Early each morn
before the dawn
she primps and prettifies
shadows her eyes
lines her brows
lipstick applies
rouges her cheeks
powders her nose
lacquers her hair
files then paints her nails
fingers and toes
pampers places
it never shows
and every night
washes it all away
only to do it
go through it
all over again
exactly the same
at sunrise
the very next day
Categories:
lacquers, fashion, fun, humorous, woman,
Form: Rhyme
Month Ten ushers in a lustrous mystique
Where the blooming of hues unfold at last
As October lacquers tall elms quite sleek
An autumn’s radiant view unsurpassed
By other cycles, their tints paling fast.
10/18/2020
Autumn Poetry Contest of Francine Roberts
Categories:
lacquers, autumn, blessing,
Form: Quintain (English)
This misty river, scented sweet
From bare land you enthrall,
To quench the evening's sultry heat
Beside your cooling wall.
Low tide lends splendor to this rite
To twirl upon the dew
Then lacquers every ledge with white;
And powdered shades of blue.
Tanned cacti swoon to windy breeze
Quite mellow to the ear,
And harmony's drooled chant can seize
This desert atmosphere.
. ............ . .
Short Form Contest; Brian Strand
8/6/8/6 syl count--rhyme
Categories:
lacquers, creation, hope, uplifting,
Form: Quatrain
The Girls in Steno, 1970
When it’s break time
the girls all walk together,
cigarette-protector cases
clasped between their index
tapers and their thumbs.
On each girl’s fingers glow
iridescent lacquers.
When break time nears,
they peek at each other,
twinkle, giggle, nod.
When break time comes,
a bell rings and the girls rise
like Lazarus. High on heels
they click in couples down the hall
to fill an elevator.
They get off at One. There
they float across the cafeteria,
men everywhere,
eyes everywhere.
(Is he the one?)
When a new girl’s hired
the old girls
put her to the test:
Will she join them
for the coffee break?
If she does, she joins them forever,
even after she marries,
retires or expires.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
lacquers, on work and workingtime,
Form: Free verse
European-style elegance
Meets modern ingenuity
Where stools too high to sit in welcome tired feet in flip flops
Near the tourist bookstore
Standing just across the street
In tasteful jingles ~
Creaking through the heavy door
The ordinary becomes more.
Voices rise over carafe’s,
Through Musak in the old café
Where egg-shell mugs are neatly stacked below a chalkboard menu.
And in-between glossy lacquers
A ritual of life endures ~
With whipped cream topping
And a dash of chocolate sprinkles.
Categories:
lacquers, food, happiness, introspection,
Form: Lyric