An elegant lady in high heels walking.
I caught her up, she was softly singing Elvis.
She looked at me, stopped singing,
And asked, "Are you lonesome"?
OMG, it was Priscilla, a quick thought I had,
Why didn't she add 'tonight'?
I felt myself floating, then I saw her gloating.
Next thing I knew was my mom asking,
"How did you get that lump on your head"?
Oh, how I wanted to say, "Priscilla,
an elegant lady kicked me out of my bed",
but pride got the better, I said. blushingly,
"I bumped into the bathroom door",
I mean, what else could an injured man say?
05/06/2018
She Walks Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Julia Ward
Recently you descried that
the hands of mine were
full of crimson scars,
like the beads of a rosary.
”What are these wounds
on your palm?” you asked.
”Were they caused by
the elisabethian roses of your garden?”
I said nothing, just smiled blushingly,
but then later, while you fell asleep,
I leaned closely and whispered
my secret in your ears:
„In fact, all of these are
stigmatas of our love.
But possessing them makes me happy;
I wear them proudly.”
Winter’s snowy mantel is quietly disappearing
Slowly he abdicates his reign until next year
This year’s queen is putting on her freshest dress
Every day its tender colors blushingly appear …
The heart of every hungry poet gladdens now
The joy of renewal must now be put to pen
What was a dream becoming reality once again
And words flow from that hidden place within…..
Frantically we write of fields of yellow daffodils
The lamb’s bleat, the new bud upon the branch
Emotions twist and turn about in springtime breezes
And happily we explore the flavors of this year’s romance…
3/16/16
Madame Scarecrow
First hair spa and salon returned complexion
I sat cross legged before my boss blushingly
Fingers quickly transcripting notes
While eyeing him coyly
With fashionista smudged moony eyes
Thought I was no less than the ultimate
Egyptian Queen Cleopatra
In the sultry heat the fan at high speed
Aired my valuable gel sprayed hair
The naughty little heart a-fluttering
Sang romantic lyrics of the dear sixties
Dictation over and my skeletony legs
Catwalked out of my Tom Cruise's office only
To be called back- an overwhelming retreat
Ego overflowing in every stray nerve
Porcupine gelled straws not in my office,
Please Madame Scarecrow?
September 17, 2015
Contest: My Most Embarrassing Moment
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
I blushingly try to tune properly myself
for the mistake I do from any corners
The savior inner consciousness protects me
to save from unknown politics of non physical politicians
flow synonymously through the streams of deemed true thoughts
God the sailor sails the boat of my soul
He bless all the time in all the nice ways
Sometimes I fail before their strength
because of own earned innocence
then I try to fly away from them with all earned strength
But they all color with their stronger strength differently
Though I am not with them what they know well
simply I feel, If am truly with God, certainly I will be saved
To day is very special day
For your promise to visit my page
Top to bottom I make it clean
Hastily I sit down to write a poem
But I forget what to write
heart beat runs fast
pen does not move
only the image I envisage
of your coming at my door step
with a sweet sound of your footsteps
you enter and sit upon the crown
what an elegant pose!
slowly your hand moves over the mouse
after refreshing your machine
you click on my name
with all beauty and grace
for a while I hold my breath
and wait to see what you say
first you smile then you type great
leaving me behind blushingly red.
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