Curtsied respects
Nod's politeness
With the dressiness and dapper hat
That served them well
As ripped apart
As flung aside
Of lettered pride
Heart's own formal
Hailing displays.
Words, behind, hid. Themselves tender wrapped
In a pansy's
Ached ' think of me'
Urged sentiment.
Lost to time's scent!
the annual fluffy Christmas dance is about to begin
We sat ourselves down next to my cousin Finn
Shhh! He said, pointing to the Christmas tree.
Be quiet if you are going to sit next to me.
So I moved away next to my Aunt Jennie.
Hey! She said. Tonight’s cat’s name is Winnie.
Winnie came out and took a bow.
We all clapped marvelously, even Uncle Pow.
The cat curtsied, twirled, and did a flip in the air.
Landing in Grandma’s tree. Grandpa said “we don’t care”.
She came out wearing a string of lights all over her bod.
She is so much fun! Yelled my silly Auntie Maud.
“Be quiet! “ Finn yelled. “All of you!”
He is always in a bad mood, determined to be blue.
I felt sorry for Winnie having to live with him.
He is never any fun, my mean cousin, Finn.
Whoopsie is a topsy turvy murvy lurvy swervy kind of gal
I stopped by her teacup house yesterday because I am her pal
What if it rains? I asked her, what do you do then, my friend?
It never rains in the kitchen she said and curtsied with a bend.
the annual fluffy Christmas dance is about to begin
We sat ourselves down next to my cousin Finn
Shhh! He said, pointing to the Christmas tree.
Be quiet if you are going to sit next to me.
So I moved away next to my Aunt Jennie.
Hey! She said. Tonight’s cat’s name is Winnie.
Winnie came out and took a bow.
We all clapped marvelously, even Uncle Pow.
The cat curtsied, twirled, and did a flip in the air.
Landing in Grandma’s tree. Grandpa said “we don’t care”.
She came out wearing a string of lights all over her bod.
She is so much fun! Yelled my silly Auntie Maud.
“Be quiet! “ Finn yelled. “All of you!”
He is always in a bad mood, determined to be blue.
I felt sorry for Winnie having to live with him.
He is never any fun, my mean cousin, Finn.
Dear readers, please dwell awhile
Sit here a moment I pray
I wish to speak a little
of what and how people say
Surely the ladies here
would wish it to be thus
if everyone spoke and acted
as if on Bridgerton, discuss.
The people are so polite
and the gentlemen treat ladies well
ladies are wonderfully courted
while the gentlemen visit a spell
Balls are held and people dance
even insults sound charming
the ladies get all of a twitter
when the gentlemen are disarming
Wouldn't it be wonderful
instead of how it is now
if everyone spoke like that
and everyone curtsied and bowed
As long as we still had women's rights
that would still need to stand
but every now and then
to have a true gentleman to attend
To be whisked away, in a beautiful gown
and be twirled around the floor
instead of sitting in a pub
and someone saying, 'fancy a lager poured?'
Do you remember
when it was early,
or when too late
falling in curtsied tide..
feet too deep in depth
where wandering shallows hide
and all our pirate secrets kept.
Am I still the stranger in your night?
so much you still don't know..
making my memory smile
watching love grow
you came shinin' to me,
a simple cell phone
your only light.
Like soldiers laughing nervously
as they march off to the front
realizing life's candle, their only chance
perhaps afraid, still feel want
and wait the call to advance.
Sat watching awhile under a tall tree
next to a carved stone
learned you've done the same
let days wander on their own
never dwell too much
the reason they've flown
yet
still so glad they ever came.
I see you through a sort of prism
one softly spun in sugar and fire lit
where wavelengths in light are most bent
in hindsight, bet your maker meant
to name you Violet.
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"Everything you've ever wanted is on the other side of fear."
-George Addair
My horse prances.
And she dances,
As she spins around
She looks graceful
And so tasteful
Her hooves hardly touch the ground
Her long eyelashes
She seductively flashes
As she lifts gently in the air
Her thick mane flowing
From a breeze that's blowing
She dances without care.
She is captivating.
Her audience is waiting,
For her to thrill them more.
The horse is tiring
The crowd desiring
For just one more encore,
A moment to ponder,
As away out yonder,
Voices are calling out
They sound worried,
Anxious and flurried,
Then they begin to shout.
"Daisy, where are you?"
We have all been searching,
Since a quarter past two
We need you to come home, old girl,
It's time to be fed.
From the distance
Daisy heard the call.
What a time she had
entertaining one and all.
She curtsied to her audience,
Then she made a bow.
Then she said, "I am sorry folks,
I have to leave you now,
I hope you enjoyed my performance,
I shall be coming back.
I am feeling tired,
I'm going home to hit the sack."
As I combed your hair so fair,
It glistened strawberry red,
We embraced nature’s bounty
Through the stories that I read
Content, tranquil, restful
As you laid upon your bed
Crisp sheets, below your chest,
I tracked your every breath
Palm cross beneath your pillow,
Same place it's always kept
Your elegant, fine eyelashes
Curtsied graceful as you slept,
I took a million photographs
Through the lenses of my eyes
As legend Frank, sang us out —
Reminisced memories, joy and lies
As I combed your hair so fair,
It glistened strawberry red,
Stitched my heart back together
With your loving, golden threads
Oh enigma ...
Endless hours of twilight-daubed magic -
Enchanting walks 'side a moon-splattered sea,
Alight with silver doubloon wave-tops that mock the starry vault,
Toes pressed to the cool, pearly-soft hem of sand,
Imparting each other our deepest notions and dearest aims.
Then ... made a joke to your friends,
Grand laughs over drinks.
Oh paradox ...
Countless midday meadows, abounding -
Hazy summer days where tall goldenrod and foxglove
Curtsied the breeze above our bare backsides,
As if in honor of the sublime, tender, soul-sharing love we made
In the sweet, supple grasses that wove our blanket ...
Hot, breathy moans lost to the buzz of honeybees and hoppers.
Then ... made but a farce in passing,
A casual remark twisted for the sake of giggles.
Oh ambiguity ...
All those preciously amazing romantic escapades -
Priceless moments rare and real, that so few ever get to know ...
Made but fodder for your careless ego ... and I your fool.
Worst of all? I would do it ALL ... again.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Polarities And Paradoxes" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
Mind curtsied to Soul in deference and respect.
Accidentally infuriating Imagination.
What am I supposed to do? He chastised Mind
You belong everywhere, you are the dream key, Mind told him.
You can do anything you want.
This appeased Imagination in a fierce way,
and he finally quit pouting.
Angelic and young , I was mesmerized
By the glitter of fame, of endless applause--
For a world became my audience, enticed
As heaven’s stars curtsied to my glory.
This power drugged me with blind illusion;
Ignoring right choices that barbed a life--
A free-fall through sins without a vision
Where an altar of egoism ruled.
Though I tried to grapple with such fake thrill;
How corrupt my pride, each dose addictive
That burnt wings plunged into vices , downhill
My inner child howling...lost in a maze.
For my sweetest desires have gone astray...
O , AGONY! Yet, arms reaching for hope
Brought me near, nearer to Light’s healed way,
To slowly find and embrace my true self.
8/21/2017
Laura Loo’s Fallen Angels Contest
It had been a day full of miraculous detail.
Freezing rain played the ground like a kettle drum.
Trees snapped and flowers curtsied
before engaging in a pas de deux
with blades of grass on the stage
of this summer eve.
Our erupting blazing star...
Sported a set of yellow barn doors sorely in need of a paint job;
Closed shut with a heavy metal rusty lock seeping a golden shade;
Upstaging the blue sky and creating its own distinct wash
to signal the break of day.
A curvy curved river flowed naturally through
the mountains into a water colored sunset.
The moon waited patiently offstage with bedroom eyes
anxious to make her entrance.
And I,
Well - I just stood motionless,
Hoping to absorb it all;
Hoping to never take this planet for granted;
A non opiate
I like to call
Organic Ecstasy.
And not a sign of men’s hands anywhere in sight.
14~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
The laced-head heads
Of the elderberry flowers
Curtsied in acknowledgement
Of the sun arising east
The breakfast breeze
With the slightest ease
Had the lemon-grass skirt
Dance provocatively
The fairy-lace heads
Of the elderberry flowers
Agreed with exquisite manners
That the life-giving powers
Of the Light’s regal banners
Held the promise
Of a new day
A new day has come
Filled with promises
The sun reluctant to leave the
stage
Splashed pink red paint across
the page
Of the final act of a lovely day
Then it curtsied and went on
its way.
A tentative rising harvest moon
Slips slowly into a darkening
room
A soft yellow carpet of
transparent light
The day gives way to another
night
The sun reluctant to leave the
stage
Splashed pink red paint across
the page
Of the final act of a lovely day
Then it curtsied and went on
its way.
A tentative rising harvest moon
Slips slowly into a darkening
room
A soft yellow carpet of
transparent light
The day gives way to another
night
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