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2012 Poetry Theme Challenges

#12 Aromatic Dreams




As poets we often use visual ideas to put our thoughts onto paper and into the mind of the reader. Indeed these descriptives are vital. However, we do tend to neglect the other senses so a bit of sensuality practice in this theme – the sense of smell. For me the smell of coffee brewing is a major resource for my writing, the smell of certain spices brings back childhood memories or the smell of the world after the rain. So bring on all those smelly poems!

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Jemmy
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Aromatic Dreams



Kathy Anderson

Antique Scents

Divena Collins

Perfumed Garden

Jem Farmer

Charlie Girl

Ryter Roethicle

Come To me
Profumo di un Bambino
Your Scent



Kathy Anderson

Antique Scents

I heard the word of a new shoppe
That sold old clothes and other things,
So it happened that I went by there
For frippery even though I needed nothing.

Soon as I entered in it hit me
That olde scent of aged wax and weave
Of elder fabrics perfectly kept up
From unseemly odours that cleave.

No mere frivolous perfume
But of care and loving repairs
None wasted upon noses that consume
A less perfect wear by modern care.

Wood smoke, cigars and olde pipes
Lingered on an old mens smoking coat
As much exposed to Bay Rum cologne jars
Tang before their pine tar water bath soak.




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Divena Collins

Perfumed Garden

Sweet scented gardens are a perfect bliss
To lay where the honeyed dew drops kiss.
Upon soft moss beds of sweet campion lace
With a lovers warm and tender embrace.
Contented are we beneath the blue sky
Watching the fluffy white clouds float by.
Lost in a dream then enclosed in his arms,
Of sweet caresses so soothing and calm.
Whispers of love oh those sensual sighs
Endearing kisses bequeath misted eyes.
Intoxicating perfume of scented blooms
As the sun goes down and darkness looms
A perfect haven for romance and bliss
To lay where the honeyed dew drops kiss.



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Jem Farmer

Charlie Girl

While walking through the store I caught your scent,
A lady stood beneath the neon light,
She held a bottle of perfume in hand,
And memories returned into my sight.

Outside the school gates waiting for the bell,
I saw my mum; she’s standing, waiting there,
With me running out ready to go home,
The essence of Charlie kissing the air.

I see the old man stop all of those cars,
In his white mac with his lollipop stick,
Of course it was magic in a child's eyes,
Like Paul Daniels performing a staged trick.

Past the airfield and rails, Blue on her lead,
Over the bridge to check the lizard hill,
Were they bathing in early summer sun,
Then on home where Peter was lying, still.

Sweet memories that I have in my heart
You may wonder on the what, why, and how
My mum will always be my 'Charlie girl',
Although it is me who wears Charlie now.

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Ryter Roethicle

Come To Me Softly

Come to me softly down by the river
Let us listen to the heron and the swan
Sit softly beside me as if meant forever
Sniffing the soft air as the day travels on
And on and on feeling as if we truly belong.

I'll kiss you so gently at first for a moment
Then kiss you, and kiss you, and kiss you again.
I promise you there will be no torment
Instead I will drive you, like me, insane,
If only I can kiss you again, and again.

The river sings softly, the birds do to
They sense they know what they've begun
Words now unspoken, eyes speak for you
Mind spinning love we know will go on
Eyes speaking volumes of eloquent song.




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Profumo di un Bambino (Scent of a Child)

A baby is loves ultimate gift
Once bonded, the link is stronger than steel.
The baby is cleaned and handed back to mum
It's cuddled and kissed and begins to feel.

The end is the same as the beginning
At first only touch then scent makes aware
You hold your child and start the bond
The bond that builds, unites, creating care.

Each child has its own unique smell
And that scent is with you forever more
Only mans rules can break these ties,
With ethics, and morals and rules that bore.

The child grows up and falls in love
As is usual under fate's greater plan.
A boy falls head over heels in love with her
All because of the scent of his woman.



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Your Scent

The scent of you is that of oil
The fragrance of a thousand years
A million flowers enriched soil
With love produced a thousand tears.
And from their tender loving toil
The nectar of these floral seers
The scent of you is that of oil
The fragrance of a thousand years
Mere perfume where the juices boil
Or ambergris torn out with spears
Cannot surpass, their substance spoil
What nature gave you so sincere
The scent of you is that of oil
The fragrance of a thousand years

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