Late,
the morning glories rise
passionate, royal, magenta blooms trumpeting,
helloes and goodbyes;
novice neophytes falling
into lavender blush dream states
succumbing to a mellowed change in weather
cooler days awakened by pale aging sunlight
soft, restless breezes
in the trees shedding leaves;
twilight for the foliage
a lurid golden year half-light dulcet dawns,
scarlet carmine sunsets, waning,
whispering not shouting
carnelian nights humming a lullaby,
serene, euphonious,
clouded eyes struggling to remain awake
buddings small and petite,
placid emollients of day;
shaded out of scathed hunter greens
falling to lemon camboge
limed colored oranges,
harvest time citrus afterbites
commencement to vermillion bleedings
September full blood moon phasings,
in crisp kaleidoscope etchings
of a well-painted palette
sepia rusettes, auburn,
ambered melancholia disturbances;
sanguine shortened days,
arboreal sleep, brittle and dry
les Feuilles Mortes.
Mystic Rose contest of Hello September
9/17/21
Categories:
emollients, autumn, color, september,
Form: Narrative
Child of black skin
You're crushing on the silent wind
With words beneath your smile
Emollients that softens your lips
Colourful,
as summer's day
Eyes so slick beneath that ink
The soot that thickens and darkens your lashes
The vision beautified through your enhanced lashes
Carbon black that defies your fair skin
The roots that run deep
The dark melanin skin
That genes keep
Child of black skin
You're blushing at
a restless road
And winds that kisses your skin
Its current caresses your hair
Embrace the glitter that sparkles
When you flick the hair off your shoulder
Nobody is perfect
But pretense looks good on you
The cap you wear boosts your confidence
Synthetic
You're conditioned to believe that
Embrace the knots
and curls
on your scalp
Child of black skin
You are walking into reality
Your ample figure
A perfection that could inspire a sculptor
Sensually appealing
A leashed morality
Words sharper than scalpel
They don't define you
You define your self
With your ample
figure yourself
and embrace it
Copyright 2018 Itux
Categories:
emollients, beautiful, beauty, black african
Form: Free verse
This is a hymn for a him,
Close your eyes, imagine,
Soft, dextrous hands in motion,
Soothing aching muscles with lotion,
Smoothing with unguents,
Rubbing with emollients,
R......E......L......A.....X......I......N......G.....
You'll wake up smiling,
I'll ease away your frowning,
Compliant massage dreaming,
Healing hands for him,
Close your eyes, imagine............
Categories:
emollients, fantasy, imagination, woman,
Form: Free verse
So those long sought days are here.
Grass turns green.
Emollients, making their way
to nourish buds, stop,
for the sake of
pollination, moisture
become the hero,
uds sit, waiting for sunlight
waiting for sunlight
Then, becoming modified,
No longer are they buds,
earing beaut;
as if, created by a skilled hand
Categories:
emollients, flower,
Form: Free verse
The inviting scent of love and innocence
that once emanated from your adolescent heart
now breathes of the most odious redolence
from which your malefic soul painfully imparts.
Your eyes that once flickered to capture my heart
have grown distant and dim from the vim of hell
that lurks cold and impatient beneath the dark
thoughts that will forever plague your murderous soul.
Your touch that once warmed my coldest of waking dreams
has grown brittle and rigid from the withering
emollients of blessings that God anoints our souls
with while we lay in the womb of His love unperishing.
And I say unto you that no angel in heaven
shall wave a wing to proffer a soothing breeze
within the slightest of reprieve towards the seething
temp of the damned from which you shall never leave.
Categories:
emollients, inspirationallove,
Form: Free verse