With such feminine flamboyancy
this maiden sways in sassy motion
flashing, flitting, flaming a sweet minuet
beneath a mural of moonlit madness,
her flared gown fair as gemmed feathers
this one white rose, radiantly rising ,
her flight of fancy floating on yard's floor
and like a nubile nymph of nightfall;
she parades with petals on a pageant...
How this femme fatale; a floral rune
glides gaily...such sizzling sensation,
goddess of spring's glossed grandeur!
Well, it's half-past September.
Autumn and Fall are having their annual jurisdictional dispute
As to boundaries and length of contract.
The leaves are either burnt, flaming, a-flame,
Blushing, scarlet, rosy, rusty, reddish, or foxy.
The pumpkins are waiting for Charlie Brown and Linus to show,
The Witches Coven Convention will convene at month’s end.
The flowers are retreating, slowly, each hoping to linger
Into one more warming sunrise.
A few diligent honey bees wait to greet them.
School buses hunt for unwary children.
Books bid them “come, join me,
Let us travel past the crusted cover into the realm of the imagination”.
A thin crust of ice will soon silence the pond.
September, caught between the aura of Autumn and the fire of Fall,
Smiles as its gentle breezes call the tune.
I wish I knew how to cheat, it's something I just don't know how to do.
If someone taught me how to cheat, perhaps I'd be a better liar.
If I knew how to be a liar, for sure I would know how to cheat.
I'm a compulsive liar, believe me...I am telling you the truth.
I don't cheat, I wonder...is it my wife or my girlfriend that's cheating.
My own gypsy roaming in countless hemispheres
A painter who splashes emotions of life’s tones
Maybe a lightkeeper flaming a child’s wonder
Also, a bookworm awed by enigmatic anti-heroes
My siblings’ event planner for grand occasions
Yes, a film buff loading adrenalin at plot’s turn
This off-key singer come open mic time
An insolent activist when values are compromised
My kin’s nervous wreck... afraid of heights
A non-stop dancer jigging even on tabletops!
Indeed, an angel card reader faking psychic powers
A believer of joy based on destiny number 7
The female version of Pan trapped in child-like whims
An incurable romantic who dreads goodbyes
This poet draining the marrow of a parched pen
A meditation/ yoga soul grounded in nothingness
Thus, one pilgrim in search of my higher self’s grail
~ In my roller-coaster, charmed world, I am still
finding parts of myself that thirst to be known.
I AM Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
5/11/2020
Shavous, True to Us
Rosh Hashanah of Fruits,
Literally, When Tree Fruit Blossoms,
Figuratively, Free Do-It Creativitus,
Earth was Created for Man's,
Improvement by Applicus,
Of Torah Chiddush Wisdoms!
1st 2,000 Years were Barren "Tohu"-ous,
Post Har Sinai, Inventous Peoples' Brainstorms,
Thus, Mortals, Sans Angels, Torah "Safeguardous",
Since Only Man Could Mind Contradictions,
Possible True Welfare, Wedding Any Multiple Versus,
Rambam's "Shalom Emes": Torah in Stark Distinction,
To Other Beliefs' Messages to Us,
To Wit, Feelings Define Right Action,
By Contrast to Absolute "True or Falsous",
Over & Over, the "Nachas", Cunning Deception,
Pulling the Wool Over the Righteous!
Shavous, also Rosh Hashanah of Learning,
Judgment on Next Year's Acquiring Torah,
Thus, Instead of Flailing, Earning,
Internalizing in that We "Soar-ah",
Satisfying Wings Earnest Yearning,
By Disowning Olam HaZeh Mesorah,
Of Narashkeit Replaced by The Discerning,
Taryag Sensitivities, the Infinite Aura,
Held Back Since Creation's Beginning,
Antidote to Amelek, A "What Ails Cure-a",
Elevating Our Commitment is like Lightning,
Flash Flaming a Gourmet Flambé Endura!
With such feminine flamboyancy
this maiden sways in breathtaking movements
flashing, flitting, flaming a sweet minuet--
beneath a mural of moonlight’s alchemy,
her flared gown fair as sequined feathers
that midway, in birdsong's sultry melody,
her flight of fancy floats on my garden- floor
and like a magical sylph in tints of magenta,
she mingles with blooms on lawn's mainstage—
oh this femme fatale; a Mayflower,
mantling the pageant of summer's first festival!
For Brian Strand : Alliteration Contest
I can not sleep
I awake in the middle of the hour
A sound of silence
I can not see
I want you for a lifetime and more
You found a mystery in me
A passion that was hidden
Your words do not escape me
My mind is alive a mind that has no longer died
The smile I share is indeed a smile I now find
A lifetime I will hold to you a bonding
A knowing I now have a time of purity
A sense of a hearts that are joined
I see now where I am meant to be
To adore with such adoring times
I feel the sense of the purest love
That lays around us Its shine is for all to see
I remember each moment we share
I crave till the next time I hear you breath
I love with all I am to be near to your being
A heart that is loving of mine I see I feel I want
We stand tall like the mountain top reaching for the star
A calming time within two I know you are the last man I will kiss
A flame that is flaming a scarlet dawning
I love my lifetime in your hand
Of a adoring lifetime to be shared
I want you for a lifetime and more
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