Feathers escaping from the pillow-heaven
Confusing the air
With the steadiness of a stampede
Advancing, clinging, smothering.
White fleecy lambs atop every protrusion
Sleek ermine boas
Draped upon the naked arms of nature
Bare of their green velvet capes.
The spatula of wind
Smoothing mounds of marshmallow frosting
Of whipped immaculate splendor.
Obscuring the drab tired earth
Her deep wounds of time
Dissolving shadows of other seasons
That Spring may arise again.
© Sandra M. Haight 2014
All Rights Reserved
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
I get a glimpse of you
A soft hue of light lavender rising in my dawn
gliding fervently in sun-kissed breeze
An ephemeral beauty enchanting the depths of these caramel eyes
flaunting your gossamer wings in whimsical ballad
sprinkling ethereal dew upon the embers of my heart
And I feel it,a florescent flutter tickling my bare shoulder
a slight inhale of fragrance's breath lingering within my thought
chasing the back of my neck,teasing in wistful wonder
My blushed smile preserves the moment
Of your tender brush across the silk peach of my cheek
Of your fervent kiss fading in evanescent bliss
and unspoiled warmth of ardent touch upon my hair
My heart capture the seconds
till those iridescent wings fly high in sheer splendor
to crimson blossoms which bloom,which sway
which bleed and bend,which wrap their thorns
around my feet,around my hand
So,I would not follow dreams'coloured pastels
So I would not run to you,and I would not find you
by Spring's muddy gardens,in the faraway land.
Contest : ' In the Faraway!!!' sponsored by G.Veneto
Inspired by love and nature
Written by- Charmaine Chircop
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2013
Solemn Seduction – for contest
soft winds are swallowed
by my wings
as the breath of lovers
unblinking eyes seducing
prying truth from camouflage
rotations of twist top head
listening for the silent
clinging to a white birch perch
soft wings and sleepy eyes
beneath the star strewn sky
talons tensing in descent
without pick-up line
the owl’s loft
submitted to – Owls Personification form – Poetry contest
sponsor – Eve Roper
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2016
The rushing wonts of action render these happenings unmovable,
These feelings, passionately felt, to dull words ill and strained
She clings, my koala, with chocolate eyes pining for my green
Though each time she lets me go, she leaves me docile and pained
Once before I claimed her; yes, she did not turn away from me
But instead gazed on how the breeze could sway my branches
I wanted my bark to secrete the sweetest tears,
So she would know how eternally I yearn for her glances
For it is she alone, who can consume and digest my poisons
It is she alone—besides the sun—who gives me reason to stand erect
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
I met her in a pawn shop on a warm summer night
When running from the rubble of my shattered life
To sell a broken dream that would never come true
An engagement ring to pay for the rent that was due
There she lay sleeping in a battered rosewood bed
Heart strings breaking in a rusty sea of velvet red
So hauntingly beautiful, she took my breath away
Violin - an old reject who would change my life that day
So I bought Violin and lived out on the street
And played Rhapsody in Blue as coins fell at my feet
And soon we had a little flat high above the Bay
And every day, I got better with every note I played
Today I am a maestro playing Carnegie Hall
My name in lights blinking on a Marquee Wall
For it was I who saw myself in Violin
A tarnished soul and the beauty buried there within
Author: Elaine George
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2013
I am the wind
You cannot see me but you can feel me
Breezin' gently through your hair
Brushin' slightly across your cheek
Whisperin' softly 'neath your ear
I am the wind , whirling , howling
roaring fiercely against the desert sand
which sifts silently through
the hourglass of your soul.
I will not fail you, nor keave your side
till you smell fresh rain again
and soak under cascading waterfalls.
I am the wind extinguishing wild fire
which scars the lifeline of your palm.
I am the wind , blowing fragrance
in the honey of each meadow
where you lay down beneath a half sun .
I breathe warmth where your cold fingers
gather forget-me -not petals that fall ever so slow
with every drip drop of my fluetish tapping sound.
I am the wind , I will carry you to places , far...
I'd tickle your lips with fluttering feathers of early doves
that soar above your mirthful past.
I'd strip your thought bare till I touch your heart.
I am the wind wafting by your pillowcase
I play within your dreams ,with each seductive move
I capture the hour of a star.
I linger in the depths that once were dark
I pour rose-scented zephyr in the alleys of your night
Then I leave , I leave to come back closer
and let my song reveil your sight.
A revised and rewritten repost.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015
I was born one day with the glistening sun.
Mom says I am her baby and I have a name;
One of twelve called Cygnet born amongst leaves,
Dad has taught me how to swim and in two days I could.
I am not much to look at right now,
But one day I will be a majestic trumpeter swan;
With white elegant plumage, powerful and graceful,
All day we drift on a slow, undisturbed wetland marsh.
Mom and Dad showed me how to submerge.
I love to eat underwater plants and small fish;
Life so far has been peaceful but one day I will fly.
I weep when I think of leaving my beloved swan family;
Silently we float along in harmony and love,
But I am just a little baby dreaming in the nest;
Just a baby who loves his truly beautiful Mom and Dad.
Oh, and I love my siblings too and the other drifting swans.
May 9, 2015
Swan meaning - true beauty, power of self, love, grace
For the contest, Picture Yourself a Bird, sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015
Young girl can't you see your beauty and your worth you have so much to offer to
this world your beauty shines more than the diamonds and rubies combined why
are you hiding it under all this raggedy shoes.
Turn away all those blues and make something of yourself use that brain for some
knowledge and power.
You must not realize how much respect you can get with all that wisdom and how
much you can take with you.
Physical beauty may fade but your innner beauty will always be the same as long as
you allow it to stay that way be determined, be motivated and fight for what is
Don't you see what you are robbing yourself of the value of your worth and the
precious knowledge that lives in you the beauty that has been inherited in you
speak positive over yourself.
Speak love, speak joy, speak dominion, speak glory speak all of this in the name of
the Heavenly Father.
He will be your navigator, your rock and your protector.
So he will make this ride smooth sailing but remember that it may get bumpy along
the way but he will be there to help you get through it.
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2011
HELLO WORLD I SEE YOU SHINING IN THE CLEAR BLUE SKY WAITING FOR THE CLOUDS TO CRY.
OH WORLD I KNOW THAT YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU WITH ALL THE POLLUTION GOING ON INSIDE AND ALL AROUND YOU.
YOUR BEAUTY IS FADING AWAY WITH ALL THE VIOLENCE AND POLLUTION IN YOUR SURROUNDINGS.
I NEVER EXPECTED YOU TO COME TO THIS CONCLUSION BUT ONE DAY YOUR BEAUTY WILL SHINE ONCE AGAIN.
NO MORE GREEDY POLITICIANS,CROOKED MINISTERS OR CRIMINALS.
YOU WILL SHINE WITH RIGHTEOUS PEOPLE INSIDE OF YOU WHO WILL NEVER HARM YOU AND WILL LET YOUR BEAUTY FLOW WITH THE RIVERS.
PEACE AND HARMONY WILL SURROUND YOU IN ALL THAT YOU WERE MEANT FOR.
SO WAKE UP WORLD DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO MOTHER EARTH SHE IS CRYING ON THE INSIDE AND SCREAMING ON THE OUTSIDE FOR HER CHILDREN TO LOVE AND BE IN UNITY.
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2012
Just to touch the untouchable touches of reality’s toughest fingers prints
Touching the untouchable weakness in multiple personal splashes
The year has been a nightmare with no blankets
Birds get shot down with no mercy mistaken for nightmares
Rulers of rules hidden in hells’ only passage
Smelling power armpits
Coordinators of exposed blood suckers in gallons
Chaos now rule confusions
Slam you slam the slammers
The holder of telephonic microphones for decades
I am your seed nevertheless you hardly eat my healthy streams
Can i slam your slams slamming all forgotten slams
The chimney in my neck is about to explode dark smoke
The only soap washing illegal sniffer dogs
Nostrils that sniff private conversations
Wrap it and send it to majority of non-gifted slammers planting fast paced maturity
Drag the slam down your throat like murdered lyrics choked on purity
The sickest abandoned words spraying choir practice effects
Lyrical birds slam pages flipping wings waving brave slammers
Sheltered in the nest of fame chasers
Apologies packed in jeans
Truth compete on fashion parades
Lies are rated the greatest fashion ever designed
Models dress in scams and sexy metaphors spitting rudeness by force
Conscious is tattooed and spared for black days
Spoken word my shampoo
The only soap cleaning dirty secrets
Life’s only barefooted spoken words typing injured bangs
Reports glorify honesty
Speaking prophecy prophesy corrections of spoken slams
The road rage winner awarded for speeding corrections
Just to trace the untraceable touches of reality’s complicated fingers prints
Moving the untouchable weakness in multiple personal splashes
A drop of a burning smile heals a heart broken angel
I salute as you slam doors on spoken corrections
Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2014
She walks in the beauty of the silvery moon
Her glow enchants the magical night
Light radiates as she dances the heavens
She entwines our souls within hers
Keeping an ever watchful eye
as she races and glides
Over the star lite night
On the breath of the wind she swirls
Her colors of silk brilliantly weave
Patterns across the hemisphere
Creating grandeur illusions
When morning comes she slips away
From the covers of a new day.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2015
The heart of the sea is a mother's heart
She is the great ancestral mother of all life on the planet
Deep within the mysterious waters of her womb
she conceived and gave birth to the first life form
which evolved into more complex organisms
that live on the land and in the air
She is an essential part of the planet's ecosystem
feeding the clouds which bring rain and snow
that sustain life on the earth
Through tiny ocean plants and photosynthesis
she removes carbon dioxide from the air
and converts it to more than one half of the oxygen
in the earth's atmosphere
She is the great food provider to the planet
having her own internal food chain
with tiny phytoplankton at the lower end
and enormous sharks and whales at the upper end
She feeds creatures from the land and air
that venture to fish in her waters
She is a thing of beauty even in her enraged fury
with massive waves towering over a hundred feet
and the seething white foam of her waters
This has been her action
even before the advent of man on the planet
Man must respect her behaviour
or suffer death and destruction if he does not
She is a thing of beauty in her calm stillness under the setting sun
which lights up the evening sky in its glorious splendour
and paints a glistening beam of light on the water's surface
in line with the sun and surrounds it
with brilliant colours of the rainbow
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013
War is suffocating.
You see them run through a line of fire.
You wonder will they survive and then, you see others die before your eyes.
You stand and shout to someone familiar but no response came.
Therefore, vehemently you ran to not bleed again.
Would you make it out of this alive or would you die trying?
You would not remember either, when the life is taken from your eyes.
Stay positive! Stay alive…
User Name: Verlena
Pseudonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: War (Epic)
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
I fly up so high
floating in the sky
watching below for my prey
If they knew they'd fear
for them death is near
This is part of natures way
I make my attack
hit the water smack
With my talons grab on tight
The pike in my grip
it will never slip
It is trapped within my might
Trying a form Dr. Ram's explained called an "Alouette"
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil
in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence
A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
in times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty
It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed
many an event
Time has passed by
but it remains
silently standing there
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?
In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds
to their offspring
you gave protection
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade
On a cool windy night
you gave them warmth
How pleasant was their song
to your ear
as they sang a song of thanks
You were a playmate to the children
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
Time grew older
and the children became lovers
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed
they have all gone away
but you still remain
still waiting and watching
How many untold events
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?
O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most Noble Tree!
forgive me for my
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013
The sunset bids
It leaves behind
That slowly dip into one's mind.
Copyright © hija de la luna | Year Posted 2014
Oh how this bodice is dressed in taffeta,
Lined with hundreds of lavender pleats
Spiraling, drooping, whirling
All over my voluptuous contour …
Bare these limbs grinding on soft moss
To tap among rustled displays
From many a lovers’ heat to children’s romp.
I gaze at my long tresses hung by threads
Of July frills, combing the strands
Delicate as clusters in a spin that ignites
The evening air, the lush of daylight’s vine…
And like Kojin in a free-fall prance, I cascade
Through a mantle of grass, my arms floating
Over wisps of mildest pink, of boldest lavender;
Then to curtsy in a prayerful Shinto bow
Under heaven's marquee where my chants
about lonesome tales are hushed in secrecy.
At nightfall, stars circle my lit frame,
The aroma of wisteria's mint huffs
outside my pores and unto an earthy glow;
Young the nippled buds swelling in lusty dusk
Till I gently writhe as a mystical shadow of the woods.
First Place Only ll for Laura Loo
From Trees Personified Contest
~ The wisteria tree is packed with an assemblage
of purple blossoms, falling in tapered clusters
to symbolize a kneeling pose of honor and devotion
based on Asian folklore.
~ Kojin: Japanese Tree Goddess
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
Blooming before us, like dandelions sprouting in the spring.
Rising above and beyond, invisible during the day,
Guardians at night.
Dangling up high as if it were puppets.
So close, mountains could give a kiss away.
The Stars dance and wiggle, as if putting on a play.
Clouds form a dark, grey, thunderstorm,
Clapping and roaring vividly, like an applause.
The wind glides along in appraise.
The moon shivers and squirms, it smiles upon the stars.
A shooting star evolves,
Leaving a trail of the dreams that sparkle in the dust.
Feeling pure joy, the
Moon erupts into a wall of tears.
Water breaks the bond of the dreams attached to the star,
It slowly sinks down into the homes, in the rooms,
Into the minds, of the beholder.
It has now lost its dreams.
The sun is rising, and the star at once must become invisible,
It now must start over and watch from above like a hawk.
It now must watch the lives of everyday people,
And become one with the beholder.
It now must take dreams and guard them with its life.
It now must take on its duty as a Dream-Catcher.
Copyright © Angel classified | Year Posted 2014
Completeness present in thy whole soul
purest it from fully present all,
elf creature by chance on earth
antique moment, thou simply took birth,
Wild eyes rough as gods,
equal thou beauty goddess, failing all odds,
wasn't earth fate to get thee,
but for us all, left thou fairy free.
Go goddess go ! fled to thy fairy land
or penetrate simple in light deep sand,
As this earth not for thee to dwell,
or ring to call you up thy eternal bell.
as these earthly creatures might sight the deep
or in thy odd compartments might they peep,
go to the heaven or near it,
or they escape thy each fairy bit.
Copyright © Akash ripper | Year Posted 2014
Rhiannon, Celtic Goddess of the Moon, with your silver hair
That flows for eternity as on your beautiful silver steed speed
Across the huge sky; you use your beauty__ men to snare
How you've lured men for centures and their minds ensnare
Rhiannon, Celtic Goddess of the Moon with flowing silver hair
Without a care on your beautiful silver steed ride on into eternity
Drawing all men, trap__luring to come and gaze with ease
Looking into the night sky they see your beauty as you ride by
Seemingly on your silver steed you rear up and stars
Flow into your trance and around your body they follow
Captivited by your beauty and magical pull into moon glow
How you have lured men for centures and them ensnared
Rhiannon, Celtic Goddess of the Moon, with your silver hair
That flows for eternity as on your beautiful silver steed speed
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
I await the first light of dawn,
preening and primming my feathers.
And prepare to mount a thermal,
to lift me over the heathers.
A red sun sears the horizon,
as darkness gives way to daylight.
And night’s vague shadows disappear,
as color's restored to my sight.
I flex my wings to greet the wind,
embracing feelings breezes bring.
And stretching my eagle talons,
I feel as regal as a king.
I launch myself into the air,
to feed on the injured and weak.
And thus allow species to heal,
and always remain at their peak.
Eagles: illumination of spirit, healing, creation, Divine, Spirit (feathers are sacred healing tools)
Contest: Picture yourself as a bird Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
A woman in rags with beautiful skin
Rusticity seen all over looking for a job
To her the village sky was too small to win
She wanted to soar in a city sky to probe.
Moved to the city in one-room apartment
With her husband & daughter with wishes.
After some years the life gave a good start,
But her husband was attacked by paralysis.
Lying in a broken bed numb as a wound
She shed me deforming tiles of the rooms.
A life’s funeral procession was on its round
The man who loved her tore her to pieces.
She was still a beauty, accepted another
He made her laugh till she with joy me recall
I gave her the feelings of a summer shower
She was happy that I was at her beck and call.
As the time passed when her beauty faded
Embellishing her neck and wrists with jewels
Used rouge, kohl and hair artfully combed
No semblance of the beauty she was, Alas!
Heard the heavy steps on stairs in the night
Leading but to the bedroom of her daughter
I ran to help, heart torn, killed him with spite
Again cure for her was my salty taste and sweat.
I'm tear, multi-faceted emotions of heart much stressed
By happiness, grief, and pain when they are in excess.
Dr. Ram Mehta
Tenth place win in:
Contest: Personify a tear sponsored by HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2011
Moon of the night,
I wish you could sing
You're indispensable to my being,
You guide me through this land,
of sparrows and nightingales,
over the bottle-green grass,
rain or shine or snow;
You're there every night
and the wrens sing to you,
and pondering on their thirst;
and in your eyes they see,
a lovely face,
for you have a face,
like all moons,
but you have one face
A face that illuminates.
Copyright © Ivo Cosentino | Year Posted 2014
Out in the open meadow
Swaying in the breeze
I am a wildflower
Living a life of ease
The seed from which I grew
Was blown here by the wind
It landed on the earth
And that was my beginning
I am watered by the rain
And fed by the earth
Each of them is dear to me
My life depends on both
I have two faithful friends
Who come to visit me
One is a pretty butterfly
The other is a honeybee
I feed them with my nectar
And then they fly away
I tell them to come back
On another day
I am bathed by the sunshine
Which makes my colours glow
It keeps me nice and warm
And also helps me grow
My beauty is free for all to see
Even a little child
I love the life I am living
I enjoy being free and wild
wildflower - a flower that grows wild and free
I have added three more verses: (verses 4,5,6)
I had removed them to meet the contest requirements.
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015
Beautiful ones are dying/
Directors on silent the film is sponsored by reality/
Voiceovers turn into scandals not propensity /
Actors with no clue they get glued in life's show their future is screwed/
Born raged their actions are so real/
Kill or be killed quest between scenes/
Poverty is more than the defining moment screams/
Hunger bleeding dreams with no makeup pencils/
A wakeup call before the final cut/
A turning point of a lifetime plot/
It’s a warm-up elevating hopes before credits/
Death too expensive/
No rehearsals nor sequels/
Dark clouded cameras carry life insurances/
Raining scenes on corruption’s free way and streets/
The cancer eating stunning extras/
Avalon cemetery the only Stadium Lavatory flushing off written off characters/
Beautiful ones are dying/
Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2013
Not many see,
What it is to be free.
What it is to amount,
To make every day count.
Everything has a story,
Though the place your at you say is boring.
There's more behind this rundown town.
From the highest mountian,
To the streets unfound.
Where children once played,
And by their side their parents stayed.
Where the sky may not shine as bright,
But to every darkness there's light.
Where the creature's of the world find home,
While your complaining that the air's too cold.
When you're strong, it shows,
Planing each day as it goes.
Smiling and helping whoever you can,
Instead of moping about how much you hate this land.
You can't change the way the trees sway,
You can't change what's already gone away.
But the beauty of the world can take you in,
Make you see beauty like you should have when your life began.
When you start to appreciate the little things,
Like the crickets chirping,
And the songs birds sing.
You'll find all you needed has been there all along,
Only then you'll see where happiness comes from.
If to see is to believe,
Then there's belief all around.
From the starry night sky,
To the flowers on the ground.
So many find pleasure in all the wrong things,
Humanity has overcome,
Yet still falls apart at the seams.
We're so focused in on money and gold,
Before we know it our life has no meaning,
Our skin becomes cold.
It's never too late,
And you're never too near or far.
To make the best of things,
And be happy where you are.
Copyright © Hannah Croy | Year Posted 2013
The butterfly went to a party last night all through the evening. It was the drunken butterfly and he saw all different butterflies through the night at the party. Both of them were drunk in front of the butterfly that evening. He woke up the next morning and he didn't remember who gave him drinks. It was different butterflies passing for everyone at the party. His friend found out that there was another butterfly drunk that evening. After that night, one was over and he began to face it with. One of the drunk butterfly at that evening. When he went up to all the butterfly were drunk at the party. Then that night, he went home to get straight from that night all day. Then he looked back to the party to find out who gave him drinks that evening.
Copyright © Frances Roberts | Year Posted 2013
You are More than a Friend!
From the first time I knew you - From the first time I met you
Your words, joy, laughter, and peace, were so factual beyond my apprehending
Your inner man, inner beauty and placidness are always out spoken
Your friendship over the years enlighten up my soul, heart and life
Each jiffy I have an opportunity to be in your presence, talk to you, touch your hands
I often do not leave your presence the same-your tender heart often embraces my sorrows
Truly and honestly-You are More than a Friend
People say, friends come and go-For me, true friendship is forever
You have shared your mutual and frank friendship in my life
Despite the distance, silence and absence of your physical being or presences
Your voice and words always whispers in my inner most being
Deeds and words we shared, have built inside our subconscious as eternal memories
Although phantoms self-insecurities have kept us apart all this well,
Just Remember that-You are More than a Friend
Allow me to confess, acknowledge and admit-that fear and doubt
Often hinders us to express our feelings and to share our interior gifts with people we love
But I also highly appreciate your genuineness-your true nature and expression of love
Loving you, being by side and receiving form your deepest inner being is my utmost delight
I will always treasure and cherish our friendship-Because You are More than a Friend
I could not find appropriate way to articulate and convey my feelings and gratitude
But rather than speaking from my heart and through this medium
From my heart-through my talent-means using everything from within
Dearest Friend, I mean everything I said-And said what I mean
Frankly and candidly-You are More than a Friend
Copyright © Anthony Ngabwe | Year Posted 2015
Since I was a boy I have known of her . I've dreamed of her in my fantasies , I have visioned you in my thoughts.Never knowing why or how or
where she came from, Just she was there .Not ever did I see her face ,but I've known all the while of her beautiful smile. Eyes of an Angel , I can
see all the way to her soul. Hair that flows over her shoulders like a waterfall. . Just a dream in my head , my imagination gone wild , but I have
always known she would be mine one day , A goddess I will cherrish as my Queen and love her with all my heart. Spoil her with gifts and
treasures, what ever she likes .The girl of my dreams I have honestly seen .I have spoken to her and it is exactly as it was suppose to be . She's in
love with me. Oh and she is the prettiest thing, this woman thats always been in my dreams .I was put here to meet her and she to meet me . I have
always been in her dreams ,that's what she's been telling me . A match made in Heaven is what she claims, a love forever , a happiness for life , a
Joy in our hearts that makes our lives worth living. Every since I was a boy I have known her. This woman of my dreams.
Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013
red is the colour of her hair
an unnatural red
taken from a bottle
and red is the colour of her flair
where men stare
and she graciously models
her red is such a lovely thing
it has a ring and even sings
her red has it's own style
unseen for miles not on the dial
beneath the hair
a stern beautiful face
she's of her race
and carries a polished grace
some women look better
with their glare
forget the smile
that appears just once in a while
she stays just mostly to herself
guarding her wealth
her reverential status
and though she is fixed
with this aberration her sophistication
i give my admiration
Copyright © John Loving III | Year Posted 2014