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Unrequited Love – Sestina

This poem was inspired by this beautiful painting which is for sale (see below for link). 
 
 Peace be with all of you.
-TheMsLvh
 
In silent motion I drift seamlessly
between reality’s fine line of dreams;
caught in the labyrinth of wanted love.
Stained corridors of promised fairy tales,
dull years of memories, mutating time –
defacing truth, obscuring my heart’s view.
 
Inside this winding parallactic view,
the melting promised years fade seamlessly.
My heart’s desire wrapped in wasted time,
within residing realms of frozen dreams.
You offered simple masquerading tales –
disguising charm for unrequited love. 
 
Quixotic fantasies entangled love,
wants heightened tantalizing points of view.
Continued to believe your fabled tales –
while time elapsed, unnoticed, seamlessly.
Hypocrisy laughed at my lustful dreams
until it was too late to salvage time.
 
Our carnal knowledge granted borrowed time
to orchestrate an ever-lasting love;
addressed within a gentle poet’s dream.
Emotions askew sealed your slighted view,
abandoning us as you seamlessly
went off collecting souvenirs of tales.
 
Suggestions of love mock your empty tales
rehearsed along the trail of misty time.
With caution you played your games seamlessly;
a temporal affair deflecting love.
You’re not aware I can escape this view
and your attempts to smuggle glossy dreams.
 
I shall relinquish all my vanished dreams;
eviscerate assuming hidden tales.
Forever you will be in my eye’s view
but I release myself from spiraled time.
Until you can feel one platonic-love,
in silent motion I drift seamlessly.
 
And though I view our noncommittal time –
enjoying lust with all your tales of love;
I am exhaling my dreams, seamlessly.
 
☮TheMsLvh © 2011
 
Image Source: Teimur-Amiry Unrequited Love – (Painting For Sale -Asking Price: $50,000 USD)
Size: 16 x 20 in – woo-hoo!
 
 

 

Thank you Ava and “The Poetry Palace Thursday Post Rally Week” for the Perfect Poet Award
I nominate  Mike Patrick for the next award

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Parallactic  [par-uhlak-tik] – An apparent change in the direction of an object, caused by a change in observational position that provides a new line of sight.
Quixotic – impulsive and often rashly unpredictable.
Eviscerate – to deprive of vital or essential parts; disembowel.
 

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Flash in Time

 
For in a moment you suspended time
with your soft verses, synchronized in rhyme.
My ears were longing for expressions new;
the hours shared together were too few.
 
Our eyes connected with a flash of light;
a flash you see as twilight turns to night.
Some say it’s green, but none the less, it’s bright
when eyes connect, the thrill, so real, so right.
 
Your five o’clock scent seared a memory,
that will burn forever in history.
Tongues dancing on the moonlight’s heated skin,
 igniting passion’s aching need – within.
 
Was it a dream of my desired want?
Throughout the day those deep memories haunt,
for it was just a flash in time gone past –
but forever a memory to last.
 
-TheMsLvh     © 2011 *edited 9/16/11

 

Bewilderment – a Sonnet

 
 
I slept on sand within your sweet embrace
the warmth your skin emits entices me
I lost perception of all time and space
as waves of your soft voice invite the sea
 
Horizon glowed with sparks of fireworks
the flash of light emblazoned your deep eyes
you canvassed landscapes on my soft bare perks
and felt rewarded by your captured prize
 
Bewildered silent words that could not say
those thoughts which left us fearing danger zone
a road not certain in this game of play
to take a risk with love and not postpone
 
Bewilderment excites within you deep
and leaves me longing you on this blind leap
~~~~~~~~~~~
– TheMsLvh © 2011
 

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I received an award from for this Sonnet from:
  The Perfect Poet Award of Poets Rally Week 48  located at  Promising Poets’ Poetry Cafe

 

The honor is mine

My poem was received well

Thank you for reading

I would like to nominate  CC Champagne

Hearts Come Tumblin’

Why is it when I hear your voice
all the vows and resolutions
to survive love and made by choice,
go out the door, all solutions?

Does the love have no boundaries
even when hearts are on the floor?
Hearts not produced in foundries
they are soft, supple to the core.

With tumbled hearts the walls are built
in order to protect and guard
a shattered heart that had rebuilt
from ashes and still remain scarred.

Why is it when I hear your voice
hurt and fear seem to disappear?
While damaged hearts seem to rejoice,
the mind remains scared and unclear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-TheMsLvh © copyright 2011

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Mother’s Day: Of Course You Would Call

So guarded, I answered the phone
as it was mother’s special day
not yet a word since he had flown
did that incident made him grow?
all was well when he threw that stone
deciding to leave me alone
with gnarly cut I could not stop
the bleeding, like a butcher’s chop.

Hesitating, I said hello
heart pounding fast, skipping a beat
air left the room, so hard to breath
asked,” On this fine day, how are you?”
answered, “Thank you, I’m fine indeed.”
knowing you, I would not concede
and ever admit to the bleed
nor would I reduce to anger
I knew that it would only feed.

Room closed in, dark edge in my eyes
straining lungs begging for some life
I listened to his hopeful lies
with his goal to be wanted back in
manipulate with skillful knife
a skill he owns, honed on my soul
true rebellion his only goal.

But of course, I knew he would call
so friendly on that mother’s day
when hearts reminiscing the pain
vulnerable voice, strong though I stay
he spoke announcing his campaign
testing the waters under bridge.

Wild racing thoughts;  yet I constrain
nor did I ask him to explain.

-TheMsLvh 5-8-11 © 2011

*oh, the memories!*

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