Classy
vintage flare
laced with revolution;
I’ll always speak up
glamorously.
“Dreams Coercing Memory”
You want cherries jubilee
with a little Krug champagne
but soft custard is just the same
when reality plays its game
by the spoonful
morphine comes
to save the day
the light changes
subtle refractions
of dreams coercing
memory
long elegant fingers
poised painted apricots
those false '70s fingernails
tremendous talons
for Tchaikovsky takeoff
gracefully shimmering
glamorously sparkling
eyes smiling, clicking keys
without fear, the notes become
a romantic Chopin mystery
pianola peddles
next to her laughs
and says with glee,
a good exercise
back then, we didn't
have the time, says
the matriarch smiling
just like a mother
come to collect
on the other side
her sister, hand on shoulders
sits next to her
a Nightingale Linnet
the number
at pianola
3
one number
most
profound
one number
devine aligned,
most hard to forget
or push aside
kept close
in Love and loved
for all eternity
this one
as 3
should never hide
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
LM/HMM/LJM
17.9.23
mlb, klb, llb
From the time my awareness of day-to-day things began,
I have been apprehending your part in my life, dear glass;
In the form of a bottle or tumbler or window pan,
As a spectacle or mirror, our life you encompass...!
In temples or churches or miraculous monuments,
As windows or glass doors or transparent walls or façades,
Humbly or glamorously, you are on all continents,
You enhance human existence in all colorful shades...!
We ignore your favors, like in the case of a mother,
As artists behind the curtains, you serve us silently;
Like the elements - earth, air, water, fire, and ether,
Though we take you for granted, you perform your tasks gently...!
Crystal clearly is your existence and benevolence,
You are humble amidst your universal prevalence...!!!
A fine maple tree, Courageously
Stands in the meadow, Beautifully
With great dignity, Impressively
In spring, emerging from its sleep
In summer, spreading its branches
In fall, displaying all its glory
A seedling full-grown, Glamorously
God’s great workmanship, Marvelously
Poetic beauty, Breathtakingly
O maple tree in your awesomeness
Artistic wonder of splendid beauty
A poetic metaphor in seasonal dress
A good lesson from the Maple Tree
That begs to transform both you and me
To live out our years, dutifully
O, for a moving of The Wind
That brings a freshness to life and
Awes the Maker of the Maple Tree
My spiritual vulnerability
to feel persuaded
and powers to persuade
emerge curiously informed
by Others speaking suggestions
and my own inside power digestions
not yet said out loud,
uproarious
Yet co-arising
from life's multi-generational crowd
EarthDay choir
cyber cloud
singing and dancing every day
for Earth's integral potential,
sacramental organic health
reproducing GREEN capitalized wealth,
fabulously non fatuous
inside
as outside
nuturingly nutritious
above
as below
delightfully delicious
Suggestions that land
sync
resonate
with percussive persuasion,
efficiently efficacious.
Like
"Maybe you need appreciation
for who you are
already?"
non vindictively victorious
Maybe I want
more integrity,
synergy,
positive neurosystemic
organic
healthy
sacred holonic energy?
non glamorously glorious.
The Godly green grass grows gently as it greets the great giant garden...
The green giant garden generously gives gifts of gazing glimpses glistening...
The green goblin guilty gawking garnishes the gamma rays...
The green geometrical leaves gather gangly galore...
The glittering glossy green gem glows glamorously...
The green gabardine greets her gorgeous gentlemen...
Goodbye Green...
March.02.2016 For contest
So perplexing she was, that I kept staring
I could build castles in the air, as her sound echoes ring
Her beauty weakened my soul, but I couldn’t change a thing
She sat by the river, tapping the water with her feet in spring
Waiting in alacrity, for her precious gem to sigh in the morning
She walks through the shafts of sunlight, determined to sing
The birds above her dancing to the ballet, and glamorously singing
She was lonely with no one to hold, for a cheesy walk in the orchard and cling
Someone to love by her side, would be a joyful sting
Soothing her heart, shielding her from the morning chills and panicking
And on she will ponder through the abyss, as her heart will keep beating
From her sojourn to the falls, the love will be idyllic for her reigning,
She is musing…
Black is a deep color.
It shines when you drink red wine.
It glows with your diamonds.
It can reveal or conceal.
So daring why not wear it!
I like black with any other color to promote my essence.
It forms energy and strength.
Mental subsistence it can bring.
Mind is evolving and singing.
The shoes with this black maxi must be bronze or newly bought.
My hair will drape my bust.
The face is glamorously made.
The hair lays in its place.
Hoop earrings are high and low accessorizing the night with my smile aglow.
The shoulders of this black maxi sparkle in the light.
So informal I am dressed.
My spirit seems to be uplifting.
Now, she is concentrating…
My black maxi hangs in the closet brand new.
I will wear it one day and that is for sure.
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Penned on May 19, 2014!
I tried to walk a mile in her shoes,
fit my toes harder to feel her pride.
I wasn't ready for what I've found.
A wounded soul, a bleeding heart.
I tried to walk gorgeously in her shoes.
And feel ashamed to witness those bruises.
She concealed underneath her clothes,
A misery of being abused and used.
Along the road she speaks softly,
Then her tears started to fall.
A courage she used to grasp,
to tell a story never been told.
At the end of our journey I came to know,
this pair of shoes I tried to own,
was broken once in empty room.
No hands to care, no one gives hope.
I gave my best to polish once more,
give it a glance like 'twas before.
Although it's hard and takes some time.
Soon each piece will be formed.
Now, I see an image of a woman.
Standing glamorously in her shoes.
With pride and honor she firmly holds,
A new beginning, miles to walk.
After midnight the moon dims down low
As the stars take center stage
Filling the sky glamorously
And the creatures of the night
Come out from hiding
Using the stars as their nightlight
My lover meets me under the willow tree
With a candle in one hand and a rose in the other
As breath-taking as the quiet early morn. After midnight
I don't have a favorite movie star or celebrity.
All of them appear so self absorbed and narcissistic to me.
Their only goal in life is fame and publicity.
When I see them walk the red carpet so glamorously
displayed for all of us to see internationally,
I can almost hear them all screaming subconsciously,
"Hey Everybody! Look At Me!"
Talk about major insecurities.
Every time I go to bed at nights
My heart gets filled with such delights
I know my eyes will feast on a wonderful sight
The woman who can make desire inside me ignite
The woman who thrills me so intensely
A woman that is so fair and lovely
Who with those green eyes looks at me amorously
The one who can carry even a simple house dress glamorously
You know who this woman is that brings me passion so true
It is no one else baby but you, the one I love and who loves me too
In slumber land I hold you tight, there's no one there but us two
The world becomes a perfect one when I am dreaming of you