Best Curtsy Poems
Flakes, like a lady’s gloves,
gently pulled off
finger by finger,
one by one,
laid upon her lap.
The lay of land, it’s lap
of snowy-white
glows in the velvety twilight
of Winter’s hourglass.
Black and white kittens,
both snowballs of sorts,
in puppy love, whilst
the stars sparkle, like
a ballroom dance floor,
shine like waxy-ice.
The flurries, like downy feathers,
float,
so
slowly.
Elegance of lovers
with lady-locks and manly beards.
Kids blink
as they bow and curtsy -
they always miss
the snowman show.
Blows the cold cream
and powder puff.
Glistening of cracking ice.
The tracks of high heels
from endless waltz of Winter night,
and the snowlady is warmed by her fox
trot. Chattering of children’s teeth,
like applause - they’ve stayed up
way too late.
It’s nearly eight.
THE DALLAS COWBOYS
Can you not hear the rumblings of that distant herd coming,
The loud thundering of destiny’s champions crossing, the NFL
Field of dreams, beware the rampaging lightening team known
As the Dallas Cowboys, for they are the hail storms victorous
Breed, the eye of the hurricane riders, searching for their
Well-deserved trophy of fortunes honor!
Remove your cowboy’s hats of respect unto them, ladies
Curtsy with reverences motion, for these athletes are
Endurance’s best, and they shall overcome against
Any opposing finest challengers, these rangers of the
Old western traditions, that carry this country’s time
Honored name of the cowboy to the ultimate extreme,
Of skill and strength’s dexterity!
Dallas all plain drifters of purity’s valor, head to head
No bull horns about it, these are the champions of the
Gladiatorial games in the world of sportsmanship!
Yielding unto no oppositions combatants, these warriors
Hold their ground with distinctions sheer magnificence!
Let those world famous cheerleaders scream with every
Field goal achieved, for these beauties know that no
Other team in footballs annals will score, to the level
Of these good old boys, named by fame's hall of records,
The famous Dallas Cowboys, heehaw and God bless hum!
Now listen you city slicking team of sports hall of fameing
Seekers, you’d better go back to your home fields of
Advantages, for hear in this lone star state, we take no
Prisoners, and show no mercy to out lander's!
Here in the ALAMO state of freedoms calling,
We remember our heritage standing tall and
Proud against all odds, blazoned in bullets
Historical legends, our grand team barres
The name of fore-barriers proudly, those
Pioneer’s men known, as the all American
Cowboys!
These six-shooters whom rode the die hard tails,
Across a new world creating a country of freedom,
Where only the tumble-weeds rolled, and desert dust,
Coached a man’s thirst almost to madness!
Now in traditions sport of men, a new team of desperado’s,
Threatens this lone star state, but have no fear my fellow
Texans for our Dallas Cowboys will send them packing,
With a good old boy’s field goals smacking, so I’ll cheer
Them on, waving my hat in the evening air, yelling heehaw,
Go get hum boys!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
FOR LINDA THE DESTROYER
ROCK ON SISTER POET
Oh how this bodice is dressed in taffeta,
Lined with hundreds of lavender pleats
Spiraling, drooping, whirling
All over my voluptuous contour …
Bare these limbs grinding on soft moss
To tap among rustled displays
From many a lovers’ heat to children’s romp.
I gaze at my long tresses hung by threads
Of July frills, combing the strands
Delicate as clusters in a spin that ignites
The evening air, the lush of daylight’s vine…
And like Kojin in a free-fall prance, I cascade
Through a mantle of grass, my arms floating
Over wisps of mildest pink, of boldest lavender;
Then to curtsy in a prayerful Shinto bow
Under heaven's marquee where my chants
about lonesome tales are hushed in secrecy.
At nightfall, stars circle my lit frame,
The aroma of wisteria's mint huffs
outside my pores and unto an earthy glow;
Young the nippled buds swelling in lusty dusk
Till I gently writhe as a mystical shadow of the woods.
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SPRINGTIME STANDARD CONTEST
~ The wisteria tree is packed with an assemblage
of purple blossoms, falling in tapered clusters
to symbolize a kneeling pose of honor and devotion
based on Asian folklore.
~ Kojin: Japanese Tree Goddess
Meditating on the season, I
took notice of a leaf's dramatic
fall -- a fascinating journey: a
quarter past first marvelous budding~
soon unfolding into towering
presence...now~ dynamic
parting: flamboyant waving,
a curtsy and leap,
a spin with colorful grin,
supported by daffy current --
playful rocking, showy gliding -
faking downing, direct sliding
then again rising, as a royal nose --
at last arriving at inevitable rest
back when the spring commeth
re-leaf….
The Old Oak Tree
For thirty-three years she’s been standing there,
With all her majestic beauty, without a care.
From a tiny seedling I had planted her,
The years rolled by swiftly, like a blur.
The decision was made, she must come down,
The old oak tree looked stately wearing her crown.
The tree surgeon, Jesse, came by that day,
Chain saw in hand, he didn’t come to play.
As each limb was sawed off, I felt the pain,
I stood helplessly as my big oak was slain.
Finally she stood cold, undressed and bare,
I felt so ashamed for my part in this affair.
I saw the surgeon cutting low on her trunk,
Then she began to sway like somebody drunk.
Finally, exhausted, she did a curtsy and fell,
A small tear came in my eye as I bid her farewell.
©2010 Lynn B. Glover
As I amble along, a trance me shakes
an immense silence, I fear, my tread wakes
A respite from angst in an oasis of rarity
my stroll in timelessness and spirituality
A joy of mind dancing in thrill and ecstasy
lulling my soul into a winsome reverie
Forget me nots calling for vernal breeze
heartseases blooming, poundering throbs I seize
Love in a Mist promising a golden summer
a stunning pallet! a peerless paintbrush to colour
Morning glories, beauty and forbearance
flowering souls, no void and time for abhorrence
Marguerite Daisies dropping a curtsy to shiny sun
a night retreat, then paths of charm to run
One rare of gems from The Master of the Universe
poets ever carving its ineffable beauty in verse
Artists blend their appealing hues and rising perceptions
a work of Art of emotional power and pure impressions
Beholding in awe and gratitude such a bliss
many of God's grace and blessings I miss.
You unfold the mantles of paradise in my eyes,
As I, ambassador of beauty in curtsy arms, rise!
When I stand from the deck with awe and wonder,
I wish our ferry flies and soars high like a bird.
All charms I see are truths of songs I’ve heard,
As whirs of zip wires play like violin over yonder.
While I stroll the landscape to explore and wander
I’ve glimpse of the moon peeking behind a day cloud curd.
moonlight smiles with sun
as bright foliage unfurl
pirouette cold gentle breeze
adorn forest field
eyes dance on green lake to shore
sun-moon ballroom I sojourn
October 19, 2016 11.50am
Copyright2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
First Place
Contest: Three Style II (Couplet, Sedoka, Free Verse)
Judged: 10/22/2016
Sponsor: Poet Laura Loo
The sweet Megan Markle had that bright sparkle
for she landed herself a true prince
Our dear handsome Harry, was never contrary
But the Queen he had to convince
All Britain is fawning, this is a new dawning
for actress turned royal brings fame
the coffers are filling, and tourism's thrilling
The Duke and the Duchess are game
The wedding's now history, no longer a myst'ry
the world watched each detail in awe
this couple got hitched as each lose thread got stitched
There was not a single guffaw
Traditions respected, through some circumvented
the bride added much to the day
A curtsy forgotten, does not make her rotten
Just strong willed as some critics say
Her dress was straight lined, demure and refined
the make-up was simple and sweet
Prince George and Charlotte, they made us all gloat
Their goodness must warrant a treat
I'm happy for Harry, he is a dear chappy
his smiles tell the world all is well
the pre-wedding drama, that long pause or comma
forgotten, for now all is swell
So the 19th of May was quite a big day
It showed fairy tales still come true
Now young ladies know, to put beauty on show
The next story could be about you.
Eileen Manassian
Blessed are we to have the gift of you.
Sunset skies illuminated in glorious shades varied
Conjures memories of your loving smile
Your laughter paints the colours of rainbows seen
Like orchids rare you fill our hearts
Of visions of one of a kind memories
In this world of duplicates everywhere you stand alone
Mountains curtsy to strength unwavering
Beauty and grace captured through rivers deep
Your love rooted strong as majestic trees
Nightingales carol and doves soar free
Your love cherished for all to see
Framed with your essence and love from family
Bluebells curtsy mildew pasture
Vibrant, submissive, indigo chimes
Blooms convene, witnessing daybreak
Vain, boastful, early spring unveils,
English bulbs amidst sweet woodland scent
Floral rivers flourishing below
The matured red stags weary hooves,
Strength, stamina, amongst delicate, petite
Burnt auburn fur, greets azure petal streams -
Beneath April's succulent trees
You stood on the stage and flashed your winning smile
The play had gone well, cast was ending their stay
I had eyes only for you and curtsy style.
Our eyes met for an instant, you looked away
But my heart didn’t look away as you left stage
I knew instantly I wanted to engage
You at the members rear door this night
With bouquet of flowers in hand and smile right.
I’d seen play three times before, what mattered that?
I came to see you and all else was nothing
You didn’t know me, but I left where I sat
and bought blossoms from young street girl’s offering
You came with your friends laughing so happily
Your voices and words sounding most merrily
I stood in your way with flowers in my hand
Giving you a smile hoping you’d stop and make stand
“Please take these flowers I give to you just now,
Your performance was outstanding, Miss Monroe,
The play’s wonderful but it’s to you I bow.
Your acting is natural, your words do flow
Like the sound of a sliver stream on its way,
Refreshing the sinews of my heart this day.
Tomorrow I’ll gladly see your play again
Tomorrow and tomorrow and once more then.”
7-1-17
In thickened woodlands there are hidden falls
noticed by few and you stop - nature calls,
you gaze rapt in wonder as waters flow
into the depths of caves no creatures go.
If you have wings, fly swift with the current
feel exhilaration with the torrent
but reaching the bottom of this chasm
you know this journey is no phantasm.
From on top, their depths seem like an abyss
but the mighty falls turn streams bathed in bliss
swirling lazily through thick banks of moss
where waters run deep in rivers to cross.
A final grand drama Nature now plays
rivers curtsy to the seas so we praise.
@jjote030824
While sunrise bathes the early morning air
Illuminating new dawn’s loveliness,
Where mild rain tints the pure of crystal glare
To rouse shimmery boughs through June’s finesse.
Herein, aisle of florets displays its charm,
In brightest russets , in the mildest blues
Unfurling nature's waltzes that disarm
While showers of mist embellish all hues.
And garlands pirouette to catch glossed drops,
That my own soft feet twirl in revelry
When bubbles of dew explode, then to pop,
On clusters’ sunlit jive waking a lea.
Till nightfall approaches to calm the flow
Blooms curtsy, praising godly Light’s halo.
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Sonnet Contest Submitted 8/21/2016
Checked at www.howmanysyllables.com
Originally Posted 3/30/2015
Hey, kids, which pie should grandma make this year?
Thanksgiving Day is right around the bend—
Shall it be Pumpkin, Apple, Mince, or Date?
The choice is yours, please tell me what you wish.
Oh grandma, why don’t you surprise us with
A special pie we never had before,
A new and tasty one, a unique treat—
Our highlight of this year’s Thanksgiving feast.
That afternoon, in my old rocking chair,
I sat with my new pastry book to search
The recipes it offered, old and new,
To find that special pie...but as I read...
Miss Lemon Pie did curtsy with a wink,
And holding hands with Cocoa Cream who bowed,
Did quite a little dance and hopped and skipped
Around the room, and then were joined by the
Twin pies named Cherry and Cranberry Cream,
Fraternal twins of course, and before long,
They're linked with Miss Strawberry and her date,
Blueberry Pie and his pal, Caramel.
And they were joined by Bourbon Pecan Pie,
Miss Pear and her friend, Key Lime Pie, and soon
Molasses and Pineapple Cheese where there
With Watermelon Pie and Rhubarb too.
At once, Banana, Peach, and Mango came
To join the happy crowd of these sweet pies.
Together all held hands to dance around
The room and sing their Pie Allegiance Song.
I think my legs moved to their song and dance,
For soon I felt my body gently rocked—
Wake up, wake up, dear grandma, please wake up!
We think you fell asleep and had a dream!
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Story Poem Contest
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Judged: 06/30/2016
~2nd Place~
Contest: Plentitude of Pies
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Judged: 12/08/2014
She peruses the paper each morning, and the cartoons for laughs
Then she reads letters from the public
Most of these letters are responded to by her staff
She is briefed daily on matters of policy and politics
She meets privately with the prominent and those of fame
And gives out awards and medals
She is from a tradition of times medieval
If she knights you, Sir, precedes your name
When meeting her, women curtsy
While gentlemen bow to Her Majesty
She has reigned with grace
And is loved by people from many places
The daughter of King George VI and Queen Elizabeth
Her accession to the throne was in 1952
After her father's death
In 1953 she became Queen Elizabeth Ii