"rapturously" poems
Ten thousand leaves fell
with a single wisp of air
that escaped from your lips
as you smile;
that is how rapturously I fell in love
with you.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 4:50 AM UTC
Death proposed to me last night
We met
In a field of branwen
Not a soul in sight
Just them
Silhouetted in shadows and sorrows
Within the murky black night
Death proposed to me last night
they kissed my hand
And asked if I
Would like to be
their lovely bride
Death proposed to me last night
I intertwined
their hand in mine
As I rapturously whispered
Yes
I will be your wife
Death proposed to me last night
they pulled me close
And wrapped their cloak
Of sadness and sorrows
Around us both
And while the cloak
Fought the chill from my bones
We walked
Hand and hand
Soul and soul
Over the threshold
Into the unknown
Jun 8, 2022
Jun 8, 2022 at 9:39 PM UTC
Once when I was feeling generous
I bought my dog a bed from a catalog
Embroidered with his name
Stuffed with down
And a hint of cedar
It lies in a corner
In near mint condition
While he spends all his time
Rapturously
Chewing an old plastic bottle
I once accidentally dropped on the ground
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
Ecstatic tingles keep me alive hoping that someone will cut me like a knife
My buttery redemption deems a perilous pearl
To the fools who fall in love with this treaterous girl
I will break you apart
**** love out of your heart
And pop your joy into my mouth
Like a delicious pop ****
And rapturously smile painting ruin so smart
Your demise is my subconscious impeccable art
I am sorry.
You’re more tempting then heroine
Especially when you give me some tender love to hope in
My spirit animal might be an evil dragon
Or serpent goddess
Or something
Or maybe I’m just trying to fantasize over the fact that
I. Am. Not. Nice
My advice to you- RUN.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
Goodnight anthropocentrism—
Mitochondria swim in your stardust
But Contraverse awakens on the
Frontiers of the Valerian Kingdom
At the gnarled staff of the Oil Sage
Taking root between the Earth’s furrows
Springing forth fountains of sweetest Nard
The Jewel of Jatamansi emerges glistening green
In it the eye of the beholder finds the
Seeds of a once forbidden dream
Germinating in the juices of this Gem
Out of it the silent roar of a thousand fields pressing
Aromatic oceans through bursting buds
Of Lavender pagodas rapturously trumpeting forth
Framed by stacks of soft sweet musky Sage
Broad and leathery like elephant’s ears
Curtained with a soft cascade of Orange blossom snow
The sweet kiss of Neroli on your brow
Imbibing the senses with paralyzing pungency
Tangling tendrils to heartstrings
And pulling us beneath Rosewater pools
Floating breathlessly ensconced in a dream
Primordial songs whispering wordlessly,
“Wake whenever you’re ready . . .”
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
Easy guilt
overtakes me and
all of the faces
erase me and
I slip in a well
rapturously.
After a few brews
and a wet ******
my nerves shake loose
again.
I'm an adolescent
with contradicting condescension.
I love you
I look you in the eye to tell you
we look away
we don't say much.
Arguably agreeably
disagreeably so.
Every instant is a building.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 11:54 AM UTC
Perhaps I am at last free from her net which so rapturously ensnares.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
Every dainty dish of love
she rapturously serve him
has an unmistakable distinct flavor!
He repeatedly wonder, often aloud,
that what would be the magic she applies,
in her smashing haute cuisine ensemble.
When,
it's love, like butter, pure and dense
in large dollops,with it's flavor invariable,
is the one constant major ingredient,
in every which dish she cooks;
for all his questions, persistent and curious,
her answer would be just a smile mysterious.
In their love life enviable, this one thing
still remains the million dollar question!
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
*We walk through a garden in the evening sun.
We joke, we laugh, our thoughts are one
As we find a spot near a softwood tree
With bright flowers, cool shadows, alone, you and me.
We sit, we recline, your hand in mine
Your head on my shoulder, a feeling sublime.
We talk for a while and then we play,
We tease and touch in our special way.
The day surrenders to twilight then night,
The cool blue moon is now our delight.
This timeless wonder in a lovers’ sky
Compels our gaze to each other’s eyes.
Its magic transfigures your eyes into pools
Mysterious, haunting, inviting and cool
While mine are ablaze with passion’s fire.
We are trapped! Moon’s magic is now our desire.
Your hair glistens in this lovers’ light.
What was sunset gold in my earlier sight
Is a silver-sphered halo, angelic and bright.
A dark silhouette with comforting arms
I embrace you and kiss you and drink-in your charms.
Lips that smiled laughed and called
Are ambrosia, THE NECTAR, the gods are awed!
Kissing, tenderly, we kindle love’s fire,
A gentle caress heats our desire.
In our close embrace, the promise of day
We’ll fulfill this night in love’s ancient way.
Our kisses become longer and heaped with passion!
To hell with reason! To hell with ration!
We heed love’s call, love sets us free
And we unite...in splendour! To love’s ultimate degree
We blush, we smile, we sigh so deep,
We sing...love’s soft song as its joy we reap.
We rapturously explore with all we possess
To assure each other that all is expressed.
Our souls are in ecstasy! So deep, so endearing
Our kisses; so sweet, so pure our singing.
We whisper our name to each other’s ear
Softly, earnestly, so our hearts may hear.
At last, love’s longing is finally relieved,
At last, love’s dream is blissfully achieved.
We’ve paid the supreme compliment for our caring
With an act of love...the most intimate sharing.*
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
Rhapsodic moments
Sublimely rising
Singing
Blissfully blending
Piano notes
Exquisite, sweet
Rapturously surging
Precise and pure
Tumultuous as the rain
Overflowing
Rippling, rolling
Thunderous drums
Effulgent, ecstatic
Crashing crescendos
Rising and falling
Passionate sounds
Exultant, blissful
Harmonious melodies
Serene and sensuous
Tender as a kiss.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
Why should I surrender to fear? /
Oh, is this frailty I sense in me? /
As I'm budding I envision the aethers /
Embracing me, rapturously, /
I spiral upwards /
Efflorescing, bursting into bloom. /
Why do we tremble at change, /
Yet embrace continuity? /
When do we stop pining & /
Herald equanimity, harmoniously? /
Yin & Yang; of lore I once sang, /
Now triumphalistically I declare His name. /
Freedom reigns /
Truth prevails, /
Justice weighs /
Spirit sustains /
A diaphanous azure flame: /
—I shall ne' er be the same. /
(—Se' lah)
Apr 1, 2023
Apr 1, 2023 at 10:01 AM UTC
Freedom was,
that field of grass, tall and verdant,
undulating rapturously,
hand in hand-
with wind's sinuous dance.
The grass hopper ruled it all,
his mind, knew limits, not once, in his life,
he was a wild horse, in the jungle of grass,
**but a great regret he had,
gnawing his heart,
like malicious cancer cells
that would eat away all his grace,
he tried and tried
but never could whistle,
not even a haunting note,
like a nightingale.**
His consort would
try to soothe him, with words
"How you make me swoon,
with your soulful croon!"
his eyes would turn bloodshot,
she would then back off,
feeling left out, not able to share pain.
*" Grass hoppers
are left with no hopes-
they are a cheated lot,
left to rot"*
he audaciously believed,
his face remained always, cadaverously grim.
A boy and a girl, who ran away together,
reached there, to escape the torturous world
tasting freedom for the first time,
stood watching the grass hopper-
with admiring eyes,
and hope brimming in their hearts,
they were so charmed by
the green freedom he seemed to enjoy!
Here, the wind swept grasslands,
looking up to the heavens,
were a world apart,
even the muck didn't look crude!
**"Look at that grasshopper,
bless him, how carefree, he is
I wish I could be like him"
She wistfully said.**
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 11:00 AM UTC
You have corrupted my mind & inflamed my soul
Bearing heavy, a pounding heart with many an ardent wish
An all consuming blaze only you do fuel
Torrent of burning desire turned loving anguish
I hate you
For making me want you so until I ache with it
I adore you
For making me want you so until i ache with it
So taken with you....
Fiercely, Intensely, tenderly, undividedly
If you only knew how I crave the taste of you...
Wanting to kiss your every parts rapturously
I yearn for your lips parting as you take mine
Your arms pulling me towards you
Breathing you, bodies entwined
And rise to crescendo within you
When Tenderness will become the single truth of the morning
I will wake in your arms
Body, mind and soul to you belonging
Forever all that I am.
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
Wandering silently
though the wilderness woods,
far and away from the potholes
of well beaten pathways
The soft breeze slowly moves
the shadows cast in the moonlit night,
past the thorny bramble vines of time.
Wildlife paths illuminated by starlight
adorn the alluring wooded trail
Secluded pathways foraged by natural instinct,
ancestral prudence and intuition's guide
Each shadow drawn willingly
into a deeper enlightening journey
As if synchronicity united hearts
learning to speak minds
The depths of undaunting transparency
rendezvous with awakening breath
Looking back .., softly questioning
life withdrawn in discontent;
exhaling an unashamed freedom without regret
Lost in perpetual motion, found in heart
Separate souls illuminated by the moon
stood alone yearning for the touch
of healing light
Ardor of hope shines an inward light
as moonlight restlessly slumbers,
passion blushes in radiant colour
The night has a thousand coquettish eyes
shining on practical mysticism
The laughing owls of midnight
Echo allusions of crystal clear reverie
Stirred by swirling tempest breeze
showering down from high endeavors
where treetops pierce the constellations
Wisps of the twilight sky unfurl stardust dewdrops
drunk by earth’s thirsting sod
Nocturnal Cricket’s rhythmus acoustical wings
very quietly chirping a bashful courting song
Laughter rings out,
blissfully released,
like the joy of a shameless child
Nature sways with a gentle motion
Her leafy arms groan and moan the silent toil
as she holds up the weight of the celestial unfoldment
Moonlight moves across the dappled shadows
budding love born beneath her branches.
Two shadows embrace as one
emerging rapturously
from the tantalizing wilderness oasis
Reborn as naked as the free
mesmerized by the enchanting forest's spell...
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
Nonpareil love:
My love for her lavishes on me every moment,
but my longing of reciprocation of love resided in me only for a stint of time,
As I would be the last person on the planet that she wants to love or reply,
She remembers me only when she forgets everything,
I am glad that I exist at her boredom.....
At least she would fill her moments of ennui with one-word replies for me,
Her reply is oft rare,
and the rare is rapacious,
But my unremitting love never ceases to fantasize her replies,
Only to sentient one-word replies or blank replies with the awaiting eyes, schizophrenic mind and destitute sound,
And this sheer life is to her to resonant with her stoic silence,
It takes one lifetime to understand and love someone completely...
So let me disintegrate from this life only after understanding her silence and
only after my love transcends into eternity,
and only after when my love sprawls into her silence,
Even her one word replies rove me rapturously rattling into the rustic mountains of verdurous life and ravine rocks....
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
A poem I admire
looks me at my face
like that bold girl I fell in love with
and ask questions others
won't dare ask--
on existence,
life in our times and planet,
sides I've taken on issues that concern all of us.
A gripping poem, keeps on reminding
me on puzzles and problems,
that plague us from all four sides.
This poem chides me
for the matters I keep hidden,
as I am, not ready to face it;
drive out my fears from their hiding places,
and tell them to behave.
A poem I realize
is power packed in the
center of each word and image,
metaphors that be, rather than speak aloud,
love reduced to equations
of words and silences nesting in between.
A poem transfuses in to one's blood stream
and turns the heart
a flower of sweet scents,
ready to bloom in any season.
This poem vanishes in to my cells
becoming a sun , my source of
pleasure, a creative force.
In my dreams poetry is a
comely maiden dancing
rapturously on the shores of time,
elevating mind to the heights of ecstasy.
O
Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 12:35 PM UTC
An aroma of a woman… so sweet and gentle, somewhere close. The emptiness of the whole house rapturously realized that she is coming... on her tiny, always cold and white like snow toes, through the silence of the corridor like a peaceful morning cloud. Just as soon as the vibes of exuberance stormed into his room he felt that too. And that melody in the air… coconut mixed with the natural odor of her hairs that makes you feel at home every time you breathe it in… That must be how angels are supposed to smell… She is at home. Finally, at home. The whole universe came back on its place.
Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 8:28 PM UTC
The wind hissed in a queer pitch,
Waves broke with a thunderous roar,
The rapturously melancholic strains
Howled the entire length of land.
You might think I was on seashore
Caught in the swirl of saline winds.
Nay I was dreaming of the sea,
Pausing beneath a sky-etched casuarina!
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
When Nancy smiled, the world smiled.
There is naught that can erase
Her smile that's etched into my heart--
A smile that brightly lit up her face.
Think of a lustrous beam of light
That blissfully penetrates
A pitch-black night or darkest gloom--
That rapturously radiates.
Such a beam was Nancy's charm;
Such a beam was Nancy's smile.
How I envy her effortless laugh,
Her quick wit, her perky style!
Three daughters left behind
Inherited their mother's charming
Traits: her wit, her zest for life,
Her smile so radiant and disarming.
More than once Nancy faced
Close calls but vanquished death.
While paying one more visit, the thief
Absconded with her final breath.
I hope that when my end draws near,
I can be as calm, as brave.
I hope that I can take with me
Her beautiful smile to my grave.
-by Bob B (3-8-19)
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 8:05 AM UTC
The keys, that
Dribbling waxy fingers
Turn, their gritted smiles splice
As peppered silence
Slices through the hours,
Sinking sunlight strikes
Another ashen pair
Of eyes, closed harder
Than doors on tipsy tongues,
Painted lips
Peeling cracked whispers,
Since open woos,
Seethe rapturously
Throughout the widowed house,
Her violent shudders
Rake my ears
And aching for clenched nails
I turn
The keys, the
Greasy lock
Is deep, yet her eyes are deeper,
Hallowing my gaze
And spitting back swallowed wishes,
Sweetening flusters that tease
Wildly she smiles,
And snatched by the hook
Writhing upwards we arch,
Toes curled and eyes squinting
As the door burst open
And the light fluttered in.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
just like old words left-
your eyes give you away
like dormant artifacts
that carry the weight of falsified prophecies.
in your letters you “spared me the details” of cities that swallowed you whole,
citing the monopoly of american ignorance that senselessly consumed my ideals
and
truths
and the cracks intertwined between
the honesty of the rain pattering on an old tin roof.
rapturously rambling on,
textbook Rome motions for inevitable patterns drawn up by hands with fingernails like knives
no longer dull and complacent.
an excavation of sorts:
a plagued year of understated notions
and transplanted promises.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
Bouncing bubbles, thin dew stands jubilant
Atop Poppie’s vibrant, happy colour.
Poppies in summer time are in a trance,
Smiling rapturously: scarlet music!
C notes rise on a breeze, crimson follows
In a waltz, a samba- zounds, Fiddlesticks!
The garden would be desperately hollow,
Daffodils mope until crimson rhythm
Bursts spontaneous, famous elation
Ricochets, the hanging baskets fathom,
The chain braking freedom born stagnation.
Poppies will dance for the rest of their lives
And drink the sweet nectar, high as a kite.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 4:33 AM UTC
dissolute neo transgressive
a fantasy lauded libertine
self mythologizer
writing ugly comments
on corrosive voids like black outs
broken verses sounded out
in mangled staccato
needing rearranged horizons
like olives without pimentos
and skies cobbled from
thatched metal bones
in moonless poems
with no dream life
no naked glimpses
no clawing
not even a drop of blood to whiff
and already cauterized
lust-less
anemic-scapes of thorn-less rosettes
emptied of black tongued gimps
and tattooed ******
no Lilliputians
swimming in marsh swamps
and no snarling brays
remember
there are mouths to fill
with pounding gristle
and ***** to bleed
like pull apart flake strudel
that squeal rapturously
shedding seas
of gagging exorcisms
so
widen your thighs
look into my eyes
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
As a periwinkle twilight descends upon the neighborhood, the eyes of the homes near me lift their sleepy lids.
The metal below my body cools and comforts as the fingers in my peripheral tenderly stroke brown flaky shards from its surface.
In the distance, the highway coos it's nightly song and the crickets respond
rapturously, a motorcycle flies by.
Im too high
up for the bugs to find me.
I savor the street’s gentle curve
and think how the light grey pavement might be soft and soothing after all.
A bat freefalls, snags a current of air on my left
I hope that this fire escape doesn't fall
~~
8-14-17
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC