Omniflage honchos disguise what they are.
An entourage won't arrive in electric cars.
The soul of our country is divided by scars.
Spun Mirage Verbiage from Decoupage stars.
Lumberhead puppets splinter society.
Knowing they subvert morality.
Playing truth or dare with frivolity.
Wholly exposing their dishonesty.
The leaders of free speech.
Alas, whose speech indeed.
When truth is viewed as crime.
In the Abyss of Lies.
A glamourous madame.
Prattled much Pablum.
Many feel she's plum out of charm.
Mirage Verbiage from these Decoupage Stars.
Categories:
decoupage, america,
Form: Quatrain
GOLD AND BLOOD
Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a
lotus leaf upon a sea
It floats on a lake of blood before
dawn turning hot burning blue
heat of her own blood
gold of her own heat
‘Let her not drown in
bloodied gold of red
running thick and deep’
So she murmured, so they did
To a shore of soft sand
Heart sailed escorted by
obsidian lidded dragons
gloomy gold unshackling
Guts, throat, tongue
puddle, pond, lake of
blood transmuted to turquoise
gold and blood morphing
Cupids created decoupage dishes
with bloodied dollars gold
called for another stint
to alchemise pentacles cold
Categories:
decoupage, color, dark, deep, emotions,
Form: Free verse
7. “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).
In Spring we are svelte and supple….youthful,
Summer brings our exuberant spirit to the forefront,
we dance, we waltz, we murmur our breathtaking
stories to each other!
Autumn tiptoes soon like a coy, veiled bride,
making us shiver with intriguing anticipation!
our colours turn so stunningly beautiful
we feel an ecstasy marvelling at our own lustre…
orange, scarlet, amber, tangerine!
oh my, fiery red hues envelop our sheen!
our prosaic existence fleets away,
we get intoxicated in a riot of colours!
begin to float in a sea of euphoria!
We float, we flutter.. we wander..
twirling, swirling, whirling in the air,
swooshing around the tranquil trees!
This is our only chance to soar above
our humble lives…we are not the prettiest flowers,
but we create a decoupage of kaleidoscopic
beauty, incomparable on its own!
"Feel Free" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Quote 7 Used
20 lines
Categories:
decoupage, autumn, nature,
Form: Personification
Inner self can hide
For only a short time
Grass that appears greener
Could be covered with slime
Exterior shells wither
Jewels loose their luster
While true beauty shines true
Where love and joy cluster
Choose wisely my friends
Look beyond the facade
Outward beauty duplicated
Is merely decoupage
Discerning eyes can see
Beyond the thin veneers
Courses can be corrected
When love, not lust, steers
Categories:
decoupage, lifebeauty, beauty,
Form: Free verse
These days life is like a rock skipping across a pond.
Thrown by a lover who hopes somehow to entertain.
I remember her loving ways; sweeter than any name could ever describe;
And she was a keeper too soon lost; but always remembered.
And I want so much; to see that me;
That once reflected in her eyes
As I look into nights illuminations;
It seems that here, lost dreams must live
And time eventually became the enemy of love.
And yet in a secret place of my mind are memories;
Memories of yesterday’s that were once my new tomorrows.
Now lost and laying about in a field of broken dreams
And I loved her; but all those years of subterfuge;
So often called my lessons in life;
Are embedded into my heart as a constant reminder;
Of yet another chapter in my noted chronicles of regrets.
Always regretting what was left behind;
Never learning to be still; I am pasted pieces.
Categories:
decoupage, lost love, lovelost, lost,
Form: I do not know?