Connie, Connie, Connie, you are an inspiration
Your love sick songs a bluesy celebration
Carolina moon making us lonely for our own home town
scattering your love light, you know how to get down
Connie, Connie, Connie, a reflection of the sixties for sure
Your headscarf accentuating a heart so innocent and pure
we can see you in the window singing songs to your man
wishing he would come home, smiling as only he can
Connie, Connie, Connie, gorgeous singer of your time
Words romantic and wistful, one man saying “you’re mine”
Your songs were amazing, your voice rang out so very true
Carolina moon will always seem both upbeat and blue
Your hips sway like the ocean's gentle breeze,
Curved and supple, a sight that truly frees.
They dance with grace, a mesmerizing sight,
In every step, they emanate delight.
Silk and satin cling, accentuating curves,
Invoking desire that the heart preserves.
A rhythmic motion, a sensuous display,
Her beautiful hips, a celestial ballet.
With each sway, they ignite a fiery desire,
A magnetic pull that sets souls on fire.
Oh, how her hips whisper secrets untold,
In their embrace, a love story unfolds.
our body signals
flickers of life’s flow
mindfully feel the waves
that leave wabi-sabi stains
as we are thus uniquely shaped
in the womb of the universe
entwined with existence
adding to it a flavour
accentuating love
14-January-2023
AMBIVALENCE
free from convention
a special destiny
defining change
singular
accentuating
distortions
so visible
yet
continuous
clear
authentic
discernible
inscribed
elaborated
irresistibly
structured
comparatively
relaxed in transition
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
fragrance of the gods
scorned by a thorn
each her own woman
accentuating garden
lipstick
Egyptian
Cleopatra
accentuating mouth
entice
Radiant dawn verily blessed by God
reflect His artistic wonders, beautifying mornings
assuring days --- triumphantly jubilant.
Through virtual exposure
I behold glorious twilight commencement
marked with crimson tints along scarlet red clouds…
Iridescence of tangerine blaze
subdues aquamarine firmament midst
saffron hues highlighting summer dawn brilliance…
Awed am with the elegance of coral pink
intensifying watermelon luster on charcoal gray sky
featuring the skyline of a free country…
For splendor of nautical dawn
gleaming gold reigns as lemon yellow peeks
blended with chartreuse rays…
Indeed, my heart praises the Creator while His majesty shines
accentuating afterglow of lilac midst prevailing maroon
and lingering gentleness of lavender.
*Psalm 130:6 My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.
April 18, 2021
9th place, "Changing Colors" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet; judged on 4/19/2021.
I would design a lady kilt that’s quaint
midst my modest apparel preference
adorned with elegance without restraint.
considering its Scottish reference
While promoting church fashion that’s wholesome
I would design a lady kilt that’s quaint
such women-prayer warriors do welcome
as they seek God's grace; in faith, not to faint.
Accentuating nature in fabric paint
creating along fashionable flair
I would design a lady kilt that’s quaint
showcasing clothing for Women’s Month fair.
Stylishly inspired with global feature
crafted uniquely against tribal taint
believing in good blending of culture
I would design a lady kilt that’s quaint.
*1Timothy 2:9 In like manner also, that women adorn themselves in modest apparel…
March 22, 2021
Through the entry way, she glided across
A pearlescent gown she wore
Hair freshly crimped, with nowhere to go
She felt her life, such a bore
Accentuating her hour glass figure
Eventide had brought the moon
The howling sound she heard in the distance
Meant her lover was trying to croon
A singer he’s not, the effort was there
He was trying to win back her heart
A soft gentle smile, crept cross her face
He was off to a good fresh start
The sounds got louder, he was trying his best
He needed to win her back
Like a feral cat, the screeches were loud
His voice would continuously crack
As he hit the last note, the thrum of his voice
Was met with a thunderous tang
His beautiful mistress was at the door
Enamored by what he had sang
Plumb blown away, by his caring heart
The love was there once more
She’d forgotten about that initial thought
Of her life being such a bore
~ Ms. Affection - March 17, 2021
deepening stillness quietly
by accentuating presence
and softening attention
in receptive silence
enriched by trust and love
melding with the flow
of the one consciousness
manifest as individuated form ...
deepening stillness thus
devoid of lower mind
memory imagery rested
as also expectation
or anticipation
cognisant of each life pulse
as of bestowed enableability
flavours of divine imbibed ...
deepening stillness in the void
of no-thingness vibrational
mind body instrument responds
by resonating gently
with prismatic hues of love
vivified by bliss magnetism
osmotically percolating within
suffusing each pore of form ...
there is no one here, oh hermit
who may pass on this knowing
02-March-2021
'Your best free verse so far this year' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Spurting colors in a sunset sky,
The look of absolute wonder in the eye
As the last of the sun descends,
The lingering light tickling trembling waves
Embraces in a thrashing storm,
Nighttime sharpening the senses,
An apology accentuating sincerity,
Sighs of relief parting the lips
The sound of trust on the tongue,
The joining of hands in times of fear,
Sorrow in a child's hopeful eyes
Anger aimed to protect
Nostalgic memories relived,
Warm blankets over shivering limbs
The vast movement of the moon,
Growing light approaching fullness
2.5.2020
Note: What are your weak spots?
She put the pencil down for a second, pondering her next strokes.
The girl staring back at her was pondering, reflecting, thinking.
Her dark eyes were her most notable feature, eyebrows perfect.
She did not congratulate herself, for she was critical of her art.
Each drawing was an attempt to create that perfect canvas.
She picked up the pencil and added cat ears. They made her smile.
The girl retained her wiseness, but now there was a playful side.
She gazed thoughtfully at her creation, enticing her once again.
The artist put a neon pink rope next to the drawing.
The neon lighting reflected pink in several key spots.
Accentuating the girl’s chin, nose, and cheeks. It was pretty.
Maybe this is the one I have been trying for, the artist thought.
She put down her pencil and looked at the pensive woman.
The woman was growing more beautiful but her hair was too perfect
She picked up the pen and made her hair ridiculously shaggy.
That is brilliant her husband said as he leaned to look.
The artist rolled her eyes. What did he know?
Petite faerie princess with red and white stockings
Pirouetting for forty years inside her Christmas Globe.
Her short red velvet dress accentuating her trim waist.
Faded white fur at the collar and along the skirt.
Enjoyed by the children of her first child's children's children.
A little dowdier now, not perky like before.
But optimistic that at least one more child
Will appreciate her pretty smile and her dancing ways.
Unfortunately when they cleaned the house she was dumped
She began to yell as loudly as she could.
“I am stuck in a Christmas globe! But I am alive.”
Unfortunately, her screams were not heard.
Written 11-22-2019
Contest: Stuck in a Christmas globe
Sponsor: Bobby May
Chubby like a new born,
Crowned with lustrous black tresses,
Dark eyes laced with long lush lashes,
Full succulent lips that defies the science of make-up.
Her soft ebony skin, deeply oiled, tinkles in the Sun,
Well sculpted bosom rising and falling seductively,
With every step she exudes grace,
Giant graceful strides like a lioness.
The adamantine rigidity of life couldn’t hold her,
She is a ruler of her world,
With boundless, immeasurable, unlimited, and infinite heart,
Her soft words, heart and confidence are enviable.
Rounded fundament sways to her rhythmic strides,
Colourful jigida adorns her narrow waist,
Flexible waistline accentuating an arc hips,
Moulding into legs bold, strong and daring.
The figure eight of Africa,
She is intelligent, smart and brave,
She is bold, daring and suave,
She is gentle like a dove.
She is the African woman,
The most acceptable definition of beauty.
Call her Hafsat Mustapha.
Now* is the time to assert God’s truth-verity
Affirming the Lord’s love of mercy’s certainty
Especially His salvation along eternal life’s security.
Now is the time to avoid falsity and deceit
Abiding not in discouragement defeat
Vanquishing unbelief with Scriptures’ heat.
Now is the time to attend to the Lord’s warning
Heeding to divine admonitions for attitude-refining
Thus, from selfishness and pride … abstaining.
Now is the time to appreciate the Saviour’s grace
Accentuating thanksgiving for His goodness-brace
Worshipping Him sincerely, bereft of guilt’s trace.
Now is the time to apply Bible instructions
According to the Supreme Commander’s exhortations
By His wise guidance toward worthy service-directions.
*2Corinthians 6:2 …Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.
July 2, 2019
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