Teetering tiptoes grasping ends
world steps from dark to day
from faraway as beauty bends
eyes pause, to soak in stilling way;
I act the idle play,
determined to pretend
that love has not held spellbound
lifted feet from solid ground,
in rising desires and passions found
touching walls with sweet soul sound;
corners have no voice but echoes tell
the wonder and feelings, crowding all
rising from desire’s deepening well
from heart burst rush to verge of fall
my faithless will so poorly attends.
Teetering tiptoes grasping ends.
It Rains ...[E Chiove...]
Float along canals with me
even on a rainy day, when we
sit close beneath the canopy
wet and dry, breath comes easily;
in moments held for keeping.
Falling light, the clouds so still
will leave you long before I will,
into sunset, pouring sweet wine
tasting airy whispers; misted fine
among night flower drippings.
Watch the turning colors of sky
to inviting darkness, moonlight eyes
on veranda above glistening glows
stars will make our draping shadows;
until dawn’s hazy driftings.
Sonnet style
Pallid poetry of the evening tides
when even seas seem to pause and slow
'pon the rolling touch and giving glides
like loving hand, in passion's ardent glow;
and the silver splendor of lowering night
finds reflected glory shimmered fair
and moon becomes bright bold lights
'neath every whirl and swirl of softer air,
and there I find stars like a woman's eyes
full of mystery and concealed invitation
and dreams becomes the purpose of the skies
mood magic, captive of yet lovelier creation.
Time defies rise of day, and night lingers so
moon might finish its dance, love and shadow.
~PK, MI, USA (Peteskid)
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As you wake to kiss my shoulder
Sleeping child-
turn your head and sigh,
as you wake to kiss- my
shoulder.
I reach behind-
and stroke your hair,
your tender kiss-
sparks a flame, in my mind.
It leads me back-
to a Townfoot flat,
number 89- still stands open.
Hand carved stools-
(that) wallpaper hung,
to connect huge flowers-
and pictures.
Of a nearby bridge-
summer sun on a pool,
pale reflections in gold-
sit gentle.
Childrens books-
the strange scent of Brut,
on an eiderdown- live longest.
As moonlight seeps-
through our new double - glaze,
I tighten my eyes-
and reach for you again.
~ A. Jarzyna: Langholm, Scotland
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Awaiting You
Waiting an eternity it seems,
for the woman of my dreams
To be my loving wife
and bring my heart to life
We were right from the start,
I knew deep in my heart
That I would always love you
This passion strong and true
Careful thought and planning
Always finding you enchanting
It has seemed like forever
Waiting for us to be together
I asked for your hand
To finally know where you stand
My avid joy at your reply
Made me feel like I could fly
For you my dearest
I have longed to be nearest
Have you appear beside me
With love greater than the largest sea
The time has come at last
My happiness amassed
My Love, I await you with a smile
As you walk down the aisle
~ S. Napolitano, MA, USA
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Crest and Tide
When I wake at night to watch you sleeping,
a sense of wonder and excitement reigns.
Gone are the lonely years of my weeping,
silenced by the whisper of love's refrain.
Of gentle moans slipping from searching lips,
wanton need glistening in shining eyes.
Craving the rise and fall of thrusting hips,
to elicit the most delicious cries.
In the afterglow I am left amazed,
by the sincere depth of love's expression.
And in a hushed sigh, contentment is phrased,
no longer suffering deep oppression.
The calm waters of your love, crest and tide.
And I dear heart, am locked safely inside.
Library Of Love
Once upon a time,
amid furious
fingers straining
with excitement,
there was a newness
a rush,
exhilarating
and overwhelming.
With time it dissipated
slowly,
into hands that lingered
in exploration,
lovingly.
Turning pages
saw the pauses become
longer,
yet the quiet depths
were always filled
with sanctuary
and a knowledge
of connection.
Fairy tales of marriage
rewritten
into epic tales
of endurance,
penned
in indelible inks.
Supple spines,
ending up balanced
upon shelves,
of utter contentment...
~ B. Langer, Torbay, Newfoundland, Canada
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Dawn of a rose
The under casing of the winds lullabies sound in the distant beating
Of a suffocated heart lifeless within the moonlit stars,
Yet the delicacy of a newborn cry starts an ember within your glazing eyes,
The serenity pulsing through the humming of your tender veins.
I can’t quite explain how the sun rises from the ocean, where it laid drowned,
But for a small moment your oxygen is tipping within my lungs,
And a surging numbness devours all sensors of the petal laughs,
Even though the harshness of the night’s cold still rings the bells for my heart.
You’ll guarantee that the autumn leaves will not coat the ever growing ecstasy,
As you take the creases within my palm and wrap them in a blanket, so warm,
Taking the ever gliding steps across the brittle path. Glistened with glass.
Gasping, you’ll approach the question scared upon the blood bitten lips,
And un-sew the ribbon of another’s missing heart,
No longer a fossil, your glance replaces the lost,
Entwined the birds of our wings fly, and the dawn of sun shall rise.
~ C. Phillips, England, UK
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Gathering dust
Syllables stutter
as they birth from my tongue;
(I'm not sure what to do
with these thoughts,
thrown onto paper
like pagan poetry
They swirl in thin air,
trying to find a match
in your eyes.
But still,
my lips seem to gather dust
as words somehow
fail to happen -
I'll take an orchid in my mouth
and let it ripe;
so that it's perfume
can draw you a blueprint
of my being.
I'll give you a lilly
and hope
it will write you a dictionary,
to manifest the metaphors
I find in us.
And we alliterate with ardor:
my fingers,
forget-me-nots
caressing the curves of your body,
your hands,
the garden in which I reside.
Saffron and ochre
eyes resonate
melon flavoured thoughts;
oh, sweet tastes
the liquor of your grace
and in the dust of crushed pearls,
petals of our skin
cover a world of ardor
there's saffron and ochre
between the syllables of your voice -
eloquent vibrations skim
through my core
my being:
suffused with the scent
of elegance
and future,
imbued with velvet
Stolen sighs
It was late at night,
(or so)
we folded and furled,
and tussled
with bed linen...
Then,
our moment;
surroundings shushed climaxes
as if suspense stole sighs,
skulking in the shadows
of our silhouettes.
Pantingly,
we unplugged;
and syllables of sensuality
translated to slumber.
(and your lovely snore)
~ L. Aalders, Bruges –Belgium (Europe)
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Gold Silken Threads
Silken fingers wrap us in its cocoon,
so gently entwined like finely spun gold.
It holds us tight in the warmth of its womb
and nestles us sweetly into its fold.
In the depths of delight we dance and writhe
as the silken threads mold us into one.
Our bodies sway till they're supple and lithe
and emanates love that shines like the sun.
Indulging in sound, the smell and the taste,
a movement that dances in harmony;
with echoes of whisperings made in haste,
leaves us in the arms of gentle beauty.
In Love's Attire
Bound by words laced with fragrant frankincense,
spoken by lips that leave pink tinted blush.
Skin travels upon skin, a gentle brush,
arousing deep love, and heightens each sense.
As the day draws breath and shadows have fled,
sweet sonnets of love dance upon your tongue,
and in midday sun, our passion has sprung,
continuing on a rose petalled bed.
I drink the fine dew that's sweeter than wine,
while beauty exudes from two blushing lips.
Ecstatic quivers reach each fingertip;
my love I am yours and you've become mine.
I've placed you as a seal upon my heart,
so even in death our love cannot part.
~K. Banger, Guildford, UK
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My Fairytale
My fairytale has thrown me to thousands of places,
pulling my emotions, building them, tearing them down
hoping to find my fairytale prince, wrong in all cases
and though I would love to leave you without a sound,
I can't.
Every person that I've met has brought me insight,
to how many Mr. Wrongs there are in this universe
Every man, I believed to be my shining knight,
but let's face it, it is but only my curse.
And although you have broken my smile,
although you have ripped out my heart,
I love you nonetheless, for all the while
because you are The Only consistent part.
The Only.
So each morning, I awake, knowing you're still here
even if we struggle through much more than I choose,
because every fairy tale comes with fear,
with a challenge to face, with something to lose
Fate has chosen what is in store for us, don't worry
and sooner or later, life will be in full swing
because we're still together, though things are blury
so I'll always remember as I look down at my ring...
You are in my fairytale.
~ A. Maggin, NY, USA
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Never Cliché
How does one put such an emotion
to words?
Four letters just don’t cover it.
They can’t even attempt to convey this.
And they would like
to make us think that
it’s all cliché,
nothing new could be said.
Put us in the pocket
of their discontent
and lack of spark
and ambition.
So no dear
I do not love you.
My soul leaps at the thought of you
but I do not love you.
My heart hurts when you are not in view
but I do not love you.
You are the lyrics to my music,
the spark to my flame.
We are arrow and target,
we are lungs and oxygen,
nourishment to hunger,
but I am always starving for you.
I’m not whole when you are broken.
I am here and…..
I will stand here forever
[heart in hand]
until you find me.
Even the idea of
not connecting to the other half of me
is more than I can take and so….
I speak of things I know and do not know,
of things I see and can not see.
Because I yearn and plead,
I break and it doesn’t ease,
and I know you’re feeling the same way.
So no dear, I do not merely love you.
I ADORE you,
and no......
five letters do not touch it either.
Prismatic Endings
When we die,
shall we play hula hoops
with planetary ringlets?
Dancing spectrums
without limitations!
The universe
our play ground.
What will we do with it?
First let’s
find each other
hiding behind Mars.
[Because that’s where
we agreed to meet.]
The moon is closer,
but I love you past the moon
so you’ll find me beyond it.
Darling if I go before you
I will wait patiently……
Count to a hundred and follow me!
We have star dust to stir
into new nebulas.
[I’ll hide your name in mine
and shape it like a heart!]
Our embraces will form black holes
absorbing everything near by.
Our kisses will reignite dying stars
forming new constellations
to gaze upon.
And we will mark the heavens
with our love.
See you on the other side!
~ A. Drummond. IN, USA
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S. W. a. L. K.
Held in your own soft hands
The touch of fresh printed-paper
Unfolds before you, and you smile
As a single tear glides upon your cheek
The clue you gaze on, lightens your heart
Five simple letters, a lover’s seal
Emblazoned in rose petal red
Like a smile, reflects on your sweet face
Undressing your admirers gift
Words of pure admiration
Flow across the page
In a stream of desire
Planted in the fold, a single pressed Rosebud
Sown with passion and conviction
And with the delicate touch of an angel
You raise it from its paper bed
That single tear upon your face falls
And like the magic true love displays
Drops gracefully upon the petals
Gently warmed by the feeling in your soul
Now, rekindled, like the fire in your heart
It too unfolds, natures beauty to behold
The sweet scent now flies free
And love drifts into the air
The beats of your heart now race faster
And a brighter smile now adorns your face
Emotions run wild, and you realise love does exist
shown by the one who in his heart, holds you dear?
The seal, now so plainly understood
Said SWALK, Sealed with a loving kiss
Signed by your lover true
On this, your Valentine’s Card.
~ M. Howes, Stranraer - SW Scotland
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Say How Do
My love
Say how do
All these gifts
I bring to you
My love
Can't you see
You mean
so much more
to me
You're like
a flower
in the winter
Soft petals
I stroke
My love
Here am I
I wipe the tear
from your eye
Take, take
what you need
My lady of the
winter breeze
Your love is
tender soft
and gentle
And I
love you so
Protect me
from this world
You are the one
My Love's unfurled
Take, take
what you need
My winter flower
that bares my seed
Our child will grow
in love and laughter
And her dark hair
will flow...
~ W.L. Learmond, Great Britain
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Symmetry
You turned rivers to flow way back north,
and hurricanes into a refreshing gentle breeze,
you sent volcanoes down to earth's core
and falling leaves back to their trees.
You dressed me the white of cotton and silk
wishing to slowly undress me again,
telling me jokes till tears filled my eyes
and turning the Olympus for me to a glen.
Every day you gave me a new piece of sun
warm and bright seated onto my open palms,
every day a new sheet covered with words
as precious to me as the Book of David's psalms.
~ S. Smolec, Velika Gorica, Croatia
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Under Milkweed Tufts
Innocent child-kisses
Float from her to him
On the breeze issued from her lips
Iridescent skirts of faeries
Catch in his beard and hair
A grin shared twixt two
Under milkweed tufts
Dancing in November air
He wraps her in his arms
And autumn leaves are falling
Ever in love with the lake
Beside which they tread
And, oh, how they love!
So pure, with heart and soul,
Like shore and sea
As river and bank
Ever beside the other
Though distance is their twain
The chilling air of early winter
Keeps them arm-in-arm
Strolling together by the lazy lake
Laughing forever under milkweed tufts
Giggles herald forth
From twixt her lips
The sharing of her secret soul
Brings joy to every kiss
As he holds her - sweet embrace! -
Beneath the milkweed tufts
~ K. Douglas, VA, USA
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~I Knew Love~
Moonlight plays across the sky
chasing away summers heat,
within these hands I hold our fate,
will our future see past tomorrow?
Slender slit, between petals of orchid lips,
enticing hummingbirds fluttering inside my chest
to taste the sweetness, be stained in you.
Oh how your eyes implore this hesitation
to lay down; succumb,
to breech infinite space and
inhale you.
In defeat, yet in victory,
essence of romance Is sealed,
and this stone we cast upon our waters
shares ripples with mirrored stars,
forever captured between time and love.
No words need crack this moment,
tongues-tied in intimate caress
sharing secrets, spilling promises to blunt
our roses thorns. I wonder
if the sky was jealous.
It could not hold you, nor entice
my angel to fly.
I knew, in that blaze of purity,
how Spring felt to the land,
how this heart had swollen to catch in my throat,
and finally I knew love.
~ C. Marshall, Herefordshire, UK
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Arthors are (in no particular order)...
Cupcrazy: B. Langer, Torbay, Newfoundland, Canada- Crest and Tide, Library of Love
Floorboards: A. Jarzyna, Langholm, Scotland- As You Wake to Kiss My Shoulder
Fug-azi: C. Marshall, Herefordshire, UK- I Knew Love
Kiran: K. Banger, Guildford, UK- Golden Silken Threads, In Love’s Attire
KnightOfShadows: S. Napolitano, MA, USA – Awaiting You
leander: L. Aalders, Bruges –Belgium (Europe) –Saffron and ochre, Gathering Dust, Stolen Sighs
Mike Howes: M. Howes, Stranraer - SW Scotland –
S.W.a.L.K
muffingirl: A. Maggin, NY, USA – My Fairytale
Omei: A. Drummond, IN, USA –Prismatic Endings, Never Cliché
Peteskid: PK, MI, USA- Sonnet Style, It Rains…[E Chiove], …Verge
Sonja: S. Smolec, Velika Gorica, Croatia
Valkyrie of Mercy: K. Douglas, VA, USA –Under Milkweed Tufts
xBlackRainbowCharx: C. Phillips, England, UK- Dawn of a Rose
Wayne Leon Learmond: W.L. Learmond, Great Britain- Say How Do
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