silk
ribbons
fancy blouse
she’s slick and smooth
crimped flower petals
dyed to match shoes
ruffled
prom dress
silk
Dress De Flor
Red Gladiolus
is the flower of August,
fashion fabulous.
A dressmakers dream?
Spaghetti stringed halter top,
and blouson waistline
Made of real flowers?
Fabrics wired to flare-up,
then crimped and dyed red.
The store owner's son
placed an order for a gown.
Dressmakers fear him.
"I want to impress,
have it ready by Sunday"
For your fiancée?
I’ll start right away.
"It’s for her bridal shower.
Just have it ready"...
..."I’m back for the dress.
It looks just like the picture.
I’m surely impressed.
How will she sit down?"
Just not on her derrière,
There was no time left
I Worked day and night
With the few days you gave me
Forgive me please sir.
Best for her to stand all day.
A rental car ought be comfy
not crimped, cramped or bumpy
Oohs and Aahs ~ save them for pageants
Roominess now mine; you keep the combatants
these clouds
dangling about the moon
tinged with the pearlescent glow of a fading sun
have my thoughts twirling in my mind
awakening memories
i slip away
into the darkness of eventide
eyes closed
wondering if it's you
touching me
through this muggy air
as i twist
this crimped up hair
half kept
atop my head
i can hear the thrum
of whispers
and old guitars
in faded love songs
now beckoning me
to sing along
like a teenager
plumb crazy in love
i succumb once again
to your touch
the tang of your lips
lingers on mine
as this wind pauses
between gusts
memories erupt
thrusting forward
like a feral cat
into darkness
claws drawn
against bare skin
leaving me breathless
like this howling wind
the clouds drift
as my eyes open
glowing like this moon
april 13, 2021
Eight word Bardenesque challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
The air smelled clean, with a TANG of the sea.
Stay clear of the favorite snuggling.
I'm sure he's scared of anything.
I'm sure they had fun EVENTIDE.
She used CRIMPED lace to alter the look visually.
There are some concerns of the FERAL topic.
So, how can HOWLING be reduced?
I believe she will put on the cowling.
She is, on a different side, a gentle PLUMB.
She is admired when sitting abroad.
She appears to be in the PEARLESCENT market.
It was the THRUM of magic inside her.
That was the thing that scared her the most.
The pigeon has a lot of fun chasing alleluias.
Particularly one that ends with hallelujah.
The silent mouse makes the darling shiver.
He wants to leave, but she wants to stay.
Written: April 4, 2021
Eight-word Bardenesque challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
See the gathering of the AQUAMARINE
I think he's angry at the clementine.
He finds it hard to see the bloody
Overshadowed by the SAFFRON buddy.
Who is that kissing near the CHARTREUSE?
I think she'd like to eat but hate profuse.
She is but a LAVENDER TANGERINE,
Admired as she sits upon a clean.
Her crimped car is just a WATERMELON,
It needs no gas; she has a motion.
She's not alone; she brings a CORAL,
a pet chameleon, and lots of hump laurel.
The chameleon likes to chase a LEMON,
She was handsome with wholly CRIMSON,
The Aquamarine shudders at the feral LILAC,
He wants to leave, but she wants the tack.
Written April 7, 2021
Changing Colors Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet.
My head is howling,
Hollowed feral eyes watching,
The harp of the moon a thrum in my chest.
Love run away, I can't bear for you to see.
The tang of blood against my teeth,
I swore that I'd never let you hurt me.
But your plumb fingers strum a heavenly tune,
And it's crimped my resistance into a jagged three.
Sharp pearlescent nails scratching into my skin,
You've already won, just let me in.
My brain is trapped within the endless night,
wishing for the eventide.
3/30/2021
Whispers
“I saw you.”
They say not.
“So I whisper it. I saw you.”
They say not, but I know I did and I followed you,
into the churchyard, where pearlescent raindrops ran,
down and down, over the Saints who smiled,
in the church window.
“Someone else stood here once”
They say not.
“Someone else, one time, near eventide”
They say not.
I know the someone else stood watching the plumb of “forever and ever, Amen;”
As the crimped cloth-flag, your flag, fell, it was then the twisted music began, with the thrum of pipes, like the screeching of feral cats before they spring.
It was while the howling wind cut into my throat, leaving the tang of bitter in my tongue, that I knew my heart, my only heart,
“That I would follow you.”
28th March 2021
pearlescent, our ivory eyes met
cascading curtain limbs concealing
irises entwined in the deep unknown
like forest roots creeping
cryptic cedarwood cologne
fused with ravenous rose perfume
blending in every crevice
the weeping cherry's spread-
a bedroom of petals
nature's chandelier dimmed
butterscotch disk slipping
as eventide crimped
rim of vermillion pressing
upon confection skin
deepening aegean
with intensifying connection
plumb descension of melting heat
hastening each heartbeat
thumping to the thrum of feral beasts
arising for their woodland feast...
a barge of howling surrounding ebony
ecstasy's reach
cherry's tang on tantalizing tongues
hung like the moon
ripe with enticement
gliding with pearlescence
3/24/2021
Eight word Bardenesque challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
1. PEARLESCENT
2. HOWLING
3. THRUM
4. TANG
5. EVENTIDE
6. PLUMB
7. CRIMPED
8. FERAL
Swirling with jumps and speed
The crimped and vague green motion flew
Through the eyes of the woodland court of wolves
Within their legacy of feral wilderness
As they descended from their obscure cathedrals
Driven from the twilight brush and branch
Howling, prancing with singing whimpers
Dancing in the circle of their royal rogue pilgrimage
Aligned within their heralded order
As the heirs of distant ancestral calling
Blunted and bent in their nobleness-
Theses guardians of the sky road
Gather in their ancient sacred quest
To summon the moon mother
To awaken to the lupine's equinox
There in the thrum of their zeal they traversed
Into the core of mystical madness
With open mouths
Flashing their pearlescent teeth
The tang of their snouts quivered and huffed
Charged with oblivious and naked determination
To plumb the mad soul of the moon
In this peerless eventide
Igniting the ritual of their kinship with Spring
March 24, 2021
Eight Word Bardenesque Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
On this dark eventide, tonight
the thrum of crickets chirping songs,
and the feral howling of wolves
have crimped any romantic thoughts-
until the pearlescent, silver moon
laid sparkling threads upon the lake
that shimmers alongside the plumb,
overgrown and abandoned beach-
arousing that exquisite tang,
awakened from our yesteryears
when, while waiting for your return-
our moon stoked fires for us each night.
March 23, 2021
~3rd Place~
Contest: Eight Word Bardenesque challenge
Sponsor: John Hamilton
JUdged: 04/18/2021
Required words in order of appearance:
eventide, thrum, feral, howling
crimped, pearlescent, plumb, tang
Pearlescent the corneal reflection, on a blind mans eyes
orbs of obscurity, belie a defunct projection of screens
for Eventide is ever present, nuanced beside a braille directory
his mind’s focused on Feral senses, gut instincts, acuity
knowledge of darkness, has built its own safe haven
Plumb lines are useless, if life’s following a ball of string
the Thrum of a moths wings, leads him to the window
fingertips sense the drapes, yet another Crimped reality
fly away little creature, go find your own darkness
you don’t want to be trapped in here with me
with a bittersweet Tang of sadness, the moth is released
Howling into the distance, on a gentle summers breeze
Eight word Bardenesque challenge Poetry Contest
PEARLESCENT 2. HOWLING 3. THRUM 4. TANG 5. EVENTIDE 6. PLUMB 7. CRIMPED 8. FERAL
Sponsored by John Hamilton 22/03/2021
That Night
The moonlight was
PEARLESCENT.
EVENTIDE had been
Long gone.
FERAL HOWLING
Could be heard.
It was eerie!
And it CRIMPED
my style!
There was a
TANG of
Fear in my mouth!
The normal THRUM of a
Usually soothing
Was not!
It was all
PLUMB odd!
Date: 22-03-2021
With purpose her steps project pearlescent elegance
Finely cut fabric falls from her waist, embellishes
Weightless momentum, legs timed as ballroom
bustle musical march beside busy suburban thrum
Range Rover overgrown zebras meander, hands free
Inhabit hair salon adjacent spots, to emerge panthers
Claws comb plumb neat pelt on gym angular shoulders
Watched white teeth greet crimped cappuccino domes
From rotting fence, cluttered sunroom mottled streets
Feral hedges blend shed dilapidation with neighbours
Pearl recalls the rural run-down houses, howling low hope
Chimneys emitting messages to status never received
Mauve smoke drifts to city monotonous nonchalance
Eleventh level sky view squares share trove of eventide
Tang in coveted ticket operas from atop lavish lifestyle
High rise residents' glinted sun sets show mirrors only
20th March 2021
Written for Contest : Eight Word Bard
Sponsor : John Hamilton
Words of necessary inclusion are:
pearlescent, thrum, plumb, crimped,
feral, howling, eventide, tang
They strolled together at eventide
As the pearlescent moon danced above
When they embraced he could
hear the thrum of his heartbeats
Emotions seemed to plumb together as one
And she felt the flames of passion burning within
The tang of her kiss aroused his desire
And awakened the feral beast within
He felt a howling fervor erupting in his soul
That could not be crimped.
And their passion set the night ablaze.
3-18-2021
Eight word Bardenesque challenge Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
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