Couture Poems - Poems about Couture

A shiny morning bathed in golden-gluey rays. Somedays are different from everyday. The royal couture's army, Of sun's dear palace. Served down the feast of honour. As I opened the mouth to greet. The berries of my mommy's continental & savoury kitchen. Satisfying the appetite of my elated much hungry soul. Alongwith serenity, To my disturbed mood. I took the boat,...

Continue reading...

In a phalanx of four: Peter, Lisa, Dave, and I, descended a waterfall of marble stairs - pilgrims to another time - as if we’d punched through a wormhole. It’s a five-star bash at the palace of Versailles - a grand ball - and the air itself seemed to vibrate with a feverish energy. As we...

Continue reading...

My pillow feels so awfully lumpy I dream their casting votes for “trumpy” Well not for him but for his minions Swinging tightly from his pinions And yet in truth if I’m confidin’ I’m not too thrilled with old Joe Biden For somehow when the fan is hit He comes out clean….where was he hide’n It seems they want to change the past To...

Continue reading...

High fashion, high culture ... One finds the other ... ...

Continue reading...

the daughter of a miller abducted, exiled, held locked as prisoner didst bawl achingly, effusively, indubitably murmured plaintively quite riotously didst call out for help, when stalked with facing john deere reaper with nary a blues clue how to drawl, a gentle southern twang the heap of straw, she needed to transform into gold before the fall low wing...

Continue reading...