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Premium Member Midnight Romance

We first met at the Obsidian Bar, 
on a night that I will never forget.
She’s dressed to the nines; like a movie star
in charcoal satin and sable georgette.

I catch the scent of ashes of roses,
as wisps of smoke drift from bright crimson lips.
Like a Vogue model, she sits and poses, 
a tall glass of absinthe she gently sips.

With cerulean eyes, which shine so bright, 
ivory skin like a porcelain doll.
She caught my eye; it is love at first sight
her captivating beauty does enthral.

She’s on her own, so I ask her to dance,
New Year bells ring, heralding our romance

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words to be used: obsidian, charcoal, sable, absinthe, cerulean, ashes of roses, porcelain, ivory, smoke, crimson

10-14-17

A Debutante's Ball To Remember

A Debutante’s Ball to Remember

In the autumn of my life, oft have I recalled that superb summer night,
when I finally experienced my long-awaited heart’s delight.
Family and close friends were all ready for my entry into society,
to celebrate it with a grand debutante’s ball filled with gaiety.

In a dreamlike state, I felt like a princess with a golden crown,
making my grand entrance wearing a champagne chiffon gown. 
With matching gloves, and a pair of satin shoes on my tiny feet, 
my auburn hair was adorned with butterflies and posies sweet.

The ballroom was magically transformed with gas lights all aglow,
and a glittering chandelier reflected on a highly polished mahogany floor. 
As the orchestra played, my body and soul were enraptured and consumed
by its rendition of Ravel’s enthralling “La Valse” which pervaded the room.

Elegant ladies were all dressed to the nines in exquisite pastel gowns
of winter white, baby blue, powder pink, pale peach and beautiful browns.
In tacit competition to out-best each other, social charms were well-honed,
as they daintily fanned themselves and gossiped animatedly in hushed tones.

Refined gentlemen in their finely-tailored tails navigated the room to mingle,
keeping an eye out for eligible heiresses beautiful, graceful, and single.
Wafts of mild masculine colognes came from discretely dabbed faces and hair;
while the fresh feminine floral scent of French perfumes permeated the air. 

Armed with a full dance card, I waltzed the night away with ardent admirers,
curtsying and coquettishly smiling, moving on to more exciting suitors.
My enchanting evening climaxed with Strauss’s “Vienna Waltz” filling the hall.
Oh, what a tale I will have to tell as my granddaughter prepares for her first ball!


11-21-2014

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Placement:  2nd

The Party

The host was the most, an elegant man,
Who throws great parties like no one else can.
All were dressed to the nines for a special affair,
While men peeked at bosoms and tried not to stare.

The gathering together of local folks,
Were sitting and telling some witty jokes;
While ladies who came dressed in the latest style,
Vied with each other for a gentleman’s smile.

Candles were lit, the music played low,
The table was set in perfection’s glow;
With goblets of wine and bone china plates,
That defined the mind with earnest debates.

The fragrance of food that smelled so fine,
Was delivered with bottles of sweet scented wine;
And great steaming bowls of chicken soup,
Were served in style with a sterling silver scoop.

Roast beef with gravy was served with care,
With mashed potatoes and all the fanfare.
There were squash, carrots and dishes of beans,
And bowls of crisp chopped salad greens.

There was wine to sip and coffee to drink,
There was so much to eat, no one could think;
There was cake to splurge and gin to purge,
And all who ate quickly lost the urge.

The hours ticked by with buttons undone,
That belied the gourmet from having fun;
 For lessons they learned were simple and few,
A waist filled with haste is hard to undo.


 






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Hands - Love Series 1

You cannot imagine how deeply miss’d
That gentle smile and your tender kiss
Are to my restless soul. But respite found
It’s way to my longing as a snippet
Dream Sprite kissed me with vision, vignette
Tantalizing and tempting.  We walked
Hand in hand, dressed to the nines. Unknown
Destination, but in your company,
Who cares? It was you! It was us! In love!
But, did our hands converse! Eloquently!
Warmth is the passion of two hearts longing
To be one. Heartbeat is the cadence Love
Needs to dance. Softness the plea, “Protect Me!”
Firmness, the Assurance, “I Will Be Here!”

Premium Member Real Christmas

The Real Christmas


From Black Friday to Christmas Eve,
presents to purchase and wrap. 
Office and family parties, visits to relatives
platters of food and gallons of alcohol.
Trees dressed to the nines in dangling baubles
and twinkling lights.
Continuous Christmas carols blaring from radios
and loud speakers.
Wreaths and decorations to adorn tables,
night stands, credenzas, book shelves.
Lights hung in strings so large that rows
of houses look like runways for planes.
Inflatable Santas, snowmen, reindeer and nutcrackers
compete for space in yards.
Nativities, pageants, plays special music
consume congregations.

Is this the real Christmas?
Or perhaps it is-
A silent night, two thousand years ago
in a dimly lit cave.

A babe wrapped in woolen clothes
lying in a sheep’s feeding trough.
Only shepherds and loving parents
in attendance.
An infant destined to change history.
The future savior of the world.

Babylon Candy

"Babylon Candy"


“My god you 
babble on”
he said.

the guy 
thought he was 
a giant, 

as far as writers go.

She chirped, 
“it’s all post humus 
humour, from here on in
you know”.

Code-named, 
“The Owl”,
she rolled her eyes

and hooted,

“You may as well play
with your marbles
before you lose them.”

“God only knows -
I Am.”
he replied,

“me, myself and I!
By the way,” he adds 
quite flippantly, 

“you think they could 
choose better music...
and what is it 

they’re putting 
in drinks these days? 
The Green Fairy?”

the response, 
“Yes, The Green Fairy,
I hear he’s somewhere, here.
Lethal agent that one, excels
at camouflage.” 

she elaborated further,
“The Lights don’t help.
You'd think they could 
turn them down.”

Meanwhile, 

back on the dance floor
of the U.a.U.
(Unicorns are Us)
Publisher’s Ball,

dressed to the 9’s
in 6 inch heels, 
a silent observer,
unrevealed 

sweet and sour Candy 
stood sucking 
on a high ball, 
some long island iced T

watching on bemused, 
waiting 
for The Owl’s 
next move…

in the bird’s 
pocket, not very 
well hidden, fully loaded
like a water diviner

perched 
the inevitable 
big gun 
seeking out 
The Resistance

burned, 
a slow rising story.

flashforward
Hypodiegesis 
Chekov’s gun -

"all guts"
the dossier read,

"and by God...
all glory."

Everything 
for the 
story.

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)


Lines

LINES

We LINE up in traffic, or clear out the door, 
And there are BEELINES we make, to the seashore.
Get mad and we're "DRAWING A LINE IN THE SAND," 
He USES A LINE when he asks for her hand.

You're in A LINE OF WORK, it's where you can shine:
LINEBACKERS, LINE EDITORS, and TECHIES ONLINE.
You're in the CHORUS of a big Broadway play, 
Or dancing in LINES with the CORPS DE BALLET.
  
I'll "DROP YOU A LINE," when you're on vacation, 
Get there by CRUISE LINE to your destination.
Fly on an AIRLINE, but you cannot fly straight,
In crossing a BORDERLINE, COASTLINE, or State.  

In HEADLINES, OUTLINES, or given the GUIDELINES,
We calculate "READING BETWEEN ALL THOSE LINES."
DEADLINES and TIMELINES we must try to meet,
In interviews for FRONTLINE of the man on the street. 

She is dressed to the nines, with the highest HEMLINE, 
And her jeans are drying on a breezy CLOTHESLINE.
The kids throw their sneakers to the TELEPHONE LINES, 
They're outside and swimming, their TAN LINES are signs.

CUT IN THE LINE, CROSS A LINE, this may give you trouble, 
Especially the LINES that are yellow and double. 
You don't want to FLATLINE, when you become very ill, 
But you will, when you see LINES from your itemized bill.

There are the Maths that are used for LINES X, Y, and Z,
And a BASELINE to measure what we're trying to see. 
We may draw PARALLEL LINES with our ruler in place, 
These LINES actually meet when they curve out in space.

Then there's games with LIFELINES, we try not to burn,
There's LINES FROM A SCRIPT that we try hard to learn.
LINES READ in poetry, played in music, sung in song,
It's the memorized beauty of the gifts passed along. 

Whatever THE LINE IS, that we find most adoring,
It's NOT keeping the order we find so abhorring.
We humans are LINEAR in most of our thinking, 
It's the CIRCLES and CURVES that'll drive us to drinking. 

By Edlynn Nau
© February 9, 2016
© Edlynn Nau  Create an image from this poem.

To My Love

To whisper these words on valentines 
I wrote this from my purest side 
To the lady whom dressed to the nines 

I did struggle to write these lines 
It would take me on a happy joyride 
To whisper these words on valentines 

I love to watch how the hair shines 
As the sun sends rays from outside   
To the lady whom dressed to the nines 

Pages are made from the fibers of Pines 
Quill weaves as my fingers guide 
To whisper these words on valentines 

Let me buy the richest wines 
Lit up some candles on the bedside 
To the lady whom dressed to the nines 

You are beautiful more than my poem defines 
My inner butterflies have been multiplied 
To whisper these words on valentines 
To the lady whom dressed to the nines

Let Me Go

In the midst of whatever has you bound up and under attack
The presence of God can break every chain for the Lord has your back
Be it mental, physical or psychological chains that are holding you down 
The presence of the Lord has the power to lift you up to higher ground
The liberating presence of the Lord God will deliver you and set you free
From whatever has you shackled and girded up like a Christmas turkey
Let me go, set me free, break every chain, free me from my situation
It's time for me to embrace the place of my transformation

Let me go, set me free, break every chain
Of whatever has me stricken, bent over and in pain
Let me go, release me, take away the shame
Let the Holy Spirit bring forth in me some change
It's not enough to just show up in church dressed to the nines
You need to participate in the worship and let God enter your mind
And don't play yourself by thinking the church is more than just a building
As it's the congregation who are the true source
In working, worshipping and witnessing for God
For He is the ultimate life force

Now let the power of worship in you transcend and transform
Let the power of praise in you redeem and reform
And it matters not what is your condition
Allow the Holy Spirit to reposition
And no longer will your condition rule
As you have been spiritually schooled
Now able to get past your circumstances and situations
By embracing the Resurrection power of God in your transformation

Let me go, let me go, free me from my misery
Break every chain Lord God, just set me free
No longer will I internalize or lament woe is me
For I've been transformed by the hand of God for the whole world to see

Premium Member The Dead Man Whom I Kissed

I am free as a bird
Ready to discover this wondrous world
I am dressed to the nines
Seeking a knight in shining armor

He will be handsome alright
Defending me from life’s lows and sorrows
I shall be his flower, ready to be plucked
Oh my petals shall lust for his kiss

The big city a delight, as I shop all night!
As I gaze upon the handsome men all over
I am hopeful one shall take my hand
So they we might begin a lovers journey

Night time jazz, clubs filled with hazy smoke
Man after man after drink and nothing of substance
What’s a pretty girl to do?
Another night of blackness and no shining black knight

So off I wander to the city park
The lush smell of green filling the air
There is a graveyard up over there
A promenade among the dead

There under the moonlit sky, is an old man
His hair all white, his dress somewhat wrinkled
He seems to star into nothingness
Ah but his eyes are clear blue like the ocean true

I am abashed yet I stare into these crystal blue eyes
Something stirs from within me, yes I see as clear as day
The kindness and compassion within this weathered old man
I lose my breath, this is foolish for I just know somehow, I know I know

I walk up to him, and kiss him on the lips as I should not
This is not me, yet I know this is exactly me, I just know
He looks with sadness, and says simply "I am a dead man, from long ago"
I kiss him once more and say “I will return three days hence and we shall see"

Three days later, like a statue he stands stoically still and almost in fear
I take his hand, and whisper, life is full of miracles
We have no time to lose, I see into your beauty and I see into your pain
Hold me and love me, I am yours completely, in the falling rain

Funky Monkey

Oooh FUNKY MONKEY on a John Deer
tractor in a pair of blue overalls
everybody that gets a load of you just
has to have their picture taken with you
Now you’re a movie star with agents on
speed dial chilling out by the pool in a
pair of shades that makes you look so
Hollywood Kool and everybody there
wants your autograph and their picture
taken with you...
Ahhh FUNKY MONKEY getting down 
on the dance floor, dressed to the 9's
drinking banana cocktails some blonde
said give me some sugar and a little
tongue but another said ***** I'll kick
your ass you need to your ass to the
back of the line, this kiss is mine...
Mmmm FUNKY MONKEY driving
a Porsche and a supermodel home
you go FUNKY MONKEY let me know
if you need any help well oh ok then
go on with your bad self...
lucky FUNKY MONKEY, lucky, 
lucky FUNKY MONKEY!
© Bo Lanier  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Date With Dracula

Carriage drawn by four black steeds
Zombie coachman no blood to bleed
He is employed by Dracula
Who calls him fondly Tarantula.

Tonight he's on deadly mission
His masters suffering malnutrition
With fangs that ache, desperate for blood
He's practised in art of courtly love.

Tarantula picked up Dracula's date
Dressed to the nines her fate awaits
Beautiful woman if only she knew
Vampires entice and then subdue.

Charming Count's enigmatic smile 
Teeth so white he does beguile
Taking her hand at table they sit
He really has most invasive wit.

Weaving his spell she quickly falls under
Satisfied Count made fatal blunder
He turned her into creature of night
She now bedevils him, wanting a bite.

Smoking

jewelry and make up
give us glamor
cigaretts and smoke
drink and laughter
how distinguished we look 
with ciggy in claws
blowing smoke into faces
waiting for applause
just for effect
you pucker and blow 
and the other half of the smoke
comes out your nose
who care where it goes
in the air or in your clothes
what you smell like 
you may never know
dressed to the nines 
and doing just fine
running out of cigarettes 
the last thing on your mind

(This is where you come in)

Premium Member Portmanteau

He exited the train carrying a luxurious
                               
                      portmanteau

Walking with a BODACIOUS strut
          
          exuding an air

which swept away the SMOG

Just CHILLAXING 'pon the bench

     she watched ___

             He approached the ticket master

letting SNARK sayings flow from his narcissitic persona

A lovely lady dressed to the hilt
        
                 sashayed

Across the cobbled train yard

Displaying an air of refined richness

                      Which adorned her every move

Rich in wordly goods and in social grace

He only had the appearance of riches
     
      Not a cent to his name

Definitely lacking in social graces, arrogance was his game

But could he do magic

       And TOMFOOLERY everyone

Across the cobbled train yard with his eyes on the prize

       He fell ASPRAWLING entangled in a slight crack in the neat cobblestones

Prostrate upon the cobblestone with verbage of a sailor flowing from his lips

The cheap imitation leather ripped from his 
                 
                          portmanteau

Here lies a man humbled by a fall

Finis'

Portmanteau has two meanings and the first is a suitcase..The second 
combinating two words
Tomfoolery--tom/fool--tom a common man and we all know what fool means
Asprawl--a/sprawl...self explanatory
Chillaxing--chill/relaxing
Smog--Smoke/fog
Snark--snide/remark
bodaciouos--bold/audacious..bold/ brazen
sashay not a portmanteau means to glide move..The dictionary said it would 
be unknown to most English speaking people..

Premium Member The Fashion Show

The Fashion Show

I took pattern making autumns ago
I measured and cut a bodice to sew 
A vintage cocktail dress trimmed with mojo
Louie Fifteen Courts would never forgo                                                                   
I’m dressed to the nines and nowhere to go
Aha, of course, there’s a chic fashion show 
It’s a full house, the theme: “Haute Escato” 
Awed by the finale I yell bravo! 
Home watching YouTube, with chips and merlot
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

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