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The Older I Get

I once heard the whisper of falling snow,
saw a spark in the eye of a coal-black crow,
felt the power and awe of a swift river's flow,
the older I get, the less I know.

My hair was once braided in golden cornrows,
by Jamaican friends in an island below,
a psychic once asked me about Jericho,
the older I get, the less I know.

The hot southern asphalt that scalded my toe,
the rope swing that swung us, to and fro,
Christmas Eve and the tree in the firelight's glow,
the older I get, the less I know.

Everyone's gone, but where did they go?
Why is my spirit sinking so low?
Is it true we reap only what we sow?
the older I get, the less I know.


©2010 DanielleWhite


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Malimar

My mind deforms in Malimar
    Where people bathe in caviar,
        Inhaling hash from her cigar -
            I bow to Runt, the three eyed Tsar

The captive kiss of Princess Mars,
    Who speaks in tongues at seminars,
        Burns red within her Blue Boudoir -
            I writhe beneath her pale peignoir.

Her Maids tint lips with cinnabar,
    Brew tea within a samovar
        Secrete their heat within a jar -
            I’m thirsting at the reservoir.

Her Genies play with gold dinars,
    Disguise themselves in suits of tar,
        Bedizen me in stares that mar  -
            I plea before the commissar.

At Princess’ neighbourhood bazaar,
    Shades drape their dreams in wooden char
        While shadows kneel at doors, ajar -
            I’m waiting for the Avatar.

Her Merchants, panting pale Hussars,
    Paint screens of broken VCR’s,
        While strumming strings on warped sitars -
            I’m sailing ships to Zanzibar.

Her Prophets sometimes cruise in cars,
    Or while at each and every bar,
        To talk of time and things bizarre -
            I pass my pride for small pourboire.

Her Necromancers sprint and spar,
    With tales of wisdom flung afar,
        They’re numbered by the registrar -
            I’m dangling from her handlebars.

While Princess conjures crude memoirs,
    In never ending repertoires,
        I always seem to think they’re ours -
             That ‘hers’ and ‘mine’ are on a par

My Princess sometimes cuts and scars
    While weaving me in webbed au revoirs -
        I often wake to ask ‘who are
            These Gods that sail the distant stars?’


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THROUGH GLOWING INTERLUDES



~ ~ through eyes that glow ruffling your hair we warm the room with luminous stares a gentle ambrosia drapes the fragrant air with wine from your lips --- and just there this need to melt in immortal surrender kindles as rows of candlelight declare kept promise of twenty years deeply shared and while laugh lines crease slight wear and tear the charm of life’s interludes makes me aware ~ how we glide together still burning and bare ~ Russel Sivey’s Candlelight Contest By nette onclaud


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Una and the Lion

This world of trouble soon will pass
For there beyond the crystal glass
A lamb and lion tread the grass
Beside a lass, beside a lass

This cord of present time shall break
And hate and fear shall flee and quake
Oh, may all vice this earth forsake!
And love awake! And love awake!

Oh, see him walk 'neath mighty trees!
The king of beasts; what strength and ease!
Yet now content this lass to please
Her hand to tease, her hand to tease

Behold! A pleasant form and face!
The child of beauty crowned with grace!
Fair Una treads at even pace
A better place, a better place


~ The form is Monotetra~
~Based on the painting 'Una and the Lion' by Briton Riviere. Here is a copy and paste link.
http://19thcenturybritpaint.blogspot.com/2012/12/briton-riviere-ctd.html


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THE CONFESSIONS OF THE WORLD'S WORST HOUSEWIFE

I’m the world’s worst housewife, this I’m confessing The state of this place is more than depressing When I try to tidy I just add to the cess pool of messing If you did a white glove test, a foot of grime you’d be caressing Visitors gasp, drop their jaws and then their gag reflexes require suppressing No, really, it’s so bad that our parish priest refused to do a house blessing Even a snake in the grass with itchy, loose skin would fear undressing Every dish in my kitchen sink soaks in slimy misery, like it is convalescing Clutter increases and my teeny floor space continues regressing There is so much hair in the grey tub you could make a wig with clumps of tress-ing And my bathwater holds mysteries so deep that a Scot would say I am Loch Ness-ing Something in my fridge has been there for so long that its now phosphoresc-ing And that carton of milk? Ew, its contents need no second guessing My family stoops to avoid cobwebs so thick that each droop is oppressing The dust on shelves grows like the love for me that the fluff is now daily professing But that crud in the corner that is starting to smell? I admit, it needs addressing My looking glass is so crusty that all I can see is Alice and those queens a-chess-ing The laundry weighs so much that our concrete floor has started compressing But, frankly, my husband likes it that I’m wearing somewhat less and less-ing I’ve tried to ignore that bag over there, but it’s seeping puss and might be abscessing Once upon a time I answered phones, organized chaos and did word processing Now I’m mom to a girl who gets most of my attention and its she that I’m princess-ing Some of you may think I’m just idleless-ing But we spend most of our days playing, our affection expressing Her sweetness blossoms, though her temperament needs a wee bit of finessing Oh, but she’s cute and funny! How my darling, the world is impressing And at night when she’s asleep- instead of dusting- I prefer letter pressing Does it really matter that my home isn't a palace of some ancienne noblesse-ing? And in MHO an immaculate house is just silly window dressing So come on over, my friends, believe me, my place is in no way stressing In fact, laughter floats in my muddle like bubbles effervesce-ing We dance all day long with dust motes ~ my definition of joy and true success-ing.


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Dwindling Away

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On final day truth in display: "Growth and Decay" Going astray cure fades away too late to pray Without delay under its sway the worms buffet Vain D.N.A. from our null clay ashes in gray
I too have days of depression! : )


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Let it be

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                                            World of Insanity
                                          Cold war,main destiny,
                                          Death is the symphony,
                                         Blood shed and heroes be
                                           Great men in history.
                                         Mourn's drums in melody,
                                         No peace for you and me.
                                     
                                             If only it could be
                                              not just a fantasy
                                             lit candles by the sea
                                             White  flags of Victory
                                             Nations in Harmony
                                             One world,One family
                                              the voice of let it be.

                                         
             I was inspired by Carolyn Devonshire's  last contest,a Monorhyme with a message,
I don't know if this poem passes as a Monorhyme.. I tried.. and the message is for peace..
Inspired by the BEATLES  song too..Let it be... One of my favourite songs.. Charma


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Color Me Blue

Color me blue
As I think of you
A love once true
Has lost its radiant hue

Tomorrow I begin anew
How?  I haven't a clue
A love once true
Has now faded blue

Where is the joy we knew
Happiness that grew
A love once true
It's gone; it flew

I know we're through
All around I see blue
A love once true
Leaves me longing for you

Wondering what I can do
No more to pursue
A love once true
Has left me so blue

I eat my words, I chew
Taste like a worn shoe
A love once true
Has gone askew

Did I misconstrue
I strove to continue
A love once true
Until you withdrew

Color me blue


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Sweeter Than Wine


He pops the cork from vintage vine, then bubbles dance in scarlet wine I look his way, his eyes find mine The stars align, the stars align! He pours the glass, and as it tips one drop remains there, as I sip I leave for him upon my lips My heartbeat skips, my heartbeat skips! The wine my lips had not yet met becomes a bliss, I'll not forget A kiss that tastes of sweet claret Not one regret, not one regret
________________________________ Inspired by the Contest: Monetetra Sponsored by Kim Merryman 6/26/13


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Cleaning Solution

Sticky smears on the table top.
on the couch spilled soda pop
one chewed up shoe and one flip-flop
I’m doomed to clean this mess non-stop
            
Greasy dog bones gone astray
found buried in the rug today
the hamster made a getaway
where he’s gone it’s hard to say.

The shower drain is plugged, I swear
the tub has grout and needs repair
dirty laundry everywhere.
it really is a mess out there.

Under beds dust bunnies show
all closets are on overflow
the fridge is packed with things that grow
dishes clog  the sink, I know.

Spaghetti sauce dumped on the floor
12 eggs broke, need I say more
fingerprints on every door
this place,  a never-ending chore

Just when I think things can’t get worse
the leaking fish tank cracked and burst
40 gallons was dispersed
I think this house is cursed.

In every corner, ledge and groove
dirt and grim must be removed
there’s one solution I approve
pack your things, we’re going to move!



Liz Relly – 3/06/2012
“Cobwebs and Dust”  Contest (new start)


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