white lace
angelic and pristine
reminds me of innocent babies and toddlers
petticoats and socks
black lace
gothic
devilish
sexy
worn by cougars and eager brides
enticing and sensual
red lace
ugly and tacky
Forevermore: is there such a place
does it perhaps exist on a star,
or, lost in clouds of lavender lace,
a secret saved inside a glass jar,
memories from a time very far
Forever more is in childhood’s tales
There it flies on a butterfly’s wings
It’s never found amid windy gales
but always found in castles of kings
And is in the notes a mermaid sings
Forevermore is the promise made
when love lifts those to walk on clouds
and dance midst colors of silver shade
Where only loveliness is allowed
and happiness is ever endowed.
I will find you in forevermore
We’ll wander through lilac-edged skies
On a bird’s wing, we’ll fly high before
sending whispers in crimson disguise
to golden rays in morning’s sunrise.
pink ribbon smile
wink drips a while
she like nothing else
warms to touch
kisses mouth
trapped in love again
sin flesh wax and fed
shes mine again
mind lost cant say when
pulls close pulse alone
bite lip and say hello
S=Storm of Roses Rage Red,
T=Teary eyes swell up.
O=Oh my love,
R=Reaching to kiss you,
M=Many miles away.
O=Over the many miles,
F=Friendship turned into true love.
R=Racing hearts reaching-reaching,
O=Out for each other.
S=Sleepless nights come with,
E=Early morning sunlight,
S=Shining through the lace curtains.
R=Red roses as pretty as they could be,
A=As I long for you to be here.
G=Going to soon be,
E=Engaged.
stark white vintage lace
wedding veil tablecloth
memory maker
Boys Forts
The boys would climb up,
taking toys and making noise,
into the tall trees.
Wearing funny hats,
yelling~ were their pants on fire?
we did laugh at them.
Girls Castles
Dining room table,
with long lace cloth was our spot,
under on the floor.
Dolls were everywhere,
tea and cookies were a treat,
we were princesses.
Toiled Cinderella
Grooms tighten the corset lace
Graced by birds and bees
Puffed up reddish face
Steps lead to loosing the shoe
Facing the music
Type of lace
Accentuating fine attire or
Tattoos accessorizing skin
WHITE LACE AND PROMISES*
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leaden skies speak of rain
raw winds whistle through branches ~
plum trees wear white bridal lace
promises
*Note: “White lace and promises” are words from a Carpenter’s song, “We’ve Only Just Begun.”
Antique ceiling tiles were shaking loose
I had a birds eye view of what would
be normal in this type of barn
the science of love is in
ones willingness to be loved
in such willingness one
includes their needs wants and
reputation
not wanting to be involved due
to association to others
might be enough
to reduce the feelings
and dissolve a relationship..
In poreparation for love
might two fdefined goals and simularities
mature emotionally
develop self awarness and socail
awarness
assocation will people
who resect the coulpe
and respect each person as an indivdaul
it steeps into respect
don't be afraid to experiment
with different approaches.
finding new freinds may lead you into
loving and liking new genres
technequies and proper focusing
Looking down at the object in her lap,
A single shoe with intertwined laces.
Each time she laced a pattern,
She would look down
Because it seemed so wrong to her.
But the more she laced,
The more she continued,
She started seeing the vision
Of a perfectly laced shoe.
It finished, produced,
Sat on her thighs,
Beneath her eyes.
And the phrase that came to her mind
Was, "My life and the lace are so alike."
It was not because her life was so perfect; no,
It was because they are both so imperfect.
Because she was always the rejected one.
Just like the lace,
Her beginning was not good nor perfect.
Which discouraged many people from actually giving her a chance to continue.
What hurts the most?
Is it their rejection?
Or is it her lack of a voice?
Is it the level of hatred they showed her?
Or is it the same treatment she gives even though she knows better?
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore!
As I sat upon a huge mushroom her eyes grow large and wide,
looking me up and down in my new purple lace dress.
The enchanted fairy said; I have only seen purple in my dreams,
never in real life or in a pretty lace purple dress.
As we sat and talked she offered me some hot tea,
she stirred the tea with a red and pink spotted leaf.
Before I knew it I was fast asleep,
in slow motion I waved to my new enchanted fairy friend.
She was dancing in purple dreams in other realms,
guess this pretty world was what she was talking about.
summery regal
by roadway
little girl's june crown
Antique lace
plastic face
so unnatural
trying to laugh
whilst in a difficult place
you cant change me
in something im not
wild dancing on the green vetch
secure in remoteness
as the world rises and falls
chilled as a crystal belfry
of a glazen star
Like the king of Cordoba’s treasury
Reflected in a robber’s eye
A laden dish of memory
Spills into the summer night
From a moving carriage window
A flaming garter flies
With whoops and calls
And high-pitched trills
The vehicle turns aside
Then flames appear at the curtains
And smoke pours out the doors
As the party falls out laughing
Onto the meadow floor
The air is rich with jacaranda
The earth is green with dill
As the ladies and gentlemen
Of the court
Commence a Spanish quadrille
Arms are raised in laced brocade
The men they clap and sing
The ladies turn and stamp their feet
Let the festival begin!
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