Oh, would that I could speak of love
Of passion and of red high heels
Of lacy things and whispered kisses
But if I did all would be memory
Soft twinges teasing a timid heart
A shadow cast on a distant stage
And yet I speak for love remains
Weary eyes and veined hands
Searching in a darkened warmth
For lacy things and whispered kisses
For passion without red high heels
Oh, would that I could speak of love
amorphous diamonds
scattered across evening sky ~
finest filigree
midst forget-me-nots
deep purple and white passion
plum and bright blue world
lacy like cream clouds
honey sunshine Saturday
fluttery shadows
day follows dream day
for family of flowers
memorable moon
Dainty lacy fingers of ice like crocheted filigrees
Are creeping across the cold, blue windowpane,
Like tri-mast ocean schooners on stormy seas
Dainty lacy fingers of ice like crocheted filigrees
A tiny spider is brought to its tiny fragile knees
Trying to find a bit of warmth, I’m afraid, in vain
Dainty lacy fingers of ice like crocheted filigrees
Are creeping across the cold, blue windowpane.
Written January 29, 2022
Red lacy lingerie
Yes there was a time
Not only did I wear it
I sizzled
Red lacy lingerie
Not built for comfort
But built to be seen
I was all that
Red lacy lingerie
I thought I looked corpulent
I did not.
Filled out in exactly the right places
Red lacy lingerie
Now I see it in the store
And I smile
Remembering the days of my youth
she rises and floats
in a lacy dress of white
skirted by heavens own light
soaked in morning thought
the rainfall caresses " life "
in creative fanfare time
charcoal middling clouds
singing songs, await her not
she is happy as can be
lofting in God's house
as soft as angel whispers
her voice carries me away
7/14/2019
Used image # 1
for the fives and sevens contest
verdant lacy moss
nestles tree in loving way
ethereal entrance
a diamond magic
the lacy glistening snow
delighting me so
Written: 12-21-2018
Contest: Winter Haiku Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
The sun saturates the Spanish moss,
hangs from the oaks like a lacy dress
A lovely, warm grayish green under the sea,
showing every stitch in the lace, swaying like a living reef
Nature created a lace that sun nurtures and air gives water
There is a sting nestled in the moss, a gnat that bites
like the burn of fire coral
Sunlight kisses the tips of the moss with a benediction of life.
A little thanks from me to you,
For all you've done and all you do.
Work life would've been much more dire,
If you weren't always there to inspire.
Thank you for forever letting me moan,
Advice on hand and an ear on loan.
Cracking jokes and making me laugh,
So much better than the rest of the staff.
It's really been a continuous pleasure,
They don't deserve you, you absolute treasure!
Written by Gail DeBole on May 29, 2017
Lacy Limerick lived on a lane
Named Limerick off a street named Main
As if that wasn't enough
Here's even more weirder stuff
Limerick was also the town's name.
There is more about Lacy to know
A poet who wrote humor that flowed
Can you guess what comes next?
She was one of the best
Limericists with a talent that glowed.
Gomer, quite the character
He loves to run in the woods
Doesn't stay home, like he should
If only, he'd be good.
Lacy is Gomer's mama
She is up in years
She is my favorite
Losing her, I fear.
Lacy is spoiled
Isn't here at night
Her friend Micky and her
Are pretty tight.
Gomer, loves to sleep with us
He needs to feel secure
He is just as spoiled, if not more
We live them both, very dear
Sitting outside here
Something caught my eye
So beautiful and fast
It was a lovely butterfly
It slowly landed
On my favorite rose
That beautiful flower
You could smell with your nose
Woodpecker was so loud
Annoyed the heck out of me
As I was looking at the clouds
Lacy went running fast as can be
Oh, no! There's a skunk
That's why she went so fast there
Tonight, having her sleep inside
To us wouldn't be fair
Barely can breathe
Thanks to her being sprayed
Outside she can go
Right to the garage and lay
Sun was still shining so bright
Right down on me
Made me wanna jump with glee
Happiest moment yet
Is when my man I can see
Coming home to be with me
Lovely lacy writes what she knows
Her angelic voice continually flows
Reaching from past pain, darkness and despair
Restoring others faith with lyrics that are quite rare
Forgiveness and mercy dances on the stage
As the destiny healer writes with prophetic sage
Metal of angels, psalms of the redeemed
When delicate matters are uttered they just glisten and glean
Atmosphere changers
Silences all strangers
Environment alterations
With Warmth and supplication
Radiating spiritual peace
While chaining former raging beasts
Gifts of sunrises echo through
All this woman seems to do.
Band "Flyleaf"
Loving cups open their lips,
drawing nourishment from life-giving rays.
Lacy double flower resembling two tulips
is a harbinger of warmer spring days,
bright and cheerful as the sun ablaze.
*Written February 26, 2012 for Francine’s “*****willows or Daffodils” contest
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