they will be here in a few hours General Gee said.
His face was whiter than the walking untalking dead.
Not the Geisha Militia I said, terror inside my head.
Yes, and they have new recruits and a leader, Red.
Red! My blood began shaking and quaking and stuff.
I was quivering now, there was no more bravado guff.
Red has a reputation for harming and messing you up.
We might as well surrender I said. Have you told King Sup?
King Sup is hiding under his mattress, way under the bed.
He is terrified of the Geisha Milita, especially the leader Red.
We were all under the bed soon, hiding there with the king.
“Avon calling!” the army said, as they pressed our ting-a-ling.
she held her head high
moved with elegance and grace
nurtured calm in her heart
her specialty ~ the tea ceremony
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A long tailed monkey
black as polished ebony
shrieked in frantic scrabbling
at the grey mouth
of a silver pouch
and danced on braided rope
with the paunchy pig
to hypno strains
on the gilded harp
plucked by geisha girls
hair bouffant and clasped
in shells and iridescent combs.
A geisha’s green grin is not a silky sin
She floats fuchsia hopes of elegance
Somehow she seems more of romance
Better than me with a wealthiest chance
Of getting a sponsor conquer she will
Woo his loyalty inspire him with thrill
Pouring her heart like a glass of saki
Shooting her shot like a pro in hockey
Yet skillfully so not at all a threat
His attention she holds as she is best
At conversation and celebration an art
Perhaps he too will spill his red heart
only
the
porcelain white face
of
the
geisha girl
snap open
and
close
her
Nakamichi
red fan
to
entertain
the
emperora
of
japan
through
the
choreography
of
the
gisha girl dance
pretty geisha in early morning
needs motivation
to open her lovely eyes
and get on with her day
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
refined Geisha
dressed to seduce
taught the best etiquette
polished painted face hides her feelings
cannot share them
she is a doll
Gloria, generous Geisha kitty was taught to be demure
She was not a whiner, barely issued whimper or purr
Wore flowers in her hair, her room was subtly perfumed
She held court in there, teaching tricks to those about to be groomed
She taught me too, granddaddy told his young grandson Might.
She’s rather long in the teeth now, though, isn’t that right?
That Gloria’s age had been mentioned was shocking to some cats.
Gloria’s children heard it and said “but she still catches rats.”
Green geisha grins
Charming the gentlemen
Eyes like chocolate pools
Drown in their sweetness
Their sweetness uniqueness
Able to sweep away grief
Smiling and styling
Dance romanced by
Graceful hands following
The glance of envy
Avoiding sin of selfish men
Entertaining in elegance
Geisha wrist gives a twist
Pouring hot tea delicately
With a sip from lotus lip
Chatter flatters intelligently
You will always wish
For a confetti kiss
Celebrated but not cheap
Not free.
A streak of moonlight, a mystic long, narrow lonely light
A balcony, hung up with an absolute emptiness. No one. None.
I was trying to find coping in strumming, sensing, palpable clairvoyance.
A streak of moonlight, a mystic long, narrow lonely night.
Busy Geisha, it is about a softener!
I chased Asma Ul Husna
I learned Az zahiru
I learned Al Batinu,
Then I looked into the clear blue lake
In the depth of the sky.
And waited for the entire day!
As it seemed, the prompt was
"Busy Geisha, it is about a softener!"
In blooms of haru
behold the lotus-eaters...
mystical flower!
Note: haru is the season
of spring in Japan.
A deep beneath the long and creeping
branch shadows of the hanging tree
Under it's protective glare in it's barren
tainted garden fair shackled down
in stocks
It's 1 and only single rose prances like a
dancing horse following whichever way
the waning waxing moon doth flow to
the salty sea breeze
As in the day the sun makes hey and
steals away the subtle scent it safely
stowed away inside it's brittle stem
In order to sharpen up it's prickly
thorn's it uses to keep and ward
errant stranger's passing bye from
praising it away
To give a lover as a gift so as to
prove his or her undying love or
total and utter commitment unto them
Or instead to place upon an unknown
paupers grave
Where sadly enough as well not a
1 single mourner came to see them
on their way
Oh
Sweet pasty Montreal
Service Geisha Girl
None of this makes sense at all
Certainly not life
Certainly not death
Calling card, heart shaped, scented with strawberry
Dot point offers plant remote scenario seeds
Swirled responses confuse clients, strings tangled
Caught in pitiless draught, swung by fastidious song
Men attempt to measure vapour, mind's desperation
Digs hungrily into collapsing burrows
Tunnel bends suddenly, bright Saint rays blinding
Instilling whites to irises burdened by jutting brow
Bosom bandaged in gilt silk gown rhythms innocently
Kimono openings brush bristled necks in eroticism
Tension simultaneously softens perception
Velvet weaves an inlet, secrets under her cummerbund
Unfamiliar ocean floor coral organism submerges
Carbon crumbling flame surmounts ash, absorbent
Finite fire paralised by Siren's immortal smiling
Fingers deftly unthread rationale, star array unrationed
Mild explosive conceals danger in magic
Moss pubis rises to challenge, a next breath
Taken as death's ultimate verdict, torture of relief
Vixen innoculates victim with vibrant vial of uranuim
15th March
Filtered heart
A geisha today a convict tomorrow
My mouths are all speaking
Blah Glad and Hah Sad
I cannot hear them for I am done
Broken and cracked, an egg of myself
A cowgirl whose nose is out of joint
A different smell than others have
My green eyes are a glory to my face
Looking at me from a mirror
Only I understand, and no one else can see
I am holding things together with
A pretend hand.
Secretly conducting a mariachi band.
A geisha today, a convict tomorrow.
If you knew what I was thinking
You would be ahead of the game.
I have mouths that listen and a nose
That speaks. I have eyes that don’t see
The cracks at all, loving myself
In spite of the blah glads and hah sads
I am all I have got, and it is more
Than enough.
A geisha today, a convict tomorrow.
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