Enfolding (Old Poetry Cento) by Mari Goes at All poetry

Upon the white stilled hushing
the flaming senses, raving with delight
the bliss of the first nights of a romance
And we will all the pleasures prove
a serious need, that will not be denied
till love has nothing more to ask

I bring you my passionate rhyme
without intimidation…with symmetry of wish

Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songs
uncounted kissing, unremembered vows
An infinite gladness, echoing round
in music's most persuasive tone
of crumbling silence seriously smiles
friendship refined, the calm delight of Love

We are complete like a single river
meeting from every hill the ravished sight
The waters with soft fingers draw it down
the soft, shy yielding of warm red lips
But ah! while all is warmth and soft desire
stay close to me, tell me you're mine

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
earth, sky and sea within an O
with arms that supplicate and trembling sighs

Love made me such that I live in fire
to know for an hour you where mine completely
The comfortable smell of friendly fingers
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
origin of pleasure, and the beginning
of our meetings as epiphanies

Murmur and gleam, lift lustrous eyes
of your persistent burning glances
Nakedness bowed slowly
feet trembling in love, full of pale languor
I taste with endless kisses and taste again
to such a deep delight 'twould win me

To quench my longing I bent me low
to melt and be like a running brook
half swooned for surfeit of such luxuries
exposing every limb and feature
To feel the fever of that hand
aroused by passion's windy vehemence

In the last knot that love could tie
ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty
by love and warm desires fed

Feeling the good times of love's miracle
over and over, whispering, half revealing
in one voluptuous morning-dream
in million tones entwined for evermore
You become an image of what is remembered forever
blushed bright beneath my burning kiss

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Blushfulmoon
March 29, 2008

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wozers~
Can't believe each line belonged to a different poem
You have really outdid yourself on this one sis....
A stunning Cento and I think this is a winner
It is in my book
Love n hugs
Susan~~~
Desire
March 15, 2008
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Wow!!!
Now this is Brilliant and what a quilt of poetry You have weaved together
Beautifully done and I know this took a lot of work

I Love this!!
Gorgeous compilations

Marvelous message brought to Light
Thank You for sharing Your Heart and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
Best wishes too
and much love~ Desire~*~
forty-one
March 15, 2008

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Ok... forty-one is scratching head here. You have got to explain this one to me. Is this all of your magnificent mind, or is it in fact... bits, and pieces of what came before, made into one? It's such an interesting piece of work, that I enjoyed very much. I must say... my favorite line in this work is this:

ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty...

talk about getting lost in thought, I was so far gone trying to imagine that. This was fabulous stuff, Mari!
Loved it!

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- Mari Goes
  March 15, 2008
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  Thanks Troy I can't take credit for the words, each line belongs to different poems, and I wish they were, but they aren't mine
Yemassee
March 14, 2008
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A half cento
Yemassee
March 14, 2008

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No one knows just how big the effort was!

I had the pleasure of reading this and helping to bother you while you tried to write it. I'm surprised the cento isn't filled with lines like, "Shut up mayne, I'm trying to look up poem!" or, "Hey stupid, shut up, I'm working here, I could care less about your ingrown toenail!"

It's of course beautiful, very coherent, which is of major importance in a Cento I'd say. You need to find a cento contest...I know one, give it to me and I'll enter and win...I need 4000 points!
Peteskid
March 14, 2008

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this is a marvel, i recognize the essence of so many of these writers, Cummings, Tagore, Qabbani, Neruda because the language chosen reflect their style so well; this is a poem with remarkable flow, depth, and beauty as if written by one mind using the words of many other minds, a true Cento...giving new meanings to the verses. A big effort here no doubt, but the results are simply amazing...PK