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The hostile typhoon

To him,
Voluptuous are her thick lips when she sulks;
Bewildering are her eyes when she lurks;
Enticing is her glow in high voltage.
An irresistible to encapsulate.

To her
Simulating are the moves that he
employs;
Nourishing are the words that he writes.
The unobtrusive is his desire charged.
A ponderous, to put in a nutshell.

Driven by tides of time,
Perfidy stares at her face,
Fanned by the firebrand.
She is half ripe and he, fully ripe.
She is a cold candle set aflame.
A portrayal of sensuality.

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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Way Of It

This is the way of it, wide world over,
One is beloved, and one is the lover,
One gives and the other receives.
One lavishes all in a wild emotion,
One offers a smile for a life’s devotion,
One hopes and the other believes,
One lies awake in the night to weep,
And the other drifts off in a sweet sound sleep.

One soul is aflame with a godlike passion,
One plays with love in an idler’s fashion,
One speaks and the other hears.
One sobs, ‘I love you, ’ and wet eyes to show it,
And one laughs lightly, and says, ‘I know it, ’
With smiles for the other’s tears.
One lives for the other and nothing beside,
And the other remembers the world is wide.

This is the way of it, sad earth over,
The heart that breaks is the heart of the lover,

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poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Love of Flavors

Preferences vary the same as arrays of attractions
Different flavors often cause interesting reactions
People in general react to the same stimulations
I in particular fall repeatedly for the same temptations
Cayenne pepper burns like your love on a hot day
Frozen Mojito's you made for me - served on a tray

Your lotion is slippery and smells of earth and rain
Leaving a slight shimmer on your skin I cannot constrain
The vague scent of your shower soap lingers in your hair
And my senses you set aflame each time I'm fully aware
The hint of fabric softener on the shirt you wear today
I embrace like a gift from you when close to me you stay

When driving to the coast I fall for the salty sea breeze
Imitating your sweat on my body while it's you I please
Being with you triggers my senses right now and when I dream
And alone with you your scent drives me to the extreme
Little pearls of your sweat I conceive like fluid for my soul
All of your flavors actually send me spinning out of control

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poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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The Duality Of Darkness And Light

If I search and seek inside my mind
The deeper I look the more I find
Exists a spiritual duality of darkness and light
My soul mirrors the world, the day and the night
In the darkness I seek the light to guide
From the sunlight I seek a shadow to hide
The dark is my shield, the light is my blade
They guide and protect me, the light and the shade
They are the sides of coin, opposed yet part of the same
They the sides of a blade, one cold one aflame
This is the spiritual duality of darkness and light
The immortal struggle of the day and the night
Two sides of one coin, two sides of one blade
The darkness and light, tools used yet obeyed
The shade of the daylight, the light in the night
Our immortal mortality, our hope yet our plight
The darkness a shield, the light a bright sword
To refuse their protection we cannot afford
Their immortal struggle, mirrored in our souls
They both play their parts, they both have their roles

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poem by Tim Vallie
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The Happy Couple

There was no better time than this
To share one sweet embrace
And close in gently for that kiss
They both knew must take place.
That's why they danced that very night,
Lost in each other's eyes,
Forwards, backwards and left and right...
Within Love's Paradise!
When they sat down, they sipped their wine,
The best they'd ever known.
That night, each other's Valentine,
The second love was shown.
He held her hand quite tenderly
And softly spoke her name,
As if this love was meant to be,
With both their hearts aflame...
He offered her a diamond ring
If she would be his wife...
To him, this girl meant everything,
The reason for his life!

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poem by Denis Martindale
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A timeless message, A final lesson

Burning thy bridges—dost thou make you happy, my daughter?
When all is said and done, will you not be standing in a heaping pile
of ash and soot? Of the wreckage of a life once so well-lived;
I love you, my daughter—but I cannot stand by to see this:

You, clawing at the grains of society and tearing up the foothills of humanity
with your savage beauty and fiery intellect—
An intelligence that is aflame, my daughter,
but one that is no doubt channeled in anger & lust.

I tried to keep you safe from the evil of this world, my daughter,
however it sank into thy bones. —Where is the peace I patiently taught you
by example? —I see no signs of it in thy thrashing heart.
I ran out of ideas, my daughter, and now I am gone—

Yet you live on, in my footsteps, in my memory, bearing my name.
I hesitate to say: Make me proud. Although when you feel my love—
like a fulfilling contentment in your dreams—wake up with it in thy heart,
and be brave enough to keep it lit throughout the day.

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poem by Goldy Locks
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The New Zealot To The Sun

Persian, you rise
Aflame from climes of sacrifice
Where adulators sue,
And prostrate man, with brow abased,
Adheres to rites whose tenor traced
All worship hitherto.

Arch type of sway,
Meetly your over-ruling ray
You fling from Asia's plain,
Whence flashed the javelins abroad
Of many a wild incursive horde
Led by some shepherd Cain.

Mid terrors dinned
Gods too came conquerors from your Ind,
The book of Brahma throve;
They came like to the scythed car,
Westward they rolled their empire far,
Of night their purple wove.

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poem by Herman Melville
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To Her Whose Name

To her whose name,
With its sweet sibilant sound like sudden showers
Splashing the grass and flowers,
Hath set my April heart aflame;

To her whose face,
The flower and crown of all created things,
Dearer than even Spring's,
Hath been to me a sacrament of grace;

Whose luminous mind,
Stored with all gladness of the earth and sky,
Hath lightened my sad eye
And made it wise in love which erst was blind;

Whose voice of pleasure,
Calling to joys as a blithe wedding bell
When ringers ring it well,
Hath tuned my soul to its own happy measure;

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poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Stealth

The tiger's tail swished left and right, to signal his concern.
The easy prey was in his sight, if startled, it would turn...
The tiger's whiskers twitched as well, with tension-troubled verve.
He stood transfixed, as in a spell, as if he'd lost his nerve.
By stealth, at first, the hunt began - his wild eyes stared ahead
And step-by-step, he formed his plan, in case his victim fled.
Escape routes noted, here and there, the obstacles nearby...
The times to leap up in the air and for a short time fly...
All his skills and his behaviour meant conscience was denied...
All the odds seemed in his favour. The fates seemed on his side.
He stood alone, no-one to blame, his burden, win or lose...
His heart was stone, his eyes aflame, the moment, his to choose...
The time was near, one minute more, the countdown now in force...
His every heartbeat keeping score, like tremblings in his paws...
What happened next was just a blur... A total pantomime...
All he could do was simply grrr! 'Cos he messed up, big time!

The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Stealth'.

poem by Denis Martindale
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The Portrait

I watch you, gazing at me from the wall,
And wonder how you'd match your dreams with mine,
If, mastering time's illusion, I could call
You back to share this quiet candle-shine.

For you were young, three hundred years ago;
And by your looks I guess that you were wise…
Come, whisper soft, and Death will never know
You've slipped away from those calm, painted eyes.

Strange is your voice… Poor ninny, dead so long,
And all your pride forgotten like your name.
'One April morn I heard a blackbird's song.
And joy was in my heart like leaves aflame.'

And so you died before your songs took wing;
While Andrew Marvell followed in your wake.
'Love thrilled me into music. I could sing
But for a moment, — but for beauty's sake.'

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poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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