Dressy reindeer was given a marvelous outfit to wear.
To show off to the rest of the herd, most amazed and aware.
She was something special, a reindeer to admire and revere.
Many of the male reindeer admired her flirtatious rear.
Dressy reindeer was fashionable, dressing in Parisian clothes.
She never seemed to be common or had our regular woes.
I admired her from afar, and was never her confident or friend.
Intimidated by her for decades of years, until the end.
When I did finally meet her, we got along in a blazingly good way.
She would always ask me to linger a bit longer to have a nice stay.
I think of all those years where her beauty intimidated me.
Feeling guilty about generalizing her, I would stay a bit longer for tea.
Believe it or not her woes were the same as the rest of our woes.
She had lots of weird fetishes, she was afraid of humble plain clothes.
Her husband had been a rounder, finding other ladies pretty.
I stayed and admired her, her sense of humor was witty.
Categories:
blazingly, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Survival suits her
and for those
who pay attention,
who look closely,
it’s in the way she moves.
The way she talks.
The way she carries herself.
She has a flame
burning inside her
sparking a fire in you.
One that burns
a city to ashes,
along with all
the painful memories.
A flame
so bright and blazingly,
you always run the risk
of being burnt alive.
Survival suits her
and for those
who pay attention,
who look closely,
know, it was her only option.
Her only way to heal.
Her only way to make it through.
Survival suits her
and she wears it proudly.
Along with all her other scars.
Categories:
blazingly, mental illness, recovery from,
Form: I do not know?
"Contests. We don't need no stinking contests."
We..What's this "we" stuff,
You got a mouse in your pocket
Or is this a Mexican stand off?
Pff....Whatever! I'm a single player
Compeating against other mis-chief makers
I have no rules!
I'm a second rate gal
With a second rate termology
Go away boy scout
Your to much of a lamb
Contests are for dopes
Writing in the hopes
Of winning a killer diller deal
What's the deal anyways?
There's no money involved
The grand prize is recognizing the top dog
-Silent-
(Cough, cough)
Suck an egg poetic justice
You like to judge with a smile
I like to smile when I'm winning
There's no team in winning
Did I say winning again
I meant, there's an "I" in team
I am one team
Winner or loser
Losers gain a bum rap
Villians blazingly laugh
And winners......well winners are still Losers
We don't need no stinking contests
There's no publisher scouting us
08-14-18
Categories:
blazingly, evil, poetry, slam,
Form: Free verse
ARMY ANGELS
God provides on our prayerful request
His army Angels to guard and protect
They stand behind, in front-- go before
Clearing evil and danger – a spiritual war
Biblical references regularly testify and refer
How they appear in flames and blazingly defer
Approaching ahead- heeding their Masters call
Archangel thunder- trumpets call-enemies fall
One day in Heaven we will hear a massed choir
Army Angels worshiping--praising in white attire
Currently their duty remains to guard and protect
God regards us greater, above them-never forget
Categories:
blazingly, angel, christian,
Form: Rhyme
Look for the stars that shine blazingly in the dark night
Reminds us were small while they flicker from the highest height
Stardust is falling from the twilight
Covering us over while still burning bright
You can’t stop it with all of your might
Let it change you with its heavenly delight
It will steer you in life on the path of right
Become inspired by it so your dreams can take flight
Categories:
blazingly, inspirational
Form: Rhyme
Yes, with pride inside...every cowboy rides...
even the very first...
and every rider decides, what hide to ride...
knowing they may hit the dirt,
And that cowboy ain't crazy...
ridin' that buckin' horse..
and that rider does amaze me...
astride that ropin' horse...
And that cowboy is blazingly...
ridin that cuttin' horse...
No that jockey can't be lazy...
winnin' on a racin' horse...
And no cowboy can hide what's deep inside...
what's country right from birth...
and every rider alive...rides with pride...
even the very first....
Even a youngster finds pleasure...
rockin' on a rockin' horse...
and a youngster learns to treasure....
playin' cowboy...yes, of course....
Yes, with pride inside, every cowboy rides...
even the very first...
and every rider decides, what hide to ride...
knowing they may hit the dirt...
And no cowboy can hide, what's deep inside...
what's country right from birth...
yes, every rider alive, rides with pride....
for every moments worth....
Ya'll.....that cowboy ain't crazy...
just a little country on a horse.
Categories:
blazingly, childhood, pride,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
There upon the ugly carpet
There blazingly alive
There she plays with a tattered Barbie
A sweet little girl of five
Oblivious to her simple surroundings
Deaf to the sounds of the train
She dreams aloud for mommy to hear
The dreams of a child's brain
I'm gonna marry a king someday
I'm gonna be his queen
He's gonna say I'm pretty
The prettiest he's ever seen
He will love me oh so much
The world for me, he'd give
He will be so merry, mommy
The happiest man to live
And on our wedding day for me
He’ll give a beautiful present
Like stars in the sky he'll throw them
And become for me, a peasant
For I will heal his heart with love
A broken heart I'll mend
And just like that he'll throw it all
His money gone with the wind
Categories:
blazingly, childhood, daughter, hope, heart,
Form: Rhyme