Fingers find iron bars—blood beads bright.
Black lips; crimson vows on bone-thin skin.
Green mad eyes glitter—vampire, tender.
Saturday is made for relaxing.
Every princess chills on her day off.
Glamorous beauty's a chosen lifestyle.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
We are on somber mood,
we have gone from glamor to dump;
smiles over ice cream cones, over
pizza and Pepsi
are no longer
in symmetry
with actual reality.
From glamour to dump,
we have fallen from grace;
rejecting what held us
together and strong.
We turn a blind eye:
all we witness
is a pathetic lie!
Can democracy survive in hearts
without a patriotic flame?
Should we be the ones
to take the blame?
It's our choice
not to be tamed!
We are the brave, the pioneers,
the builders, the innovators,
the thinkers and the defenders
of liberty:
let this be
our testimony!
From glamor to dump is humiliation
to the bold spirit,
and to the pride of this nation
that has thrived
and survived wars;
fear is a coward that hides:
courage is a virtue and won't bow
to the menacing sword!
My rock group was getting stale
We no longer drew the fans
So I told my sad tale
To a public relations man
He gave me this advice:
"There's only one way to the light
Avoid the image of 'nice."
Let your inner demon take flight.
So we drove my car off a cliff in Malibu
Jumped out first, watched it dive
Made sure a camera man knew
Struck a pose with a high five.
I attended a posh party at night
Slapped my wife, who played the part
sniffed white powder, picked a fight
They rolled me out in a hospital cart.
I set fire to my guitar on stage
Firemen had been called, just in case
They sprayed me with a hose, I feigned rage
Yelled obscenities, got in their face.
But the fans would not return
Now I was without a car and a guitar
Plus dentist bills, no money to burn
Sold the mansion, no more a star.
I went back to my hometown
Helped an old lady walk where the street was wide
Cameras flashed, reporters took it down
that "Bad boy Jennings" had a good side!
Now the fans fill up my halls
It came as a total surprise
Now I've learned when the limelight calls
To be myself, no need for disguise.
Captured by your pageantry
Mask shielded identity
Bewitched my gallantry
Stole my heart anonymously
Such mysterious glamour
Eerie yet intriguing
Speaking to my emptiness
Replacing all my loneliness
Extravagant mystery
Shadowy history
Surreal and dramatic
Ornately enigmatic
Your life a deceptive dance
Role played romance
Cloaked intentions
And social masks
Lavishly concealed
Make your backroom deals
Trading hearts like tokens
With words softly spoken
The masquerade illusion
The ultimate confusion
Love but allusion
Self-serving inclusion
Bitter truth unveiled
Torn landscape surveilled
Love’s victim impaled
Your manifesto nailed
To my soul
Wood polished so bright to mimic gold,
Its yellow coat glitters in the sun,
May even fetch a high price when sold,
And still be cherished in the long run.
Like a flawless gold that flaunts great wealth,
Its glamour, a pride to regal thrones,
Where most kings recline in pride and health,
Yet it's mere wood disguised as gemstones.
Great craftsmanship like that of goldsmiths,
Who shape raw gold to forge pure beauty,
So carpenters carve wood into myths,
Emblazoned pride into their duty.
Glamour dog expected poodles to ask for her autograph very much
But they raced past her, as if they did not see her at all
How had they missed her fancy scarf, her florals and such?
She gave gray hounds a look, but they were so tall
They did not see her, so she groused to her cousin Hutch
Who cares? He asked. You know you are a gorgeous doll.
He is a gentleman, and totally Dutch.
This reassurance urged glamour dog out of the mall.
Wild berries and poison ivy wrap me,
warding off trespassers with their armor;
So toxic the taste will guard gingerly,
a virulent warning doused in glamour;
Maybe you should read the full disclosure;
Heed the warning or wind up getting hurt,
don’t make the mistake of trying to flirt;
You may get caught up in their appearance
stay mindful of not being an expert;
Feral beauty warns you maintain distance.
The City Lights are a Glamour
Nothing is real here
I thought it was the bright lights that made me this way
These little moments I can get caught up in the wonder of this world
I'm dancing under streetlights
A performer in my own parade
Feeling some fascination for the starless city sky
The way it's lack of romance is somehow beautiful still
Cold as concrete but filled with the collective sighs of thousands of souls
In the city the loneliness isn't empty
Our eyes will meet as we pass each other on the sidewalk
Alone together
GLAMOUR
mores
shown off
ae moral
imperatives
symbolic
to its core s
emblematic
&superficial
a potential
put together
the spectaculare
scrutinised
embroidered
& paraded
insights
of the
passive
barely
visible
idealised
faces
brightened
loved caressed
to an
inner
perfection
As you’re floating into a dream
lemonade’s sweet elephants fly;
Caught in the glamour of a stream
translucent rose petals drift by,
all you need is to simply try;
Relax fall into a slumber,
love’s the stuff of a lullaby;
Hold tight to that smile of wonder.
By Mark D. Stucky
Glamour is a hollow, shiny shell,
a rapid, pretty paint job
on an insubstantial surface,
that alluringly promises much
but never satisfies the hunger.
True human beauty is internal,
from the depths of one’s core.
It starts in the heart and soul.
It slowly sprouts and spreads,
percolates and permeates
the exterior from within.
The best but bleakest beauty
grows from wisdom
wrestled and wrought
from woundedness.
Pain, a teacher of distinction,
comes to every one of us,
but only some students
embrace the lessons
and find meaning in affliction.
For perceptive learners,
crises cut and clear the clutter
from bloated, busy lives,
enabling the complex splendor
of sorrow and healing,
of tears and laughter,
of doubt and faith,
of truth and grace,
of peace and joy,
of love and compassion
to emerge from pruned spaces.
(First published in Small Town Anthology VII: Entries from the Seventh Annual Tournament of Writers, Vicksburg Cultural Arts Center, 2021, p. 93.)
When splendor shimmers hypnotized glance
O, glamour, how captivating is your stance,
Aesthetic, harmonious, brushstrokes of art,
Flaring embers of elation in enamored heart.
Opulence of your aura lights glorious flame
Showcasing gems, glittering ornate acclaim
Ravishing pulses-fervid of inflamed desire
From stunning demeanor of alluring attire.
You are a flirtation, an enchanting display,
An embroidery woven, motifs exotic relay,
On fabric of life, teasing impulses of mind;
Fascinations galore, masterminds designed.
Yet, I wonder, if your charm is real, is it all true,
Are you a diamond, through and through;
Be not spurious, be not dubious, divulge a clue,
Behind glittering façade is it genuine you?
Be not a counterfeit to unsuspecting sight,
O, glamor, dazzle not, sparkling false delight
For inner halo is brighter that a phony smile,
Be the authentic grandeur of affluent style.
Getting all dolled up, even the plainest moth can become a butterfly.
Looks are made alluring when body, nails and hair
Are given glints of gorgeousness! One becomes candy for the eye!
More flash than inner substance, it’s all external flair.
Only inner beauty requires no assistance from a glam squad entourage.
Ultra-chic yet likely vain are those concerned all the time with fanfare.
Riches can buy glitz, but it’s merely a mirage.
Love is a glamour, a captivating spell,
A potent elixir that weaves its tale.
In the depths of hearts, its essence dwells,
A fire that burns, a story to tell.
It dazzles like stars in the darkest night,
Igniting souls with a celestial light.
Love is a magic that knows no bounds,
Creating symphonies from silent sounds.
It paints the world with hues divine,
Transcending barriers, intertwining lives.
Through gentle whispers and tender touch,
Love heals wounds that hurt so much.
It blooms in gardens, both wild and tame,
A fragile flower, yet it conquers pain.
It dances freely, defying all rules,
An eternal flame that forever fuels.
Love is a journey, a daring quest,
Where hearts collide and souls find rest.
It binds two spirits, entwining their fate,
In a tapestry of emotions, intimate and great.
But love is not merely a fairytale,
For it requires strength when shadows prevail.
Through storms and trials, it stands the test,
A beacon of hope, a harbor of rest.
So let love's glamour enchant your days,
In its embrace, let your heart find solace.
For in the realm of love's ethereal grace,
We discover life's truest, most precious embrace.
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