Watch as wedding guests arrive
With all the glitz and glitter
Paparazzi crave.
My friends decry the waste of wealth;
Can't they see the children there
Weeping tears of poverty?
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Capture the change as time goes by,
Capture every moment the day sculpts,
Archive moments that gladden the heart,
Let those that sadden the heart fly away.
Relish in nature’s embrace.
Open the windows of your chamber,
Disperse the gloom that pervades,
Exhale the turbulence that permeates,
Walk in the newness the day brings,
Bask in nature’s bloom.
Treasure glee moments,
The night comes to everyone,
Just as the sun has its sinking spell,
Take this meandering road,
It leads to redemption.
Listen to the symphony in the dancing wind,
See yourself with new eyes,
Speak to being the unseen that thrills,
Good times will wheel to us,
If we let our mind take its wheel.
How lovely the long dress,
expressive next to the suits.
I’m not a prude, but
I believe the news-crew
should properly be dressed.
Why should I be looking
at the ladies legs; the men
aren’t dangling theirs
by wearing shorts.
Be proper, pretty, handsome,
but build up
the story; don’t glitz
the politics.
What’s happened to decorum?
What’s happened, Miss Manners?
For some of the shows its okay,
but only if men are likewise arrayed.
Just my opinion.
6/28/2023
Disrupted rough sea ripples shuffle
audience anticipation
Shift in seats, hammered hearts
Pummel, fluffy microphone muffle
confines communication
To thespian garish starring parts
Leading lady stands on X central
scintillating stiff corset
Holds ocean of faces transfixed
Hushed haze of amazed attention
long leg stride endorses
Cancan colourful ruffled kicks
Glitter adds amps to eyes squinted
focus on filmed direction
Glow in spotlight, skin peach orange
Sets character afloat, limelight lifted
dusk dim purple perfection
Transmits her story beyond onstage
Pivot pelvis razzle reactive samba
fast feet choreograph flawless
Flashy features outshine backdrops
For her love, Leading man clamours
resounding auditorium applause
Ensures her ego never lacks props
13th June
Theatrical Resume
Star Glitz
Stardust
Gently settles
Night blooming rose sparkles
Glitter spirals from twinkle toes
Star glitz
4/14/23
Contest:Traditional Cinquain
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
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Self-expression is dependent upon personality
We can only really be who we are deep inside,
Some folks by their nature defy conventionality.
There are folks who can set inner nature aside
And, with strong determination, choose to be
Whatever they want to be with enormous pride.
I am thinking, specifically, of people in comedy
Who are hurting deep inside, but never show it;
Perhaps, never realizing it, do not seek a remedy.
We can all think of sad, sad cases this shoe fits,
It always behooves us to look below the surface
What’s going on beneath all the glamor and glitz?
I suspect this may lead to some who will deface
Others merely wear jeans instead of fancy lace.
Written July 29, 2022
Which key should I put this song in?
I sing in G Ionian/major comfortably,
Likewise the relative E Aeolian/minor scale.
Plus those guitar chords are easy as sin.
I could choose a scale that’s more exotic -
D Mixolydian has the same notes and chords.
Hungarian or Roumanian minor, Spanish Gypsy.
Or another scale derived from minor harmonic.
Keep it simple – let’s start with the G Major scale.
Should I do a basic 1-4-5 with major G/C/D chords?
Or a jazzy 2-5-1 with A minor/D/G ending on the tonic?
Let’s do a bluesy 1-4-5 with a turn-around at the tail!
Just major and minor triad chords are boring.
Major, minor, and dominant sevenths can be cool;
But I’m rather partial to suspended seconds and fourths.
My sliding E diminished flat 7th will keep the fans from snoring!
What can I do to add even more pizzazz and glitz?
Slowly build the dynamic and rhythmic complexity.
Give the crowd a tribal chorus they can sing to.
Add a spanking hot hook throughout that never quits!
Give me a castle, scepter and crown.
Magical power such as the ability to fly,
Throw in world peace if you have extra time.
Gift me with enthusiasm, joy, and love.
A rhinestone tiara, pink feathered boa,
And a sexy, gorgeous body to die for.
Throw in unity for all nations if you want.
Give me a golden throne room and memories of bliss.
A glamorous silk robe embroidered with peacocks and purples.
Throw in love for fellow man if you have to meet some moral criteria.
Gift me a corpulent intimidating twenty-two foot pet dragon
With a sense of humor, but the ability to roast my enemy for dinner.
If this is not possible, bring me something shiny that you would bring to a crow.
Suggestions: rhinestones, polished glass, aluminum foil, chrome, a door knob.
If you had a little glitz
You and I could do the splits,
In front of the Hotel Ritz
Did you just call me a ditz?
Come here and put up your mitts.
Do not care if Mom has fits.
Come and show me all your grits.
I will fight you with my wits.
Oh no, do not blame your blitz.
Up to you to do the splits.
Unless you want lots of hits
Meet me at the Hotel Ritz.
Cut me up in little bits?
Witnesses will laugh with spits.
Did you just call me a ditz?
Come here and put up your mitts.
Come on grandma, use your wits.
Kidding truly little ditz.
Cannot make Mom have such fits
And there is no Hotel Ritz
The whiteness is blue, and wet, and fluffy to the eye,
Even when it is not.
It brings hot sweet cocoa and warm mittens into the memory,
Twinkling with glitz, glamour, and frost,
Icicle magic, dazzling your eyes.
The air so cold, it brings tears to your face,
The whiteness is blue, faerie-magic-like, not here every day.
Snow falls daintily at first, then she picks up speed,
as there is no stopping her.
She glistens as she waits for you to test her
snow-ball-ability.
Is she wet enough to roll? She brings out childhood memories
faster than most. You remember chasing your cousins, making
snow angels, snow forts, and snow men.
As far as your eye can see, the land is magic, blanketed now,
with a glamour you can only get with snow and frost.
A reverence she commands, you feel instantly,
not felt during any other season.
The glitz, the glamour, the frost, rhinestone twinkles on a
sea of white, dazzling your eyes out.
On the curtain
Add glorious room glitz
Maybe earthly glimpse of heaven
Beautiful, magnificent opulence,
Bringing much glamour to my guests
Tiny glittering orbs
Flashy sequins
Sparkles
"Trump has learned that he likes to kibitz,
About all of his glory along with great glitz
Even found complete chaos and disorder
Each time he went across the border."
James Philosopher Discographer Horn
PS. How much off must you lop
When this one you want to top.
An invitation arrives to my first dance
I'm hoping for some sweet romance
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
Hope I find some creative flair
Top hat and tails and lots of glam
If I don’t find a dress it will be a sham
Off to the thrift shop I must go
For a few dollars I can be the star of the show
I pick up a stylish pink feather boa
Like the posh ladies wear from Genoa
A designer dress for a couple of bucks
Hope the guys come here for there’s a lovely tux
A pair of high heels and my outfit is complete
Those society ladies simply cannot compete
I will simply be the belle of the ball
For my outfit will look the best of them all
When I arrive at the dance I simply steal the show -
That night I go home with a handsome new beau!
Contest:-) Putttin on the Ritz
Sponsor Judy Konos
10th August 2015
Jan Allison
A winter wonderland in all of it's glory,
a peace within it holds it's own story.
Birds are singing gracefully frolicking in their nest,
while creatures of the woods awaken from a long nights rest.
Crystalized trees from an icestorm from before,
the scene is like stepping through a most magical door.
The sun is shining through aluminating the trees,
like transparent glass putting my soul at ease.
On this cold brisk morning I breath in the fresh air,
surrounded by beauty like fine china so rare.
The trees were glazed so elegant and sheek,
a kiss from mother nature had just grazed my cheek.
The snow was white like the wings of a dove,
painted through God's eyes in Heaven above.
Soaking up the moment of this wintery bliss,
when springtime is born I will surely miss.
In the world of glitz and glam
Allured she was to it's shine
Seeing dollar signs and adventure
To become a different kind
She knew the door she was going through
For in media spread it tells
To ignore it's hidden obstacles
And it's abyss of darkened hells
The photographers leer surely professional
Capturing an innocent in her pose
Cogs turning in his background
As his willingness in him grows
A click, the shutter, then charm
As he instructs her every move
Closer he becomes to the intended
His needle to be in her groove
As she lies there spent and used
Like so many in past years before
Distraught, fading dollar signs
Saying goodbye from the glitz glam floor
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