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My Favorite Poem (challenge)

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0 posted 06-05-2000 01:01 AM       View Profile for Mike   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Mike

                Fair Rose, as light of day doth fade to night,
                I wait thy bloom, to feel thy satin kiss
                Upon mine lips, to taste of love's delight,
                To once again, partake of passion's bliss.
                Comes now the night, soft winds to me doth bring,
                Dulcinea, mine goddess from above,
                Thy tender words, to me of heaven sing,
                Doth carry me, to heights of Eros' love.
                O' beauteous Rose, you touch within mine heart,
                As one we dance, in rhapsody's ballet,
                Thee lance mine soul, true love to me impart,
                Whilst in thine arms, ensconced in love's bouquet.
                Am sated by the night, thy nectar sweet,
                But then the dawn, I rue the night's retreat.

                O' beauteous Rose, doth not thee hear the words I speak,
                When forth my lips, I sing love's madrigal?
                Thy tender touch, in glow of Luna's orb I seek,
                As in the evening's calm to thee fair Rose I call.
                Thou art Urania, thy songs of welkin charm,
                Fall on mine ears, as notes from forth celestial harp,
                With but a glance upon thy bloom, my soul disarm,
                Forevermore, doth breech the walls mine heart's escarp,
                I yearn thy satin lips to sate love's passions deep,
                To gaze upon thy petals of angelic grace,
                For I am thee, fore'er within thy bloom shall keep,
                As thou art me, as meld as one in warm embrace.
                I wait the night, to once again thy beauty see,
                To once again, in heaven's light, with goddess be.

                Fair Rose, thou beauty comes in still of night,
                And touches on mine heart as gentle breeze,
                Unto mine soul, thou beauteous charms requite,
                As thou doth calm within my raging seas.
                Thou art lustre of midsummer's moon,
                Sweet welkin charms that rise as day doth sleep,
                With thoughts of scented bloom, I e'er shall swoon,
                From passion's cup, of thee I do imbibe,
                Thy nectar sweet, mine yearning deep doth sate,
                Thou lover's quill, doth on mine heart inscribe,
                Eternal love, as for the night I wait.
                Fair Rose, I sing unto the gods above,
                For Luna's light, hath brought eternal love.

                Time doth stand still, whilst thou art in mine arms,
                The moon itself doth cease to cross night's sky,
                As Luna's glow cedes to thy welkin charms,
                In wondr'ous awe, the sparkle of thine eyes,
                Ignites mine soul, Fair Rose, in passion's fire,
                I espy thy eidetical vision,
                Mine eyes, they drink from well of thy desire,
                As am sated by depth of thy passion.
                I smell sweet fragrant scent of heaven's bloom,
                Caress thy skin, sweet grace of supple limb,
                Thy tender voice, in warmth mine heart entomb,
                With songs of muse, my Rose, my seraphim.
                But then the morn, sweet sorrow of goodbye,
                As wait the night, to touch upon the sky.

                Fair Rose, forget me not as summer wanes,
                As autumn's chill, the winter snows portend,
                O' senescence, begone thy curs'ed banes,
                Steal not mine Rose, whose bloom shan't ever end.
                As light of day gives way to vespertine,
                And springtide flows as mist of distant haze,
                Through which doth shine, jewel adamantine,
                I ever shall upon thy beauty gaze.
                Thou dost Fair Rose, take me through time's portal,
                As gaze upon, the joys of life replete,
                Thy tender kiss, memories immortal,
                For in thine arms, have lived a life complete.
                Fair Rose, if t'will be within mine power,
                Shall ever gaze, upon thy satin flower.

                What creature this, that comes in still of night,
                Upon the wind, on feathered wings of grace?
                'Tis thee mine Rose, in glow of Luna's light,
                To soothe the tempest's ire; harsh storms complace.
                Mine haven sought within thy satin bloom,
                I drift no more upon life's raging seas,
                For in thine arms, mine fading light relume,
                As Dante's gales, thee calm to gentle breeze.
                Fair Rose, my love for thee adamantine,
                Shall evermore, within mine heart reside,
                As I await once more the vespertine,
                Mine harbor sought, upon thy eventide.
                Thou art Venus, goddess of the night,
                O' beauteous bloom, sweet jewel of welkin's light.

                Doth not thee feel fair Rose, enchanted love,
                Within thy breast, as welkin charms divine?
                When'st thou appears, mine goddess from above,
                Thy ethereal bloom doth me entwine.
                Thou hast assailed in quest adamantine,
                Against mine inner wall; breached battlements,
                To set me free, release love's quarantine,
                For in thy passions deep, my soul relents,
                Bequeathing everlastingly to thee,
                Eternal love, and now to thee belong.
                I shall fore'er yearn my Aphrodite,
                As in mine heart I sing Aglaia's song,
                Dost thou love me, as wholly I do thee,
                Or in thine eyes, shall e'er a mortal be?

                Fair Rose, why do thee part at dawn's first light,
                As darkness fades, and drifts away the night?
                Doth morning star, forewarn thee coming sun,
                So with the moon, into the heavens run?
                What dost thou fear, what pains shall day reveal,
                That causes thee, into the darkness steal?
                Doth not thee know, that even in the day,
                The stars remain, and in the heavens lay?
                The cloak of night, for thee is but facade,
                Protecting not, behind high priest's ephod.
                Lay bare thy soul, into the light emerge,
                And hide thee not, from thee thy demons purge.
                For whilst I wait, thou presence in the night,
                I yearn soft touch, of Rose in glow of light.

                My Rose, doth not thee feel the coursing in mine breast,
                That hath remained since first our lips in passion pressed?
                With fragrance of thy bloom, I am touched by thy desire,
                I wait the night, to once again sate passion's fire.
                O' heaven's orb, next to thy grace, the stars above,
                Pale as the daffodil to rose of Eros's love,
                Love, O' sweet love, I long the whisper of thy voice,
                When thee arrives with setting sun I shall rejoice,
                Beneath canopy of stars, we shall e'er embrace,
                I yearn thy goddess kiss upon my mortal face,
                For I have met my Aphrodite, thou art her,
                My beauteous Rose, that comes while day doth slumber,
                Unto the gods above, I sing sweet song's reprise,
                For mortal to a goddess be, until the sun doth rise.

                On evening's breeze, I hear sweet song of nightingale,
                In thy music, thou doth entice me to thine breast,
                Softly tracing, seeking with thy fingers to unveil,
                Mine heart's desire, thy tender touch in lover's quest,
                Why doth the seek, love ensconced in heart's dominion,
                When I am thine, forevermore thy mortal swain?
                Theee search what's hidden not, as sure doth rise the sun,
                For all eternity as thy vassal shall remain.
                Thou art the morning star shining through night's tempest,
                As beacon in dark night, thou beauty ever shines,
                Goddess of the night, with beauteous grace I have been blessed,
                I have tasted thy lips, supped thy fragrant wines.
                And with the setting sun, as fade into dawn's mist,
                I feel thy warmth on lips, where by mine goddess kissed.

                Fair Rose, thy bloom from tender stem hath sprung,
                As Luna's glow, upon night sky doth shine,
                Of thy blossom, the god's themselves have sung,
                Love's madrigals, will ever thee be mine?
                From forth thy lips, thee sing sweet harmonies,
                With soft caress, that kiss upon mine ear.
                And touch within mine soul; love's symphonies,
                Forevermore, thy beauty will I hear.
                Thou art the night, the calm preceeding dawn,
                The glow of welkin stars through rising mist,
                When air is crystalline; as newborn fawn,
                Thy tenderness, when I by goddess kissed.
                With rising sun, night fades with morning light,
                I wait again, my goddess of the night.

                O' precious Rose, when I gaze upon thou splendor,
                As eyes espy, beauty of thy bloom resplendent,
                I cede control; unto thee mine heart surrender,
                Foevermore, enslave to thy love transcendent.
                When thou doth speak, from forth thy lips love's madrigral,
                From forth thy tongue, pour words as honeyed mead,
                Upon mine ears, doth fall Erato's lyric call,
                And in response, to thee eternal love decreed.
                Thy tender touch, as soft as glow of Luna's light,
                I feel thy satin kiss upon my weathered brow,
                Enraptured by your silken charms, I yearn the night,
                To thee fair Rose, my everlasting love avow.
                Thou love doth transport me to far side of the wind,
                O' precious Rose, my love to thee doth time transcend.

[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 06-05-2000).]
© Copyright 2000 Mike - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 06-05-2000 07:52 AM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

I see a dozen reasons why this would
be my choice too.
A perfect bouquet !

 ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~

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2 posted 06-05-2000 11:40 AM       View Profile for poetFemmeFatale   Email poetFemmeFatale   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for poetFemmeFatale

I love any reference to Dulcinea!  This is magnificence at it's finest!  This should be in print! Bravo sir!
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3 posted 06-05-2000 01:13 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

SWOON!!! ...(definition:  A state of rapture.)
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4 posted 06-05-2000 02:22 PM       View Profile for A Romantic Heart   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for A Romantic Heart

Never in my life have I read or been touched by words, words that make me feel like I am a maiden back in time, time of Romeo and Juliet, Your sonnets are treasured more to me than Shakespeares.Your poems inspire me!  
They touch the deepest part of my soul!

A Rose you are, my dearest,
Red is the passion of your heart,
The fragrance is the Romance it brings,
the petals of soft velvet are like the softness of your heart,
And the bloom is the splendor, the beauty, the uniqueness of your poetry,
That bloosums into many hearts as they read it!  

[This message has been edited by A Romantic Heart (edited 06-05-2000).]
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5 posted 06-05-2000 02:24 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

I remember this exceptional piece of work
and you get an A for effort as well
thanks for posting it again for the challenge
so we could enjoy for another round..
take care, jm

 I think I could need - this in my life
I think I'm just scared - that I know too much
I can't relate and that's a problem
I'm feeling ...
If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home
There's an awful lot of breathing room
But I can hardly move
If you're gone - baby you need to come home
cuz there's a little bit of something me...
In everything in you.

"What the caterpillar calls the end ...
The world calls a butterfly"
~Lao Tze Tao~
~Butterflies are meant to be free~

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6 posted 06-05-2000 04:43 PM       View Profile for Mike   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mike

Thank you for the very generous and gracious comments, but Martie my dear... I am not into rap....  er  sorry.... guess that was rapture...
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7 posted 06-05-2000 07:34 PM       View Profile for PoetasterD   Email PoetasterD   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for PoetasterD


MAN!, I thought all of the guys that wrote like that had died a looooong time ago. This is very beautiful! Usually the saying is,
"You are ahead of your time" but in your case, it is reversed. But I guess that is a good thing, at least for all of the dead poets. Although MIKE is easier to spell than Shakespeare  

Best wishes!
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8 posted 06-06-2000 09:27 AM       View Profile for Mike   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mike

checked the obituaries this morning... I think I am hanging on.  Appreciate the read and comment.
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9 posted 06-06-2000 09:38 AM       View Profile for WhtDove   Email WhtDove   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit WhtDove's Home Page   View IP for WhtDove

Big sighs I can see why this among your favorites! This one piece of exquisite art! I'm have written a mighty fine piece!!!
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10 posted 06-06-2000 09:58 AM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

You should title this collection 'A Dozen Roses'. Every single one is absolutely beautiful! Very well done! Thanks for reposting these, Mike!  

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11 posted 06-06-2000 10:30 AM       View Profile for hoot_owl_rn   Email hoot_owl_rn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit hoot_owl_rn's Home Page   View IP for hoot_owl_rn

Mike...I believe that would have been my choice of your poems too...still wishing to change my name to Rose after reading it  
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12 posted 06-06-2000 01:11 PM       View Profile for Munda   Email Munda   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Munda's Home Page   View IP for Munda

Mike in total awe again ! Would you mind if I print these, so I can decorate my Camelot with roses ?
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