Motivated by Lilibet Wallpaper
"Chickens will do." And a pause
"For another yard of georgette linens too."
And every capped reasons opened at last,
as a stair, for a stare, to ask about the rear,
"What about the full cotton fabrics or Chinese poplin?"
And impeccable time smiled on me, " Rather, this should be bobbling, that is inevitable."
"Ed good, this is still an issue room for mending.
Are you in?"
"Precisely! Exactly for what?" I heard.
"Is it the hall room? Or the ballroom?" I asked.
"It seemed a courtroom though." I heard my question answered, seemingly, in a bit startled voice.
"Nope. It is not a room, It is a table salt, tied to a prayer, that gifts the container, the neon, and the utility, and God willing, the next day we are expected to find the room." After a while, the assurance delivered.
"Though shawl thee!" I intervened.
"let's go home! Shall we?"
There was a young girl called Paulette
with a temper that was hard to forget
she had a baby doll called Georgette
and one day when Paulette was upset
because she could not find her barrette
she threw Georgette and was full of regret
oh so sad, she put baby in her doll bassinet
and lay all night in bed weeping till the sunset
she acknowledge to herself a spoiled mindset
promising that her spoiled ways she would reset
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November 10, 2021
Poetry/Monorhyme/Paulette - 1
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1405-680-10
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Paulette 1
sponsor, Julia Ward, Judged 12/14/2021
I know I should not whine or frivolously fret,
but I believe I have lost my pet marmoset.
I have also lost a blue barrette, a red tea set,
and a beautifully carved purple aigrette.
They all went down in the drain,
putting me in a particularly uncomfortable cold sweat.
I did not mind losing Jeanette,
a snake who was never an exceptionally kind or loving pet,
I am sad about losing my baby’s bassinet
and a tiny edge of my bathroom’s finest moquette.
They both fell down the storm drain,
when I paused to look at my rapidly disappearing tea set
Way down deep in the bowels of the sewer,
and I am especially sad to lose my pet marmoset.
Here comes another person.
She has lost a briquette, diskette,
and a sliver of yellow georgette.
Written 2-28-2019
Contest: Down a Storm Drain Gone Forever
Sponsor: Eve Roper
We first met at the Obsidian Bar,
on a night that I will never forget.
She’s dressed to the nines; like a movie star
in charcoal satin and sable georgette.
I catch the scent of ashes of roses,
as wisps of smoke drift from bright crimson lips.
Like a Vogue model, she sits and poses,
a tall glass of absinthe she gently sips.
With cerulean eyes, which shine so bright,
ivory skin like a porcelain doll.
She caught my eye; it is love at first sight
her captivating beauty does enthral.
She’s on her own, so I ask her to dance,
New Year bells ring, heralding our romance
Won in Midnight Romance Contest
Sponsored by Dale Gregory Cozart
10 syllables per line checked with how many syllables
words to be used: obsidian, charcoal, sable, absinthe, cerulean, ashes of roses, porcelain, ivory, smoke, crimson
10-14-17
Georgette my little friend next door
Why is it together we had such little time
Now apart we have so much
And yet it seems so very hard to find.
I visited you just the other day
You looked pretty darn good to me
I did not want to leave you
But my time had run out you see.
During my stay you seemed happy
And sometimes you seemed to recognize me
And there were times you did not
But that is okay, it is all right with me.
Christmas will soon be upon us
And I have so little in gifts for you
Except to write you a very pretty verse
And end it with the words.
Friend "I Love You!"
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Brown sugar sapotas
Blending with custard alfonso mangos
And bold sweet lime juice
Georgette saris
Pairing with uncut diamond necklaces
Mixed with peals and rubies
Gently sloping palm trees
Swaying in balmy sultry air
And hazy golden sunsets
Frenetic yellow autos
Competing with dusty zipping mopeds
Mixed with ambulating pedestrians
Aromas of cumin
Blending with the sewage
Other times with incense
Glows of brass oil lamps
Singing in hums of prayer
Added with turmeric's incantations
Brightly-patterned salwars
Accentuating gemstone bindis
Comfy fitted leggings
Savory masala dosas
Coupling coconut chutney
Meter-high filter coffee
There's a lady of old
I've recently met
I'd like you to meet her
Her name is Georgette.
One day I invited her
To listen to song
So she gladly came in
But before she sat down.
I saw her arms loosely cross
And her eyes tightly close
As she danced with her lips in a kiss
To "My Wild Irish Rose".
She ended her dance
With a giggle and a smile
It was like seeing the love
In the eyes of a child.
I don't know why God placed us together
I never received a sign
But he made this lady special
Cause he made her, "A Child of Mind".
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
I miss my little friend next door
She fell and went away
I await news of her return
With the long passage of each day.
Tomorrow I'll visit her once more
And again she'll ask me to take her home
I just pray she still remembers me
When I lie and say. "It won't be long!"
So tonight I'll kneel and pray
That I remain strong like she
And not complain but to have hope
That my little pal will be brought back to me.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose