Blown along this windward stretch
Dressy shadowy
As light of step, skied a-twirl
Savour each birch-girl.
Swept, enriched, up in whose fame
Dazzles ghostily
Now to whose art converted
Pavlova's; well-bred.
Tiny, my precious one-eyed ball of fluff --
with oh so sharp teeth and claws --
is disarmingly warm and cuddly but
often still quite skittish,
and stand-offish.
She purrs non-stop, contented,
when safely protected, on my lap
while being stroked. Her food and her water
bowls are clean and full
and her litter box is mostly promptly
emptied, refilled, odorless
and sanitized.
So what if she nips playfully
at my aged paper-thin skin?
Also she may snag my dressy
seldom-donned attire with those
sharp claws. But
she over-pays her board, her daily care,
with fond head nudges, and with her
unabashed preference for me
above all others, even now,
when I may no longer be,
to others, what I was.
To her, still, this outer shell
is precious, is safe,
Is reciprocated love,
is home,
is everything.
When I’m all dressy, you adore my charms -
I’m reaction-affected straight into your arms.
When morning touches our bed, our snuggle wiggles closer -
Light touches us as one and soft kisses are freshly begun.
In lighthearted moods, we laugh and play in rain -
Building ample joy to sail through any life strain.
We share secrets, dreams and life stories -
We grow by delving into all life categories.
Before night embraces our star bound wishes -
You seal them ambitious in love sewn stitches.
What I watch, you see, too;
When you need a fan, that is who I am;
When I laugh, it is echoed by you;
When in need of a listener, my ears heed;
What I feel, you seek to reveal; and
When you find joy in any minute, I am in it.
Content, you read your book while these words I write,
yet you have no knowledge of even being here tonight.
You have never gazed at me with love in your eyes
or even acknowledged me when I was within your sight.
Love thru fantasy is all I have to stifle my heart cries
and keep my entirety safe from unrequited love demise.
They call her green
Her eyes are mean
She’s blowing steam
She comes on scene
This type of weakness
Is of some uniqueness
Devoid of any sweetness
Absent of any neatness
Inadequate tendencies
Personal discrepancies
She can lack maturity
It’s a seething insecurity
The Envious desire
Can quickly catch fire
The drama’s quite dressy
It can make life quite messy
When desire’s the goal
You’ll fall in this hole
And it will take its toll
As It feeds on your soul
At the vanity I sit
While my radio plays hits
A blank canvas stares back
Time for some beauty hacks
I hope the gods can hear my pleas
As I sit here and try to tweeze
An eyebrow shape that isn’t messy
Not too shabby, not too dressy
Some mascara and primer
And just a little bit of liner
A swipe of cherry lip gloss
I apply it in a cross cross
Dab, cover up, and powder
I turn my music up louder
It’s not just habitual
It’s a daily ritual
A repetitive task
Just to put on a mask
But it makes me feel good
Quite more than it should
I squeeze into a skinny dress
Beauty is a pain I guess
Even so, I’ll still impress
I’m not even gonna stress
Because even when I’m a mess
I gotta say I still look blessed
Just need a bit of setting spray
And I’m ready to take on the day
Eyeshadow specks gracing the floor
Glitter and gemstone diamonds galore
I glance at the mirror as I walk out the door
I’m looking my best but who’s keeping score
1950’s wear
teenage boys loved them
less scraped knees for sure
girls wanted them too
they can be frayed
dressy or plain
embroidery them
or add some lace
solid blue
workman pants
dungarees
daily
denim
jeans
The entire train became quiet and still, and it is usually shady
All because of the entrance of a Victorian-clad dressed up lady.
Who is she? I asked. No one seemed to know, but they were all in awe.
She’s a cat in a dressy dress, I thought, so lah-dee-dah.
In the dining car it happened again. All went still when she walked in.
What is it about her? I wondered, she was dressed up to her chin.
So I finally asked the guy who had stopped laughing, not even a grin.
It’s Miss Havvisham from Great Expectations, and ain’t she prim?
In his weary hour
The legumes blossom on time;
Out of jocundity in honour
Of the beautiful turf
The drowsy peasant peak.
His weird blistered palm blimey,
His nasty regalia wretched,
He produces plenty and eats small
He produces good and eats bad
To the nobles he worked,
The dark noxious pest
Ravage and wrest
The peasant-shaddock
This tonic the dressy peasant
A nocturnal haunter.
This extempore task
Demoralizes his sinew
His swansong
Rhythmically envelops
In serenity and drone.
Each rising smoke
Nervous him to move.
This previous eyes
That know no peace
By the smiling scorching sun.
At the dark hour
He puts on his clogs
And marched to the farm shack
There he finds the beetles
On the yam.
The great anxiety of the peasant
Is the bragging fire of winter
He fasted to lull it
He became gaunt
The sturdy peasant.
The time unknown: the blazing fire
Burnt the bedecked bower
The ranch house and the lettuce
Barefooted staggered him
To the farm with his straw hat
And met the yelling ashes
The cracking twigs of cocoa plant
The peasant live no day
Longer than that and slept
Dressy reindeer was given a marvelous outfit to wear.
To show off to the rest of the herd, most amazed and aware.
She was something special, a reindeer to admire and revere.
Many of the male reindeer admired her flirtatious rear.
Dressy reindeer was fashionable, dressing in Parisian clothes.
She never seemed to be common or had our regular woes.
I admired her from afar, and was never her confident or friend.
Intimidated by her for decades of years, until the end.
When I did finally meet her, we got along in a blazingly good way.
She would always ask me to linger a bit longer to have a nice stay.
I think of all those years where her beauty intimidated me.
Feeling guilty about generalizing her, I would stay a bit longer for tea.
Believe it or not her woes were the same as the rest of our woes.
She had lots of weird fetishes, she was afraid of humble plain clothes.
Her husband had been a rounder, finding other ladies pretty.
I stayed and admired her, her sense of humor was witty.
Have we ever met?
May be for only one yet
Probably time isn't well set
Questions are of mess
If it doesn't follow NO or YES
Which doesn't permit one to digress
This makes up a system
That looks at things from the stem
Hiding the root that can wholly condemn
You aren't messy
Though cool and dressy
Casual or official never lack accuracy
It seems I err
Of what my mind's eyes stare
And what my heart's cares spare
Room for rote
Will glow up the antidote
To heal next what heart and mind promote
Can this be an error?
From even heart and mind's terror
Lacking legit lens filming cool horror
For the fun of it
Can this make a hit?
Studying the dim flow briefing lit.
Lots
of years
now have passed
since couples parked
to romance lovingly after their ride-
wearing dressy clothes 1930s style!
These days- replaced
with frayed jeans
cool tees-
done!
August 23, 2021
Contest: Double Tetractys
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Photo Used: #1 (On Left)
Syllables: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1
smooth silky shiny seductive sassy
wedding white or little girl dressy pink
you are the star of the show at church
you scrunch up in such lovely ways
smiling through your creases
Chellophat was written
for the movie
"Linquist"
it's a soothing bassy, horn and string
ensemble that caters to music lovers
who enjoy soothin, deep bassy grooves.
the "Chellophat two step" is the dance
that was developed for the song.
in the movie they used the original groove
and the remixed street groove
the song is actually twenty two minutes long.
it is broken down in part
the first area is called...Soothie
the second part is called...,pass the imperfections
The thrid is called real show, neath the dressy night ssky( star is born)
the fourth is Bassey bottoms Grind
it has four solos
Frenchhorn duet with a bassoon
and two parts with lyrics,
by four different singers
the music has a chorographer who
developed the Chellophat slide and the Grippy Groove tease
and of course the "Chellophat Two step"
The up beat " calm the shores mandance"
Weary words whine
Shape shifting spine
Lift lonely lines
Bring bubbly brine
Line lavish list
Glimpse glitzy gist
Ink impulse if
Love lessons lift
Heap hurting heat
Size sloppy seat
Juice jumpy jest
Feed funny fest
Nude nature note
Thrill touchy tote
Stay solemn say
Please picky play
Meek mindful muse
Apt art amuse
Face fuzzy frame
Niche naughty name
Work welcome way
Drill dressy day
Leon Enriquez
05 March 2019
Singapore
Her dressy-dress with polka dots.
As boys count them they get the hots.
They stop at thighs.
Swirl of those pert little circles,
higher and higher encircles.
Fever does rise.
Like a quiz, eyes fill in the dots.
One by one the boys take a shot.
They birth their lies.
Each competitive archer, shoots
For the center, as the prize hoots —
Her laugh not shy.
Those little pearls of color red
and her dressy-dress knocks them dead,
as lost boys sigh.
Except for one boy whose hatching
a plot — he’s wearing a matching
polka dot tie.
1/9/2019
Polka Dots/Edward Ibeh
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