NaPoWriMo Day 17 Poem ~~ Love’s Embrace

Hello people! For today’s poem I’m doing something that is far from what I normally do.  Romance, yeah, not my usual stuff that I write about. Since this month is about stretching my writing, after all I am doing National Poetry Writing Month, and many think of poetry as romantic.

I thought I would venture into romantic poetry a bit. Now I have to admit, I did have some help, so I am dedicating it to that person. They know who they are.  Hope you enjoy it everyone.

 

 

Love’s Embrace

On my garden seat we sat that first day,
Looking out over the back fence,
We watched cows and birds frolicking
while we held hands.

Marvelling at the place we now found ourselves,
our fingers locked tight, as we lean into each other
not speaking, sitting in silence,
we soak up each others space, willingly, wantingly,
rejoicing in the presence of the other.

Heads touching, we broke the silence,
both whispering simultaneously,
we have it so good”, I you, you me
we have waited so long, so many months
this is now our time, to live and love.

My arm encircles you, our heads turn to each other,
we kiss softly, sigh once, look back over the fence
each enjoying the  nearness of the other,
the evening cools, beckoning us to move
look for warmer climes in which to further engage.

Our bedroom affords us the feeling of being alone
in the universe, we snuggle close, kiss,
hands softly touching, each searching to delight the other
lips on necks, gasps of sheer pleasure
the need to find, engage, to awaken our bodies.

Slowly we undo buttons, snaps, zippers
free our bodies for further exploring,
our hands roam, fingers trailing,
aware of parts that excite,
we search ever wanting to arouse the other.

Engrossed in our bodies tingles,
we fail to hear a rain softly falling,
adding to the intimacy of our bedroom,
cocooning us in misty dusk,
we murmur sweet words as we invite
each other into our most intimate of places.

The ecstasy that follows, reinforces
commitment, connection, devotion
we smile as we float on a loving high
our bodies sated, we hold each other close
whispered, “I love you’s” cover us with warmth.

We sleep entangled in loves embrace.

 

 

NaPoWriMo Day 16 Poem ~~ Lies?

Lies?

I am a tall, lanky woman, hair of deep blue
Eyes that sparkle purple, skin a reddish hue

My smile is quite scary, teeth made of wooden rounds
Fingernails long and sharp, arms that hang to the ground

Legs like strong oak trees, hair growing lush and long
Body that defies description, so muscular and strong

A round firm butt, that sticks out to there
Small and perky breasts, I even have an extra pair

A brain that is as small as a pea
All this fits me to a T!

 

 

This poem is brought to you by the NaPoWriMo’s website’s prompt for today. We were to write a 10 line poem, where each line is a lie.

I’m also doing this poem for The Daily Post’s Weekly writing challenge, which is to write a poem.

Hope you enjoy!

 

 

NaPoWriMo Day 15 Poem ~~~ Two Kittens

Today’s poem I have tried to follow the NaPoWriMo website’s prompt. As I have no idea what I am doing half the time, I sure hope this works.

Today, I challenge you to write a poem in Terza Rima. This form was invented by Dante, and used in The Divine Comedy. It consists of three-line stanzas, with a “chained” rhyme scheme. The first stanza is ABA, the second is BCB, the third is CDC, and so on. No particular meter is necessary, but English poets have tended to default to iambic pentameter (iambic pentameter is like the Microsoft Windows of English poetry). One common way of ending a Terza rima poem is with a single line standing on its own, rhyming with the middle line of the preceding three-line stanza.

 

(c) JLPhillips 2013, Pouncer and Notwen, innocent looking right?

(c) JLPhillips 2013, Pouncer and Notwen, innocent looking right?

Two Kittens

Once in a barn, in a pile of hay, sat two kittens
Brother and sister, twins I was sure
I knew I had to have them, I was truly smitten

I’ll take them both I said to mother cat
And give them lots of love and care
She stared at me,  flicked her tail and sat

I bought them treats and a place to climb
Then took them home with me
Two little furry bundles, kitty love is so sublime

A few days later I gave them names
To fit their different kitty natures
As they slept and played their kitten games

The male was Notwen, the female Pouncer
So much alike,  so different in ways
Playing and tumbling, he could never trounce her

They are years older now, still together
They don’t play as much, but still
Where one is the other, always in fetter

So glad I got those two kittens whom I fell for against my will

Share Your World – 2014 Week 15

Hello people!

Hope everyone is enjoying their day. If you aren’t, don’t worry, it’s almost over with.

So today we have another Share Your World day. Thanks once again to Cee from Cee’s Photography for giving us another set of questions to answer.

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For your blog do you basically use Windows or Mac, laptop, desktop, pad, or phone?

I always use my desktop, using Windows. I’ve never had a Mac, but I would like to have one, never could afford it. Who knows though, maybe my next computer. I don’t have a Smartphone, so no phone use. I don’t have an iPad either. It sucks being technology denied. Ha ha!

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I have always wanted to be a writer. Ever since I was taught how to read. I love stories and reading, and thought it would be so great to write stories that others enjoyed reading.

Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?

Well, I had a bit of a unique childhood in that I grew up in both, almost at the same time. My parents always had a summer place in upper Wisconsin that we went to during the summer months. Me, my sister and brother would be there all summer by ourselves when we got old enough. It was a glorious place to be in the summer, there was forest, lakes, streams  and untold openness to explore and dream about. During the school year we lived in the big city in Wisconsin, so a bit of both every year. .

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are? 

Some days I feel 20, some days I feel 120, depends. But usually in my mind, I’m still about 30. Which of course I’m not, but that’s how I feel most times.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I’m grateful for the weather finally getting warmer, it seems this winter was longer than usual. Probably no worse than any other winter, but it seemed like it was. I’m also grateful for good friends, who understand me and don’t need things explained to them. They just get it and me.

I’m looking forward to more of the same of this past week. That’s good enough for me.

 

 

 

NaPoWriMo Day 14 ~~ Apple Blossom Rain

 

Apple Blossom Rain

 

I sit with you, early morning spring

The apple blossoms floating down

Like fragrant, soft rain

As we laugh, we lift the veil on our lives

Now free to explore each other

Let’s see how we fit as one

Our experiences to share

As innocents pursuing discovery

I place a soft petal against your lips

Sparkling dew adds a layer of loveliness

Our lips brush,

The warmth of the morning grows

Our hearts beat loudly

Calling to each other,

Across a void of miles, embracing

Accepting no differences now

Your head rests upon my chest

Apple blossoms falling like spring rain

Their fragrance sweet and innocent

We are in a perfect place

We are content

I would like to thank Michael from Morpethroad for helping me once again to write this poem. I had writer’s block and he came to the rescue. Please go visit Michael’s blog and say hi! Thank you

NaPoWriMo Poem 13 ~~ The Dragon Tree

 

The Dragon Tree

 
I walked and dreamed until I spied a tree
That was shaped like a dragon, I stared, then smiled
Like a petrified piece of my imagination
I could see it plainly, so sat upon a log to begin my story

Knights in shining armor, upon dashing steeds
Dragons fierce and spitting fire, wings upon glistening bodies
Eyes staring, mysterious and forbidding, orbs watching
Dangerous yet beautiful in its glory

Maidens fainting at the sight, hoping to be rescued by the knights
Swords drawn, ready for a fight, noble men, brave deeds
They fought, and won, but sometimes lost, to beasts that flew
Around their heads, fire and strength, against cunning and steel

So my day was very well spent, as I weaved tales around The
Dragon Tree in the forest, where I walked one day
And sat upon the knee of a tree while my imagination flowed
Like the stream, wild and free