Quiet inspiration, a flickering flame,
A restraining hand with demure's acclaim.
Whispers of beauty, softly spoken with a sigh,
Belies the insight within that lifts the eye.
A demure muse, content to hide,
Modestly nurturing the wellspring inside.
No grand applause, no spotlight to glare,
Has the simply joy of creation to share.
In unpretentious grace, the muse remains,
Engaged in a demure and modest refrain.
For in being demure, the spirit's muse is free,
To yield what the brash, rude impatient cannot see.
Delicate demure dainty dandelion
Showing out in subtle ways
Perfection in symmetry
Beautiful against the verdant grasses
I revere you, dandelion.
You will always be a flower to me.
Charlie recognized grandma's neighbor Teresa the instant she looked up.
He had not seen her for ten years, but he remembered her kindnesses.
When grandma passed he felt too miserable to play with her kittens.
Teresa took it upon herself to look after the tiny beasts.
She also talked her parents into letting her take them home.
Which alleviated a huge problem for his parents who were allergic to cats.
Along with her kind eyes he found a kindred spirit and a beautiful smile.
Could I take you to lunch? He asked her.
Teresa nodded without words.
She was still demure and dainty.
His heart began building dreams.
April - breezy and demure -
Make yourself at home.
I’ve kept some tea warm -
So glad you're here.
I heard that you'd visit;
The birds announced your arrival
By chirp and warble -
I’d been waiting for it.
I saw wildflowers in full flush
Arrive just ahead of you.
The bees buzz as if to say “hello”
And throng around the brittlebush.
Company is such excitement!
Show me your light winds -
Stir them up in the mountains
But thirty days - then what?
Oh, pretty April – do not go –
You are one of my favorite guests.
Stay for a few months –
May calls but burns me so.
I was sedate once, dainty, delicate, demure, girly and feminine.
No you weren’t.
Sure, remember that day I wore the pink flowered dress?
And rolled in the mud with it? Yes, before I rolled in the mud.
I tried my fabrication on six more people.
They all knew me better. They clutched their sides and guffawed.
Some rolled on the floor and cried with screaming laughter.
I was never demure.
bleeding heart flower
dainty, demure, delicate
heart-shaped, my grandson points out.
he is the artistic child
she graces us with beauty during a short life span
leave her in the ground I tell everyone
like you would leave a heart in a chest.
uprooted, she will not thrive or survive.
They say this shall pass too,
But here I am standing in the never-ending queue,
On a road reflecting an infinite path in my rearview.
Slowly and slowly, it induces a demure attitude
Giving up on your jolly side along with it too.
Nothing is permanent under this changing blue
Except the blurry future covered with dew.
But instead of falling apart shortly
Look towards the dark side broadly
It made you realize that you are not alone totally.
Leaving behind all the delusion mindset
You walk towards your comfort nest
Away from the worries of the materialistic crew
Towards the dark side it is just you.
See her See me in Artistry
A portrait reveals one’s secrets age-old
Eyes tell a story without being told.Quote - poets own.
I look into her eyes and find myself
Feel all the hurts that I have ever felt
A grown woman and beauteous she is
Her refinement captured by the artist.
A little wry smile, a glint in her eyes
What observer could not be mesmerised
Sitting elegantly, posture demure
With the charm of mysterious allure.
I recall myself when I was a child
Unable to run free, forlorn, fragile
Time passes, we progress and learn to love
Counting our many blessings from above.
A magnificent creation of art
Captivating viewers hearts from the start
Sung and written of often down the years
Reducing many to weep silent tears.
Mona Lisa, I am her, she is me
Painting by Leonardo da Vinci.
9th November 2021
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Dawn Demure
Dawn December day.
Machine peacefully sleeps.
Slumber banished.
RAF pilot.
Spitfire!
Kept warm, mission time, Norway bound.
Snow, fjords, mountains.
Cockpit, aboard, checks,
rise, feathery clouds.
Recon.
Fine machine, woman.
Precision engine.
Exquisite cameras, spy on Nazi’s Christmas.
Thousand mile trip, freedom.
Gentle hearts, honest loving men.
Tirpitz photos, Whitehall desks.
Experts, delicately place,
five ton Tallboy bombs.
Lancaster love.
Endure Demure To Find Cure
Understand they did have much demure,
That would always allow them to endure;
Temptation fought,
And answer sought;
We must find womeone who has a cure.
Jim Horn
How tenuous, how softly demure,
Sounds this interlude, which I trying to catch!
Like bereft of a sigh, non formidable sketch
It is soaring around, immutably pure.
Je mourrais pour embrasser tes lèvres
demure propriety awaiting
mists uncover morning crest
arched along crimson tides
glances reflectively linger
last chances filling coffers
only pearls dare still sing
gentle waves wash
upward turns to heaven
Je veux embrasser vos lèvres
scorch your name
upon my naked soul
find me in fluid drips
of your attention
simply holding_
holding on
Ain't You Demure....Challenge
She rode in on a buckskin mare,
Tied up at Cote D'Zur
She sat down by a young cowboy -
He said "Ain't you demure."
She said,"My husband says 'lissome'-
And I prefer that tone."
He said," You're prob'ly cenosure,
But now you're all alone."
"I know you're tryin' for glamour -
You was an ingenue -
But there ain't no panacea
Just say what you can say."
Well, this went on for 'bout an hour -
Could be sempiternal.
The buckskin mare was gettin' bored
The heat was infernal.
The lather on the horses coat
Changed the buckskin's tone
It was downright chatoyant
As if some rare gemstone
And just then the husband walked in
As angry as he looked
What he did was ineffable
That cowboy's goose was cooked.
Well, she cooed and purred to calm him down
And whispered in his ear.
Her voice was downright mellifluous,
"Please let's get out of here."
May 12, 2016
The Silent One's Challenge
Azure demure
All the ideas that you’ve wrote down before
Have been thought about a thousand times or more
I sit on the train and it’s late
After the money has fell through the floor
It seems there are only boards and a door
It’s lazy to think that and wait
Potential and reason becomes your allure
I’m sure that I have talked to you encore
Thank God the weather does dissipate
The cat took a mouse from the field I’m sure
And it’s playing with it although the mouse is dead what a bore
The carnival comes to town or is it fate
"Canvas of Demure Dusk"
Amber canopy descends
Twilight fades to dusk
Celestial heavens dream
In posh perfumed musk
Violet veil weaves
Mysterious essence glows
Moistens golden leaves.
*For Nette Onclaud's Wonder of Dusk Seguidilla Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*Sept. 26, 2012.
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