Children love to play Grown Up
And choose bright, pretty dresses
They slap and dab loads of makeup
And strut like Greek empresses
They gab and gossip and chitter
As they parent their dolls
And sprinkle loads of cool glitter
As dolls walk down the halls
And as they copy our weird ways
We smile and nod with bliss
Their bumbling trips light up our days
Joy, don’t get beyond this
Because when we are real goody
And treat others like gold
They stop to sulk, and be moody
And miracles unfold
For then they ignore Dad’s back aches
Deadlines and piling bills
And parenting and all it takes
And say Growing up thrills!
Categories:
empresses, childhood, happiness, innocence,
Form: Rhyme
The power to create lies not beyond my grasp
Pawns of my making;
Kings and queens, monarchs and matriarchs
Emperors and empresses, enchantresses and peasants,
Even those who dared defy the gods,
Dare not defy me
An incidental untimely flick of my wrist
Is all it takes to erase your ephemeral existence
From even the most ancient of scrolls
Hidden behind the hushed
Dusty antique secretive oak doors
Of the world of the non-existent
Your fate is just a dark dice
I choose when to roll
Trials and tribulations
Judgement or redemption
Non is far from my caustic imagination.
An easy concatenation of your eternal verities
Can simply make me mess
With the threads of your sanity
And knock at the temples of your sanctity.
Create and destroy, make and shatter
All is just a fragment of my power.
I can make worlds attend their obsequies
And rulers of your time bow at my feet
I would be inclined to let you be known of my presence
But of all, none of you I deem worthy enough
To traipse in the halls of my courts.
As for to whom I owe this ode,
Dearest, are you sure you want to know?
Categories:
empresses, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
The blue rose with its poise is
Most maximizing mystically
miserably mesmerizing
Frame worthy for its blue
Attribute and its superior
Attitude makes good use of
Poses. Its slender frame knows
All fame epitome of
Excellency she draws the
Crowds to static admiration
The promising Petals Are
Savored by talented gardeners
What else could a rose be
Would a rose be if not blue
Should a rose be of immortality
What else can an admirer see
If not the bluest hue naturally
A rose can be lilac even
Purple or red white yellow or
Black, all of that is fine but of
Course the blue rose impresses
Empresses devastatingly
Royal thus devine
Categories:
empresses, beautiful, color, power, rose,
Form: Free verse
women of dusk and dawn
who love to feast on their senses
in a banquet ripened by love and courage,
chilled to last till the moonlight
bequeaths more hours for stories
about earth's flesh...
oh, let the first drone of music
praise the female spirit voluptuous
as hips sashay in gaiety wildly wet,
empresses hunting for the eyes of god in men
softly flowing in veils of mystery
that hover in the fragrance
housed in chambers of rich legends
and reality: taste their tears,
cuddle the apples of fertile breasts…
yet no one can touch their essence
or own life’s primeval wombs;
women are women like their children
defying any explanation.
Contest of Chantelle Anne Cooke Favorite Free Verse
2/4//2019 Repost
Categories:
empresses, mystery, woman,
Form: Free verse
Lonely hand and mind have always seemed to pair,
with ditty phrase or intricate, vivid hue.
On keyboard, paper, or canvas wall, I share
to continue what a filled heart wants to view.
All of my life, I have had this love affair
that has lifted spirits when feeling quite blue.
No greater a gift with famed expectation
giving an empty soul gratification.
Ink that empresses a life with so much zeal
secures a weakened breast with real affection.
Embodies a boring light within to feel
the lone beauty of intimate perfection.
A finished product breathtaking and real
only adds to life’s ultimate collection.
Allow love affair to endure evermore
satisfying me more dearly than before.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Third Place Winner ~ "The Ottava Rima, New Love” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jared Pickett
Jan. 10, 2011
Categories:
empresses, art, love,
Form: Ottava rima