Best Adorably Poems
My cousin Tallie
was a real-life
award winning
beauty queen
from age six to eighteen
The kind who seems
a cardboard cut-out
Southern stereotype
all big hair and hype
manicured nails and
well arranged...
assets
but in reality
there was much more to Tallie
Her favorite movie
was Fried Green Tomatoes
and as far as movies go
it was good
but I never understood
until much later
why she loved it so
At first I thought
she was obsessed with the dish
she just 'had to try' fried green tomatoes
with fried catfish...
But it was actually
more about “Towanda!”
the primal, female battle-cry
And there was something electrifying
heartbreaking and mystifying
in the way she had the nerve to
let loose
a hullabaloo
screaming “Towanda!”
without reserve
fully, freely
like a woman
on the very edge
with nothing left to lose
and that was true
Tallie'd been abused
but somehow
nobody chose to see that part
that she actually had
had a heart
that someone had torn apart
Now Tallie's a badass
with blue-green hair
and a hard edged manner
devil-may-care
she has a tattoo
for each person she held dear
far and near
dead and gone
and no one knows why
she's evasive, withdrawn
as they spew out their judgments
in-between their
slow Southern
matter-of-fact yawns
With all the details noticed
while picking her to pieces
how did they miss the moment
her innocence was taken
faith in mankind shaken
How the barefoot, crazy-haired Tallie
running free, suddenly
stopped entirely, sparkle gone
certain sadness in dark eyes
and full-grown
this woman appeared
world-wise
And while they wonder
who the father of her
latest offspring could be
I wonder where the
adorably incorrigible
little Tallie is-
that used to be
Butterfly kisses on his head
On that beautiful, early morn,
Welcoming him into the world,
My adorably, sweet first-born.
Butterfly kisses on his neck.
He'd giggle at feathery touch.
Butterfly kisses told him that
His mama loved him very much.
All through his earliest childhood
We kept playing this happy game.
I gave him butterfly kisses
And he returned the very same.
Babies turn into teenagers
And a little kiss on the cheek
Was the most that he could manage
And was all that I dared to seek.
And then as he grew tall and older
Another claimed all his kisses.
He had forgotten all about
Our game of butterfly kisses.
The saddest time of all my life
When they told me my son had died.
Forgotten were butterfly kisses
In the million of tears I cried.
But when I'm tending my garden
A butterfly lands on my cheek.
I know that he has sent them
Those butterfly kisses I seek.
Adorably cute
in my hand-tailored suit...
searching for my Cinderella missing her shoe;
among the prettiest faces, someone will stand out
with eyes that are somewhat blue...
and running into a handsomer guy,
it won't discourage her from finding her delight...
hiding behind others without the perfect alibi!
Come out of the loud crowd,
beautiful one...show every apparent charm:
the delicacy of your womanly gesture;
and I'll reach out in kindness,
to subdue the fears of your first encounter!
Come out of the dim shadows,
incredible one, and accept my dance...
a request from my eager lips;
think of where we'd be tomorrow indeed,
when everyone has left and we ecstatically breath!
All the glamorous girls on the dance floor,
drinking heavily and laughing hysterically,
can't be compared to you; and what I'm looking for
is not just another amazing beauty,
but that certain winkle of shyness and more ingenuity!
Be that Cinderella missing her shoe, looking straight at me;
letting me gently slip it on,
so that this tender moment can become reality...
before our memorable, romantic night is gone,
and we'll remember nothing more than fantasy!
You are a Venus of beauty multiplying at night,
As your City Lights adorably carpet each mountain,
The moon smiles above you with its gleam so bright;
A breathtaking view which a repertoire cannot even contain
In admiration of your panorama springing like a fountain.
The sun rejoices each day upon your vast splendid arid ground,
As spectators stride along your cascading stream of gorges,
You enchantingly cradle them into your bosom blissfully around;
Your architectural stone-mountain range spectacularly astonishes,
You are a Rose City- all is agog with your carved stones in red roses.
Oh, Petra! You’re widely admired with your unique environment,
A treasure of the world, the Nabataeans’ magnificent masterpiece;
A haven of everyone’s dream to ride and walk on every pavement,
Catering sumptuous experience in lavish pleasure making all feel at peace,
And ‘tis ballad of mine isn’t even enough to laud your great wonder and grace.
Nov. 12, 2013 6.36 pm
Petra , Jordan is really a very beautiful city/place! I was there last Oct. 21-22, 2013.
My avatar was taken there;))))
First Place
Contest: Best Poetic Form
Judged: 11/17/13
Sponsor: My greatest poet & sis PD
Fifth Place
Contest: Any Subject, Any Form
Judged: 11/15/13
Sponsor: Poet Charlotte Puddifoot
Happy Happy Birthday Claire Holt
To the 'ABSOLUTELY most STUNNING,
'SOPHISTICATED BEAUTY OF ALL TIME '
with the most
'SPARKLING, PERKY, ENCHANTING PERSONALITY
that goes with the
'BRIGHTEST HOMETOWN GOOD-GIRL SMILE'
let me say
Happy Happy Birthday to you
I lift up my glass with a
'LYRICAL Toast'
just as 'TOMBOY NATURALLY FLAWLESS'
and 'ENTHUSIASTICALLY, SINCERE, and ORIGINAL'
as to say to you
I hope you have a
Happy Happy Birthday
that only a
'CELESTIAL GODDESS'
like you can do
Happy Happy Birthday
to a 'BELOVED VISION of LOVELINESS'
as 'Angelically enchanting, and ADORABLY SOPHISTICATEDLY KIND'
irreplaceable CLAIRE HOLT wonderful you
Rongali bihu
Rong cascading down
the days around April fifteenth
jotted over the almanac
(Rong bihu or Rongali bihu, the Assamese gala)
luring New Year for the Assamese peeps and their culture
Rong gleaned from Vishuvam - the Sanskrit word
Rong elucidates vernal equinox
Rong typifies joy
like lovers discreetly conclave in the cavern
when two bodies melded with one soul
Rong caught a whiff of fresh kopou phool perfume - Foxtail Orchid or Dove Flower
Rong is humble abode of the shameless parasites Cuckoo
enduring the rythym of Assamese peeps and their culture
Rong is the dance of life
Rong is the food celebration
Rong is the offspring of love and happiness
#and in background, I can hear my beloved 80's hit song - 'O Xun Toradoi Nasaba Morom Lagakoi' (O My Dear Beloved Don't Stare Adorably) ...
Filling the blank space of the heart hey my oxygen of love You braced the sand near the shore with an enriched almond in my life,
Oh my damsel !! Stupendously You are my love!!
Dipping in the soul of your's, relishing with the bunch of Jasmine,efflorescence is flushing on my way,
Oh my Queen !! Universally You vanquished my heart!!
Aster of my life,blooming Rose, alluringly captured the entire morsel occupying with an astounding charm of your's,
Oh my babes !! My lucid crystal,You shines forever!!
Heuristically resolved my problems filling with the stiff breeze unwrapping the emotions of love,
Oh my angel !! Happily You wrote the fairy-tale of my life!!
Near the samui bay, as like a relation between kit and boodle you spinned the petals of my life,
Oh my princess!! Drooping in your eyes I felt daunted!!
Implanting your waving leaves on my heart, melancholically removing the sad ness of my life,
Oh my lady !! zingels rangged in my refracting prism of soul!!
My starlit darkness is been flared up as if You are the brazen periwinkles balancing my world,
Oh my Pearl !! Lying in your shell of clam, Oysterically I Would love to clump throughout for all season!!
Adorably my dame-chick had gleefully connected me with every piece of my soul lusciously vibrating me,
Oh my doll !! Mirthfully You hit my heart a million times & blithely the spirit of yours made me solve the entire puzzle of life!!
Uh-Oh, I think im falling for you,
the way your lips are always turned upwards in a smile,
how you can make me blush without even meaning to.
I think Im in love,
with the way my heart races when you come near me.
Uh-oh, I think Im falling for you,
how everytime I have to leave,
you hesitate just a second.
i think Im in love,
with they way you hung around whenever you could.
Uh-oh, I think Im falling for you,
the way you speak french, and I have no idea how to repeat,
the way you failed so adorably at speaking my language.
I think im in love,
and im scared you'll beak my heart.
uh-oh, I think im falling for you,
But are you who you say you are?
are you going to take my heart and crush it cuz you can?
I think Im in love,
But Im too scared to admit it...
*stupid teenage drama. why couldnt life be full of happy endings? :'(
Reprehensible Savagery ©
'Pon reading tragic headline...,
aye experienced grief alone,
no matter the killer (Chris Watts,
thirty-three years
of Frederick, Colorado) unknown
to me, the sheer brutality,
whereat he killed Shanann Watts,
Bella and Celeste,
his once adorably beautiful,
now ceased wife
and daughters ages thirty four,
four, and three respectively
(purportedly via strangulation)
reflexively did i groan
particularly, the propensity to kill
with in sinew weighted bone
times gone by,
where expletive laced epithets
incessantly did drone
nearly activating trip wires,
a blood dripping knife,
would be shown
to police, unless...I took my life,
cuz immediate regret would well up
resulting with an agonizing moan...
hence after perusing morbid
(somewhat inexplicably fascinating)
screaming tragedy ado
admit sadness overtook this chap,
what wrought motive,
(albeit premeditated)
for him to construe
such an atrocious, ferocious,
heinous, et cetera grew
some crime toward innocent wife
(she supposedly knew)
intuitively felt and possibly
foresaw the slew
how her life (a grotesque
mass square aid )
would meet one gross violent death
intimating marriage frayed
ranking as "FAKE,"
or Eff for failing grade
yet tidbits publicized twas shaky match
from get go, no heaven made
nor wedded bliss -
her precious life paid
as well two preschoolers
(cute as a button),
and expectant third progeny (male fetus)
existence extinguished by, "killer"
the husband, who went
into a deadly tie raid
now guilt upon
his conscious heavily weighed.
(Is this better than ChatGPT did yesterday? We're having a contest.)
dormant as naked
shivering trees
falling before me
yearning
for warmth
and companionship
in neverending
cold cruel
winter
Armageddon
solace at
the Grand
found it
in a hot toddy
and hugs from
Angela and Shelby
my favorite bartenders
Angela's latest
watercolor
just emerging
stunning
goddess
full of symbology
I see
dream catcher
earrings
colbalt silk dress
hemmed with
gold Hindu ohms
and swastikas
soft light
falling from
glowing moon's face
embedded
with
Cancer rising
astrological chart
Angela laughing
takes her
phone away
Shelby
petite
blue haired
pixie
swaps
toddler stories
her three year old
daughter
my two year old
granddaughter
being so adorably
horrible
I share
latest pics
from most recent
journey
youngest's wedding
big blue sky
soft white whisps
gracing over
beautiful bride
sequins sparkling
like snow
in setting sun
her handsome groom
in spiffy
mallard green tuxedo
crying
yeah...
and I have to
share my latest
girlfriend/online dating
experiences
always amusing
and hear that?
it's Billy Joel
Piano Man
playing
in the background
nothing like
day drinking
the bleak and grey
away
happy hour
happy day
Resting your wunderbar head
On my bare pubescent chest
Makes my throbbing pulsation
Adorably align to our passion of
Night and day chronicles while
Tending to your
Irresistible magnetic beguile that is
Captivating yet still addictive.
The Inseparable Chaos and Order
I love being a confusing clutter.. caring not to cure it;
Cutting off the classic for the colour- filled chaos;
I am the craft of being creative in my own chaotic way;
The nature of Nature itself, is curved towards chaos;
But the orderly order is so amazing, I always awe and envy;
Often achieved and obtained by the most honoured;
Adorably astute to always accept me even amidst all my inadequacies.
Dated: 28/01/2017
Contest: Seven for Chaos and Order
That was an extraordinary Christmas for Santa Claus,
his twentyfifth year of wintry journey without any pause.
He decided to make it a special celebration of gifting on his part
to the children adorably unique presents, he’d carry in the cart.
In colorful foils he packed with care the gifts through the night,
loaded them on the sleigh until the dawn’s first sunlight.
As on downy snow-laid track the reindeer led by Rudolf charged,
the chilling wind hit his face, made him aware he was so tired.
He spotted a bench under a tree while crossing the sunny park,
thought he deserved some rest after the night’s hard work.
He knew he would find ahead no other better place to choose,
so, he slumped on the bench, and soon slipped into snooze.
Rudolph heard loud sound, didn't know it was Nick's snoring bout,
got scared of the danger looming large, she had no doubt.
With loaded sleigh the reindeer ran away as fast they could,
leaving tired Santa to enjoy the frozen sleep in the wood.
At sharp sound of cracking trees under the burden of snow,
when he woke up fazed, reality to his senses came a bit slow.
On the trail engraved in snow he ran, caught the fleeing reindeer.
He was sure when he gave the gifts, him the children would endear.
December 17, 2018
Contest : Christmas Cheer
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Auburn lady envious of the blue night with its gleaming, capturing stars;
those rare diamonds, belonging to the silent and vast Universe,
you've stolen to adorn your undulating hair,
brushed by the July's harebrained breeze,
so temptingly soft and adorably fair;
if no admirer or lover seeks you, can I offer you my first dance?
Your melancholic look is fixed downward,
and you refuse to look above, nothing excites you tonight;
your external beauty cannot be resisted or ignored,
and will an harlequin, in his vividly colored costume, make you smile?
I'll play the flute brightly and make him dance to cheer you with his wit...
until your sadness leaves no sign on that sad face!
The shrill sound of the crickets can darken your spirit; listen closely, auburn lady...
sing along with the blue night, while your musical tones become the chords of my harmony!
Inspired by Edward Robert Hughes's painting: Night
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I sing a song to you baby of mine.
You’re dreaming of adorably sweet things.
You safely rest on soft clouds as you lie,
And angels hold you in their feathered wings.
You’re new from Heaven and still have the scent
That you have carried down to Earth to share.
I wish you could speak of stories you know
Of folks we loved who now await us there.
My darling, in my arms you’re warm and safe.
We rock slowly to a sweet melody.
I’m so grateful to God that you’re the one
He has so lovingly chosen for me.
You will soon wake to find Mommy is near.
Sleep little baby with nothing to fear.