The sapphire iris blinks
the long blonde lashes meet
against the milky white skin
the hair made up into blonde curls
her frock with frills
clearly marking the standards
Her bottom against the cold, hard floor of the
little plastic box
Her lips pink and her rosy cheeks
with the proud smile stamped against.
"I pick her!"
Those words accustomed to her ears
come as no surprise
and she looks beyond and below
over the separating line
and give yet another smirk to the trivial
yet again, the proud one!
The chocolate brown iris blinks
the long black lashes meet
against the dim light fall
the hair down into beautiful curls
her head carrying an invisible crown
Her bottom against the cold hard table
lined with dust after so many weeks, maybe years
her hands sore and numb, confined within
her eyes glazy as she looks through
the tears, through the box.
In came the humble being
with a playful smile on her face
with the white little paper wings
and the gait of a future queen.
"I pick her!"
Her finger towards the dim light fall
the beauty picked up from the line of dust
The young soul kisses
"Oh, you to kiss me,
my black beauty!"
The blazing warlord in rage
Stares upon the face of the earth
The uneasy earth in haste
Emits glazy smokes trapped underground
To take some fresh air
Cool breeze blows gently by
Tired trees wave for joy
Rustling in praise and delight
The idle cloud is busy traversing the sky
Wrapping the whole earth in a moment
Into a horrible darkness
Gentle breeze changes over to rainstorm
The flood overwhelm the gutters
Flashing lightning and rumbling
The storm soon shed some strength
Handing over to a gentle misty breeze
The cloud is cleared
I see some paintings of God
In the sky of a scanty cloud
That shows afterwards
Ho. Ho. Ho. Here we go,
blow off the calendar
for show.
Racy red, glazy green
and bright white
blaze into sight.
Hell's bells, boredom tells.
Yuletide pride takes a ride,
while leaves on trees
as yet yearn to turn
and Turkey Lurkey is still
wheezing in the freezer.
Save your sales
for a later date;
in return, you may earn
more green
than you've ever seen.
Cha Ching!
Ho. Ho. Ho. Here we go,
blow off the calendar
for show.
Racy red, glazy green
and bright white
blaze into sight.
Hell's bells, boredom tells.
Yuletide pride takes a ride,
while leaves on trees
as yet yearn to turn
and Turkey Lurkey is still
wheezing in the freezer.
Save your sales
for a later date;
in return, you may earn
more green
than you've ever seen.
Cha Ching!
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