The darkness becomes golden
with lusters now embolden.
The beauty from the lit flame
showed bright on the pretty frame.
The drips from the melted pool,
shines like a silver jewel.
The candelabras stood straight,
for the brightness they create.
The room then silently sang,
to dispel the shadowed gang.
That our light will ever shine,
its glow, the mirrors define.
candelabra ghost did a cha cha cha
He had the whole mansion to himself
Fiddly dee, fiddly whimsical mccaw
he grabbed two candelabras down from the shelf
It was heavy, sure, but looked great when lit
He lit them both and gave a hippy eye cay cay cay
The mansion began snickering, black cat had a fit.
Cannot please everyone said the ghost, but what the hey?
Des Nuits d'Amour
A fine tablecloth, Lenox china,
sterling dinner ware.
Tall, elegant candles in shiny
golden candelabras.
Un chantes, d' amour fill the
starry night that I can smell in your
heavenly hair.
The songs of Piaf and Aznavour
soften me, caught in this love-lair.
Massages and sultry kisses.
A sink full of unwashed dishes.
It's time we dance, mon trevor!
Blow out the candles and close the
doors!
So that, we can, in sweet silence,
become one with the stars.
Simply, gorgeous you and I!
In overwhelming desire,
to quench our insatiability.
Those glorious moments of fulfilling
our hearts' utmost desires.
05/01/2023
Splitting hairs with dull knifes
dressed up in bad habits
life relegated to picture screens
unheard screams
darkened diners
beckoning candelabras and moonlit drives
no wax drips sealing secret treasure
grand Mal seizures
nor sacred visions
hands tied together
reckless, restless
begging for a night outside
I burned your picture last night
just to see you move
smoke illuminating
from those flashing signs
OPEN 24 HOURS
hidden behind the unlawful order
NO VACANCY
A fine tablecloth, Lenox china,
sterling dinner ware.
Tall, elegant candles in shiny
golden candelabras.
Un chantes, d' amour fill the
starry night that I can smell in your
heavenly hair.
The songs of Piaf and Aznavour
soften me, caught in this love-lair.
Massages and sultry kisses.
A sink full of unwashed dishes.
It's time we dance, mon trevor!
Blow out the candles and close the
doors!
So that, we can, in sweet silence,
become one with the stars.
Simply, gorgeous you and I!
In overwhelming desire,
to quench our insatiability.
Those glorious moments of fulfilling
our hearts' utmost desires.
July 19, 2019
6:30pm PST
Stresses in dresses are not wanting streams today they are wanting to watch a film where animals sing. It is great to know that a aqueous solution of a pickled onion jar is clever when unsealed and unsealed is neither a shark in a tank top, an exploding rhino suit, a gas game of monologues, a circumference of a chasm in a chapel chat, nor is it a notable noticed nothing. It is with reading glasses that a sewing pattern forms shapes and within shapes the hour glass chimes a pretty note and the citation from a chandelier competes always and only with a field of candelabras'. Radiographic radiuses' reaching radiant releases. And a dome in a dolmen is a chamber of commerce in a wheel. Spinning. Fantastic isn't it? Free forming synchronisation of seventy frogs hopping and hooping and hoping that an ordered meal will arrive soon in the basket bead. Ha the tail of a duck is extended down the canal and the boats trip over. Ha the capsized mirrored eels delivering the droppings of a giant metal pie. Pie of thought is slicing. Not sluicing. Slicing. And a little ant travelling carefully over the rocky tor. Xxxxxx intercorrellated z z z z z at a point to a pin and a pin to a paintpot. Z
Synthemesc candelabras ache hyacinth desire till woven floors
macabre phoenix grown on veiled crucible vines, dragonflies now
inhabit counter-clocks I've forgotten seer dust ponders hewn salamandrine fire
as a wish to eradicate all a wish denies, You've lost your chance
well I've lost it in the mirror.
I slipped you a talking pill
spearing sun vistas’ translucent din hails those darkest clotted wings
in Babel’s way, so get out of my way, into the waste or into the waves?
Night’s volcanic window-sill maze flattens—castaways untowards sine-greaves’ Latin.
I am Electricity—I laugh at thunder
bellowing at my helm, unaware
that electricity is a sound I share
my unseen body, your shadow, our mezzanine Jericho
shattering in the mirror, drear-dreaming diadem go ahead I’ve lost it,
edelweiss that reads my mind the crimson oars shall never find
nor color’s death: a smiling, stilled lake.
I slip on an unwritten will.
Tear drops fall
between silent lines
carrying the tune
of this weeping melody
written on my heart’s
faded sheet music
Scales cry in sharpened flats
twisting treble clef sorrows
Candelabras drip pain
on withered fingers
roaming ivory slivers bleeding
out of tune syncopation
Unheard choruses
in three quarter sadness
wasted on black and white keys
played long after
the lid was closed
on our love
Where is that sustain pedal
when you need it?
In 1745, the apothecary
Time stands still, peering at the past
The chemists lived making potions
Between dust and rats
Gadgets like compasses hung
Amidst glass vials and bronze knobs
Keys to hidden compartments
Silver ladles and candelabras
Joseph Black isolates CO2
An odd phenomena of “fixed air.”
The healers of the early ages
The fearful labelled witches
And, often then burned
Affluent and formal
pink lilies deck the tables;
we await the
sweet, affected
laughter of our friends.
Bedecked in bouffant hair-do's
perfumes, ermines, jewels
brocades and buckled shoes,
we dazzle, yes! We dazzle
with our mirrors, and our decals,
our precious art, and plaster,
exotic candelabras,
but I can't wait to make my
exit to wander in the gardens
and let the scented air restore
my soul
To get completely
lost in moonlight and
fragrance of the night
never to return,
to that balcony, nor
endure, the boring empty twitter
that temporary glitter.
I can barely wait till daylight to
mount my noble horse
and gallop miles and miles
and miles away.
To feel the solid earth resound
beneath his flying feet.
I have crossed that fragile threshold
into madness.
I can no longer be a Duchess
Suzanne Delaney
Tiptoeing inside an entrance that held
unknown mysteries of a slain clan,
draped photographs flickered with
low-lit candelabras of Halloween eve.
I ran up the steps as my heels
cracked on through a nightfall's twirl ...
the moon quivering like a ghoul's shadow
while rotten windows banged!
And the door reeled of odor around walls,
sipping the pungent air that hindered
my echoes from squeaking heavily
among a pile of crushed leaves.
Interior bleakness brought more dread
as tendrils of red mould hanged on cobwebs
dripping like spurts of blood...alone,
I turned to leave: my skirt rushing away
from the ancient house and its eerie view.
Glancing at the ruined structure
from a distance, fallen grasses
seemed to blink: my disheveled hair
meshing on a ripped treat- o- trick basket
as I quickly escaped, panting
into the thick fog without a candle in the mist.
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Sponsor: Carol Eastman
I will see you again in Death
Close to the crumbled Kingdom,
As the wind moans with a mouthful of ashes
And oceans reek of radiated whales
I will see you again in Death
As the wind moans with a mouthful of ashes
There may be fallen angels at my side
And candelabras burning blood
And numbers painted in soot on my chest---
It could be 6 or it could be 7
I will see you again in Death
Running from a blue-black horse
When trumpets prevail over shrieks
And moonlight breaks like communion bread.
We enter life a curse of Eve
Skinned by sin and fashioned in doom,
While hearts pump a rhythmic evil,
And thoughts race to finish fast in mischief,
But I will see you again in Death
At the crossroads of Narrow and Wide,
Where good could only mean luck
And I on my destined fate do mount,
I will see you again in Death.
The wedding date was set
December you bet
The fifteenth was their great plan
All stained-glass window sills
Poinsettias thrills
Candelabras glowing stand
Pink, green, and burgundy
Pink roses artfully
In boutineers for young man
The bride and groom's love shone
As pictures snapped time flown
The end came for camera's span
The couple on their way
Handsome groom did repay
Rose given mom by leading man
Finis'
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest: Getting Married At Christmas
Written: December 02, 2013
It's your birthday, December twenty first
make a wish
let the candelabras burn an inch
something precious
in the morning, evening kiss
you've always longed for.
Pray beneath the mistletoe, adorned
grab your popcorn
the couch besides the window looks so grand
take a peek
with a smack of lips on buttery fingers, *prang!*
there goes the earthly orb.
Park your derriere mid-chew
enjoy
the riots, panicked, raving loons
peering out
with that last piece of popcorn in your mouth
hear those shouts
that the world is ending
breathe the fumes
the flames are sending
see the crowds of mental patients cry
the morning after
the
disaster sends the paranoia hangover *High!*
of a cityscape in shreds
sirens resonating with your bed
a good book to send yourself to dream,
it was your birthday today
and you got to listen to the lunatics scream.
Lights emanating
from the grim candelabras.
Specters are coming..
is it just a phantasm?
No, 'tis but some foliage.
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