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~~~ Felicity ~~~

Updated on December 23, 2015

~ A Soliloquy ~


Oh madness, woe madness! Why dost thou visiteth thee upon the dead of night? Why should’st mortals suffer the flummoxing indignities of your unwelcome duty? Must you assault, man’s blessed raptures with unholy, prescient visions of what could’st never transpire to be? Is it for thy demise you educate thee in your malfeasant ways with reminiscent torts of how I need her more than the air she breathes? Or mercilessly punish temerity, with reprisals from her loveliness? How the unaccountable wealth of those sparkling bijou, set into her mount of perfect visage, leap out in appeal, like twain bluebirds, coasting across the face of chalken cliffs at the southern-most precipice of Land’s End.

You cheat, with amorphous enigma… two physiques could be as close-moving lovers, riding a celestial meridian – sensuous, tectonic plates which quakest terra firma, if ever future’s design were to include two wanting hearts, sashaying ‘midst a blissful symphony. You conduct thy orchestra of beautiful destruction with retinue in ecstatic rhapsodies bornest from transgression; so reasonable are thee, in the ways of man – thy rhetoric appeals to every physical sense in timely tunes, so soothing, directing one to their daydreaming torpor, like the hint of poppies stroking a languid, reticent mind.

You are a horned tutor; so sensible seem your lessons.

“ She is unobtainable, yet unhappy ”, runs your line…..

“ Her comeliness formulates your desire for her explicit attentions ”, curves your hook…..

“ Waitest, though it be forever ‘till she blooms and becomes your very own “, weighs your sinker.

But I shall teach you what pure love means, as you bow your head and unceremoniously clasp thy hands over your ears. Pure devotedness can overcome physical desires when they cannot be met; pure love discloses that I will see’est more of her womanhood than you could ever dare hope to visualize. Our exclusive love, purer than a virgin flake of drifting, Arctic tumble, melting upon a polar bear cub’s whiskers, amongst the creamy alabaster of desert tundra, makes our hearts kiss every time we meet, as I flow into her and she into thee. My offering of purest adoration is refreshing honesty to her soul, like these words of thine own making.


“ Have you ever witnessed such a loving face, with lips so inviting, and eyes, oh so many times, those amorous stones of life which make you leap over ascending, summer dawns and catch her dreams on the way down?; eyes you could lose yourself inside of and dwell amongst for a thousand years? “, chides thee.

“ Well, dark, stygian minion of Narcissus, who seekest to befuddle the minds of mortality in maelstroms of ever-decreasing spiral. Your father ‘ Temptation ‘, squatted upon thy sturdy clavicle, long before you were ever conceived, so while you orate your lofty balderdash as you stand upon the shoulders of midgets, I’ll usher thee to sit down, put on thy bib, for I am about to feed you occlusion. “

“ One shall make it knownst to you, that thy horns wax larger than yours, and thy imaginations can tempt with even greater abandon than that which passes for your proffered enticement if I were partial to the enslavements which might bilbo the soul of man.

I behold the face which has becomest thy singular mother of poetry; her looking-glasses are the amulets that could coax ten-thousand men of persuasion to unforeseen quietus …lips are as the finest, refined olive oil, sweeter than fields of beet, which issue delicious phrase, softer than an infant’s belly-button fluff. One could’st feast upon her, and nothing else until the circle of time chooses to undo itself, to wit, end upon the finale of that capricious day when wintertide is gathered up by permanent day star, to be lost forever in colossal pockets of unending warmth.

But I care for her too much to upset her life; let that be thy charge to me. If she craves change, then changes she would make. May diabolo fly away with your impudence, for I shall never attack her sensibilities as violently as thou, because you will never understand how unique she is….like a radiant, undiscovered floret, rare and sumptuous, that has been given no permanent name, except the titled epithet I created for her, that eve, when I lovingly hid her within the deepest caverns of thy imperturbable, pulsating coffers of patient amity .


* MUSIC BY : Chicago *


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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      @ foemeno ( Karl ),

      This is a soliloquy, not a poem. ( A literary, or dramatic form of discourse in which a character talks to him/herself, or reveals his/her thoughts in a monologue without addressing a listener ).

      The search for the truth of a particular situation is often intense, which the verse embodies, and it is attempting to open up the struggles between beauty and folly, which can be ugly, and is not intended to predominantly relay beauty to the reader/listener, as it has not been made part of the inherent nature of the piece.

      I'm trying to to deal with the reality behind said battle, based on real-life events, and as we know, battles are often ugly. The beauty comes after focussing upon the victory in overcoming folly.

      I appreciate your opinion, though fail to understand what you mean here, in this particular context.

      All the Best,


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      David Charles 4 years ago from New York

      Quill this one is great don't get me wrong, but i feel that maybe you are trying too hard. You have an excellent vocabulary but sometimes the most beautiful words come from the audiences ability to recognize the words and shout out of the screen. You get me. Maybe you're working too hard. A poem should be like a very short and potent play I believe where there are causes and events not necessarily actions but connection between two people whether it be physical mental or spiritual.

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      That is a very lovely song indeed by Chicago to dedicate to that one you miss to pieces ... it is a remarkable person who, once leaves, leaves such a void. I believe I know of whom you speak ... and, yes, many do miss her stunning presence here on HP. I do hope she is able to write again one day on HP.

      I am so happy you are loving your singleness ... ah, yes, single and free ... until that one comes along!

      hehehe ... I do not always have my mini-adults with me, but when I do, it is always a joy no doubt.

      Happiness always,

      Faith Reaper

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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Dearest Faith,

      Wise words indeed for any generation!

      This is ( hopefully ), a realistic conversation, not as extreme as a diatribe, between madness/folly and the qualities inherent in pure beauty, and how, in the end, the horns ( power ) of that purity can overcome the temptations levelled at the protagonist ( using myself as an example ). It's an attempt to unravel and shine some light upon the machinations of the subtlety of certain said enticements which might dare to creep up on a man unawares - I suppose it could apply equally to womankind also.

      The song is dedicated to a woman who used to frequent HP, but is no longer with us :( but she left a deep impression on me, and I miss her to pieces.

      Not only are you undeniably lovely dear Faith, but are additionally,very perceptive as well, as I was very recently being given the come-on by a very seductive woman, but the alarm bells were ringing, so I checked her out - she had only recently been married for a few months! How about that for a piece of Friday night/Saturday morning drama? lol! To be honest, I was a bit shocked, and actually felt a tad sorry for her new hubby; he's going to be kept pretty busy for the forseeable methinks lol! I resisted and overcame...she is a really pleasant woman though, but obviously feels as though she is still lacking something in her life, but the onus is on her husband to oblige, no doubt.

      It's less troublesome to remain single and I'm loving it! :)

      Thank you so much for your always encouraging, uplifting and splendid remarks which I value highly, and never take for granted. Thank you also for sharing and I really hope that you have a blinder of a weekend also dear Faith with your family, mini-adults and titchy kitten :)

      With Warmest Regards,


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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Good Evening/Morning Carolina Kim,

      It's my pleasure to temporarily transport you upon the mystery tour of this monologue and certainly hope that the destination shook off any initial appearance of bewilderment and dropped you off at a more desirable place than that in which one first began, in its mental undertaking.

      Happily also wishing you a fine weekend break Kim, for you and your family.

      With Kind Regards,


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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Thank you Anil, for coming by, and for parking your encouragement in the bay of gratitude.

      Have yourself a marvellous w/end, and you're welcome.

      Best Wishes,


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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Dear Ms Dora,

      You certainly grasped the concept very well, and thank you for such endearing remarks. Here's wishing you an exciting and pleasant end of week rest in the beautiful island of St. Christopher's.

      Yours Sincerely,


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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hi Ann,

      It's a pleasure to have you stop by for a read, and thank you for your pleasant commentary.

      Have yourself a fine weekend, and appreciate your taking time. I hope you have some decent weather in your neck of the woods over the weekend break.

      Kind Regards,


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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Oh, me, dear Romeos! Run, turn away ... for you are not where you should be for such madness to overtake you ... from that "You" one. : )

      When David saw Bathsheba, he could not contain himself, as we know how the story goes, but it was all due to the fact that he was where he should not be. Hence, a way will always be provided to escape such temptation... and it helps to be where you should be ... Having said all of that ... Of course, I love this piece here for it does command one's attention to the fine detail of your writing in each line, like no other that I have read. One is surprised, delighted and thrilled from one line to the next. This "You" muse is stirring your creativity even more so, if that is possible!

      Up and more and sharing

      Have a spectacular weekend!

      Please do not go completely mad ... Blessings, Faith Reaper : )

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      Per always, thank you for taking me on such a mystical journey. So glad that beauty triumphs. The way you are able to balance subtlety with passion is extraordinary.

      Wishing you a wonderful Friday,


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      Nice hub with fine composition of beautiful pics. Thanks for sharing it romeosquill.

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      Dora Weithers 4 years ago from The Caribbean

      Madness cannot destroy beauty. I love the message. The pictures are also exceptional! Thank you for another lovely piece!

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      Ann Carr 4 years ago from SW England

      Another beautiful offering! I love your imagery; you find so many unusual ways to describe things (baby's belly-button fluff!!) and because it's unusual it grabs attention and feeds the mind. Great! Ann

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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Flash!! :)

      How are you? I see you've had your nose to the grindstone on the writing front, which I wouldn't mind catching up on. Thanks for your lovely remarks and I do hope that you are doing well this moody November time. Thanks again for your generosity.


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      Jennifer 4 years ago from Lost...In Video Games

      Hey, R.Q! Glad to see you! Ha, ha! Beautiful as always and beautifully quilled. Loved it and voted up! Hope you are well, my friend.