Lap of Luxury

Blow through my soul to rekindle an unquenchable fire

That burns higher than the flames of shame and blame

Because I belong to you in a sweet surrender so tender

Which the very angels long to remember in the heavens

Leavened with grace and love from above that descends

Into your tender heart in which I take my forever-part

As I lay my weary head to bed in your valley to be fed

So graciously by your tree of life to be so young and free

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You Found Me, Bound Me

Held in captivity by the creativity of your love

In utter passivity as you wrap your arms around me

And hold me spellbound by the sound of your beating heart

For the better part of the night with delight from the stars above

With love untold in this world from heaven’s trove in the grove of gods

And you sing to me such a sweet melody incredibly pleasant

For such a peasant as I have been till finding you

And binding myself to your smooth chest

Like amulet freely worn now to adorn

Magic Burning: A Marianne Poem

Always learning

Running free with the wind

To be possessed by your burning

Laced with magic

Churning

 


Note: The Marianne is a verse form that is written with a combination rhyme and syllable count. It was created by Viola Berg . The lines should be centered on the page. The Marianne is:

  • a poem in 5 lines
  • syllabic, 4/6/8/4/2 syllables per line
  • rhymed, a x a x a, with x being unrhymed

Place Love Above All: An Abhanga

Placing love above all
In the heart of a child
So very free and wild
To kiss sweet cheek

New song sung for the young
Who’ve just begun to dance
With cosmic happenstance
On world’s bright stage

Now comes the vision free
Of brighter tomorrow
With what God will bestow
In liberty

 


Note: The abhanga, an Indian form of poetry, means “the completion” and is a stanzaic form commonly used for devotional poetic composition although it has also been used for cynicism, satire and reflective moods. It was popular from the 13th thru 17th centuries Marathi Region of India and is described as complex and classic.
The Abhanga is:
  • stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains (4 line stanzas).
  • syllabic, 6/6/6/4 syllables each
  • L2 and L3 rhyme. Often internal rhyme is employed. End rhyme scheme x a a x , x being unrhymed.

I Can See You in My Dreams: A Symetrelle

I can see you in my dreams

You fly so high up into my sky
While you stultify me as I cry

And I cannot reach you though I desire
With love burning brightly in blue-flaming fire
But never quite knowing what you require
As I lay me down for my soul to expire

Hold me now as I cry one last cry
Reaching for you so high in the sky

I can see you in my dream


Note: The Symetrelle is a form created by Julie Moeller Writing on Allpoetry.com as Bluejewel. She describes it thus: It begins and ends with a single subject line that is 7 syllables. It has ‘a hat and boots’, mono-rhymed couplets that lead you into and out of the subject with a 9 syllable count. At the heart of it is a mono-rhymed 4 line quatrain with an 11 syllable count.

Eyes That Do Not Lie

Eyes that do not lie, bold and gracious, both young and old

That hold me bound, hypnotically drowned in flowing love

From above all the wreckage of the world with a message

Of peace, goodwill, and much joy to fill my soul to fullness

In goodness as well, even as I kiss eyes that spy my heart

From the courts of heaven made real in such lovely appeal

That seals my destiny while singing songs of greatest cheer

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Eyes that do not lie, bold and gracious, both old and young,

I have only begun to fall into your emerald-colored ocean

Where you hold me bound and drowning in your love . . .


Note: Although mine is different in tone and tenor, thank you goes out to Varnika Jain and her poem,The Eyes Do Deceive,” for inspiring my own verses on eyes, which I have always loved and considered “windows to the soul.”

Walk Away

Flowing peace now blowing underneath starlight sky,
Though we said goodbye with heavy sigh in the night
Before I took flight to the sight of hearth and home,
Leaving you behind, blind with tears n’ years of pain
Till it was plain that the love we had was truly insane
And the bane of our existence in an avid persistence
Of insistence that our affection win over an infection
Of cancerous proportions, sick and rotting our souls,
While scrolls of damnation were unrolled which told
Of our lustful communion in union with retribution
By a holy institution denied to an increasing pollution
Of our lives, but did we care? Ah! “Nay, nay!” we say,
And so you know why I walk away and cannot stay,
But I’ve left you with this kiss you will forever miss