Best Accessory Poems
~TAKE MY MONEY ~
Crimson Joy, L'Oreal Lips, DOLCE & GABBANA eyewear
Mascara from beyond LONDON Bridges
Like the pretty face found in front of Vanity Fair
What can I say? Perfect -- goes with my daily addiction
A beautiful morning cup, STARBUCKS got my money
It's not more or less the cost or taste.
It's all about my dependency, with popular brand names
Shopping from place to place --- with a smile on my face
VICTORIA SECRET and the way she wears her bra.
$72 dollars it's time to double up them d's
Christmas Red and December Blue
Walmart can't pick up my bust the way she claims with trust.
Hot Topic's on my dark fashion list, Star Wars decor to explore
Obsessed with any accessory from the Walking Dead?
Bennie, blankets, epic shirts with gore, spending $200.00 more
Vulture is a man, with no hair, sat me down on his chair
"Try, this mam' a flat iron that works like MAGIC."
"Did you say magic?"
Didn't ask how much, once he commenced caressing my hair
Straight and silky like when I first bought the Evolution Wand
I tried to resist, however, I swear I heard the Iron call my name
This time, I promise to use it more than once
Between you and I - I don't even care to do my hair
Next thing you know, I own the Lioness curler iron too
With Expensive shampoo and conditioner.
What can I say, Buy 2 get the third one free
Finally, I felt - I got the best bargain possible
I won't even tell you how much I paid
You'd probably think, $189.00 is steep
How could I say no?
He threw in a heating glove, that's what I call Consumer Love.
Heading home, I spot Best Buy, needing a case for my iPhone 6 plus
Strolling near aisle 3, I hear Dr. Dre, started some new beats
Falling in love with the level of quality, $299.00 how can that be?
I put a pink pair in my basket, they have to be special and unique
After all, $299. Means they are popular :)
Bargains here bargains everywhere, check out time, I paid 550 dollars
I'm so proud of myself today, I saved and gained 101 points
Happy and dandy I feel complete,
I will end, my freestyling write
With uplifting words --- Aren't you lucky I'm not your WIFE???
~PD~
WELCOME TO MY WORLD
TRUE STORY
Of parrots and parakeets, no one knows
now numbering in the thousands
no longer Mexico's bucolic birds
new urbanized citizens migrated
to the suburbs.
If you travel to Los Angeles and county
where hobo avians flock to Pepperdine
hoping to matriculate to paradise..
Pasadenans know the raucous calls from palms
festooned in bright feathers and pheromones.
Should you wish to elicit a response
from a Red-crowned Amazon..
just ask any witch cat which hungers
with an acute accessory olfactory
rife in feline grin and purpose
eye'n the skies cheerfully.
And somewhere Marianne Faithfull warbles
'this little bird who lives on the wind,
this little bird that somebody sends.'
they're listening too, with a coo and squawk
o'er the skies of Silverlake
and Eagle Rock.
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This Little Bird sung by Marianne Faithfull - Lyrics by J.D. Loudermilk 1965
My favorite makeup is her smile,
the lip gloss of a soul at ease,
mascara of her grace and style,
the rouge of blushing when I tease.
My favorite jewelry: her eyes,
gold flecks in starburst bright design,
diamonds of silvered moonlight rise
as they gaze deeply into mine.
The beauty marks I love the best
are those that deep within her dwell:
intelligence; a sense of jest;
and faith, her robust citadel.
Her love is that accessory
that ties together all she'll wear,
with kindness her perfumed esprit
that woos me as it fills the air.
Her beauty comes not from a shelf
nor from a product humans made,
but deep within her winsome self -
a loveliness that does not fade.
Written 22 June 2022
Hip-Hop is dead
I can’t feel the throb, the devotion, the dedication
I wear all black
Black stilettos, black cut dress, aimed real low
Seductive but simple, I know my place
Beside the King, my sweet deceased Revolutionist
Rap’s number one supporter, holding the casket with a broken
S I G H
Someone plays, a radio, across the way
Slick beats drip past the ears to slime the brain
Wet and easy manipulated clay
Media displays wealth and misogyny
50 million dollar chains
Females addicted to being slapped around
Like China Dolls in half-made Cl o thes
Pose, Shawty and let this crunk beat fill your hips
Purse your lips, Mami, and I’ll let you
Be my accessory
Remember when the revolution was a evolution of the mind
Freestyles match drums in intensity
When freestyles were uncontrolled like the wild brown skin he was in
I felt, loved, Hip-hop in my veins
Let him be the catalyst for the beating of my heart
I was so in love with his swagger, his love of himself and his people
Hat tipped real low to hide the pain
Beat real tight to stop the taint
Of failure and to rise like the dust after a stampede
I’d take Hip-Hop to bed every night
Let him rise and fall like the heaving of my chest
It was so hot I could barely breathe for the intensity overcoming me
The pounding of intellect in my throat
Stroked me from head to toe
And Rocked my ghetto loving soul
And he said things I’ve waited my whole life to hear
play sweetly in my ear
Dreaming of dreams too big
To let fade away
He grew shallow, loving women with hollow heads and thick thighs
Low rides and forgetting what he left at home
Long nights and overtime left me alone
Released hundreds of artists
Torn between money and the spoken word
His best friends tried to revive what was inside, too late the damage took over
50 Cent arrived with Lil’s, and Young’s and a mess of southern heat
I was there when the light left his eyes
After Dr.Dre’s Chronic
Hip-Hop was Dead
MAJESTIC BLUE
Mind blues in life makes things blurr
Dark phase comes because it has to go
The sufferer in me wants to mend her patch on her own
To turn as hard as iron ,a strong fighter
These moments come anytime out of the blue
I pray that it does not happen to anyone
Even once in a blue moon.
So dear,my blue patch has gone away
Sorry to keep away from you in this dark blue phase
Waiting for you makes me restless on this coastline
Solitary,,, away from Blue Bridge City humdrum
These blue emergent waves ascend endlessly
To meet the blue sky canopy above me
This ethereal blue canvas consoles my eyes
That wait eagerly for you
Oh dear! release me off the reigns of longing
In a blue gown adorning blue diamond accessory
Holding this blue bouquet of fresh blooming flowers-
Hyacinth,lilac,blue iris,blue orchids,blue bells
My love!my heart pines for thee.
Contest:The Colour blue.
Sponsor:Janis Thompson.
28/1/2017.
For Contest:United colours BLUE
Sponsor:Silent One
28.02.2016
You are not what they think of you,
Your heart doesn't change when your hair gets hue.
You are not the fashion trend you follow,
You are above perceptions which are hollow.
Your bright lipstick is just an accessory,
It shouldn't change due to sarcasm or decree.
Your tone shouldn't overrule your statement,
Your no is denial and your yes is the agreement.
Your smile is mere happiness, not a proposal,
Your stands in an argument are views, they don't make you unfilial.
Your body is a sheath for your soul,
You must never accept judgements for a part or the whole.
For, you are precious and a blessing on the earth,
Nobody can do your job and can ever fill your dearth.
I'm an African, with an American attached to my name,
a lot of cultured people like wearing nationalistic, hyphenated accessory
My people arrived on a no-class ship when they came,
ashes and sackcloth are a part of every country's wardrobe history
A lot of cultured people like wearing nationalistic, hyphenated accessory,
it feels good to be dressed in the colors of a pretty flag
Ashes and sackcloth are a part of every country's wardrobe history;
blood, sweat and tears can't be packaged and put in a bag
It feels good to be dressed in the colors of a pretty flag,
just don't make waves if you see some spots on the cloth
Blood, sweat and tears can't be packaged and put in a bag
sad to see all that labor get eaten up by profit hungry moth
Just don't make waves if you see some spots on the cloth,
as long as your conscience is clean, everything is alright
Sad to see all that labor get eaten up by profit hungry moth
minimum rage living is the upper-class' dignified plight
As long as your conscience is clean, everything is alright
My people arrived on a no-class ship when they came
Minimum rage living is the upper-class' dignified plight ---
I'm an African, with an American attached to my name
Shower of autumn leaves and acorns,
And rustling sound as I stroll.
Those mesmerising bubbles all-round,
As I dive in the pool.
And also, when, looking into his eyes,
Silently, I can walk thousand miles.
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
The power to see the unseen!
A lady dressed in pink, in my sight.
With complementing accessory soaked in glittery white.
And my heart fondly admires,
Wow! That blushing pink charmer!
Just like an innocent pearl in an oyster.
Adorning beautiful pearl in white,
Gracefully gleaming bright!
And also, when I see those young, tanned lads,
Completely soaked in mud.
And, scaring me, with their thud.
Then, smiling broadly to show their set of teeth.
Oh! I love them, they are all sweet!
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
It definitely beautifies my thoughts!
When I see my friend upset.
Without even a word, I know his mindset.
Slipping quietly my hand on her hand.
I can feel her with my inner strength.
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
It teaches me to empathise.
When I am low
Poetry raises me back, to glow!
When my confidence begins to retire.
Poetry gives me the strength to fight like fire!
Yes! This is the poetry to me.
Always by my side to support me.
Poetry hones in me, a better orator,
As it makes me, a better expresser.
Yes! It helps me to build my character.
My poetry is me!
23/2/19
Sponsor: Silent One
Contest Name: Poetry and ME
On the eve of that somber, stormy night,
I began to see strings of spring swirling soundlessly
along the thread-thin blade of this culinary cutlery.
Why does gravity lay on thick in this silver steel accessory?
If only you knew, where there is a subtle screech of harmony,
there is a violent war viciously humming melancholy.
As the dust of what was once obscure drops from the passing clouds,
it sets in an assembly of soft, dull vowels,
waiting for the rug of grass to spread a path to the furthest mountain.
Why do I feel no raging colors from the twilight
yet see them so vibrantly?
How do I know nothing of summoning my movements,
when this adrenaline speaks distantly?
Alone, a rush of flame once formed, now shows the demons in the storm.
When this flesh and bones become one with the unpredictable elements,
I hope what prevails is the lore of my regiments,
where I bled into the disasters of my own shortcomings,
learning to rest without a bruise as I drown.
(This is something different. Playing around and having some creative fun. One word per line, three lines per stanza. What do you think? Tear it apart and share your thoughts, opinions and criticisms. Thanks)
Another
Work
Day
Alarm
Shower
Coffee
Husband
Wife
Goodbye
Driving
Car
Work
Neighbor
Wife
Bedroom
Coffee
Sex
Cigarettes
Forgetting
Husband
Laptop
Taking
Off-ramp
Next
Crawling
Traffic
Congested
Turning
Car
Around
Driving
Home
Again
Parking
Driveway
Home
Panicking
Wife
Disbelief
Hiding
Neighbor
Closet
Approaching
Husband
Door
Greets
Husband
Door
Kisses
Wife
Entry
Smelling
Husband
Cigarettes
Smoke
Wife
Doesn’t
Searching
Husband
Suspicious
Increasing
Husband
Anger
Backyard
Cigarettes
Found
Questioning
Husband
Livid
Denies
Wife
Tears
Investigating
House
Yelling
Following
Wife
Pleading
Searching
Bedroom
Threatening
Approaching
Husband
Closet
Intercepts
Husband
Wife
Pushing
Wife
Floor
Tearing
Wife
Hysterics
Opening
Husband
Closet
Standing
Neighbor
Closet
Pleading
Wife
Tears
Holding
Husband’s
Pistol
Trembling
Neighbor’s
Hands
Infuriated
Husband
Roars
BANG
BANG
BANG
Ringing
Ears
Smoke
Hysterical
Wife
Crying
Stumbling
Husband
Floor
Closing
Neighbor
Husband
One
Head
Shot
Pooling
Blood
Floor
Bleeding
Husband
Dead
Shot
Own
Gun
Sharing
Husband’s
Bed
Adultery
Wife
Whore
Coward
Neighbor
Murderer
Scarlet
Wife
Accessory
Awaits
Prison
Both
(Based on a true story. This happened a few blocks from my previous residence. I took some creative liberties with the story, names are fictional.)
(Poem is in the peace symbol, created in 1958 by designer Gerald Holtom, upward V and later chosen by Bertrand Russell. Please read the first oblique downright and the second upright. Then, the last four lines)
Peace is worth it to find his peace from within.
Certainly not for weak Gandhi said, “Each one has
But for brave enough. Peace is the way.”
See a giant red banner “There’s no way to peace
With white peace symbol when there is no peace
Peace seems very pretty. “Peace, Peace”, they all say
Look at Pottery Barn Teen it speaks of a false peace
Get dazzled by backlit signs but this much is very clear.
Peace seems to be cool. & usage of the peace sign
On T-shirts and bracelets whatever the origin, meaning
Peace is accessible, at least as an accessory.
** "Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek
But a means by which we arrive at that goal."
The day we stop fighting for peace is
The day peace will be ours.
++++++++++++
* Pacifist A.J. Muste
** Martin Luther King Jr.
Date 2-23-14
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place Win
Contest: The Peace Sign by Kristen Bruni
Thankfully number two, she’s contented with it
Hides when the landlord comes around to feel smart with the game
Endless calculations and planning, giving unfaithfulness a honey taste
Master strategist in creating spare time no matter how little
In order to steal and passionately enjoy what she doesn’t deserve
Shares the comfort and heartbeat of another without any bother
Theft of the body and emotions, becoming another woman’s problem
Romance becomes raw, athletic with the flavours of adrenaline
Emotions may set it, then the pleasure gradually progresses, she
Sows immensely in trying to beat the actual owner
Seemingly to stop being the accessory, the sharer and the spare.
I walk into the store
She comes to greet me
Can I help you miss
Is there anything you'd like to see?
No, just looking
Too early to decide
But I'll let you know
When the time arrives.
Those red bottoms are cute
Or maybe the boots
What could I wear them with
Perhaps a suit?
Here she comes
Watching me like a hawk
Standing next to me, rearranging socks.
What about the others
The daughter and mother
The soccer mom over there
They're not receiving the same glare.
I can clearly see
All eyes are on me.
Look at those earrings
Silver and gold
The perfect accessory
To add a little bling.
And....she's back
Just won't let me be
Buzzing around
Like a little bee.
Maybe I'm being paranoid, imagining things
I guess it's okay
If she recounts the rings.
Perhaps I'll test my theory
Go to the middle of the store.
If she follows me again
I'll know for sure.
Check out those sweaters
Perfect for this weather.
Just choose a color
Meanwhile, she'll bug the girl's mother.
The gray one or the blue
My closet's aching for something new
But before I can make up my mind
Coming in from behind
Once again I see -
All eyes are on me.
Girl, don't let it get to you
Get yo shop on!
Retail therapy never hurt anyone.
The sweaters must need re-folding
Is she worried about the clothes I'm holding?
Does she think I'll stuff them in my purse
This shopping while black thing is a real curse.
Some would question
Why do I care?
If I'm not guilty
It shouldn't matter how they treat me.
But is it right
To be presumed a thief on sight?
Every shopping spree
All eyes are on me.
Have you ever realized
just how much it hurts
to be trampled upon?
People taking you for granted,
for every miserable day of your life.
They need you to get where they are,
so they won’t have to get dirty,
so that their paths could be a bit easier for them
but you never are truly recognized for it…
You are just a boring accessory
not worthy to be taken note of
It’s like in their eagerness
to reach that place, to meet that somebody-
they just skip, step, jump all over you
and just not appreciate
your importance
My curse though
is that I can’t cry out—
only remain stoic, hard.
Stable.
So I can withstand
all that weight,
of all those people using me
with them rarely looking back.
I know my purpose…
but it still hurts to realize
that this is all that I ever will be…
A stepping stone.
To dreams, to love, to life--
forgotten, left behind
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**For Catie's Stoned contest
Humanity is punctured with many breaks.
Different eyes through different holes
grasp its identity through different visions.
Openness, honesty and love to a few;
power, greed and domination to others
and to some, faith, faith, faith and just faith.
Love comes first before anything else
but while propagating others, it is fatally shot.
The so-called trail-blazers of democracy
makes it crazy in the domain of others;
feeding a Tiger until it is dangerously grown
then joining other hunters to bring it down.
Beliefs without tolerance and peace are poisons.
One is honoured with the privilege to be part of a society
so human friendly and development growing
but forgets his transition from a migrant to a citizen.
So much noise he begins to create
to turn such blessed lands to the one he escaped from;
threatening the beauty of these Nations’ civilization;
giving Australia such bile, the UK such thorn
and Russia such a devastating pill.
If life was suppose to be so,
the Emirate Kingdom wouldn’t be maintaining its identity
as it is heterogeneously mixed eleven to one portions
in favour of the accessory ingredients.
Scaling humanity through colours
is as bad as doing so through tribes.
Unity and networking never creates losers
but marginalization and oppression breed deadly tensions.
Names, ascents, appearances and gestures
are unfortunately yardsticks for interactions and mingling
then Justice becomes wounded for bias to prevail.
All these make poverty freely govern
even in an Ocean of abundance.
It is simple to keep life smiling
but impossible when love is homeless
while selfishness is rendered the most services
but under the disguise of other honourable clients.
When kindness is removed from the equation,
a habitat once peaceful becomes the hub of predators.