The pretty cast of sorrow—
Hollow, yet comforting,
When damasked on those lips,
Or teased upon that fake smile
I see such sorrow inside of her
And weep inwardly,
For I love her gazes
And hate her mazes
Paler now is the face
And love it more I must,
For the moment I express disgust,
She is gone like rain
Leaving guilt on trickling rooftops
Hollow company—
Is still company,
And that is why I still love her—
Somehow her smile is real
2.23.20
My mistress' eyes are nothing like a 40
Watt full spectrum LED bulb;
Doritos are far more red than her lips' red;
If Teslas be white, why then her organs for nourishing babies are dun;
If hairs be USB cables, USB cables grow on her head.
I have seen Monsanto patents damasked, red and white,
But no such intellectual property see I in her cheeks;
And in some volatile aerosols is there more delight
Than in the exhalation that from my mistress is unmentionably unpleasant.
I love to hear her powerful voice, yet well I know
That WAP hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go (except when I became too old for parental controls)
My mistress, when she stalks, kneads the earth like a cat.
And yet, by Hubble’s image of The Pillars of Creation, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Contest: Parody of a famous poem
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Dec 21 2020
The light that dances will enchant the eyes that shine
In heaven's grace the stars illuminate God's eternity
She cannot touch them with her fingertips they are too far away
What wondrous glory fills her with desire's joy at infinity's song
Heaven's beauty ever caresses her temple as eternity now displayed
This wonderful heavenly experience, later that of damasked happiness
Sing love's song oh lady of the North in hearts most gentle tones
A journey through Cosmos gracious and mighty grateful
Oceans of love seek the light's dancing grace
By the Fjords bank 'neath skies dance of night
The tide reaches her quickly, rising with swelling waves
And all in tune as grains of the golden sand
She is love's brightest star, in passion's light love's shining grace
Before the Northern star, in love's embrace a beauteous gem
The silence and beauty, enough time to love
Truth is deep like the bottom of the sea and far away like the stars
05.03.2018
A Collaboration by : A-L Andresen & Vladislav Raven
Thank you : Mike
(Unrhymed Couplets )
Eyes flared in agitation
Damasked in utmost lament
The tyrants laughed in vanity
Remains of his mother lie still
As if the winds were holding their breath
The urn cracked and cold as night
Alone, the eyes softened
His heart a hermit of radiance
Temples tingled as silence stayed
The unprofaned laughter now ash-shamed
Hot tears of fervor reduced their pig-headed ways
He kneeled to his mother as they gazed
In the urn she no longer cried
Even in the urn did she not abide
April 28, 2014
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