Best Glitz Poems
The whittled worries and fears shred my nerves like ants on glass, sparkling red. I notice and bow to the glitterati in their fine silks and cuts of cloth because they pay my wages; they care little for the red-cheeked fellow in the silly hat, whose spring step is more right-right than left-right. I’ve become the cheesy blue veined odour curdling on the edge of the plate, readying the silver bone china scrape.
I don't belong at this party with my ill-fitting garb and my eyes mercilessly seduced by the bejeweled beauties beset with jouncy bouquets, spilling colours fountain-like, their exuberant price tags hanging down unembarrassed, soliciting the eye to not deny the wealth. The verdant green will see two-stepping tonight, to the tunes in my head. I am the entertainment, yet feel like the booby prize no one sees. Must I sing for my supper in my red striped specially selected boating hat, or should I croon like the scolded cat serenading the moon.
That's when I saw her slinking and jingling, a charade slipping its mooring, her face dreamy, floating on a tide of lilacs and honeysuckles, and like a brazen queen-worthy vessel, she parted the waves to meet me on the floor closely followed by a scrum of sweaty-faced boys that up-anchored and waddled in her wake. I sang a croon for her ears alone, to imagine dancing with me under the crescent of the moon, in our garden filled with cents and honey and songs to set the traps with money - but all that this did achieve, was nothing but the wish to be elsewhere, somewhere a little less funny.
An invitation arrives to my first dance
I'm hoping for some sweet romance
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
Hope I find some creative flair
Top hat and tails and lots of glam
If I don’t find a dress it will be a sham
Off to the thrift shop I must go
For a few dollars I can be the star of the show
I pick up a stylish pink feather boa
Like the posh ladies wear from Genoa
A designer dress for a couple of bucks
Hope the guys come here for there’s a lovely tux
A pair of high heels and my outfit is complete
Those society ladies simply cannot compete
I will simply be the belle of the ball
For my outfit will look the best of them all
When I arrive at the dance I simply steal the show -
That night I go home with a handsome new beau!
Contest:-) Putttin on the Ritz
Sponsor Judy Konos
10th August 2015
Jan Allison
In the world of glitz and glam
Allured she was to it's shine
Seeing dollar signs and adventure
To become a different kind
She knew the door she was going through
For in media spread it tells
To ignore it's hidden obstacles
And it's abyss of darkened hells
The photographers leer surely professional
Capturing an innocent in her pose
Cogs turning in his background
As his willingness in him grows
A click, the shutter, then charm
As he instructs her every move
Closer he becomes to the intended
His needle to be in her groove
As she lies there spent and used
Like so many in past years before
Distraught, fading dollar signs
Saying goodbye from the glitz glam floor
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Star Glitz
Stardust
Gently settles
Night blooming rose sparkles
Glitter spirals from twinkle toes
Star glitz
4/14/23
Contest:Traditional Cinquain
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
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Self-expression is dependent upon personality
We can only really be who we are deep inside,
Some folks by their nature defy conventionality.
There are folks who can set inner nature aside
And, with strong determination, choose to be
Whatever they want to be with enormous pride.
I am thinking, specifically, of people in comedy
Who are hurting deep inside, but never show it;
Perhaps, never realizing it, do not seek a remedy.
We can all think of sad, sad cases this shoe fits,
It always behooves us to look below the surface
What’s going on beneath all the glamor and glitz?
I suspect this may lead to some who will deface
Others merely wear jeans instead of fancy lace.
Written July 29, 2022
Which key should I put this song in?
I sing in G Ionian/major comfortably,
Likewise the relative E Aeolian/minor scale.
Plus those guitar chords are easy as sin.
I could choose a scale that’s more exotic -
D Mixolydian has the same notes and chords.
Hungarian or Roumanian minor, Spanish Gypsy.
Or another scale derived from minor harmonic.
Keep it simple – let’s start with the G Major scale.
Should I do a basic 1-4-5 with major G/C/D chords?
Or a jazzy 2-5-1 with A minor/D/G ending on the tonic?
Let’s do a bluesy 1-4-5 with a turn-around at the tail!
Just major and minor triad chords are boring.
Major, minor, and dominant sevenths can be cool;
But I’m rather partial to suspended seconds and fourths.
My sliding E diminished flat 7th will keep the fans from snoring!
What can I do to add even more pizzazz and glitz?
Slowly build the dynamic and rhythmic complexity.
Give the crowd a tribal chorus they can sing to.
Add a spanking hot hook throughout that never quits!
A winter wonderland in all of it's glory,
a peace within it holds it's own story.
Birds are singing gracefully frolicking in their nest,
while creatures of the woods awaken from a long nights rest.
Crystalized trees from an icestorm from before,
the scene is like stepping through a most magical door.
The sun is shining through aluminating the trees,
like transparent glass putting my soul at ease.
On this cold brisk morning I breath in the fresh air,
surrounded by beauty like fine china so rare.
The trees were glazed so elegant and sheek,
a kiss from mother nature had just grazed my cheek.
The snow was white like the wings of a dove,
painted through God's eyes in Heaven above.
Soaking up the moment of this wintery bliss,
when springtime is born I will surely miss.
If you had a little glitz
You and I could do the splits,
In front of the Hotel Ritz
Did you just call me a ditz?
Come here and put up your mitts.
Do not care if Mom has fits.
Come and show me all your grits.
I will fight you with my wits.
Oh no, do not blame your blitz.
Up to you to do the splits.
Unless you want lots of hits
Meet me at the Hotel Ritz.
Cut me up in little bits?
Witnesses will laugh with spits.
Did you just call me a ditz?
Come here and put up your mitts.
Come on grandma, use your wits.
Kidding truly little ditz.
Cannot make Mom have such fits
And there is no Hotel Ritz
"Trump has learned that he likes to kibitz,
About all of his glory along with great glitz
Even found complete chaos and disorder
Each time he went across the border."
James Philosopher Discographer Horn
PS. How much off must you lop
When this one you want to top.
Written: August 10, 2023
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In the late summer's embrace, I find solace.
Bathing in the sun's warmth—nature's grace
The world apricates, as I do in kind,
A symbiotic peace, an eternal bind
Two silhouettes tested harsh jazz,
Waltzing in the field, casting a dazzling razzmatazz
In a corner stood, in an early red, earthy storm,
Whipping clouds, fluffy beds, curlicued form
A street lamp hung from the sky above,
Guiding lost souls with a gentle love
Often, in destruction, insight is found.
Into nature's secrets—profound
Observation becomes my daily quest.
Untangling nature's labels leads to a lovely conquest.
A thunderclap in a cloudless sky of blue
Clouds gather for thunder; it's surprising but true.
It also means—lightning can strike.
In broad daylight, out of view,
Whispers of late summer, a hidden clue
Nature's mysteries unfolded with my hike.
Revealing the awe-inspiring beauty that lies
In the symphony of the elements, I stand,
A witness to nature's mighty hand
As late-summer whispers surprise.
The secrets it conceals have me spellbound.
The sun's warmth embraces a soul that is found
Nature, my friend, dances by my side.
Together, we find solace in the late summer's stride.
In the harmony of life, we become one.
Immersed in the beauty that can never be undone.
Whispers of late summer guide the way.
Revealing the wonders of each raw day.
And as I wander through this enchanting land,
I realize that nature's touch is truly grand.
So let the whispers of late summer be heard.
As they carry the secrets of this wondrous world.
Disrupted rough sea ripples shuffle
audience anticipation
Shift in seats, hammered hearts
Pummel, fluffy microphone muffle
confines communication
To thespian garish starring parts
Leading lady stands on X central
scintillating stiff corset
Holds ocean of faces transfixed
Hushed haze of amazed attention
long leg stride endorses
Cancan colourful ruffled kicks
Glitter adds amps to eyes squinted
focus on filmed direction
Glow in spotlight, skin peach orange
Sets character afloat, limelight lifted
dusk dim purple perfection
Transmits her story beyond onstage
Pivot pelvis razzle reactive samba
fast feet choreograph flawless
Flashy features outshine backdrops
For her love, Leading man clamours
resounding auditorium applause
Ensures her ego never lacks props
13th June
Theatrical Resume
On the curtain
Add glorious room glitz
Maybe earthly glimpse of heaven
Beautiful, magnificent opulence,
Bringing much glamour to my guests
Tiny glittering orbs
Flashy sequins
Sparkles
How lovely the long dress,
expressive next to the suits.
I’m not a prude, but
I believe the news-crew
should properly be dressed.
Why should I be looking
at the ladies legs; the men
aren’t dangling theirs
by wearing shorts.
Be proper, pretty, handsome,
but build up
the story; don’t glitz
the politics.
What’s happened to decorum?
What’s happened, Miss Manners?
For some of the shows its okay,
but only if men are likewise arrayed.
Just my opinion.
6/28/2023
The whiteness is blue, and wet, and fluffy to the eye,
Even when it is not.
It brings hot sweet cocoa and warm mittens into the memory,
Twinkling with glitz, glamour, and frost,
Icicle magic, dazzling your eyes.
The air so cold, it brings tears to your face,
The whiteness is blue, faerie-magic-like, not here every day.
Snow falls daintily at first, then she picks up speed,
as there is no stopping her.
She glistens as she waits for you to test her
snow-ball-ability.
Is she wet enough to roll? She brings out childhood memories
faster than most. You remember chasing your cousins, making
snow angels, snow forts, and snow men.
As far as your eye can see, the land is magic, blanketed now,
with a glamour you can only get with snow and frost.
A reverence she commands, you feel instantly,
not felt during any other season.
The glitz, the glamour, the frost, rhinestone twinkles on a
sea of white, dazzling your eyes out.
Mirth-filled, children converse boisterously
Presenting their future jobs jovially
As the best and greatest, well-said pridefully
Midst innocence, sans ignorance of witty perspective cheerfully.
Child A: I’ll be an actor with varied roles distinctly
Ruling as president, then reigning as king honourably
And I can just command here and there constantly
Then if tired, I’ll call for my “double” instantly!
Child B: Aside from doing good works tirelessly
I’ll be a minister, very kind to everybody
How nice it would be to hear Grandmas sweetly
Call me “Father,” though I’m so young obviously!
Child C: A pilot I will be courageously
Soaring beyond the clouds gleefully
Greeting eagles ecstatically
While people look up above, waiting for my landing excitedly!
Child D: I’ll be a barber with finest style awesomely
Instructing officers, even the king to bow down carefully
For their hair to be cropped handsomely
And become good looking winsomely.
Child E: Well, I’ll be your teacher who smiles triumphantly
Inspiring you to reach your aims diligently
Commending you for your noble jobs victoriously
Thanking God... you humbly shared you contributions jubilantly.
*Ephesians 5:20 - Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
July 24, 2023
Honorable Mention, "Humorous poems # 2 contest"
Sponsored by Jay Narain; judged on 7/25/2023; and additional lines were added after it was judged.