Dapper dog and glamourous cat
strutted around on a Wyoming flat
thinking autographs would be demanded by many
in truth, there were no askers, in fact, not any
For what conveys an air of
Chic sophistication
Romantic-lamped, but highlights
Its walks, beauteous
The Paris of our shared dreams
Is glowingly realised.
Wrapped in whose soft kind of light
Is gauzy-glamourous.
Tiptoe the finest, fine twine, needle-eyed thread
and a glitzy sequined clasp, tiny
tweezer-tie it finger-tip fast with a nuanced knot -
my, my, the pedantic perfection of the master jeweller.
I have the servile subtlety of thick thumbs,
all clumbsy carpals, my fudging finesse
better suited to a beanie'd stevedore, loud lugging
heavy-haired harbour rope to ship-secure
a brutish lump in the line.
Tongue tied up, spun on my own silver yarn
like a crystal jeweller, giddy with champagne giggles,
dizzy on a spinning chandelier high strung from the pressed ceiling.
Oh non, pas moi! Mine is more an oiled elegance,
heavy handed, ham-fisted like a scabby wharf rat,
chased and unchaste.
Dextrous in the strangest ways -
gutsy and glamourous,
ours is a nuanced life of grunting grime
with the briefest flashes of bedazzled dance.
A man was born to dignify
Deserving every piece of respect
For the fantabulous of intelligences
For the bright shine of mindsets
Of the pure and sharp eyesight
And of the facile and sturdy hands
Finely handles with delicacies
While the decency of the manners
Bestowed its glamourous graces
Of these evidence for the grades
Of its freedom and dominance
To be owned by a respectable man
No third parties could obstructing
Nor the contrived defer his shining
Of its presence as a master of men
With rights legitimated by nature
Rather, by artificially made with power
Into a headless minion of followers
Harvesting the man-made bumptious
Though, may success for glossing face
But deemed meaningless in a man's eyes
If I was a beaver, I would build a dam
Filling each room with beans and ham
Installing near each entrance a hidden cam
Inspiring a waterway traffic jam
I would hole up with my cousin Sam
And possibly my neighbor we call Glam
We would cut down trees with a loud bam
As we added rooms to our glamourous dam
Beta and the VHS
Could not be beaten years ago.
A childhood of watching tapes...
These were standard video.
Then throughout my teenage years
The DVD was made.
The quality was noticeable
Because of this upgrade.
Discs progressed over more years...
Along came the Blu-ray.
Evolution yet again
Of picture and display.
Ultraviolet and 3D...
Digital copies too.
Many ways to watch a film...
These are just a few.
These days, resolution lies
In glamourous 4K...
Up to four times better than
The typical Blu-ray.
From what I've heard of resolution
8K is the best.
I wonder how when the time comes
It compares to the rest?
glamourous gladiolas gleefully graced Griffin’s gorgeous garden’s oath.
glowing glitzy, glossy, glassy and grassy, garnishing grandpa’s growth.
At early dawn
pearly dew drops
glistening on lawn.
Pearly tear drop
sparkled on your cheek !
How can I miss ?
It's my bliss to kiss
and lick.
Cleopatra ! Black beauty ,
wearing black pearl
in majestic dignity.
Philippines !
Pearl of the Orient seas.
Country's natural charm and pride.
Amorous feelings,
glamourous in pleasure,
also piercing pain
secreting nectar,
slowly solidifying
yielding pearl of dolor.
Omniflage honchos disguise what they are.
An entourage won't arrive in electric cars.
The soul of our country is divided by scars.
Spun Mirage Verbiage from Decoupage stars.
Lumberhead puppets splinter society.
Knowing they subvert morality.
Playing truth or dare with frivolity.
Wholly exposing their dishonesty.
The leaders of free speech.
Alas, whose speech indeed.
When truth is viewed as crime.
In the Abyss of Lies.
A glamourous madame.
Prattled much Pablum.
Many feel she's plum out of charm.
Mirage Verbiage from these Decoupage Stars.
My pal Charlotta bejewels everything she touches and sees
She has done up sweatshirts, coats and pants to their knees
But bedazzling a pumpkin? That seems weird even to me.
I ran right over to see it though, for a peek was totally free.
She started out spray painting the pumpkin black.
Then she cared a spider; her mother gave her no black.
She bejeweled that spider in a glamourous way, not at all mean.
It was the most beautiful carved pumpkin I have ever seen.
I'm just a girl who's still a caterpillar
Hoping one day people will see
Will see my potential of breaking through the cocoon
Waiting for that glamourous growth
From inside my little transparent home
Hoping I'll find something that's mine,
After I break the barriers of my own
Waiting for that amazing moment
When I come out of the comfort zone
Hoping they see my body has grown
Hoping they see my life has shone
Waiting to grab everything I can
And not counting my days anymore
Hoping they don't cut off my wings
Hoping they don't tie me back down
I'm just a girl who's now a butterfly
Hoping that freedom is my forever throne
ENCHANTMENT
resistance
with an
overwhelming
reluctance
quite futile
the memory
&resolve
of each
exuberant
nuance
so
elegantly
imagined
the glamourous
in
a theme
of
light&
reflection
rich&varied
truly
immersed
in a refracted
surface
streams
the
moment
of leaving
consoled
by
the thought
of
returning
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Fake smile, check!
Cute outfit, check!
I thought everything was perfect
But when I stare at myself in the mirror,
I see a broken soul with her eyes sore,
Tired and worn out, miserable and hurt.
Overthinking, where it went wrong?
When it wasn’t even her fault.
Call it a gut-feeling or a story foretold,
But she saw it coming knocking at her door.
Cruel and rude, I have no clue,
How I fell for the monster beneath you.
You were too beautiful to be true,
All those feelings to me were new.
Bewitched by your charm,
Gin-soaked in your arms.
Dreamy eyes, glamourous smile,
But your tongue is drenched with spite.
Wake me from this nightmare,
Take me back to the past.
When it was all smiles and talks,
Laughing and fighting, but making up.
Turned me to a toxic drug,
Changed me into someone I’m not
Guess I’m not your Barbie doll,
Hope you find your perfect girl.
Darkness covered me, it’s an apocalypse
Free-falling deeper into the abyss.
Glorious gamer going by Gus generously greased giant gamma goblin
on glamourous gamma rays, galvanizing gamecock’s gallstones in the
Gallery game Gallant Glitzy Goose fuddle.
Sue had been so proud of her curvaceous figure and considered her pert breasts were her outstanding feature. Sadly, breast cancer runs in her family and now she too had fallen victim to this cruel disease.
both breasts are removed
mastectomy surgery
hot tears start to fall
Chemotherapy sessions take its toll on her entire body, with constant sickness she feels so exhausted. Her weight plummets and her clothes hang from her frail frame.
her crowning glory
lost with each stroke of the brush …
golden tresses fall
Twelve months later Sue receives the news she had been dreaming of … she is finally in remission. Reconstruction surgery has been scheduled and soon she hopes to look and feel like a woman again. Her weight is back to normal and glamourous wigs cover her wispy hair.
in sickness and health
their marriage vows hit home hard
husband at her side
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