Free Verse Poems (29,608)

Continuation...........

On the second level, merchants' homes and shops arrayed,
here were homes, of richer bearing, belonging to the more powerful,
mini palaces, with minarets adorning their heads, of purest gold,
the scents of the Orient, here they did waft on the air, intoxicating.
Each scent mingled with the next, inducing peace, a gentle narcotic,
Listen, mighty ones, the sounds of trade ever singing,
these mini palaces had indoor bathing facilities for the inhabitants,
beautiful mini gardens, behind these dwellings, such beauty.

Now look, see in your mind's eye, level three, the communal gardens,
they were lush, green areas, surrounded by Kaleidoscopic colour,
there were shapes and descriptions, of all kinds of exotic plants,
they seemed, painted onto this scene, by a master's hands.
so skillfully crafted, these gardens of love, peaceful to the mind,
there were trees of mighty girth, lifting their many arms in praise of the Gods,
there were secluded, hidden areas, those areas for lovers to be left alone,
indeed, I, as your Bard, I tell you, all desires were catered for.

On the fourth level, homes for the palace staff, grandiose buildings,
virtual palaces, as close as could be to the merchant's homes in style,
from golden window casings, the Badicha plain could be viewed complete,
the inhabitants blessed, the splendour of love's dreams theirs.
In dwellings fit for mighty kings, they lived out their lives.
within your minds, know that all knew love and joy within Alahsar,
These homes had larger bathing areas within,
sounds of joy did ever sound within each dwelling, happy people.

Lords and Ladies, lift up your horns to the splendour that is Alahsar,
to that most beautiful jewel, under a low, midnight sun,
on level five, the king's palace and its vast gardens stand-alone,
the great golden glory, of he, known only as the golden king.
Lift up your horns, all you who hearken to my words,
drink the blessed mead and in your hearts, ever, Alahsar remember,
In one mighty cry may our voices be heard,
"Glory And Honour!!!"

Oh, golden king, your mighty kingdom lives,
Look down mighty king, on all that is yours,
your glorious name through ancient tales remembered,
in infamy or glory, this tale shall tell.
We look back, into an ancient world, long forgotten,
the golden dream of Alahsar facing its greatest trial,
now, hearken close my Lords and Ladies, while my tale unfolds,
come to the greatest wonder, Alahsar.

To Be Continued..........

Entering the therapists’ room I experienced

brief and glimpse encounters

through an aquatic of grappling hands and minds.

Yet all who proclaimed to be healers were stealers.

Among them was the highly acclaimed clairvoyant

trying to penetrate my mind.

 

She became overwhelmed and frustrated

finding no gateway,

abandoning me, as hopeless, mindless and useless

thrusting me towards you

the new boy

in training

untried, untested

and little thought of

too insignificant for their grandeur.

 

You knew that I was being cast off

furthermore thrown into your direction

as unwanted, un-repairable

too broken to restore

opinions of the soothsayer

oracles of false prediction.

 

The teeming room of therapist

glanced on with pity

as they exchanged fistfuls of their clients wealth

“She is covered in blood!

who can go near her” they feared

“You have her” the mystics insisted.

 

You held me in your arms

Then gently seating me down upon the rug

You handed me a colourless bolster bean-filled pillow.

I pressed the pillow close to my chest

hugging it like my own teddy.

You drew in close to me,

asking me to choose a colour for the pillow.

“Vivid light green, a turquoise sea” I responded

“I knew you would choose that shade” you joyfully affirmed.

 

 

Simultaneously I was on board your boat

Buoyantly floating the aquamarine estuary

You held my shoulders, gently rocking me

The boat swayed back and forth

as your healing love journeyed

exploring my complexity

through your sweet unguent scented palms.

Embracing one of your hands

descending it down my torso,

nestling it precariously on the inner part of my thigh

I enticed you into the boat with me.

 

While the elements gently rocked us

Your hand soothingly and sensually

fondled me into a sleepy lull.

With my back inclined into your chest

along with your arms around me I melted

into your caresses.

 

Nuzzling your head

into the curve of my neck and shoulder

we drifted on the calm swaying waters.

We no longer were two separate entities

however had become as one,

encircling the cool flame

of infinite love and peace

flickering through our quintessence

as the healing flame entwined each receptor

infusing the subtle energies

gracefully flowing like liquid gold

exploring our veins and vessels

entwining us like a woven blanket,

a tapestry of bliss.

 

Subsequently

we were curtly interrupted

from our dreamy boat

of tranquillity,

by prodding therapist

with scornful expressions

 “Totally unethical” we heard them murmur with many “tuts”

Yet nothing bothered us...

 

 

Nonetheless we remained serene

plus undisturbed within,

there were no disturbances

within the waters of our existence.

 

You encircled me intimately

wrapping your arms around me firmly.

Your sensual sexuality surged

as you pressed in closely  

upwelling through my spine.

 

Whilst both inhaling

in perfect synchronisation

the presence of the living God

filled our hearts.

When we exhaled together

all the brokenness

plus all the pain dispensed.

With each breath we shared

deeper healing occurred.

 

Trust and bonding grew between us

like two innocent children.

Peace and understanding was ours

to be claimed.

Fear dissipated into the sea

as Christine held us safely in her bowels

Walk past the circus clown with a fake smile plastered on.

Walk past the strong man lifting weights to impress.

Walk past the trapeze artest always flying high.

Look past them and see the gentle caretaker, making sure the clown remembers to smile, the strong man remembers to eat, the trapeze is safe.

Look into His eyes, those eyes are special, there is where I want to be.

The artist ready with his palette,
Shall catch a moment In your life.
You shall be there upon the canvas,
Immortalized forever.
In your glory you shall stand,
On canvas proudly displayed,
An auburn haired beauty,
So the title It will say.
Such Immortality I cannot give you,
I have but my simple words,
To you my Love I do devote them,
Though they may never Immortalize.
You stand before me natures' daughter.
Your flesh Is divine perfection,
Your body being Love's own temple,
There you stand my earthly Angel.
Living auburn hair dances down,
Around your shoulders such gossamer touch.
My beloved turn now.
Let my words see that which saw no paint,
The soft brown eyes two priceless jewels,
To look within Is to be lost In Loves' Domain.
A wondrous smile that lights up your face,
You become the living sun of my life.
Breasts point forth calling for Loves' own hand,
Your temple shines ready for loves' embrace.
Nature's shadow awaits the time to come.
Blush not my beloved,
These words tell not the glory that Is you,
The true glory lies within,
Where your true divinity lies,
Where the woman that you are does dwell,
The true woman.
The artist does win with his canvas,
Your beauty he captures forever.
I am but a child of words,
These words die at the end of my pen,
I think I can paint you with words,
No, I know this can never be.
No one can paint a true Angel,
The artist gets closer to the truth,
We can always look upon your canvas,
An auburn haired beauty.
In truth You alone know the answer,
“Can I paint you with words?”

It was dusk and the sun was just going to bed over the sea, the water was carm and looked like blue, green, white and silver glass.

She climbed onto a rock slowly so she would not be seen,
Her tail shimmered with the colours of the sea, her hair red and flowing curled slightly just past her breasts, falling free with rivers of water down her back.

She gazed at the shore her blues eyes searching the beach.
She spotted him laying there, his legs stretched out in the sand, his strong arms folded behind his head, he was gazing out at the water lost in thought.

She watched him as she had done for the last two nights, she wondered what he was thinking, she wondered what his hair would feel like if she could run her fingers through it, what his lips would feel like if she could kiss him.

Today she felt brave suddenly and slide into the water,
She swam slowly into his line of vision and watched him slowly sit upright and rub his eyes as he saw her, she looked deep into his eyes and smiled slowly at his expression.

She blew a kiss and waved, laughed and dived into the sea her tail flashing for him, and decided tomorrow she would be braver.

A sprinkle of magic,
A click of my fingers,
An antique broom comes to life.
Settle into the handle and fly high
Scan the night and find the Auro you know so well.
Hover over and softly drop magical dreams down, smile and blow a kiss so he remembers.

Adore cat's, a cat will find it's own owner.

Now a Tom Cat will be full of cheek, stroll up and check you out, let you get a little close, but when you go to stroke him he's suddenly gone.

And you begin to miss him, checking often to see if he's sitting, Just out of reach watching you.

His green eyes, seem to smile into your soul.

You begin to need the watchful, quiet, gentle way he projects.

One day maybe, just maybe he will feel like coming closer.

He will never be tamed, and it would not suit him.

The purple petals darken in the gloaming;-
In their flowered elegance, belles' dresses,
Fall in a slowly darkling Summer night;-
To the fecund loamy softness of the earth;
Where the purpleness dissolves into the air;-
And creatures stir.

Soft velvet carpet, clear Summer skies;-
Stars circle above, in the black eternal vault,
Mysterious. A full moon shimmy-shines,
It's radiant silver, to shower the trees.

Sparkle stars, hours pass, soft dawn encroaches;-
Diffuse flower fragrance kisses the sunrise;
Crystal dew drops refracting tiny rainbows;
And soft mist, from the ladies' purple dresses.



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A dream, always just a dream.
A gentle yes strong arm just wrapping around you as you stand wondering.
A shoulder that you can lean into knowing that no matter what it will still be there.
A set of eyes that look into you, know you and yet yearn to discover more of you.
Lips that you can't stop kissing, that curl up in a knowing smile, when he sees that you remember how they feel.
A chest and lap that is home.
I know Him he is out there but in this life I might have to just settle for my dreams.

The sun kissed West
In romance dressed
The home of the summer snows
Where the wily camp bird builds it's nest
In the land where the cowgirl grows.

The rope keeps time
To the hoof beats rhyme
And the tanning breeze that blows
From youth to age man's at his prime
In the land where the cowgirl grows.

There circle race
And fall to place
As the lariat she throws
Across the blue flit clouds of lace
In the land where the cowgirl grows.

She's blithe and brown
She fears no town
And laughs wherever she goes
It's there they help the man that's down-
In the land where the cowgirl grows.

They sing by rote
And swear by note
In the home of the sun's repose;
But it's ladies first, when they go to ride
In the land where the cowgirl grows.