Freed to be who I really am you see
thus my art folio came to be
Figuratives portraits all spontaneous
my style now extemporaneous
employing mind of heart
intuitive and spontaneous
rapture renews reverberations
effervescence extemporaneous
soul’s flicker-free flame breathes
both motionless yet pulsating
the energy grid comes alive
ushering bliss unabating
drag queens are exhilarating, exciting, expressive, enthusiastic
Their dexterous delightful minds discern society’s truths
There is an opulent mindset that allows extemporaneous joking
They are great at improvisation, their quips often impromptu.
They live in a world I can barely understand, yet I want to.
There is an honesty about them that makes them brilliant.
Their shows are effortless, smooth, freeing, revitalizing.
fuddy-duddy stuffed shirts will probably miss their shows.
I want to see them all, I love their wisecracks and their jokes.
adore their pretty dresses, high heeled shoes and glitzy makeup.
They are glamorous, gleaming, and gratifyingly glitzy.
They are fearless, living their truth, dazzling the rest of us.
evil elise either emitted or emoted expansive everyday E’s
elroy elephant embodies extemporaneous entrails with ease
ellie eggplant embroideries endometriosis, exacting it to its knees
emma emissary’s elderly eels expect eyes to show off their ESPs.
etta elegance extravaganza excites earthworms, electrician’s tease.
edward expectations entices earaches edging out evergreen trees.
elise, edwina and eloise eagerly expect estimated exactness in sprees.
evil elise either emitted or emoted expansive everyday E’s.
A Florida Man was in court
defending an arson report.
A lawyer for hire,
his pants caught on fire;
at least he now understands tort.
Denying the arson attack,
he need not be bothered with facts.
His extemporaneous:
the car burst spontaneous,
like his e-cig battery pack.
—————
A Florida lawyer was in court defending his client against an arson charge by suggesting the car spontaneously caught fire, when the e-cigarette battery pack in the lawyer’s pant shorted and set his pants on fire…
I want to discover a new way to balance on the tightrope.
I don’t want to push forward,
Nor do I want to roll backwards.
I surely can’t stay in one place for too long as they say,
But who hardly has time nowaday’s to rot at this time of age and wait for the grim reaper to stamp the big red “decay” onboard our faces?
It’s so unusual to walk backwards on my hands near the unknown.
Perhaps moving side to side will sub-due for now,
Until I falter to the choices of my extemporaneous circumstance.
I hate it when a old saying that is so bland & bleak such as,
"What came first, the chicken or the egg?"
Picked and rot out the black caged doves brains so intensively.
I say it was the soul that resided within the body & not the body forming around the soul.
Well of course they would react the way that they did,
After all, they’re impure imitations of false angels.
Without further notice,
If you are only keen to the idea of viewing our redundant self-loathing behavior in a black or white demur for the rest of your lively days,
You’re hurting your egotistical mindset and malnourishing your heart.
Shimmery “Sheemar” loves gleaming glitter.
It grabs my attention, fashion is energy emitter!
Stilettos, Gladiator, Boots or Ballerina, I need them all for a glorious glide.
Tik Tok, Tik Tok – they give a lovely stride!
Dungaree, Sheaths, Jeans, Corset or Ball gowns!
Fashion is what gives comfort in walking around!
Pastels, Nudes, Matts and Gloss – funky shades brighten up my smile!
Tattoos, Braids, Highlights, Nose rings, Danglers and Studs enhance my style!
All my accessories keep me high, they keep me glad - every little while!
Extemporaneous and Exultant!
Fashion is my passion, it perks me up and grants merriment!
"It's indeed a beautiful bestowment!"
Good humor invariably joust kneads...
snaking thru thicket of dense verbiage
lurks unsuspecting whopping belly laugh
unexpected tickling sensation smidge
suppressing guffaws verbose autograph
sneaky titters rustle pampas grass blades
contagious hilarity infectious
webbed woven linkedin hubbub buzzfeeds glades
innocent bystander adventitious
audiological accompaniment
extemporaneous choral delight
glorious fauna bursting bit torrent
blissful soundgarden electrifies night
encore performance generates applause
punctuating shrine till darkness withdraws.
out of the blue
extemporaneous
springtimes first cuckoo
Wiggedy-waggedy
Mrs. Joe Braggedy
flit about gossiping
spreading her lies,
spoke with no elegance
extemporaneous
scratching their itching ears
truth they despise.
(a Higgledy-Piggledy poem form)
if the boy did not return from the rhineland
he remained social and loquacious
he versed in music and was quite ambidextrous
his toy airplanes glittered in the sand
he lost his footing, he showed his hand
he sought to be carless and frivolous
his senses remained extemporaneous
he listened carefully for the iron gland
his gift was not to be unfounded
his turn was never to be
at long last, he finally did blossom
though lonely and confounded
to the flames of woe in the sea
his mind was wretched, among the flotsam and jetsam.
IT’S EASY NEVER TO STINK OF YOU
Everything in this m----r f-----g apartment has the stink of you
A stench that reminds me never to think of you
For were I to dwell on the past
I’d tell you how much time I knew our love wouldn’t last
And with extemporaneous and instantaneous reasoning I knew the causation as to why
Because how can it last when I laid the foundation of love with a lie?
Come here baby, into my arms
While I do everything to unfurl my charms
No web needed I as does a spider dare to weave
I’d just make them all f-----g believe
Now I cant’s sit on that death defined chair
Which now is a seat for only foul air
Because it reeks with the acrid odor of you and your body divine
A body that left its stench here although you’re no longer mine
The bed, the mattress, the night stand too
All of this s--t stinks just like you
And listen to me with both ears my ex-honey
To rid this place of your f-----g odor I’ll spend all kinds of money
© 2011.….free cee! Phreepoetree
IT’S EASY NEVER TO STINK OF YOU
Everything in this m----r f-----g apartment has the stink of you
A stench that reminds me never to think of you
For were I to dwell on the past
I’d tell you how much time I knew our love wouldn’t last
And with extemporaneous and instantaneous reasoning I knew the causation as to why
Because how can it last when I laid the foundation of love with a lie?
Come here baby, into my arms
While I do everything to feignl my charms
No web needed I as does a spider dare to weave
I’d just make them all f-----g believe
Now I cant’s sit on that death difined chair
Which now is a seat for only foul air
Because it reeks with the acrid odor of you and your body divine
A body that left its stench here although you’re no longer mine
The bed, the mattress, the night stand too
All of this s--t stinks just like you
And listen to me with both ears my ex-honey
To rid this place of your f-----g odor I’ll spend all kinds of money
© 2011.….free cee! Phreepoetree
She's enigmatic jazz
Duke's "Sophisticated Lady"
An original, unrepeatable moment
Ella's scat
spontaneous, extemporaneous
Melodic variation
Rhythm like a pulse
Miles' s dissonant resolution
Ornette's free-form come to life
A nuanced persona
informed by her own harmonic base
Billie's smoky ode to Miss Otis sans regrets
Like Bird when he drenched his sax with sweat
as he set the air aflame
Like aural combustion between us
too hot to be ever put out
IT’S EASY NEVER TO STINK OF YOU
Everything in this m----r f-----g apartment has the stink of you
A stench that reminds me never to think of you
For were I to dwell on the past
I’d dwell on a hell of a lot of time knowing love wouldn’t last
And with extemporaneous and instantaneous reasoning I knew the causation as to
why
Because how can it last when I laid the foundation of love with a lie?
Come here baby, into my arms
While I did everything to unfurl my charms
No web needed I as does a spider dare to weave
I’d just make them all f-----g believe
Now I cant’s sit on that chair
Which now is a seat for foul air
Because it reeks with the acrid odor of you and your body divine
A body that left its stench here although you’re no longer mine
The bed, the mattress, the night stand too
All of this s--t stinks just like you
And listen to me honey
To rid this place of your f-----g odor I’ll spend all kinds of money
© 2011.….free cee!
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