Thumbelina was the daintiest dancer at the meadow pond.
She had a pact with the polliwogs and frogs, a heavenly bond.
She danced in their weeds, and they warned her of danger.
She then helped their deer bed down in their grassy manger.
Thumbelina was always safe in the grasses, even with a snake.
For the polliwogs and frogs coughed a warning to her at the lake.
She recognized the cough and hid behind a rock or under a twig.
She was never snatched up by a ground hog or pot belly pig.
I observe palls of leaves, drifting on the wind
Compelling me to write, but my page keeps going limp
Fraying along straight edges, curling into crimp,
Nuanced in nature, daintiest touch rebuffs my whims
Thoughts become hesitant, so readily demurred
I scribble tenuous nothings, reflecting absent words
Cant tell which is moving, the leaves or my world
Seemingly fluxed together, synchronicity bestirs
Impossible to measure, let alone describe this scene
Small eddies all around me, vortex on grasses green,
As I look upon the tumult, my imagination reconvenes
Ink begins flowing again, and words start to scream
Disenfranchisement over, now feeling overjoyed
Balance is restored, the moment remains unspoiled
I look down at my sheet of paper, if only to recoil
Not in horror! Amazement, this little poem self compiled.
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I fought one piggish Titan and I won
As if that devious Leech existed not;
Sealing the very firy nose of his gun
With ball-like rags to sap every shot.
A long-lionized mogul of giant name
Slew my low fists by a magic stroke;
Vilest Judas glossing in pesty fame,
I his two-timing fang spookily broke.
I know not if such a scheming villain
Fickle arms dim for want of glut gain,
Ever shall by Time's rare marvel floor,
And ink selfsame serendipities more.
May the Highest Star your ochre clip,
And pelt plagues and fates your ship;
Until Hades her filthiest minion finds
Sulfurous frying betwixt fallen minds.
May your fiendish bow of foxy veneer
Snap mid-hunt as looms hugest deer,
And life's fave tooth turn fatal sore;
Your daintiest morsel tartest grow!
filigree webbing
paper delicate
spider’s influence
spun into the night
proudly holds her own
against elements
lunch is served daily
sorry flying things
spider’s masterpiece
daintiest structure
methodically built
takes on thunderstorm
filigree webbing
genius builder
spider eats tonight
Long I hoarded my priceless treasure of silver
coins hidden from her unsuspecting glance,
this alloy of glittering metals was a curse;
I kept it guarded as gold in a greedy manner.
If the daintiest daisy is plucked to guess the other
lover's thought, I pull off the petals of this blue rose
to undo all the delusive images embellished in prose;
isn't truth a spring from which gushes only pure water?
Once lips are kissed, a sworn promise is forever sealed;
I forfeited mine by giving her less and receiving more,
selfish heart: your guilt is the palpable beat of my sad
regret stripping passion of feelings that no longer implore.
Other women's eyes with that pretty shade of light blue won't
be a strong attraction to me: yours never fades into any sunset.
Picture if you will, perfect lips,
The prettiest smile, the curviest hips.
Imagine too the softest voice,
Two lustful eyes, the daintiest poise.
She lit the hall with every step,
We were the toys she fondly kept.
She just might be the girl you know,
So don’t expect her name to show.
Never had I had such a fix,
So good, yet bad, the perfect mix.
Though stories told of trails she kept,
It was for her my heart had leapt.
And though her eyes betrayed her lies,
My love for her was without guise.
She whispered words I’d never heard
That felt so good I lost my gird.
Sweet words teeming with deception
Untruth, coined from their inception.
She rocked me high, she dropped me low
Her kind of poison has a glow.
I’ve failed to find what is my gain,
But stand addicted to this pain.
My twisted tale is one of gloom
I just might love her to my doom.
Some nights I dream of leaving her,
But then I never make it far.
Someday I just might get the force
To break her charm, cure these sores.
But until then, tonight I’ll dine
With my own, my dark valentine!
A daffodil is the daintiest flower,
even surpassing the beauty of a rosemary;
so yellow and fragrant, it grows anywhere
the sun is warm and the soil is dry.
We see this flower on many lawns and meadows,
on hills slopes, or hiding beneath willows;
it's also found in regions of Southern Europe
as well as in Texas...their color is a lover's hope.
Young king Tut, time honoured pharaoh
In rage, deaf like the sea, with fires impatience
Boy king worshipped as a God
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
Buried with skill not food for worms
But time for him grants a heavier doom
September's wind is most winsome today.
See the lovliest of lilacs and lillies sway ?
See the daintiest of daisies dance away ?
See the tangoing tulips seductive at play?
See them now, beckoning you?
Hear the lissome buttercups rejoice?
Hear the lucid charm in their voice?
Hear the lithe of the Myrtle tree?
Hear them now , whispering to you?
Copyright McCuen 2008
Thy September wind is most winsome today.
Seest the lovliest of lilacs and lillies sway ?
Seest the daintiest of daisies dance away ?
Seest the tangoing tulips seductive at play?
Seest them now, beckoning thee?
Hearest the lissome buttercups rejoice?
Hearest the lucid charm in their voice?
Hearest the lithe of the Myrtle tree?
Hearest them now , whispering to thee?
Copyright McCuen 2008
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