Line of inquiry:
The dream seems real since we don a form,
borrowed from elements of that domain,
but if we simply chose not to conform,
we wake up when desires to rest are lain.
Unseeking Seeker
Caught in your white web of lies like black flies
Each dream a bubble bursting destroying lives
He said “I do” to more than one blushing bride
In more than one state or country claiming wives
Was watching TV when the glass ceiling broke
Illusion of solidity was a phantom a green ghost
Pictures of the women the children they tote
Your house of cards falling down a jaded joke
Fool me once silver shame on you
You made many fools saying “I do”
Frozen Blossom
Cold lips, sun-kissed.
Rose-crimson comes to life,
unfolding bliss,
opening aperture -
hear the rapture.
The tint of snow, bright-red.
Frozen sunset
in ev-e-ry petal.
She shivers, with delight,
anticipates
animated brushstrokes
fondling velvet.
Revival, early Spring -
sings angel wings,
tinged with silver detox.
As she breathes out,
she warms inner stamen,
awakening
potent place in Eden.
Frozen blossom,
fragile in dormant state -
latent shatter,
but she is beautiful,
and capable
of weathering the snow.
A blushing bride
with wedding veil, of white,
in April’s hold.
Espoused daren’t let her
out of his sight.
spring was magnificent with budding cherry blossoms wrapping branches of
my trees. summer had an exquisite grand entrance. my garden
celebrated with dahlias, chrysanthemums, and ever gorgeous sunflowers
with brimming joy flowers frolicked and whispered to each other!
autumn of my life tiptoed, blushing bride under a veil.
trees are still bursting with gorgeous colours of whirling, twirling
swirling fall leaves, but the lustrous flowers no longer smile!
I am not afraid of the creeping old man winter.
my memory is fading, my body is aching, but I
get captivated by silvery rooftops laced with ribbons of snow.
.
enjoy autumn days watching playful pristine clouds glide by,
after witnessing many springs, many summers, grey days
can be daunting, but can not defeat my desire,
my spirit, my pace. my walk may get slow, my eyes tired,
I continue my journey with same vigour,
with same passions I nurtured at the onset of spring.
my limbs are sore and aching, my spirit stays strong.
beauty of the fleeting seasons charms my soul. I feel
fervently with all my senses, I paint the whimsical seasons,
I write the ebullient tale of a fascinating life..
in gossamer veil,
sun seen as a blushing bride~
her cheeks turned crimson
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in church
watching the chocolate eyes
of the beautiful
but not proverbial blushing bride
I am chilled by this childish union
choking on
bitterness and broken inside
the blushing bride of summer sunset
dances daintily with the wistful wind
forgetting sorrow brought by bitter winter
drying tears tossed by those who sinned
Her party is captured with camera zing.
For pic shows in center, is bride’s offspring.
His Mama is stern.
“Stay virgin. Do learn!”
How lovely the wedding as bells do ring.
When a whore house was fun
I sat down to write about flowers, those often
called weeds and grows on untended pavements
but another thought got in the way as I recalled
that flowers in a whore house are usually plastic
except for a chrysanthemum on
a painting on a wall of an artistic whore
I have had much fun in houses of ill-repute
it is not only sex but also laughter and dance
The girls liked young sailors and the possibility
of a steady relationship.
It did happen to a sailor coming home from Brazil
with a blushing bride, no need to tell how
they had met
Time has changed, women are victims of men's
sexual demands and places where many victims
operate from have been closed down
Just as well, women in this trade are sex workers
and if not treated rightly, can take a customer
to court, or try a little blackmail
Whoring was more moral before you paid and
had a laughter, not hard-headed business
as the line of work has become
JILTED
He stood there at the altar,
The best man by his side,
Awaiting the arrival
Of his beautiful, blushing bride.
The vicar was getting anxious:
They should have started at four.
The organist extemporised,
Until she appeared at the door.
An usher kept a lookout
For the bridal limousine
But came back in and told them
It was nowhere to be seen
At five o’clock they gave up
And everyone filed from the church,
Leaving the groom to ponder
Why he’d been left in the lurch.
But she hadn’t meant to jilt him,
He found, after making some calls.
For he had been at St. Andrew’s
And she had gone to St’ Paul’s
On this day of love and joy,
Two hearts become one, oh boy!
A union of two souls so pure,
A bond that will forever endure.
The groom awaits his blushing bride,
With love and admiration in his eyes,
She walks down the aisle with grace,
A smile on her face that lights up the place.
In the presence of family and friends,
Their love story reaches its happy end,
A promise to cherish, love, and hold,
For better or worse, in sickness and gold.
As they exchange their vows of love,
A peacefulness descends from above,
A union blessed by heavens' hand,
Sealed with a kiss and wedding band.
With love and laughter, they celebrate,
The start of a beautiful, joyful fate,
A life of love, trust, and togetherness,
May their love grow stronger with every caress.
May this day be the beginning of a beautiful life,
A love that transcends every trouble and strife,
A journey of endless joy, adventure, and fun,
A love that shines as bright as the sun.
the golden fish couple eloped near the sea
finding the singing snail, they told him with glee
could you accompany us for our big day?
I’ll do better than that said the priest snail, Gray.
I will sing all the songs, and I will perform the wedding too.
Are others invited or will it just be you two?
We are having a small ceremony, said the blushing bride.
Her husband to be took her arm, and stood by her side.
But who will give you away? Gray Snail Priest said.
It can’t be my parents, she replied. They are both dead.
I will ask my wife, snail priest told them. Here she comes now.
Their wedding on the beach was an absolute wow!
amazing grace ~ apricot sunblaze
blushing bride ~ breath of life
crimson shower ~ coral dawn
darling flame ~ dreaming spires
English red ~ elegance
fond memories ~ faithful
gentle touch ~ golden wings
hand in hand ~ humanity
inner glow ~ innocence
Jack's wish ~ Jenny's dream
Ken's rambler ~ Kalmar Castle
lilac charm ~ lionheart
masquerade ~ missing you
nostalgia ~ Neverland
obelisque ~ opulence
pearl drift ~ pure magic
Quaker star ~ Queen Esther
redemption ~ river run
safe haven ~ special friend
tender love ~ terracotta
unity ~ urban streetlight poetry
vanilla sky ~ velours parfume
wonderer ~ welcome home
xenia ~ xerius
yellow floorshow ~ yesteryear
ziggy stardust ~ zephyr's rose
(each word/phrase is a rose name)
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autumn tiptoes in
a veil of stunning colours ~
coy blushing bride beams
tiny birds chirping
squirrels spurting from nowhere ~
clouds floating sailboats
sky displays palette
of paints gathered from rainbow ~
leaves wither and fall
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Wedding wines - rather champagne shines
and bubbly breakout of blushing bride.
Groom with giant heart, gracious, grateful - grips
her hand with his handsome wholeness. Helps
his lovely lady into limousine, longing for her lips.
Laps leaping, longing, leaving the crowd’s “so long!”
Cans chiming cheers. Crowd chuckles at car’s rear.
“Honeymoon here we come!” Coreen casts a shameless
glance at Glen. His green anticipation, Gable-debonair.
Goosebumps and gorgeous view - grand peaks
of her bosom buddies, brimming with lace and brouhaha.
His eyes - riveting, reveling, robust, ruddy and willing.
~
Throbbing thirst, thistles ‘neath terrycloth, while he waits.
Anticipation hurts - artfully, agonizingly. Her appearance
in nascent negligée, nearly naughty, nearly a no-no,
but not, for they’ve tied the knot and into a knot they go.
Get’m tiger! Tongues tangoed, trip to Timbuktu, tipsy
and top-see and no toodaloo - a forever frou-frou.
Silk surrender, sliding, suspend her, satisfaction in space.
Stirring, sipping, inhabiting each other, sensational and sweet.
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The pale faced young damsel
By evening turned into a blushing bride
Her cheeks made red with rouge
And her lips glossed in cherry red
But the makeup artist, before
Seeing the magic of his deft touch
By some sudden mental derailment
In a bid at self immolation,
Set fire to himself
Badly burned by the inferno
He plunged into the waters below
One more attempt at suicide?
Or a frantic attempt to save himself,
From an act, he impulsively rushed into?
Yet another question remains
‘Can flames turn him to ashes?’
Or water, drown his resilience?
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