The dark night of the soul 2
Everything’s going well,
you seem to have everything arranged
as you like it: you glance into
the banqueting hall, the chandelier
sparkles above the laden, enticing table;
there’s the scent of perfection
then the lights go out.
Worse, there’s a note
in the butler’s pantry:
gone elsewhere; you’re in charge.
No notice given, not a hint; it was
all going so well.. where’s
the fuse box? Candles?
Torches?
You remember, what they said
but it didn’t mean anything at the time:
when you’ve sorted it all out yourself
you’ll be like a different person.
Then - everything becomes a delight;
everything lit up and sparkling;
fragrance and scent around all things;
every single thing, its own special flavour.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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In The Air
Like fresh blossoming flowers on a spring day.
Her scent is in the air.
Like the smell of rain right before it pours down.
Her scent is in the air.
Like the aroma of a hot apple pie cooling on the window seal.
Her scent is in air.
I try to cover my nose with my shirt
but her scent seeps right through it.
It is in the air.
I try fanning it away
but the more I fan the stronger her scent lofts in the air.
I decide not to fight it anymore and I inhale her scent.
It first suffocates me but then it sustains me.
To me her scent is love and it is
In the air.
A Tribute to Valentine's Day
Savor the moments of Valentine's Day,
The scent of red roses and love scenes abound.
Make it a precious day of yesterday's dream
Where your hopes and wishes are found.
Rise with love and tolerance in your heart,
Think of a special person drifting your way,
Embracing in an enticing and affectionate manner,
Cherishing each kiss placed on your lips this day.
Look for love and happiness you deserve,
Find the positive things - forget the wrong,
Appreciate each moment with your love one
Because this Valentine's Day will forever be gone.
Remember this day will be a part of the past,
Gone like many variegated leaves in a breeze,
And as the light of day wanes, you can sincerely say,
' I made Valentine's Day special with gratifying ease.'
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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After
Oh, the littles that remain!
Scent of mint out in the lane;
Flare of window; sound of bees; —
These, but these.
Three times sitting down to bread;
One time climbing up to bed;
Table-setting o’er and o’er;
Drying herbs for winter’s store;
This thing; that thing;—nothing more.
But just now out in the lane,
Oh, the scent of mint was plain!
poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese
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One evening
One evening
~
Caught in the candles lights
Flickering shadows on the wall
Softly the music plays, serenading
Whilst a conversation flows
Like the finest of wine poured
Into the glasses which rolled in hand
Flavour the scent of the evening
The warmest of company, love
Grows in the look of an eye
The curl of every smile
Caught in the candles light
A romance blossoming
Little else is as beautiful
Or motions to the heart
The warming amber glow
Captures in perfect silhouette
The first kiss of the evening
A relationship beginning
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A Christmas To Cherish And To Remember Always.
Christmas is the time to celebrate
precious memories with loved
ones,
Family and friends sit in front of
the fire place,
The scent of firewood burning,
Gives the house that fresh Christmas
smell,
We Feel the warmth through out
the house,
Making it cozy and relaxing,
Stockings hung up above the fire
place,
soon to be filled with toys big
and small,
Names written on each stocking,
colorfully laced and decorated,
We share old memories of how
things were in our childhood days,
Sipping and savoring every taste of
warm hot chocolate,
Christmas tree decorated from top to
bottom,
Lights twinkle, giving the Christmas
tree a magical look,
Christmas photos on the wall,
Christmas decoration surround us,
We have walked into a Christmas
house filled with holiday cheers,
And a Christmas wreath to fill the
guests with a cheerful greeting,
The scent of ginger bread cookies,
the aroma of cinnamon candles to
delight the guests,
This is a joyful and happy time of
the year,
A Christmas to cherish and to remember
always.
poem by Derek James
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I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When this started to happen
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I just let it begin
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The change in anythin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When we stopped talkin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
We weren't letting each other in
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
That sad, sad trend
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The beginning of the end
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
You were no longer my friend
But believe me, now I notice
And it hurts deep within
Now that I notice
I hope you'll be again
poem by Dylan Burkhart
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My Flower
A scent lingering in the
room
has led me to this very bloom.
A scent so fragrant,
A scent so grand,
A scent so strong it could
spread across the land.
A shade of golden-brown
is something that will not make me frown.
A flower so beautiful,
a flower that's for me
makes me bend on this very
knee.
The allure, scent, and attraction
is enough to control my very
action.
Don't worry, she's not only your flower,
she's my flower.
poem by Casey Jarrell
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The Scent Of Another Men
The scent of another men
Revenge
The scent of another men
Money and more money
The scent of another men
Money is his God
The scent of another men
No friends but enemies
The scent of another men
More misery than ever
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Love and Fragrance
The fragrance of a flower
Like the fragrance of a woman
Is a declaration of fertility
The poetry of seduction
When you hold a flower
When you touch your lover
Traces of the fragrance stay with you
They're ingrained in your skin
Much like the single red rose
Standing alone, erect
Aflame with desire
My passion is only for you
And like a delicate flower
Our love is fueled by a fragrance
A fragrance that is uniquely yours
A scent that demands my attention
But in the end
Without love
Without passion
There would be no fragrance
~Rick Berry
poem by Rick Berry
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The Scent
As I lay alone late tonight I hold your pillow tight and inhale your scent.
The scent that sends my mind back to the last time we made love.
Now, as I inhale more of the scent of you I start to feel your presences.
I begin to feel soft tenderness of your kisses.
I then feel your touch stroking every inch of my body.
I also feel the motion of your hips just like I did the last night we made love.
As I take one last deep breath and inhale the scent that is the essence of you.
I feel you doing the same thing as you also lay alone without me.
It's the little things that make a big difference.
some say it's the little things that matter,
i'm starting to see why,
these are the moments that you remember,
when somebody takes the time,
to do something special,
that one little thing,
can brighten up somebodys day,
i'm not a hard person to please,
it just that some take me for granted,
they bring out the worse in me,
of course i'm going to ask for more,
i love to share my kindness,
but only to ppl who deserve it,
call me mean,
i'm starting not to care,
if i cared what everybody think,
just to make them happy,
all of that don't mean a thing,
if i'm not the one happy.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Special Needs
Remember me when youre the one whos silver screen
Remember me when youre the one you always dreamed
Remember me when everyones noses start to bleed
Remember me, special needs
Just 19 and suckers dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Remember me when you clinch your movie deal
And think of me stuck in my chair that has four wheels
Remember me through flash photography and screams
Remember me, special dreams
Just 19 this suckers dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Just 19 and suckers dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Remember me...
Just 19 this suckers dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Just 19 and suckers dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Remember me...
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Confused
A girl at 15 sits in her room and begins to write in her journal.
I just started to notice certain people in a romantic way.
I notice their scent as they walk by.
I remember the sound of their laugh.
I notice ever muscle tone in their body.
And I daydream about their lips kissing mine and taking my breath away.
But I’m confused because those who I have romantic feeling about are the same sex as me
The Ballade Of The Mistletoe Bough
I am standing under the mistletoe,
And I smile, but no answering smile replies
For her haughty glance bids me plainly know
That not for me is the thing I prize;
Instead, from her coldly scornful eyes,
Indifference looks on my barefaced guile;
She knows, of course, what my act implies—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?
I stand here, eager, and beam and glow,
And she only looks a refined surprise
As clear and crisp and as cold as snow,
And as—Stop! I will never criticise!
I know what her cold glance signifies;
But I’ll stand just here as I am awhile
Till a smile to my pleading look replies—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?
Just look at those lips, now! I claim they show
A spirit unmeet under Christmas skies;
I claim that such lips on such maidens owe
A—something—the custom justifies;
I claim that the mistletoe rule applies
To her as well as the rank and file;
We should meet these things in a cheerful guise—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?
ENVOY
These customs of Christmas may shock the wise,
And mistletoe boughs may be out of style,
And a kiss be a thing that all maids despise—
But look at those lips, do! They hint a smile!
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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I'll Remember You
It's funny how time slips away
On those long summer nights,
I had sat down at my balcony,
I had gazed at the stars,
I had cried all night,
I had cried tears` of 'Good -bye': But
I had to keep on going without your love
Living my life the way I choose to
Discovering the things that are left for me to do
Doing the things that I love
Let there be light
Don't give excuses
Don't wait for answers
Don't wait for tomorrow
Don't ask me why
No need to be angry anymore
No need to wait anymore
For this special day, special hour,
No need to fight, just follow him, because
The Lord has come to set you free
The Lord has come to take you home
A place with no more pain and sorrows
Where you will find comfort and peace
Maybe someday, you will meet me again
A time has come to say” Good-bye'
I'll remember you in my dreams
I'll remember you in my sleep
I'll remember you each day and every hour of the day
I'll remember you for all the good things you have done for me
I'll remember you for the special time we spent together.
I'll remember you in my prayers
I'll remember you for the kind of person you were
I'll remember you every night
I'll remember you for your special smiles and laughter
I'll remember you
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Seeing I
Your sweet scent…
Covers me…
Head to toe…
Without you…
I just don’t know…
Your scent…
Like the rising Sun…
Without your love…
Where would I run…
Like your mood…Things within me grow…
Forward and back again…
Your sweet scent has no end…
I could not take …
The pain …
If I could never see…
You again…
Rise my sweet beauty…
Let us share our duties…
Let me fly under your wing…
And look upon the earth…
From which we came…
And came…
whisperkwane
swtlamb@yaho o.com
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Debut
Eighteen roses
with manifold thorns
floridly swaying with
the flummox of motes
and then there was
a single carnation
unabashedly uncurling
and prying behind
the reticent curtains
of my endless nights
Eighteen candles
with mouthful of garish lights
devouring moths
with ludicrous invitations
and then there was
a lone chandelier
flickering many orbs
to a consummate glow
to deluge the dark and unfurl
these clandestine volitions
Eighteen treasures -
flamboyance gilded by
dilettante architectures
profligate the leisure
and pillage the quintessence
and then there was
a lissome string
unfettered from the poisons
of mediocre demarcations
unlatch the vault and reveal
your struggles, your lights, your shadows
Eighteen years
of an eternal waltz caroming
the clean lines of living
bemuse the fastidious poetry
and outgrow your limitations
and then there was
a single descrying of time
when your roses shall blossom,
your candles shall hone visions,
your treasures shall encompass grandiosity;
now, titillate your shy unreality.
poem by Norman Santos
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The morning scent of rosemary
‘Rosemary – that’s for remembrance..'
Can you smell it now?
that tough yet choosy herb,
giving of itself;
remembrance, perhaps, for Northern Europeans,
of that package tour to Crete:
rising early, that first morning,
the body clock not quite adjusted,
the sun already warming mountain-sides
before it reaches down into the valley;
already, the intoxicating scent of wild herbs
rolling slowly down the hillside, telling you,
this, this, could be paradise..
below you, blue morning sea
beyond white walls of huddled houses..
still in the air, the hint of night-time’s blessed dew..
rosemary: did you think it named
after the fragrance of Mary’s own humility,
mingling with the scent of manger hay?
mingling with the sweetness of that day?
no – ‘ros marinus’, dew of the ocean,
is the meaning of its name…
though, how well it suits her memory..
suits, too, that remembered Cretan morning;
for before the Romans, Indians used those words;
the dew, humidity, rather than humility;
marine, cognate with the words
for the clear, pure light of sun on sea…
that Cretan morning:
the rosemaried fragrance of remembrance;
sunshine and white walls adoring one another;
sky and sea, two shades of Maryblue.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Himalayan Balsam (Cavatina)
Quite indolent somewhat like purple orchids;
a rich fragrance
comes as they do a nice fruity scent spill;
they draw a glance
as they hang jointed, course and delicate,
like a romance
that comes with a sudden kind of whiff
changing to certainty from just an if.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Winter's Night
Like so many diamonds
sparkling in the night.
A new fallen snow glistens.
In the winter moon's cold light.
A high steppin' steed
its clip clop rhythm
with harness bells jingling.
Adds musical charm.
To a romantic ride
through the moonlit night.
As it pulls the sleigh
across a carpet of white.
Nestled beneath a blanket warm
watching the icy panorama unfold.
In the air your breath a cloud
hangs suspended in the cold.
Snow laden pines
waft their fragrance
gently across the air.
Infusing the night with sweetness.
From fireplaces burning
drifts wood's aromatic scent.
Adding to the magic
of this night's enchanting moment,
Distant window's lights
twinkle and glow.
Becking warm
through this wintery show.
A Currier and Ives
come to life.
This picture
of a winter's night.
poem by Kurt Hearth
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