! The sweet surrender of my soul as I am
captivated by the best thing
that has ever happened
to me.
I am no longer myself.
I can yearn for nothing,
other than the best for us.
I can trust in nothing but the reality
of you.
There is that light in your eyes again.
That lighht that brings life to my happiness and
makes it joy.
That light that showcases my best angles frames my being,
painted a masterpiece
across your very life.
That light is the thing that makes me want
to be better.
I am humbled.
I shall live every day a hymn,
in honour of your goodness
for the goodness that you show me.
My smile is a testimony of your grace
and the honour I feel is bestowed upon me
everytime I call you my own.
You;
the epitome of my gladness
and my comfort in those difficult times.
You guard my heart.
You wear respect for me as your own respect,
as chains of gold on your neck.
You honour me
as if you wear my good thoughts of you
as your own honour,
a humble pride.
And you didn't even see that I was stealing glimpses.
Stealing glimpses to portray the beauty that you are.
Stealing glimpses because I am captivated
by your very existence and
your presence in my life;
that presence which you see as your own privilege,
and not mine.
My darling, you are my muse.
My most delicate of flowers
my most prized trophy.
You are honour
and my secret indulgence.
My darling, I just thought that I would let you know
I am in love.
Signed,
your muse.
When We Were Young
The taste of sweet surrender on my lips as I plunge
Head first into the deep, sweet dreams of loving
You
All that haunt my nights are the images of your face
Of the hope I once had
Of us
The smell of you all over me
The smell of your sweat, your soul
As we sway, slowly
Like a boat in the waters of Venice
The magic of the moment engulfing me
The sound of my heart in my chest
Beating rythmically to another drum
Somewhere deeper down.
Inside, a rising warmth
Like ecstasy
Losing myself in your arms
Our wild, crazy game
Our voices trying hard to not be heard
And the look on my face
A bright, white smile
Thanking you for the opportunity to let go.
I miss those dreams.
Those moments when my body would cleave to itself
And my knees would fail at a thought,
One touch driving me wild
One touch causing every one of my bones to dance.
But you made her dance twice as much.
Her insides clung to you
And I was left on our bed all alone
Breathing hard,
Wishing you would come home instead
So that I could feel all the things we felt when we were young.
The taste of sweet surrender on my lips as I plunge
Head first into the deep, sweet dreams of loving
You
All that haunt my nights are the images of your face
Of the hope I once had
Of us
The smell of you all over me
The smell of your sweat, your soul
As we sway, slowly
Like a boat in the waters of Venice
The magic of the moment engulfing me
The sound of my heart in my chest
Beating rythmically to another drum
Somewhere deeper down.
Inside, a rising warmth
Like ecstasy
Losing myself in your arms
Our wild, crazy game
Our voices trying hard to not be heard
And the look on my face
A bright, white smile
Thanking you for the opportunity to let go.
I miss those dreams.
Those moments when my body would cleave to itself
And my knees would fail at a thought,
One touch driving me wild
One touch causing every one of my bones to dance.
But you made her dance twice as much.
Her insides clung to you
And I was left on our bed all alone
Breathing hard,
Wishing you would come home instead
So that I could feel all the things we felt when we were young.
Wedding Fantasy
The call of the wild is strong,
stronger than the mystery of the unknown
I don't understand why my mind has flown
back to our beloved island paradise
where lovebirds are known
to sing from dusk till morn -
where our young love has been forlorn.
We used to swim and play in its crystal blue waters
as our parents combed and tamed the rough seas
often wondering what lies underneath
beyond the coral reefs--
as our backs were caressed
by its white sandy shores.
Now I know why I was always drawn to the waters
for those bittersweet memories still linger in my brain
We separated without saying words of love and good-byes,
only sweet innocent kisses that bound our young love
until now...fate has been kind to bring you back.
After living separate lives
for so many hundred moonless nights,
never in my wildest dream
will I ever see you once more;
we vowed to love each other
with a love that is deep -
deeper than what our bright minds could fathom,
from here to eternity, now and forever more...
If heaven and earth's churches won't bless our union
then what better place to be than in a subterranean--
three thousand feet under the surface of the ocean,
where our witnesses would be the creatures of the abyss.
My bestman would be the big red, three-foot jellyfish,
glowing octopuses would provide luminance
assisted by the red lanterns if they have a chance;
they will brighten our altar as we say our vows -
of a love eternal--deeper than any of the oceans.
Giant tube-worms would line our unfathomable path,
providing colors and energy from chemosynthetic mat;
be careful with your bridesmaid - the Spanish dancer
as it will stick to you, thinking you're an aggressor.
The dumbo octopus and threadfin snailfish would lead the way
as our long list of guests could get lost in a queue:
from cockatoo and vampire squids
to a school of angler fishes and saucer jellies,
just to name a few...
Won't it be better that we just put them in our bellies?
After the reception we'll go straight to Atlantis
where our lost kingdom-- now found awaits...
We will start a new breed of race
where War is engaged in poetic words
and not fueled with greed and financial gain
We will rule wisely, and rise again,
replace this fuzzy world up above
which is beginning to claim our depths.
The call of the wild is strong,
stronger than the mystery of the unknown
I don't understand why my mind has flown
back to our beloved island paradise
where lovebirds are known
to sing from dusk till morn -
where our young love has been forlorn.
We used to swim and play in its crystal blue waters
as our parents combed and tamed the rough seas
often wondering what lies underneath
beyond the coral reefs--
as our backs were caressed
by its white sandy shores.
Now I know why I was always drawn to the waters
for those bittersweet memories still linger in my brain
We separated without saying words of love and good-byes,
only sweet innocent kisses that bound our young love
until now...fate has been kind to bring you back.
After living separate lives
for so many hundred moonless nights,
never in my wildest dream
will I ever see you once more;
we vowed to love each other
with a love that is deep -
deeper than what our bright minds could fathom,
from here to eternity, now and forever more...
If heaven and earth's churches won't bless our union
then what better place to be than in a subterranean--
three thousand feet under the surface of the ocean,
where our witnesses would be the creatures of the abyss.
My bestman would be the big red, three-foot jellyfish,
glowing octopuses would provide luminance
assisted by the red lanterns if they have a chance;
they will brighten our altar as we say our vows -
of a love eternal--deeper than any of the oceans.
Giant tube-worms would line our unfathomable path,
providing colors and energy from chemosynthetic mat;
be careful with your bridesmaid - the Spanish dancer
as it will stick to you, thinking you're an aggressor.
The dumbo octopus and threadfin snailfish would lead the way
as our long list of guests could get lost in a queue:
from cockatoo and vampire squids
to a school of angler fishes and saucer jellies,
just to name a few...
Won't it be better that we just put them in our bellies?
After the reception we'll go straight to Atlantis
where our lost kingdom-- now found awaits...
We will start a new breed of race
where War is engaged in poetic words
and not fueled with greed and financial gain
We will rule wisely, and rise again,
replace this fuzzy world up above
which is beginning to claim our depths.
Anonymous
FIRE AND ICE
You are the FIRE in my life
Hurting made me FRIGID and you MELTED me
My first husband had taken me to hell and back
For a while I became as frozen as an ICEBERG
Afraid to be touched; scared the touch would HURT ME
So when you took it SLOW and KIND...it relaxed my mind
Bit by bit I began to thaw
Then you lit my fire and with it my desire
Your tender KISSES, your soft touch, your caring attitude
Meant so much, I succumbed to my desire
Which was yours too
Now we are both on fire, for each other, from love and lust
We work through the winter of my discontent
We work through the spring of my resentment
Until I trust MEN again...and baby I trust you!
You are the FIRE in my life
Hurting made me FRIGID and you MELTED me
My first husband had taken me to hell and back
For a while I became as frozen as an ICEBERG
Afraid to be touched; scared the touch would HURT ME
So when you took it SLOW and KIND...it relaxed my mind
Bit by bit I began to thaw
Then you lit my fire and with it my desire
Your tender KISSES, your soft touch, your caring attitude
Meant so much, I succumbed to my desire
Which was yours too
Now we are both on fire, for each other, from love and lust
We work through the winter of my discontent
We work through the spring of my resentment
Until I trust MEN again...and baby I trust you!
[b][i]To My Lover
with a sigh, i breathe in your words of seduction
with a kiss, i drown in your ocean of lust
upon the wind, i taste you , i feel you
needing lusting for that which you own
you make me feel, things unknown with animal urgency
as you ebb and flow within filling me completely
i have fallen, upon your lips tasting your essence
melding each luscious caress with the tide
afraid to let go, you are part of me
locked within heart and soul, throw away the key
