The Perfume Bottle Poetry Contest Entry
The Perfume Bottle
Lalique. Baccarat. Dior.
Crystal. Glass. Or something more.
Objets d'art in any tongue,
Be they old or be they young.
The bottle is not all, not so,
What it holds sets hearts aglow,
And rouses passion in one’s breast
Does it matter how scent is dressed?
To be sure it does my friend,
Without the bottle how would it end?
Drained upon the parlor floor,
Never to enhance amour.
What a waste that would be,
I think on this we can agree,
With the bottle there is no alarm,
Plus, it lends its own true charm.
Luxurious design in practicality,
That’s the perfume bottle to me.
So celebrate perfume’s sweet scent,
But it’s only the bottle’s… content.
A cabin in Tennessee
A chalet on Lake Annecy
Sunsets in colors so bright
A wood stove that's nice and warm
During those big snowstorms
Loving you all through the night
Pink sands and turquoise seas
Baccarat on the breeze
Holding hands, stealing a kiss
Art museums, living dreams
Behind you inside moonbeams
Klimt made a painting like this
Always your troubadour
Always, forevermore
Always I've had you in view
All of the words and odes
All of the songs composed
Always were always for you
One guitar with four hands
Reading off the same stand
I doubt that we'll play very long
There's much more we have to say
Let's put that guitar away
And make our own sweet new love song
Always your troubadour
Always, forevermore
Always I've had you in view
All of the words and odes
All of the songs composed
Always were always for you
In my dream, a welcome sight
You come to see me overnight
We cuddle up, you're on my lap
But not to rest or take a nap
I smell your Baccarat perfume
A scent that sends me to the moon
What Happens Next, Always, Bluebird
A whispered kiss that's barely heard
Perceived, a graze, I barely touch
My lips to yours, not obvious
Just close enough, the juices flow
A pulsing current starts to grow
Don't rush now, patience, let it build
A slow burn leads to being thrilled
Let's take our time, it's not a race
Allow me to control the pace
I thought I heard your voice last night
A sweet familiar sound
No other human in my sight
Not a single soul around
Up to the window moseyed I
Towards where the voice was heard
I called out loud while drawing nigh,
"Is that you, my Bluebird?"
Just then a slumbering breeze awoke
And rustled through the bough
So quietly to me it spoke
More zephyr-like than sough,
"Yes, it's her, she sitting there
Way up on that moonbeam
She's calling you, go to her now
For this is not a dream"
Then so I did and up I went
To meet you in the sky
And time stood still the while we spent
T'was only you and I
When morning came I realized
A dream indeed this was
But something caused me to sit up
Olfactory sense abuzz
The scent of Baccarat filled the room
And then and there I knew,
Plus a vase of fragrant lilacs,
These could've only come from you
Just then I heard your voice again
This time from far away,
"I've loved you for a thousand years
And I'll wait for someday"
I had a dream of us last night
A Nashville club, squeezed in so tight
Completely packed, the second floor
Against the rail, hot to the core
Country music, kickin' band
I took my place, where did I stand?
Behind you, moving unforeseen
So close, soooo close, no space between
Air so thick I couldn't breathe
No way though did I want to leave
A heady fragrance filled the room
I love your Baccarat perfume
You turned and sent a wink my way
What happened next here cannot say
I won a chess game in the heat, they say that
chess players are nerds, like Robert the rat,
he comes into my garden, can't escape my black cat,
persistence pays off or rather down like a brown splat.
I won a bridge game in the heat, they say that
not everyone is suited, like England going into bat,
the wicket-keeper waddled out of his crease, too fat,
I would have stayed, no devils on my shoulders sat.
I won a tennis match, I had my wrong way round hat,
played the ladies mixed - all they do is pit - a - pat,
I won a bowls match, went and slipped on the mat,
alll these games, I think I'll just stick to baccarat.
They can't beat me, I'm too hot, ever since I came,
only one choice left - I think I'll play the blame game.
slithering through a suffragette smattering
the serpentine has no shoulder
on which to give
or have taken
piggyback rides through pantsuit criterion
so certainly lacks the same of which to dry witch salt tears with
whirling up and around then down up her ankle
thick thick thigh
deliciously dry coconut shunt
lipstick cracking
open pistachio shells
bravo to the mercenaries!
at least the split is red enough to pull the lever
and
spill how
women got their seat
at the
baccarat table
Bubble gum? Nay, methinks a box of dark chocolates, 'tis best,
A daisy? Nay, methinks a bouquet of velvet red roses, 'tis best,
Pants outfit? Nay, methinks a full-length strapless white silk dress, 'tis best,
Brown coat? Nay, methinks a Chinchilla fur coat, 'tis best,
Taxi? Nay, methinks a chauffeured limousine, 'tis best,
Queens? Nay, methinks an Ace, 'tis best,
Twelve? Nay, methinks a seven, 'tis best,
Craps Table? Nay, methinks a Baccarat Table, 'tis best,
Restaurant? Nay, methinks a Fine Dining Cuisine, 'tis best,
Fish? Nay, methinks a lobster, 'tis best,
White wine? Nay, methinks a Magnum of Champagne, 'tis best,
After dinner mints? Nay, methinks a bit more, 'tis best,
I still have some gum?
{KISS}
05/27/2019
Hit the road on my way to sin city
I feel lucky beat the odds no pity
Cheaters will be ejected jackpot greedy
Nicky Santoro mob foot warrior extortion
Ace Rothstein stand up fella devotion
Fired hillbilly lazy worker in motion
Fingers crossed hope 4 the best play Baccarat
I'm all in full amount in chips million in racks
Good fellas Tommy the maniac killed stacks
Sleepless out and about on the sunset strip
Met my date back to the hotel her name is lethal lip
Tangier's restaurant satisfied meal leave a tip
Reservation red rock hotel time to play poker
Dealer shuffles the cards takes out the joker
V.I.P entrance dropped off by my chauffeur
You go to Vegas
or the Riviera of France
in your best James Bond suit,
and the women
in their famous slinky
gowns rub their bare
shoulders against you
as you stand at the
table playing Baccarat.
The dealer has dark
flashy eyes but
doesn't care. You just pass.
You tinkle the ice
in your clear vodka drink.
It's a romantic cold,
a scarey worldly cold
that assumes your self-sufficiency.
You are lonely
but that's how you
are supposed to feel,
how you feel most skillfully.
You win, you lose.
The house takes you.
You try to read
the mind of God.
Welcome to the year 4712, the year of the horse.
This is the most important time for Atlantic City hotels, of course.
It is tradition for good luck to eat noodles on the first day.
Make sure we have plenty of them in inventory today.
Have those fireworks to frighten the evil spirits away.
Have loads of red envelopes with money at the noodle bar.
Our honored guests will have traveled very far.
Get the tables ready for baccarat, pai gow, and sic bo.
Our patrons will be wagering loads of money in the casino
Whether they come from Hong Kong, Beijing, or Taipei,
cater to all their wishes during their stay.
A pet more exotic I'd wanted.
A pet to be groomed and then flaunted.
Not a dog or a cat -
Something cooler than that!
I began my search feeling undaunted
In a pet store I came on a ferret.
Such a pain he was! How did I bear it?
Under doors and through cracks
He'd escape from me. AAAACH!!
So I traded him in for a parrot.
Well, the parrot just wanted to fly!
And that bird knew more bad words than I.
When he called me a whore,
I threw open the door:
“Now you’re getting your wish, Bird. BYE BYE!
A boa constrictor I bought,
He’d like to be cuddled, I thought,
But he wrapped and he squeezed,
As I gasped and I wheezed,
And offered the rat that I’d caught.
A bowl of piranha I won -
I played Baccarat with a nun -
And they wiggled their bums,
So I tickled their tums,
But bones ’stead of fingers aint fun.
My elderly aunt sent a text,
Suggesting tarantulas next,
But my spider alas,
Took a bite of my ass:
My pet-owning hobby is hexed.
I went to the pet shop, I swear,
But nothing I wanted was there -
To my pets I am prey,
So I went on eBay,
And purchased a big teddy bear.
For the "Grab a Partner" Contest. To see
who I collaborated with, read my comment
under the poem.
After all these years, you still have not learned.
If you play too long, you are going to get burned.
It is embarrassing, and certainly not nice,
when you blow your whole bankroll while shooting dice.
If you go to blackjack, baccarat, or roulette,
the experiences you encounter may be ones you’ll regret.
From gullible individuals, the house takes it all.
The casino usually rakes in a windfall.
You think you may have better luck playing a machine?
Those larcenous contraptions can be even more mean.
If you cannot afford to lose, then don’t play.
From all those clip joints, you should just stay away.
A baccarat player will just adore a natural nine.
No other hand in the game is so fine.
The worst he or she can do is tie.
That is the best card pair nobody can deny.
When any nine combination comes out of the shoe,
just sit back and relax. There’s nothing to do.
Baccarat is the card game James Bond would play.
From the first movie up to the modern day,
to win, double o’seven would always find a way.
craps,
blackjack,
baccarat,
the big six wheel,
roulette, poker, pai gow, Spanish blackjack.
These are the tables where you lose money.
In casinos
are where you
will find
them.
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