Best Glamour Poems
When splendor shimmers hypnotized glance
O, glamour, how captivating is your stance,
Aesthetic, harmonious, brushstrokes of art,
Flaring embers of elation in enamored heart.
Opulence of your aura lights glorious flame
Showcasing gems, glittering ornate acclaim
Ravishing pulses-fervid of inflamed desire
From stunning demeanor of alluring attire.
You are a flirtation, an enchanting display,
An embroidery woven, motifs exotic relay,
On fabric of life, teasing impulses of mind;
Fascinations galore, masterminds designed.
Yet, I wonder, if your charm is real, is it all true,
Are you a diamond, through and through;
Be not spurious, be not dubious, divulge a clue,
Behind glittering façade is it genuine you?
Be not a counterfeit to unsuspecting sight,
O, glamor, dazzle not, sparkling false delight
For inner halo is brighter that a phony smile,
Be the authentic grandeur of affluent style.
In the city of gilded glamour,
slow motion is seen as an outsider;
a slip of tongue is as common as mocking grins!
They turn around and criticize,
cursing back with offensive slangs
at anyone without rush who hates to apologize!
It's in Times Square we actually met,
above digital lights spun our heads...
while our silly minds were ready to project
a hook-up suited for indulgent swingers!
I splashed the typical smile of a clown,
and waved at you attempting to flag down
a yellow cab to the Penthouse of my uptown hotel
with a breathtaking view of cruise ships about to sail!
You responded in a kind manner and said,
" Hey, handsome stranger what brings you here?
There are better places than this crowded square,
where each single road meets the One with the Green Crown;
all lustful sins are allowed for extreme fun:
to hire a lady on high heels cost a ton of money:
squander it all at once as wealthy guys do, don't be too stingy! "
In the city of gilded glamour
there are pleasures only the rich can afford;
can anyone dress as stylish as Henry Ford?
Earning that respect will turn you into a god!
In the city of gilded glamour
there's no place for a humble working man to make him shine;
he struggles from day to day to survive drinking only wine!
Las Vegas nights
Bright flashing lights
Guests arrive in droves
To visit gamble and let loose
Their private jets and stretch limos
Hollywood royalty on tour
Dressed for a neverending gala
The glamour and the pomp
Living it up at The Sahara
Exclusive parties in penthouse suites
Cocktail waitresses in skimpy outfits
Pouring lavish drinks as you desire
High on oxygen pumped through the air
A different era of glitz and glamour
Has less than everything really changed
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Getting all dolled up, even the plainest moth can become a butterfly.
Looks are made alluring when body, nails and hair
Are given glints of gorgeousness! One becomes candy for the eye!
More flash than inner substance, it’s all external flair.
Only inner beauty requires no assistance from a glam squad entourage.
Ultra-chic yet likely vain are those concerned all the time with fanfare.
Riches can buy glitz, but it’s merely a mirage.
A queen
Or not a queen;
The glamour of peahen
Which other bird of the forest
Can brag?
Garden isn’t robbed
Of its glory and luster
My breeze of vision
My thoughts, my dreams
A restorer of splendor
"A World Inside - Love's Glamour"
See the golden chord
it extends beyond,
resides inside your world
you remain connected
the true Love
never lets you go
somersault backwards
then forwards like a child
rolls down a lush green hill
towards
the next exit
tomorrow
blue sky above
a world inside, rosy
opens through soul’s eye
you're kicked like a
rolling stone eventually
from Hell then out through Bardo
light refracted
dilated tunnel
through amygdala chambers
a journey, there are battles
within heart marrow
lost is found by those past sorrow
barefoot in wet grass
smiling gently, heaven-like
a known angel pulling you in
towards
towards
towards ...
Love's glamour
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
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“On the Transmigration of Souls” / John Adams, lyrics, music composition
https://youtu.be/bwoasXzLdVY
John Adams/Composer
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Transmigration_of_Souls
On the Transmigration of Souls/
First performance:
September 19, 2002 Avery Fisher Hall
New York Choral Artists
Brooklyn Children’s Chorus
New York Philharmonic, Lorin Maazel, conductor
Sound design by Mark Grey
partial Lyrics.
https://www.antiwarsongs.org/canzone.php?lang=en&id=3843
Glamour, glamour, glamour!
Where does it come from?
What does it form?
At first I thought it comes from French.
But no! In Scottish is the wrench.
In old days it meant proper grammar,
Today it’s an eccentric drama,
It’s an alluring charm,
It intends to smarm.
They say: It’s a sophisticated life style,
No one cares if I give you a vile smile.
Wow! – I hear all around.
From Scottish comes this sound.
I finish my short story and…
Would like to give glory
To Celtic language and….
Close relative of Irish and Welsh.
I made an attempt some facts to refresh.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
By Mark D. Stucky
Glamour is a hollow, shiny shell,
a rapid, pretty paint job
on an insubstantial surface,
that alluringly promises much
but never satisfies the hunger.
True human beauty is internal,
from the depths of one’s core.
It starts in the heart and soul.
It slowly sprouts and spreads,
percolates and permeates
the exterior from within.
The best but bleakest beauty
grows from wisdom
wrestled and wrought
from woundedness.
Pain, a teacher of distinction,
comes to every one of us,
but only some students
embrace the lessons
and find meaning in affliction.
For perceptive learners,
crises cut and clear the clutter
from bloated, busy lives,
enabling the complex splendor
of sorrow and healing,
of tears and laughter,
of doubt and faith,
of truth and grace,
of peace and joy,
of love and compassion
to emerge from pruned spaces.
(First published in Small Town Anthology VII: Entries from the Seventh Annual Tournament of Writers, Vicksburg Cultural Arts Center, 2021, p. 93.)
I longed for the glamour while I watched the raindrops swell,
And fall from my cap, like tiny mountain climbers hanging on for their lives.
In the end they succumbed to exhaustion.
The gloom surrounded me, walking home from school.
Those dark, dank, evenings were my home.
I thought I was unhappy and I craved the glamour.
The glamour excluded the soggy fields, the dreary asphalt,
The murky sky and the road to slog.
The glamour excluded life.
The glamour excluded me.
I could only imagine, the coloured lights,
The shops, the exciting things,
Like Sunday cloths every day, and joy.
The gloom was everywhere.
The glamour was everywhere else.
I still look for the glamour.
Now amongst the exciting things,
And everywhere else.
Oddly, the gloom attracts me once more,
Those swelling raindrops it seems.
©dbyrne sept 2013
Amorous flow in fervent fervour
Glamorous glow showed by lovers.
Across the human spectrum
Fleeting thoughts pass through death's earlobe-
The nature of life, will it be faced
Freely at the closing of the Saints
How many live's has the Universe coursed?
As we make our way to evolution's tip
What will be the magic memory trip
Thinking back on routine days
Filing cabinets and mundane haze
Taxes paid, property rearranged
To display our worth for an hourglass
What thoughts will lurk
As the body's memory ceases to work
Knowing the sky brews on its axis
And human history spreads dramatic
What force will plunge through the darkest night?
How will letters crease the tongue
As gasping breaths are sought from lung
And youth's frozen tirade succumbs
To waking dreams, a trance-like state
What will we say to our progeny
Through the gloss as we fade
Into midnight's dull glamour
Upon the green pastures shadows quiver in golden light
Peeking through the swaying forest as sunny rays alight
Glistening rows of cherry blossoms into a majestic sight
Reflecting fiery blooms on water, rippling purple insight
Waterfalls awaken in mountains recasting wintry plight
Rekindling tributaries and rivers with bouncing delight
As animals roam grassy fields meandering expansive site
Rejoicing in the rhythm of cheerful birds singing in flight
Colors propagate far and wide, enthralling minds to ignite
Latent vibes yearning romantic write, clamoring to unite
Emerging with serenity of lotus flowers seeking a rewrite
Of memories barren fields left behind amid dreary blight
Colluding with pleasant winds, charming blue skies invite
Panoramic vistas to perform where evening shines bright
Setting the stage for glamour on horizon blazing twilight
As curtain opens to romance under a blissful starry night
May 25, 2018
Placed first in January 2019 contest by Brian Strand
Placed 2nd in Nature contest by Shadow Hamilton
Dusk, the end of day, harbinger of effervescent night
see how dusk slinks to night in shadowed rivulets
running, rivulets of blue black; see how it puddles
outlining the corpse of cypress, puddles faded and fated
for the fated depth of moonless dark fills with siren sounds.
The scratching sound of thorn on glass, the howl of wind
a whispering wind, shroud winding through the forests edge
calling toward the unkempt edge of garden bed
where bedded was the maudlin maid of ending day.
Day, a dusky wench who, yet again, glamours the light,
perfuming light the air with vapors which taunt,
taunt the dim and omnipresent night.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Wreath on the Flavor of Dusk
Date: 8/5/12
GLAMOROUS
Glamorous is not just how you feel
Glamour is really no big deal
Glamour is sometimes what you wear
Especially if you wear it with flair
Some people have it and some people don’t
Some people will and others just won’t
Celebrities seem to know what to do
They have glamour the whole day through
Celebrities always feel that way
Every night and every day
Normal people like you and me
can be a little more fancy-free
At the end of the day just be who you are
That is the very best thing by far.