Recitative
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Our clubs annual event is a .Cabaret music
This is the day that the sergeant at arms i
is the key decision maker.
Up until the "Anuncio sobre la división en el cuerpo"
and "le service du vin" where wine iis poured into a bassoon.
then the powers are given back to the Club Pres.
and the sergeant at arms is again the
fourth ranking member. From the Tuesday before the Cabaret until
the last drop of wine
the Sergeant at arms is Ceremoniously the Club top official!
We use a plastic bassoon due to the expensive prices of
the real thing. These acts will began the even of
food dance songs singing and performances.
often non members use the occasion to announce
there engaments or intent to find a partner.
Friends of fireflies and damselflies,
Ageless and graceful as ballerinas,
Ethereal and dainty as hummingbirds,
Raindrops and dew only make them glitter.
Infinitely more beautiful in their pristine element,
Exuberance is what faeries exude.
Daffodils guard where pixies sleep at night.
Utopia revealed once the sun rises ceremoniously
Seducing with generous sprinkling of faerie dust
Transient tableau… today tonight tomorrow.
AP: 2nd place 2026
A Trois-par-Huit for December
Poetry Contest-Andrea Dietrich
Stars on top.
Ornaments dance and bop.
Strings of colorful lights tied the knot,
blinking happily as one on the branch, they sought.
A kiss of ribbon and tinsel seals the lips spot,
ceremoniously dressed for thee.
A sign of His decree.
Christmas tree.
Leaves now crimson red
Faded yellow and brown
In the darkness coals
Flicker like jewels on a crown
Sipping wine and cuddled up
I settle in for sleep
Dogs dozing cats as well
Birds nodding without a peep
Candle flicks to and fro
Drafty house propels its own
Bewitching shadows dancing
Ceremoniously on the wall
I fear conjured beasts
No sleep at all
Silk word play crosses in two and subtle mind games,
both entangle me; whetting my appetite for war.
Served as a weaponized aphrodisiac;
sharp double edge sword hors d'oeuvre.
Lured toward a subtle intoxication;
true motives ceremoniously exposed.
You trace the contours of my every word;
the renegade now juxtaposed.
We traverse to foreign places unaware;
time itself intensifies, yet slows.
Demons spill from lips to fan the flame of desire;
our spirits overflow.
The beginning of the end, with the hour glass set in reverse continuum
A reset and reload, of moments weaved and spread through the sands of time
1,2,3,4,5……5,4,3,2,1…
The irony of counting up and down simultaneously
The amalgamation of old and new, harmoniously
A habitual ritual carried out ceremoniously
Time stands still, as it fades away
"Reminisces", a dish for the day
Sketching yet another 360 pathway
Cheers !!! to that which is made of clay
Spring, summer, autumn, winter,
Nature’s endless march.
Each a cherished visitor.
With grace and determination,
one by one each takes its turn on stage.
Seeds, long buried, know their time
to release next generations
of flowers, grasses, trees, all else.
Each a phoenix in repose.
Deeply programmed to unfold.
Blossoming young sprouts—
break free from earth's clutches,
under ever-changing skies.
Suddenly, a grand symphony erupts.
Rapturous melodies released.
The meadow basks in warm sunlight,
where perky wildflowers seduce the bees.
Luring them deep into their folds.
With life’s nectar on their feet,
they fly off, sharing their fertile riches.
Summer’s end, a clarion's call to autumn.
No need for mourning—
the leaves set themselves free.
Unabashedly beautiful,
they tumble ceremoniously to the ground.
Frost arrives, a masterful artist,
draping a shimmering veil over land and wood,
under the cool whisper of winter’s breath.
Nights grow longer,
while days slumber in long-awaited rest.
Behind the closed curtain,
silent dormancy arrives,
as life withdraws into hidden chambers--
Till once again,
they hear thaw's gentle call to awaken.
CP
Connie's penned poetry presents colorful prose, captivated curiosity, parading carefreely pass cemented paths ceremoniously.
Once a year autumn throws a parade
leaves like confetti fall to the ground
floating to the tune of nature
where a procession of floats awe
so earthly and golden the color
as the leaves take that one last dance
that one last march
so meaningful and purposeful
and ceremoniously
like salmon swimming up stream
spawning and then dying
when the parade sadly concludes
the landed leaves, too, take a final bow
10/20/22
Painting Prompted Contest
Sponsored by Lisa YY
Painting #2 in 70 words.
Baking was not an option,
long gone were the days (and nights!) of crème brûlée and bûche noël.
Such delicacies have taken a more...paternalistic
approach,
abstaining stove-works entirely,
however slippery,
often guided by such vintage luminarians as Einstein's popular 'words to live by' & action-tropes by the enticing acrobatic authors,
J & L Bird.
Various interlopers, actual or imaginary, instantly
stiffened to attention once the oven-door was opened and the klaxon bell engaged.
Ceremoniously, once alert, all in attendance
(rubber black-rats excluded) turned towards
shelved rainbow rivers of irises (plasic, of course!) and with goodwill (and smiles) together recited the Lord's Prayer,
and departed.
Dedicated to Clarky & his loving support team, you know who you are...
03/19/22
7:18pm
james marshall goff
Had an epiphany this morning and yet, the screeching and scratching of the voices is always at hand.
The only thing I can trust this day and age is the walls talking to me. Ceremoniously, I want my consciousness to die.
Alas, it lies wake and unfolds the lashes concocted. From the whips of a tormented psyche.
I was alive and well this morning. The clicking of a stopwatch is the split frames of time that rip apart my wretched soul.
Part ways with the thought of living the days without the switch. Up, down, left, right. Goodnight.
Once was a smart, forward-thinking young lady in Gloucester
Her wayward-thinking lover she summarily oustered
Since his libido he couldn’t control,
Ceremoniously, he had to go
And soon, thereafter, he became a carnival rouster.
written December 4, 2021
*Image of Ghana's Dancing Pallbearers by CGTN.
Dance of Deliverance
Portend looms gravediggers ere dusk
Orange descend skies slipping purple
Their courage ascend embolden husk
Almost finished all extend into a circle
Heart mind soul a godsend arabesque
2021 October 27
*2nd Place*
Something Beautiful 5 line rhyme
~~charles messina: Judged 2021 November 11
*In some cultures worldwide, including parts of the USA, there's a festive theme for burials of the recently departed. A celebration of their lives reverberates ceremoniously in a joyous send-off, giving their loved ones a beautiful transition into the afterlife.
Stan was a conductor of a band,
Stan thought he was very grand.
In the park most summer days,
From the bandstand, Stanley plays.
With his bandleaders uniform on,
He ceremoniously raises his baton.
The musicians all look dignified,
As they picked up their instruments with pride.
Looking very serious indeed,
They all start to proceed.
By this time, they have an audience sitting in chairs,
More people are waiting at the fence as the band prepares.
To start a session of marches and old songs, for folk to listen and
Some to sing along.
First, some Sousa marches,
They always raise a cheer.
Then "Underneath the arches" and other old songs,
That sometimes bring a tear.
Stirring military marches and softer mellow sounds,
Pour from this magnificent band.
People singing, tapping their feet,
Happiness abounds.
With an OOM PAH PAH and a TOOT TOOT TOOT,
Crash of CYMBALS, ROLL of DRUMS,
Sun smiling down, People milling around,
Stanley's band was full of fun.
Sad to say, most bandstands did not stay.
A loss to everyone.
I sit rolled in a corner
Almost forgotten
Quietly ignored
Crimson velveteen tufts
Densely packed
Underlay visible
Obscuring the majesty
Only ever ceremoniously unfurled
When dignitaries visit
The streets I cover
Usually covered in dust
Dirty and dank
Freshly cleaned
To impress and fool
In the fetid air
The tang of fresh paint
Dingy corners spruced
The homeless ushered away
Children beautifully laundered
Flowers lavishly garlanded
Overflowing bins emptied
So when I am laid out
And smart soles
Tread on my blushing fibres
The illusion is complete
And with my presence
The bare truth hidden
Fleetingly…
Till they have gone
And I am rolled away
Then in my absence
The putrid decay
Of real life resumes
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