This place where once this stony throne once held
such dreams that only youthful minds conceive
and where the child within myself once dwelled
with innocence so pure I could believe.
Yet now this debutant sits here again,
no magic nor a love at beckon call,
and wonders where it all begins and ends
like our words in chalk were carefully scrawled.
Though even in the rains they're washed away,
they own a place in time when we were free
and here forever's where my heart will stay
and welcome all of time to share with me.
So I will dwell here longer in my lair;
for all eternity my life prepares.
Nov. 13, 2019
Categories:
debutant, life, love,
Form: Sonnet
A thrill of autumn debutant debrief
with row on row of bushes blooming red
releasing winds of change upon the reef
autumn bids her hues of mournful reds ;
the bristle pinecone clings to scented pine
and dances in the breeze then all around
as trinkets fall abreast time after time
the nutmeg earth rejoices without sound
in gentle motion earth's rotary stirs
fulfills the promise of a season's page
October and November breezy whirrs
find aim and turn their colors brown to sage
as cooler nights attend our entourage,
we welcome her by harvest's old adage.
Categories:
debutant, appreciation,
Form: Sonnet
My Fantasy Love
I remember it like it was yesterday, that time when we first met,
I saw you from across the room, a day I’ll never forget.
Your well groomed hair and dapper dress, immediately caught my eye,
With clouded vision, heart fast beating, I missed you walking by.
I remember it like it was yesterday, that time when we first met,
You asked me to dance and I said yes, nervous with palms of sweat.
I felt like a young debutant, at her coming out ball,
The only thing missing was the fancy white dress, complete with camisole.
I remember it like it was yesterday, that time when we first met,
You re-appeared out of nowhere, like a shadowed silhouette.
A smile darned my face again, and I wanted to know your name,
Then out of the blue, you presented me with a bouquet of candy canes.
I remember it like it was yesterday, that time when we first met,
I saw you from across the room, a day I’ll never forget.
Its many years later now and the memories still remain,
So cheers to you, My Fantasy Love, as I sip my pink champagne!
Written © 12/6/15
Submitted for: Poetry contest First Love
Sponsored By: Frank Herrern
Categories:
debutant, crush, cute love, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
A bright star shines
To the exalted constellations
May I present this debutant?
A poor man sleeping
Wrapped in golden tinfoil
In a doorway
It’s so cold tonight, outside at least
Beneath the splendid sky
I wonder is he dreaming
While I walk by
©dbyrne dec 25th 2013
Categories:
debutant, christmas,
Form: Free verse
ExploreWriteThe Debutant Sun
The sun was in full dress,
A golden beauty,
Wearing a bright red tiara.
She spread her dress like
A debutant over the clear
Blue ocean, then with grace,
Sprinkled sunbeams
That glistened, riding the
Waves...
We bathed in the warmth of her smile
Collected sea shells as tangible
Treasures to place at her feet.
Cynthia
Categories:
debutant, nature,
Form: Free verse
From a distance, she is full of grace
Floating in the air in an angel’s space
Perfectly dressed, not a hair out place
Diction is perfect, she is articulate
Back straight, shoulder’s down
Head back, do not look around
She smell’s of flowers, has skin like silk
Drives a car the color of milk
Educated, debutant, and elite
Recognized everywhere, even on the street
Green paper not an issue
“God Bless You” she will give you a tissue
Family dinners, proper seating
Forks, knives, spoons all know their places
Napkins play a part, before we can begin to start
Only one arm you have when you eat
And, God forbid, you had better be neat!
For this is not a party for dinner
This is an actual event....
My hair is quite chaotic
The clothes on my back make me look like I am going to attack
The color of my car looks like a green vegetable
Educated still trying, proper I want to pop her.
My green paper is made of construction
Utensils, I only use a fork by reason of deduction.
Look, two arms I have “that's neat!” dear God I’m hungry, let’s eat!
Holly P. Moore
October 2012
Categories:
debutant, funny, mother, god, car,
Form: Free verse