ruffles frill up every kind of dress
add tulle and you have a real mess
fru fru and poufs bouncy and pink
as feminine as fox fur and mink
Hawaiian pearls and high heels shoes
this gorgeousness chases off the blues
Is Echo anything beyond a voice?
Narcissus is a very handsome man.
Is love an obligation, or a choice?
It hasn’t varied since the world began.
Narcissus is a very handsome man.
He sees his own reflexion, and he knows:
it hasn’t varied since the world began.
To love an egotist engenders woes.
He sees his own reflexion, and he knows
he is his own enduring fantasy.
To love an egotist engenders woes –
one thing will always block you: that thing’s “he”.
He is his own enduring fantasy:
he seeks no other: he’s both hook and bait.
One thing will always block you: that thing’s “he”.
Thus gorgeousness becomes an ugly trait!
He seeks no other. He’s both hook and bait.
He’s empty. As we say, he’s lost the plot:
thus gorgeousness becomes an ugly trait.
But sound, like memory, can mark the spot.
We think love lasts for ever. Clearly not.
Abandoning a partner now seems rife.
The axioms we’ve lived by are forgot.
What are the privileges of a wife?
Abandoning a partner now seems rife.
Is love an obligation, or a choice?
What are the privileges of a wife?
Is Echo anything beyond a voice?
Arranged by their color, the tulips await
Every camera phone holder to stop
And capture in photos the dazzling array,
All varieties planted to pop:
The lipstick-bright reds and magentas and rose,
The velvet-like purples and types
Like the traffic-light yellows, the whites edged with pink
And some two-tones with contrasting stripes.
There were daffodils, too, and some blossoming trees,
All this gorgeousness out on display
In a park near my home with no airport involved –
Just a lovely walk taken today.
#Your_Red_Dress!
That red dress, illuminates you, setting all your curves and edges, from bottom to top, on a scale, my reality falling blatalantly to reach, it makes me lick everywhere in my satisfaction realm.
Thought to have met the climax of your gorgeousness, until tonight, Dzamn! lady, have mercy on my intake. for tonight, you braking gauges of my perception, a sigh in my reaction, sending palpitations to my capacitation, got no spaces inbetween my pulse, caught on an unbrakeable chain of one heart beat, its all tap dancing floors everywhere in my body, all surfaces damp with sweat.
My voice catching waves of hic-ups and staggering simulteniously. Its getting hot in here, don't know whether this sudden temparature changes affects me alone but so certain I'm contracting fever of your beauty,
I mean, the simphony your body playing to my focus, sweeping me off my grounds on an infinite routine,
I just wanna hold your hand and bow; Thank you for looking this beautiful tonight.
#Poetic_Ink
Faerie or snow queen? Possibly an angel, waving to me, at my window.
She was frosted, yet had warm cheeks; her face glittered like snowflakes.
Her tiny mouth was coral, a nice bit of color; she was delicate and pretty.
Would she disappear or materialize? She seemed to be in limbo.
I watched her slowly close her eyes; her lashes were stunning.
a gorgeousness reserved for spirits, and faeries; were those wings?
They were; slightly blushed, tipped with the glittery glitz you see on icicles.
She opened her eyes, gave me a nod and was gone. Had she been real?
winter is not white
she is blue and sparkly,
a reflection of gorgeousness
with dazzling crystals all over her frozen carpet
she is pristine, virginal, fresh, a delight every year
Oh the fatal moment of us
That enticing eyes and broad thighs
The soft voluptuous round lips
The soft garden in the front - 38
The stylish back well formed
You are the epitome of gorgeousness
You are the queen of kamasutra
I am lost in your curvy body
Your neck is so smooth
Your hands are like a baby cute
My passion knows no limit now
Sleeplessness occurs often
Lost in your body, I succumb to thee everyday
I conquer and I cherish thee
You bring out my animal instinct
My heart's hearbeat heat horny harmonium
I want to have you in my arms now
gorgeousness of the model outshines the dress
do not misinterpret my meaning please
the dress is an Anya Ayoung Chee, a worthy designer
created from gorgeous fabric, she has tremendous flow, excellent lines
young svelte model’s beauty surpasses this emerald, gold, silver gown
during fashion week, we reporters do not see the gown at all
completely upstaged by the African goddess wearing her
Oh, pretty pastel lion with your puffy cheeks
Beauty is in your colors, your eyes green as creeks.
A mere description is not enough to show your worth.
I hear you have admirers from Kenya to Perth.
I wonder about your heritage your fur is so true.
With a gorgeousness about it in both pink and blue.
Oh pretty pastel lion, you are what we talk about.
However, we do not want to meet you on our walk-about.
gracing growing garden gracefully
gleaming gauzy gorgeousness
forever frothy fresh fragrance
friendly frilly fragileness
lovingly languishing
lithe, light, lovely,
gardenia, gracing garden gracefully
gleaming gauzy gorgeousness
men wanted to court and marry her
women wanted to be her
Liz Taylor hypnotized us
USA claimed her though she was English
she personified glamorous gorgeousness
ultimate movie celebrity
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.
I am coining thoughts
Like copper pennies and most loved quarters
I am gathering leaves and flowers
as Spring is giving so much grace
But I am dropping moments and time
I am missing the season
because I am in love
It confuses the senses
befuddles the brain
Leaves appear on trees but cannot enter my brain
I am lost in a foggy imagination of your hand in mine
I am trying to find it but
You create such total confusion
Love is making me loose time
I am a thing of delusions
Lost in your rhyme
I am little but a bed time story
Living on meteor time
I long to see it and be present to the everlasting gorgeousness that is happening which is priceless never to be retrieved time
But all I know is your echo
And the dream of your hand in mine
I have fallen in love with a winged dragon alebrijes,
Have to buy it of course, is it signed?
What artisian created this piece of bright gorgeousness?
I look for a signature.
This phantasmagorical creature has none.
No matter.
She is from Oaxaca, the ultimate home of the alebrijes.
Pedro Linares had a fever in the 1940’s.
His fever dreams turned into fantastical creatures.
Made first of papier-mache, painted in Zapotec patterns
Circles, dots and stripes.
Did he know he was starting something big
when he made up the word alebrijes?
Colorful folk art made more famous by
artisians like Frida Kahlo, Diego Rivera and Arturo Cabellero
Alebrijes are hybrid creatures carved in wood, painted in
bright colors.
Representing animal totems or familiars,
they are part of the pop culture of Day-of-the-dead parades.
Horns representing earth, wings representing air,
fins representing water and dragons representing fire.
It makes sense I am completely drawn to the winged dragon.
I did not notice her azure eyes first.
I did not notice the gorgeousness of her beautiful hair
I noticed the sunlight, prancing on top of her crown
Delighting in her innocence.
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