Best Powdered Poems
There is nothing so peaceful,
like watching nature covered in a new sheet of snow
The pleasures of life in our frosty wonderland
Fluffy snow and ice,
will get your heart pumping
of adventurous experience
My horse is powerful, muscular, beautiful and graceful
Ride through snowy forests,
over peaceful hills to beautiful mountain views
A horse has its own will, quick - but also patient
Lovely glimpse of a fresh carpet with snow powder
Find yourself laughing in the sharp air,
after dashing through the snow
Together we celebrate today's traveled miles,
with amazing memories
22.01.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Powdered Sugar Daydreams
Time becomes invisible, ceasing to matter
as this place in all its magic and wonder
blooms upon the gardens of our imagination,
playing like birds on a sky of opal blue, wandering streets of old
Where rising suns on aqua horizons shift,
singing of a new day which is happily part of the prior,
extending beyond any view offered along this rocky shoreline,
as we stroll by delta desires and riverboat reveries
Brick paved streets, uneven but smoothly polished greet us,
a sidewalk table, warm cuppa, green on white awnings,
sweet treats beneath Café Du Monde shadows and tender kisses
within the eyes of all passing, and we without a care
Music fills the square in harmony with our heart beats,
a three piece jazz ensemble plays melodic romance
while your hand, your fingers, tightly hold mine
and I feel your pulse tap out the rhythm of our day
We dance upon wrought iron balconies
above French Quarter bead laced branches,
glistening in purples and greens
of past parades and tomorrow rendezvous’
While jasmine covered arbors bound by geranium breezes
invite us to be one, our love springs forth
in cool waters from passion’s fountain and we find
ourselves lost in powdered sugar daydreams again
(inspired by ‘Dusty Rose Dreaming’ by poet vb)
We’re powdered city girls heading into a club,
bright orchids entering the hothouse
spreading fun with noblesse oblige,
qua somethings suited for silver screens.
Our attention’s as uncertain as the stock market.
Experts at mixing trickery and disguise,
we’re but vague summations of nature,
as we sparkling preen, like excited atoms.
Rouged and kohled to unnatural colors,
dressed in silk-whispers to tease and entice,
in neon-light, broken by par-cans, scanners
and champagne flutes, we’re superhero-like immune
to societal judgment and aghast rebuke.
In our few, fleeting nights of youth
let our voices chorus in laughter
What’s it to you? Tell the truth.
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Songs for this piece:
Baby You’re a Superstar by NuDisco
Love Land by the Blenders
Nostalgie Du Voyage by Nightflight
"Powdered Sugar Scenario"
diamond snowflakes
embrace tree tresses
sunbathing
powdered sugar scenario
frosty magic wonderland
*Season: Winter.
*For Joann Grisetti's Gogyoka Contest.
*Oct. 20, 2012.
Powdered Sugar Mountain Fair
Ephemeral fair,
Hundreds of funnel cakes made;
Fluid team work day.
On a muddy moonless avenue
his drooped silhouette tugs
while the hollow niche of despair growls--
permeating a former soldier's anthem.
All dawn moaning, all night lamenting
with lost faith buried under clay--
robed in a cloth of delirium from a warfare furious,
blistered hands marking a smoked-alloyed existence.
Quarreling with ghosts, his eyes quiver
as black powder of bullets explodes
unto pools of flushed hallucinations...
unresolved wounds leading him into oblivion.
For Anthony Slausen: Black Powder Contest
11/13/2018
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powdered sugar
sweet crystals descend from sky
happiness on earth.
(January 28, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Somewhere in Maida Vale
A penthouse trendy flat
Somehow I’ve wound up here
Getting daggers from the cat
My wraps still in my pocket
I dare not take it out
I’ll just sit here all paranoid
And kill myself with snout
Actors, models, Djs
They’re all mooching around
Kissing on both cheeks
A cab home’s twenty pound
Just can’t seem to blend in
The conversation’s weird
White people with dreadlocks
And silly goatee beards
Once again the gear
Is in the driving seat
It’s took me out all night
I won’t admit defeat
She’s beautiful the dark haired girl
She don’t fit in like me
If only my jaw’d stop rotating
I’d ask her home with me
Better check on my mate Charlie
He’s waiting in the loo
After this I’m going home
Two fat lines, one, two
That’s better, that’s the stuff
Now I’m blending in
I’ve gotta kick that f 'ing cat
No beer left, only gin
Shall I make a phone call
Shall I get more gear
This lot will give me sixty quids
Coke in Maida Vale is dear
The dark haired tart
She’s bang on me
She smiles from ear to ear
Oh she’s coming towards me
D’you know who’s got any gear ?
Powdered Blue Eyes
by Cate Rock
Cherry red lips
And a ice cold stair to match it.
A nice warm kiss to help detach it.
And an even colder white/blonde hair.
Framing her perfect cool face.
Out lined in lace,
Her wall so dignified and full of grace.
A blood tasting kiss
Is what she leaves.
Leaves it on collars necks
even on sleeves.
Dressed up for the ball,
Drenched in perfume,
All in all, the perfect bell
So perfect yet so raw.
Dancing with lords,
Dining on past leaders.
Drenched in sin
Yet from the best breeders.
Eyes and lids in a powdered blue.
Dressed in diamonds from head to shoe.
Dining with the rich
Spoiled my them
more and more
Behind closed doors,
Engaged to money,
Boiled in lack of chores.
Only the finest Powdered blue eyes.
Only for her no others meet these unreachable sky's.
Submission date : 2009-07-06
Powdered Sugar Mountain Fair
Ephemeral fair,
Hundreds of funnel cakes made;
Fluid team work day.
THE POWDERED WIG OF JOYCE JOHNSON
A wonderfully powdered wig,
like esoteric snow, fashioned
with an avalanche of wisdom,
for children and grands, too big.
The inscription on blessed face,
with so many poetically divine
words, wrinkled with fine lines,
aged flame of auburn’s embrace.
This hundred year so and so,
with so much artistic love, thrives,
through seasons of buttered life,
spreading beatific banquet for show.
Lord, you see the invisible one who
will one day meet your visible son.
Let ladies and gents court her words.
Let glorious fruit of Joyce’s voice accrue.
4/12/2018
Happy 100th Birthday!
Relates to poem by Joyce Johnson: I Feel Invisible
a white-powdered landscape
sunbeams illuminate
nothing
I would want her say
that she's happy
I would want her to say
that she's pleased
I would want her to say
that she's clearheaded
I would want her to say
she loves spending
time with me
We're looking to
loving and being
we're looking to
our first new
tomorrow
it's not hard to say
something you need
to hear
it's not hard to say
I love you
powdered blue flowers I wish I knew your name
You speak to my heart
soothing it
where you hail from I can only conjecture
you have captured my imagination
making her dance
aromatic and simple, with your yellow center
you have spoiled me from seeing other flowers
I may never recover
He awoke to a powdered donut skyline
Silent trees draped in gossamer veils
Danced in a shimmering rhythm
A cold sun slid across the horizon
Sunrise a mere reflection of itself
Teased the hoar frost curls of idle winds
His coffee cooled in still consternation
As he was consumed by a powdered donut skyline