Long Blush Poems
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Before you ~
I dreamed in sepia
With you ~
my eyes opened to see blacks and whites
Awake ~ vision sharpened into colors I never knew existed
a look a hug a kiss
more~ so much more ~
You offered me the gift of a kaleidoscope world
Where ~
your laughter blew away the gray clouds and I saw a sky of blue
your wink put the rosy blush in my pale cheeks
your lips pressed mine into the magenta of fine wine
your love turned my life into a kaleidoscope world ~
filled with wondrous new colors every day.
Down Tallahassee
Down Florida way
The talents of a poet
Make this Highlanders day
The writes we read
The tales she shares
Incredible words
Just make me stare
The more I read
The more I enjoy
I'm like a new kid
With it's favourite toy
As her grammar builds
The pictures show
Her mind on paper
As her words purely flow
A start and finish
Is a must
A poets honour
As the readers trust
This poet has it in her every say
I smile when her names my way
The manner in which she enriches us
To my poems she comments
And makes me blush
Proud polite and never flashy
This most wonderful
Tallahassee Lassie
How My Cat Got To Vote
@FICTION WITH A MESSAGE@
I dressed up my cat, making her look, lovely and fat.
A long, blond, sexy wig and a big furry, leopard hat.
On a huge pillow in an expensive, wheel chair,she sat.
We went to where questions were not asked so we both
Clandestinely,went, with no integrity to vote!
That bright day, where there would be no Faux Pas.
I didn't care if we were breaking American voting law!
Come now, I loathe police, law and order! Peeuuw!
Grow up, let's fool them,all the country, let it fall and
Open all those once, life saving borders!
Let us never work, get SSI checks, we Medicare Marauders!
I just rolled Kitty in, no were questions asked!
I had my dead Mom's ID, if a question came to task.
Easy as can be ~to cheat on voting in the land of the free.
Blaming all in the USA who had any money,more than me!
Whoopee, I jumped with boundless, inner cheer,
How very proud~worldwide anarchists are here.
I gave Kitty fresh salmon, that very special night.
I was so proud of breaking voting rules, that very night.
V is for victory! Or, so I heard it said.
"Honesty and integrity are nothing” I proclaimed!
But something so terribly American in me, had me blush,beet red!
I lost my soul and integrity, for less liberty??
And I sold out to Communist mush,how they love me!
CELEBRATE A LOVING THANKSGIVING
HUGS
PANGIE
11/26/2024
Freshman geek. Computer nerd.
Shy, sweet, not my type.
So why did his presence follow me like
A homeless, hungry puppy?
Unforgettable, undeniable, irresistible.
Just friends, but my heart already knew.
And the Matchmaker smiled.
Electricity in his touch.
Butterflies in my stomach.
The blush of new love spilled over our every move like technicolor.
Heady, intoxicating, fated.
The ring was the first stroke of our eternal masterpiece.
And the Artist smiled.
Contentment in his arms.
Security in his hands.
Playing house is a never-ending dance that he leads and I follow.
High lifts, low dips, dizzy spins.
The music swells, and he empowers me with the strength of his love.
And the Maestro smiled.
And from the super nova that is us
Exploded a third frenetic energy.
An atom of me and a molecule of him becomes the best of both our worlds.
Chubby, adorable, life-changing.
I know that two have not become three, but one.
And the Chemist smiled.
Heart growing like the Grinch's
Yearning to be filled.
Not from our seed, but a seedling from another.
Braids, dark skin, untrusting eyes
Transplanting a flower who has been neglected, whose petals have begun to wilt and drop.
And the Gardener smiled.
Days of parasailing through life,
Others being dragged behind the boat.
But never a regret choosing our crew for the journey.
Poor, rich, blessed.
Riding the waves of life on a board built for four.
And the Kahuna smiles still.
Just woke up early today
Thinking of you near me.
Looking out the window by the bay
But only seeing the sun above me.
If I can write the words to say
To you and only you I share
You can feel my joy from within
Every time you are near as I stare.
If I come to you full of blush
Will you look at me with hush?
Or should I step back and turn around?...
Like you always see me spellbound.
Let's walk together under the bright light
Until the sun rests at night
Spend the whole night 'til twilight
Dreaming of good things ahead of sight.
Feel me when I whisper while you are asleep
In your ears you may not hear me
In your dreams you'll see me
Embracing you so tight
Waking up with all my love to keep.
Love me now and stay with me
Keep me now and don't leave me
Together we dream with serendipity
And love each other 'til eternity.
You are my dream!
(For all the girls in Gauteng)
The Rose of Rathanda
I am the ultimate ruby blush of Rathanda, so overwhelmingly fragrant the moon faints .
My petals, spun from stolen starlight, dictate the very tides of the Indian Ocean.
Kings forfeit crowns just for one blinding glimpse of my of my majestic, blushing, burning Rathanda beauty.
When I bloom, the world holds its breath, fearing the sheer, searing, staggering power.
I make the sun feel like a mere flickering candlelight in a dreary, dark, drafty hallway.
I am the eternal, ethereal, existential epicenter of all divine desire.
I am the Violet
I am a
Today begins a union blessed
By heaven’s gentle hands,
And as my feelings do suggest
Its strength eternal stands.
Into your eyes, my lover sweet
I’ll stare with great regard,
For mine do burn with ardent heat
Behind them once so scarred.
But turmoil’s charring disappeared
Upon the sight of you,
And moments forth I have revered
The passion since imbued.
Beneath this arch of Springtime buds
And Winter’s ivory lace,
My body’s true emotion floods
With visions of your face.
Into your softened hands I’ll place
A golden ring of truth,
And signaling His vestal grace
I’ll kiss your tender youth.
Yet when your countenance does gray
With wrinkled shades of time,
My lover’s blush shall not astray
I’ll think you more sublime.
And when I fall to final sleeping
You may learn to trust,
That our love I am safely keeping
Risen from my dust.
For you, my love, are truly mine
Forever from this day,
And together we combine
Life’s beautiful bouquet.
So as a blooming flower shines
In May when it’s anew,
To you, my dearest love divine,
I proudly say, “I do.”
Fresh spots of violet creak through the sky
Silently, violently assaulting the eye
Lavenders blush in the sweetest of hue
Spring has arrived with the calmness of blue
Soft summer rain dapples the floor
Raindrops like diamonds on the old barnyard door
The orange of sunset, as the dragonflies glow
And the mesmerised sounds, as the young cattle low
Warm autumn apples fall from the bough
To be sprinkled with honey for the fattening sow
Pumpkins erupt in shimmering gold
As the sheep return leisurely to the warmth of the fold
Crisp winter cold is dark and succinct
Foreboding clouds all around, as the sun is extinct
The jingle of sleigh bells can be heard up ahead
As the enveloping stillness leads you to bed
Either from constricted throat or hesitated poise,
I find that creepy silence a deafening noise!
Like bees it buzzes in the core of my frazzled mind
Speak up, my dear, if you can be so kind!
See, like a red red rose withering to gray,
I find myself fading day after day
Left out to wonder what your mind may do,
I blush like a virgin nun, but tingle blue
If eyes only had a big, fat mouth
We’d be married with children and a fine, nice house
But love, eyes can only do so much!
If I feel mine water, I will hide it with a punch!
For cat’s sake—snap out of this frustrating state!
Look alive, help us both feel great!
I promise if I wither like that tearful rose
I will spray you with my not-so-silent hose!
Here
I am here.
...a small weathered grey stone in the middle of an ecru cube
I am, as if woven with willowy white by spider to this chair
shedding my last skins
molting, melting, swelling, crusting over
a dampened facade of makeup…
and hidden band aids
and instead of drinking
Coffee
in the cafés of Berlin...where a handsome stranger leans over
and kisses my hand
stares long into my un-wedded blue eyes
I flush and blush
17 again
an irresistible bowl of fruited ambrosia
but here, at my faux wooden desk…
with my green porcelain pear vase …sprouting fragile pale cream roots
facing a blank wall
my roots …are grey and silver
I am more a dried apple
in a pantry drawer…listening for foot falls
than a place where red flags dance
nostrils fill with rich beaned aromas
I am here ...instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin