Prompt 9 of this camp as suggested by most_bay was to share with us an old poem you have written that you consider the most special to you. Any form. Any theme. You can share up to 3 poems.

This was my first ever poem published on Wattpad, and it was a submission accepted by the then, quite new PoetsPub, to which I am forever grateful.

BY THE RIVER

I first glimpsed her by the river

causing heart and mind to quiver;

such an image I had never held before.

Swan's grace and regal bearing

in the golden sunlight wearing but a smile,

and my unsuspecting heart's defences tore.

I hastened to her company

with a hope of introduction

but the method and the words were choked with fear.

How does one approach an angel

with intention to exchange, well...

the first thing one must do is to get near.

She continued right on walking

unperturbed, without a care,

dainty feet creating indents on the shore.

The smile remained complacent,

as made myself adjacent, and I prayed

my presence she would not ignore.

I inquired the lady's name,

my request was most respectful

and she turned her enigmatic smile on me.

Her eyes were perfect circles

filled with opaque silver blue

'twas then I realized she could not see.

I introduced myself by name

holding out great expectation

that her handicap she'd think I did not see.

But her response was still the smile

and it took me quite a while

to realize she could not vocalize to me.

She turned her face toward the river

and with lithe and graceful strides

allowed herself to walk into the stream.

So now I ask myself the question

did I really see this vision

or was she simply an imaginary dream.

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Honourable Mention for entry in PoetsPub, World's Biggest Competition - Drabble segment . My first ever attempt at a Drabble - I didn't even know what that was!

Memories Redux

a passing glance

a quirky smile

a soft caress

a hinted beguile

the heat of tender contact

the respect of love's desire

the knowledge of another

the sharing of that fire

that rumpled linen plane

that nest of memory foam

that sheen of sated flesh

that sanctuary prone

all sensations concentrated

all thoughts of lust disposed

all energy abated

all senses now composed

...and all the memories that still linger... unopposed

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First Place in Contest&Things Poetry Competition May/2016

I think this is here because, at the time, I received some pretty positive, and surprisingly generous comments.

You don't forget.

Lucifer's Concerto

Her fingers skipped across the keys

creating magic melodies

the sound reverberating in their hearts

Her body swayed, her eyes were closed

listening to the notes composed

each depicting individual parts

The volume soared

the low notes roared

the base clef booming its own power

A distinctive change in posture

as blurred fingers summoned rapture

and the treble clef exploded in a shower

With sharps and flats the notes they flew

the meter changed to something new

each octave defining its own piece

And with a thundering applause

the respectful audience arose

except the maestro's music didn't cease

Sweat glazed the players face

then something took her place

the applause and bravos stuttered to a halt

At the keyboard sat the devil

the music's noise went up a level

bringing cries of terror in fear of the assault

The piano erupted into flame

as the devil played its game

and the souls of all attendees turned to ash

Smoke and silence filled the room

and then with laughter from the gloom

strode the devil in a display of pure panache

As it surveyed, the voice it cackled

while the fires embers crackled and

in the sulphur air hung remnants of the tune

And as it hummed the melody

souls were tallied guiltlessly

for the trip their mortal shells would be on soon

A/N: A special thanks to most_bay for the idea, and the opportunity to remember these.