Sundrops dapple umbrageous trees
strewing uncut diamonds, littering the path
with ambient flickers of what lies beyond.
Sundrops freckle ocean's surface
accenting the ripples that pattern the waves,
nuzzling playful kisses toward the warm beach.
Sundrops seduce the wayward wind
pirouetting with the aphids blissful dance,
a frenzied tarantella across my lips.
Into our lives, God manifests in various ways.
He protects us from every stupid deed.
In the era of Esther – the biblical days,
This lovely woman was made Persia’s queen.
Today vice president holds great significance.
And Kamala Harris can emulate Esther’s glory--
A powerful place in the political landscape
And a chance to be the heroine of the story.
With shootings and corruption brewing a funk,
What will be done to save our people from harm?
Will the Lord empower her to wield His influence,
Before the silent majority raises a monstrous storm?
magnolia is ruffled, delicate, pretty like lace
her fuchsia petals and fragrance showing off
accenting her Georgia ladylike charm
she has difficulty feigning humility
knowing what a beauty she is
The creepy wood weaves evil tricks
of werewolves in furry britches.
The blood moon, descending in ticks,
highlights silhouettes of witches.
Wait! Did you see that?
The gloom looms as of ill fortune
and darkness covers, shadows fall
forming blackness fanned by torchon
accenting drear dementors’ pall.
Wait! Did you feel that?
Not-quite living leap open graves,
and scourge the earth walking, as dead.
Their strange song corrupts and depraves.
Halloween night brings fear and dread.
Wait! Did you hear that?
So delicate, so intricate,
A pattern traced on leg and arm.
Perhaps a dancer in a show
To add mystique, intrigue, and charm.
All curved about the calf and quad,
Accenting creases well-defined.
Muscles bulging, stretching skin,
Toned and tuned to the design.
Add fifty years, a hundred pounds;
now there’s not much room to brag.
Lines are stretched, no longer straight,
loose skin in folds with lots of sag.
Faded, dispossessed of glory,
Lost among the liver spots,
Gazing at reflected image,
Would you still do those tats you got?
Searches for perfection abound -
creams for flawless complexion,
toothpaste for perfect white teeth,
diets to give one an ideal figure,
salves, make-up, lotions, hairspray,
an endless desire not to show flaws.
Why do we all aspire to be copies
of Venus or Adonis or a movie star?
Show me see the slightly crooked tooth
In a wide smile that lights a room,
A child with poor eyesight
Who wears green cat’s-eye glasses,
Show me a woman whose walker or
cane is trimmed with spring flowers,
a girl whose mousy hair sports
purple streaks or a heavy woman
who wears a red silk dress and heels.
Show me people who understand
That accenting their flaws can create
That special beauty called character.
Like Silent Laughter
David J Walker
I can still feel the cold water
Cool my tanned skin usually drenched
in the sweat of a hoe handle and the
hot summer sun
The above ground steel tank filled from
The creaking efforts of a windmill meant to
Quench the thirst of thirsty cattle
The salt lick that became our diving board
A rare moment of splashing laughter
Rarer than rare the occasion of young cousins
allowed to play for an afternoon
as other children play in city park pools
Very aware that
We were the farm kids
And would curse in bilingual blurbs the
Profane adjectives accenting hard work
I don’t remember who was
winding and aiming
The 8mm movie camera
Capturing the moment through a lens
that would
Otherwise have been lost forever
Documenting the silent laughter of
Farm kids having fun the hard way
In the New Mexico Summer sun
Like Silent Laughter
David J Walker
I can still feel the cold water
Cool my tanned skin in the hot summer sun
The above-ground steel tank meant to
Quench the thirst of cattle
The salt lick that became our platform
The young cousins allowed to play
for an afternoon as children
Rare but very aware that
We were the children of the farm
And knew in bilingual blurbs the
Adjectives accenting hard work
But I don’t remember who was aiming
The 8mm movie camera
Capturing the moment that would
Otherwise have been lost forever
Like silent laughter
In the New Mexico Summer Sun
I believe in faeries, unicorns, gargoyles, plant life, elves, and spirit orbs.
Magic is not a giant leap in my world;
it is not merely accepted but embraced.
I believe in goodness, hope, and the luck of handsome leprechauns.
Mysticism is within my reach,
accenting my own unique talents and powers.
I believe in sunsets, moonbeams, pixie dust, and clairaudience.
My experiences have paraded forth
a truth I could have never conjured in my own imagination.
My spirit guides, power animals, and familiars are working constantly.
Giving me the open heart I need to do my work in this abstract word.
It's my fault Pixie loves bottles
On a whim I once gave her one
Now I want it brought to a Halt
But she will not be undone
Sad eyes are giving me glances
I hurry to empty my drink
She prances off, with the bottle
Accenting her nails painted pink
She loves toys, sticks and leaves
Balloons and balls and much more
But, she'll leave them all behind
When a bottle's thrown on the floor!
An Angel in the valley I once met
At the base of the Falls where I did set
Over the rocks the water poured
Accenting each one's shape and form
Her soft voice blending with the waters flow
Played a song in my ears not heard before
Our conversation short but sweet
While sunlight shimmered upon the leaves
The cool spray of the water
The warmth of her eyes
Melted together like earth and sky
As we parted ways I knew I'd been blessed
By this angel in the valley that I had met
At the base of the Falls where I did set
In the depths of her words I dwell
every inflection and punctuation
accenting upon another emotion
but it's between the lines I rest
not understanding I confess
silent letters gnawing at my brain
maddening and driving me insane
They're out in the open
but hidden beneath
the cadence the dialect
making me a wreck
spell it out for me
I cant stress it enough
simply and slowly
leave out the fluff
Roll away with your r's
and dot those pretty little eyes
whisper sweet harmonies
with a melodic reprise
You entered my life when yours seemed grim,
affected lonesome heart on a chancy whim.
Weak and sick, you fought to justly live,
knowing indeed, you had loads of loyalty to give.
Wiry - thick- gray mane crowned your debonair grace,
accenting strength and slenderness to your youthful face.
Fourteen years you honored our humble abode,
strutting whole backyard, showing off what you owned.
Age griped your lean physique, riddled your body and soul,
deep down inside, I knew it was your moment to go.
One night you slipped away in the moon-less dark,
took my love - my first feline - but left your mark.
My sweet Simon - my Sam Bo, appeared by either name,
when you adorned my home, my life has not been the same…
Copyright © 2016 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Second Place Winner ~ "I Love My Pets” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Feb. 18, 2016
1/20/16
Seasons pleasing past gleaming vast meaning.
Perpetuating vision of steamed glass cleaning.
Erectly accenting a regions last leaning.
Calculated lines upon an ass you reason.
Telepathicly rhymes along the grass we are grazing.
Accolades protrude lethargic at times brazen gaze.
Collective thoughts raise lewd days fine phase.
Usually crude, now nude for muse.
Lasting eternal moments are few of clues.
Already aloof, we soon poof.
Rations are passed while asking for proof.
A string of white pearls adorned her neckline
accenting that perfect little yellow dress
her silken hazel hair pulled back
showing off a most angelic face
she was glowing
and she couldn't stop smiling
I remember it like it was yesterday
she was so excited
meeting a friend for dinner
a friend that needed a shoulder to cry on
one she hadn't seen in many a long moon.
The clock struck seven and it was time to go
I so remember telling her to have fun
and I'd see her when she got home
She gave me a goodbye kiss and headed out the door
How was I to know?
How could anyone know?
It was a kiss just like hundreds of other kisses
no, not your drawn out passionate kiss
no, not the I love you more than anything kiss
oh how I wish it were
it was a see you soon sweetheart kiss
How was I to know?
How could anyone know?
this would be our last kiss
my last remembrance
the last time I could say I love you
for the restaurant she went to
yes it was that restaurant
the one where all dreams perished
where empty hearts cry
where mothers and sons
fathers and daughters
and dreams all died
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