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Morning Rapture



I found your ankles on my pillow,
A bit away I found your knees,
And fading smells of peccadillo
Beyond, way Northwards some degrees.

You rolled, escaping morning’s tickle
Then moaned when finger followed lip,
Your leg asleep, your temper fickle
Inside that cobra’s lashing whip.

I guess you let a bluish crescent
Behold the world around your nose
When slashing teeth and cheeks rubescent
Assailed with doom my vestal toes.

The blanket flailed in raving fury
And hit the floor those miles below
Uncovering a seething houri
Of madness wild in eyes aglow.

I found your head upon my pillow,
And way below I found your knees,
And in between... that peccadillo
And thousands Fahrenheit degrees.


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  • cricketjeff gold member
    January 8, 2008
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    A wonderfully sensuous entry, really really good poem so I shall be sending you an additional 70 points for joint fourth place. Thanks for entering and keep on in the later rounds please!


  • cricketjeff gold member
    January 8, 2008

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    Thank-you to all our prizewinners. A very good standard at the top of this contest, we are seeing many of the same names at the top of each round, it shows you are well rounded and versatile rhyming poets. Over half way now just 3 more rounds where you can enter pre-writes then the grand finale. Get your rhyming and scanning skills honed for writing us the best new rhyming poem since Methusalah was a twinkle in his mother's eye.
    Thanks again for entering
    Jeff and Sue
    PS someone else can host a series next so we can show you how it SHOULD be done!

  • mimiagatha
    December 31, 2007
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    my goodness, i think you really think it... ... thank you immensely my dear sonja


  • Sonja
    December 31, 2007

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    With this poem you brought sun and smiles to me in this misty winter morning day. I knew that you are the master of rhyme, in combination with your imagination which always goes beyond any borders an in my modest opinion the best on this site and this one is not out of exception.
    ~Sonja~