I am playing with mommy’s make up
While she’s tired and putting her feet up
I’m supposed to be having rest too
But face painting’s a fun thing to do.
Mommy placed the curlers in my hair
She tells me it gives me added flair
So I’m painting my face, as mom does
Hoping it makes her happy heart buzz.
My hair will become curly whirly
And my face decidedly girly
With my lips covered in red lipstick
Blusher on my cheeks, and green eyelids.
Mommy is bound to have a surprise
When she wakes up and opens her eyes
I'm sure she'll say that I look charming
Don't know what she means by self harming.
Categories:
blusher, beauty, childhood,
Form: Rhyme
She wakes, bare as morning light,
A face unframed, soft in sight.
Mascara lifts, lashes rise,
Eyeliner sharpens her guarded eyes.
Blusher blooms, cheeks come alive,
Contours shape what can’t survive.
Lip gloss glistens, a coy disguise
Her beauty speaks, but never lies.
By night, the mask dissolves away,
Each streak of cleanser blurs the day.
The mirror holds her rawest view
Which face is hers? Which one is true?
Categories:
blusher, appreciation, beautiful, encouraging,
Form: Blank verse
Upon my brush I take bright pink paint, then rub it softly upon my canvas. This starts my highlights, for my pretty sky. I want to match the canvas, I take a bright pink blusher. Then softly, I blush my cheeks. Paint is paint, whether on canvas or skin.
Date Written: 5/22/2022
Categories:
blusher, beauty, body, fun, sky,
Form: Free verse
All night, wind ragged as rain blew.
And the moon is seen as a squire view.
To be a mentor to the cutting wind.
In the sky, a single moon might askew.
Oh, hurry to the lake in the wild.
Both the lady and the bird sighed.
If only we'd ever loved each other!
If all they've done is look in mind.
Utterance cracks as we become older.
A lighted match's rosy cheeks, blusher.
A sun storm raged underneath the ground. ?
I clean our crystal skulls with a safe utter.
I ramble with most of yesterday's wound.
Along the ragged edges of a river round.
Among the hopes that will never realize
It was only me, my last day, and my hound.
But yet, doesn't all life exist to demise?
Can't the sun have some night bronze?
Isn't it all promise that flickers so dimly?
When faced with the stout dawn rise?
It's likely that the odds aren't so dreary.
But some, we will have to fight certainly.
Surrounded by the lowland meadow.
So I dare to daydream to attain victory.
Written: October 5, 2021
''R'' Contest, New Or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France.
Categories:
blusher, analogy, bereavement, community, confusion,
Form: Rubaiyat
When I was only seven and happy we moved
leaving my very best friend Spot behind
leaving a family member
I cried for many weeks
I missed my best friend Spot more each and everyday
broken and devastated at seven.
Spot waits with holy angels for me in heaven
all day long we loved to run, sing and play
we miss playing ball at the creeks
Spot, I will remember
this move was very cruel, unfair and unkind
why was my very best friend Spot removed.
Even at seven I would have never approved
today-there are days I could lose my mind
your birthday was in September
loved blusher on your cheeks
a child at seven I thought you would always stay
I stopped crying at the age eleven.
Date written:12/27/2020
4 Place A Little Memory Invented Form Poetry Contest
Contest Judged: 1/16/2021
Sponsored by:Constance La France
Categories:
blusher, child, cry, dog, family,
Form: Rhyme
( Nb- I can assure the reader that this is in no way autobiographical- absolutely impossible)
Excuse me, madam, you're too fat
and Lady, you're too thin.
Your hair's not blonde cascading curls
you've dull and spotty skin.
An hourglass figure is out of reach
for somebody like you
you look like you are pregnant and
your butt needs toning, too.
Foundation and some blusher could
improve you, for a start
then work on your eyeliner, though
you'll find that's quite an art.
Try these techniques, be careful though,
you won't know when to stop
then one day you will look like me-
product of Photoshop.
Categories:
blusher, beauty,
Form: Light Verse