Your pretty eyes,
I realize;
You’re beautiful to me:
An ebony, most heavenly,
Arrayed coquettishly;
You’re giving and a gift,
Like the rise of Christmas morn’
As adorned a necklace with,
Upon my heart you’re worn –
Categories:
coquettishly, appreciation, crush, how i
Form: Lyric
She is a traveling circus, a late bloomer
of more gaudy god-times.
Fortune has spread her hummingbird heart
over evening moonshine.
Now she has the reminiscent whiff
of lace curtains left out in the rain.
In rented rooms she sprinkles
potent perfumes,
winks at her blur-faced mirror.
She loves to recall all her men
calls them ‘her boys’
counting each one possessively.
By mornings harsh light
she pads her bra with fairy tale romances,
considers, that in a certain light,
she appears almost younger.
Mindful of her girlish impulses,
the lady understands
that she is still a puppeteers plaything
to be snatched up and whirled off her feet.
though she is less prone now
to fits of giddy hysteria.
Her make-up is a cosmetic Slurpee.
Drunken are her hopeless hopes,
yet they have long sheltered her
from a darker despair.
Who can say if you or I
would manage any better,
when at last we topple long past the edge
of our best?
Maybe you will buy her a coffee,
listen to the manic music of her mind.
Maybe she will smile coquettishly
and grab for your hand,
and you will not pull it away.
Categories:
coquettishly, poetry,
Form: Free verse
January's cold caress gives way
To February's brief embrace.
The blustery winds of March hold sway
'til blushing April shows her dewy face,
Then coquettishly she'll skip away
And leave us mid the darling buds
And wrapped up in the lusty arms of May.
Joyful June comes bouncing in
With matronly July up close behind her.
The golden days of August reign
Then pale beneath September's scholarly reminder
That sly October's opalescent bliss
Will leave us eager for November's frosty kiss
'til gay December dances through
All tinselly and merry.
And even though we know she cared,
She'll leave us thrilled but unprepared
To face and try to gracefully embrace
Another January.
Categories:
coquettishly, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
Art of falling atop roses,
Bedroom scented with vanilla...
Come Sweetheart! That’s for later,
Dear! Romance me with terms of
Endearment, sudden
Fear of falling in love all over again.
Gaiety of candlelight...I’m your sprite,
“Hello, over here…,”
I wiggle my fingers coquettishly.
Just you wait for dessert..wink.
Keep your hazels on me,
Love. I don’t
Mind our modest
Nest,
Our quiet
Place. Re- -
Quest a dance, my love,
Really
Slow.
Take me now
Under the stars.
Vanish with me to
Wild places… e- -
Xotic beaches. Tantalize
Your sprite with
Zabaglione* and berries.
2/14/2020
Caren Krutsinger’s ABECEDARIAN Poetry Contest
*pronounced za-bull-yo-nee
Categories:
coquettishly, sensual,
Form: Abecedarian
https://www.strategypage.com/htmw/htsf/20160301.aspx
Beneath the rubble of the Ocean
Where Panoply Swirls Decadent
Memories of Jupiter
Before the Flood-Omega
and, retro-spect, the turn of Archimedes
Poseidon in A Rage
Prophecies the Doom of the Titans
The Rush of the Nightengales
In the Dark of Obsidian Night
In the Cool of the Shrouded Dawn
Whom Fell to Earth
Without Hearkening the Runes of the Sibyl
Or Gilding the Armor of the Hoplite
"They Came Only to Procure the Heat of Day"
Poseidon proclaimed to his Daughter Ocean
Or Complained,
Perhaps
In Damnable Rhyme
With the Flow and Beat of Her Tides
Steadily Plummeting Above
"Yes, And I Love Him For It."
>Venus^< Demurred Coquettishly
"His Day is the Urge That I Hear,
---In the Night."
Quietly, she returned to her Lonely Merman
Categories:
coquettishly, animal, anti bullying, boat,
Form: Acrostic
My memory is obsolete in fashion:
the short blue skirt I saw you in that day
is out of date eons ago. My passion
has cicatrized from when you went away,
but thrifty memory still stores your grey
T-shirt with spots of oil paint, your beret
of modern artist that you used to wear
coquettishly aslant, the bag across
your chest, the thuya needle in your hair,
the band-aid on your knee, the minty gloss
on your sweet cherry lips, the silky moss
under your pliant back, the sassy moth
around my stupid head, the distant laughter,
the flash of bliss, the willow’s leaf embossed
on your left buttock and the most sought after
remembrance of the panties that you lost
in ferns in haste… One day I will exhaust
my recollections but at any cost
I save this one, unclouded and precise,
as my permission to the paradise.
22.04.2019
Urban Sonnet Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
Categories:
coquettishly, love, memory, paradise,
Form: Sonnet
My aunt waited so patiently
and perched herself on Santa’s knee,
he caressed her thighs
and got a huge rise -
she giggled so coquettishly!
12/1/18
Categories:
coquettishly, christmas, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Thunder roars throughout the night,
Echoing off the walls of white.
Beyond the rooftops the sky glows
With splendid colors of varied tones.
Glint of the fireworks coquettishly imbue
The dark satin sky with a wondrous revue.
Along the shore admirers look to see
Dancing lights mirroring on a wading sea.
The raining confetti fades away,
Leaving all yearing the fulgent display.
Another year they all must wait
To celebrate the new and stay up late.
Categories:
coquettishly, firework, new year, new
Form: Couplet
Umbrellas
Why do we hide from the tears
of a lonely city street
beneath the lunacy of a parasol,
undulating jelly-fish like,
dodging shadows,
Coquettishly enticing moths to the flame
of our swirling prisms,
distracting ourselves
with unwanted desires.
Flamboyant flirts tempting the sun
while denying its warmth,
deflecting the rain
yet craving its moist kisses.
Do we fear
the melting of our façade,
the softening of our dry lips,
the awakening of our love
for a lonely city street.
John G. Lawless
Symbolism: The Umbrella
Visual #1
2/22/2014
Categories:
coquettishly, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
I dream a scene of a baby falling asleep
having sucked a pair of breasts resembling
two pomegranates weighing ten kgs;
I desire a blue sky unadulterated
by vulture-like coquettishly killing planes;
and, o my Love, I bear the inborn greed to stare at you
in the open corridor of life by sitting thousand years together.
Categories:
coquettishly, dream,
Form: Free verse
Daniel JR search where do the wind goes
Well you do
I want a kiss from you
Twice softly and sweetly Mon Amour
How will your father coquettishly do
Came in if you have a chance, something pops up- thanks for trying
Cabs are yellow silver and blue
White Grey as your Eyes
Be good no lies
Us is Us
Yours Heart Mine Is
Be,
There's no fines for
AMOR
only in mailing
I am stuck on thy beauty
and classy Catherine SR nurturing
All Lucky
All
Categories:
coquettishly, beauty, children, i love
Form: Carpe Diem
Nights in May are so seductive,
they make you wait for hours
in that glorious stage light
from the west,
before they deign to rise
onto the stage of the quite
brief performance of their artistry.
Their breath is balmy, laden
with that blend of all the
fragrances they steal
from blossoms,
which coquettishly they
wear like laces fastened
round some young girl’s thighs.
In May the nights flirtatiously
wink at you with sparks
they like to borrow
from the stars,
they expertly employ the
moon to highlight the smooth
shapes of budding lush fertility.
They cradle you in night-blue arms
arousing wishes rather than
lulling you to sleep, till
from the east
pale heralds will approach
to make them organize their exit
accompanied by the birds’ symphony.
Categories:
coquettishly, hope, nature, seasons, may,
Form: Free verse