Within my depths ancient murmurs arise.
As had Phoenix, I had burned to ashes.
Yet I rise to strew the day with surprise
as I flourish in brilliantine flashes.
I am boisterous and blatantly loud
in voice and also in buff appearance.
Gregarious and bold, merging from cloud,
I fold my wings in show of forbearance.
My wings beat chill that draws color to fore,
irrefutably majestic and grand.
My winds blow promise not seen heretofore
as I spread my majesty o'er the land.
I am applauded as glorious Fall
but I shall not - I shall rise above all!
Categories:
brilliantine, autumn, celebration, color, confidence,
Form: Sonnet
Fall season is a favored time of year
when leaves irradiate their aurum cheer.
Custard colors cloak paths with brilliantine
while misty breezes tease the woods to sheen.
A couturière flouncing haute couture,
adorning the hillside with striped hachure.
Rich gemstones of ornate colors convey
an elegance to Her brilliant bouquet.
Wild winds blow briskly and bracingly strong.
High mountain tops lace in silver sarong.
Her splendent figure, festive femme fatale,
reigns regally pluperfect pastorale.
Her flamboyant panache is très chic.
Au fond, She's decisively magnifique!
Categories:
brilliantine, autumn, beauty, color, environment,
Form: Couplet
Can I have you as my present
Because you have a good accent
Your beauty is more than a cent
And I love your brilliantine scent
.
First time we met, we became friends
Because I was attracted by the way you love
It was my first time to have a girlfriend
Now we always together like hand in glove
.
The reason I befriended you
Is that I'm a poet and you're a poetess
I placed you in my heart like a tattoo
Because there is one thing I knew
That tattoos are not easy to unglue
.
Oh how I wish to have a poetess as my present
Oh how I wish to have a friend
Like you in my birthday at the year end
Our friendship stands no end
Because in my life, you're a good scent
Categories:
brilliantine, best friend, birthday,
Form: ABC
A corner shop, a busy street
your mother's hand, your dragging feet
I can almost set the scene.......A messy rack of magazines,
A barber pole, some shaving cream, and jars of greasy Brilliantine
I try to picture you back then,
How many barbers have there been?
Your rosy cheeks, eyes shining bright,
above the crisp white cloth so tight,
around your neck. (You hated that!)
A squirmy worm, but there you sat
Your daddy waits to pay the bill
Darn it, won't you please hold still?!!
Today there's less to take off top
Behind you, I have snipped and cropped
My scissors fold and I must stop
and for a moment I was there...
and saw that small boy in the chair
Categories:
brilliantine, childhood, husband, people,
Form: Rhyme