My earrings from the Isle of Skye
Got complimented twice
And though I wear them for myself,
Acknowledgement is nice.
A local Scottish artist
Finds the sea glass on the beach
And forms it into shapes, at prices
In most tourists’ reach.
The ones I bought are silver
And they look like dangling fish
Filled with colors to resemble
What they’d look like as they’d swish.
But the best part when I wear them’s
Not attention to their style;
It’s the memory of being there
On that delightful isle.
The complete loss of naivety doesn’t necesseraly lead
To cynicism cause it would be too dramatic
Its just a usual way of life
As it is, no naivety, no cynicism
Though you’d like to have them in stock
Just in case you’d need some of it again
But the problem is, sellers are gone
Those good sellers, who could get anything you wanted
Some of them have become state officials
Others have converted to Buddhism
And a few have delved deep into the sweet dullness
Of privacy in the countryside homes
But sooner or later you realize
That you own them for free
Naivety and cynicism
Absolutely like new, here they are
Well shaped, exquisitely elegant
With a little leaf on the ends
Looking exactly like the earrings we bought you last summer
You can wear them again, why not
No one will notice, what these items are
They’d only see the earrings.
She wore chandeliers on her ears
Her smile beaming between her ears
Her earrings danced to the tunes of her feet
Her movements like her dancing earrings, so upbeat
She turned her head and diamonds sparkled
touching her eyes
She looked up and caught me by surprise
Her companion moved into the room
And she smiled at her handsome groom
Spaces I had dreamt myself to be in
She said something and they both laughed
Her chandelier earrings caught a spark
He tucked her loose lock behind her ear
To mark a tender moment and hold it dear
I wondered why she chose to wear
My gift of those beautiful chandeliers
Maybe she wanted me also to be near
I turned around not to show my tears!
After grandma’s death, no one could find grandma's best earrings.
Pink pearled delights that grandma liked best, they were quite rare.
Gram’s best friend Jenny helped us look; but they were nowhere found.
We accused each other of stealing, three granddaughters, playing around.
The other two had not visited Grandma after she got sick.
Even at Christmas, making up a variety of excuses, many slick.
On my birthday I received a package with a return address from Gram.
She had sent me her pink pearl earrings; this felt like a grand slam.
I asked Jenny about it and she said, sorry, honey, I am sworn to secrecy.
Don’t wear them around the other two, just between Gram, you and me.
Marquise
Cinque linking
Amaranth medallion
Allows a diamond star to form
Immaculate teeth, glace cherry smirk
Swinging on invisible link
Sheriff starlight centre
Spikes squeezed between
Marquise
14th July 2022
Written for Contest; Radical Rictameter
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Earrings come in different forms and shapes!
But from time immemorable they have stood
For prestige, wealth, power and authority!
This season, God is restoring us with gold earrings,
That was once stolen from us by the enemy!
Protect them! This time no one will be able to
Take it away from you, because
God will set His angels on guard to watch
Over all what He has given you
As a birthright for an inheritance!
As we diligently harken to the voice of God!
Those earrings will be ours forever!
For, we will be known as a people
Blessed and favoured by the Almighty God!
She liked to wear long earrings
The ones that danced about her face
Moving about keeping up with her pace
The long coloured feathers she wore
She surely adored, she caught a dream
With a smile in-between, who could ask for more!
Those long coloured beads no one could read
Small glass balls or even seeds
Gold danglers she wore fit for a queen
Matching her smile like the sun’s gleam
Her favourite were her silver hoops
Like the moon it showed up in loops
When she wore it the night surely drooped!
30.6.22
Every day, when I get dressed,
No matter how I’m feeling,
I choose the clothes that, comfort-wise,
I find the most appealing.
I may not see another soul,
(My husband, though, excluded)
Yet for my day to rock and roll,
I would be quite deluded…
If nothing dangled near my face,
For earrings are required
And every morning I embrace
A pair that I’ve acquired.
Some favorites tend to reappear
But since I have so many,
You’d never glance at either ear
To find me without any.
My husband wonders why do I
Insist on this tradition.
My answer, given with a sigh,
Might spark some recognition.
It cheers me up to add a bit
Of charm to my reflection;
Those earrings also benefit,
Diverting close inspection.
First outings (not a date exactly)
someone you’re impressed with.
You trot out your best anecdotes
and venture small confidences.
You have to decide which “you” to show
- the serious-seeming student, the ditz,
the pianist, the Tom Brady fan, the writer.
He does an impression of Tom Hanks
that was very good and very funny.
“It could have been worse,” I said,
but he knew what I meant.
“It’s my party trick,” he said.
I thought of a long ago prom after-party
- a guy removing my pierced earrings with his tongue
which sent chills up my spine and then grinning with pearls in his lips.
We’re here, in the new, the now
but we’re married to memories.
She Looked Like…
A Christmas tree
Decorated all over
With appendages!
A scarf round her neck
To keep out the chills
A mask on her face
To keep the virus
Out of her place
Her internal workings
Needing protection
And glasses…
So she could see her way
To those essential shops
Where a smile might greet her
And take away…
The weight of her meagre shop
Later and returned home
Her hat removed
The dangly earrings
Came into view
Nodding a cheery hello
This noticed by herself alone
She lived in isolation
And far from her old home
Where she had raised her family
She would see them again soon
my feet in sinking sand
then waves crash back in
my happy place, my joy,
my grace
crabs released at dusk
i laugh and run for cover
will i ever dive back in
to swashy sand
i might, i must
regrettable
my trust
but who cares
to feel the hot sun
on tanning skin
the scent of coconut
the touch of seagrass
even cigarettes left
on tawny beach
and watch parasailors,
skipping beats of motorboats
knee deep in it now
waist deep
holy cow
the taste of salt
upon my tongue
like mannah
to this chilly wilderness
of quarantine
laughter of little minds
building castles,
watermines
toesies dipping
anxiously —
waterbabies in the making
baking mudpies
percolating tides
swan dives into cool Caribbean waters
heaven on earth
turquoise blue
piercing my ears —
the heart of the ocean
skipping stones
8/15/2020
Today is her birthday ring all the bells
Today is her birthday for one who excels
Today be prepared ~ be warned ~ be aware
The grooviest grandma
With flowing red hair
Will be hitting the town
In her gold lamé gown
On the tiniest of feet
Oh so comfy ~ so sweet
Shimmering ~ Silver ‘Birks’
‘Cos to wear any others
Quite frankly really hurts…
A scarlet feather boa
Think you already know her?
Chandelier earrings almost touching the floor
She is Sassy ~ Saucy ~ Sexy too
Hey ~ have you almost guessed who?
With her beloved pussy Irene ^~^
Who really thinks she is the Queen
Robed head to tail in emerald green
A classier pair you've never seen
As a friend she makes me smile
for this I love her all the while
I love her total eccentricity
her passion and her honesty
Happy Birthday salutations on this day of celebrations
Sending love and hugs across the world from Ann your biggest fan
To my dearest Panagiota my poem is my gift to you
Enjoy your day ~ in your unique way ~ as only you can do…
Written 13th March 2020
I say the love was lost when he goes there and do the unexpected.
Its like he wanted to hurt me so he used sex as a weapon.
I think I would be a fool to ask was it unprotected.
But I suspected it to be more than BS besides excepting this.
Just let me clarify the evidence.
All the info up until this point has been very relevant.
Even the MF, who bought me the info stick out like an elephant!
Damn!
I'm trying to figure out why everybody wanna mess up my happiness.
Nevertheless, I'm lady-like pissed.
I'm sipping on Hennessey.
Listening to Mary J. Blige greatest hits.
As I let the tears fall behind
My Shades, Earrings, & Lipstick
collecting seashells
her deaf ears hear the whole joy
nothing else matters
HOT EARRINGS
Tri-tangled and brushing
Along your cheek
As you take a sip
Click, click, click
Your hair crosses over your skin
Bliss
I wish I could
Kiss, kiss, kiss
Your jaw is slipping forward as you
Drink and mint
Drink and mint
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