Long Corsage Poems

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Taj Mahal

Noor* of Taj Mahal, jeweled in red stone 
 death or love, tranquil oasis alone
 rich jasper and jade hanging on its walls
 in cold melody, mourning music falls

 Mesmerizing bride in gossamer gown
 Veil reveals... the majestic palace crown.
 A medley of corsage strewn in sealed dream
 opulent facade,  beauty is the theme  

Pale blue sky in her iconic magic 
 wax melded moonlight triumphs a tragic 
 covenant of love, splendor celebrates
 passion so strong will never recreate

 Aurora of a queen in marble white
 glinting Yamuna*, her sole copyright. 




* Noor is an urdu word meaning Light
* Yamuna is the river on the banks of which Taj Mahal lies. 
Taj Mahal means Crown of the Palace 

19th July 2019


Sponsor	William Kekaula
Contest Name	ILMO My Mom 06-24-29-08-04-09--90th Heavenly Birthday--The Most Beautiful Sonnet
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Graduation Day

Seems like only yesterday,
when I wore a white cap and gown.                                                                                                                                    I was a very excited five year old,                                                                       
it was my kindergarten graduation.                                                                      
I was sick as a dog,
after crying until I could not breathe~mom said I could go.
The group diploma pictures were taken,
it was back home and back to bed feeling so sick.
I missed the party~I missed all the fun,
that made me really sad.
The years went by,
I had another chance to get it right.
A blue and white flower corsage I did wear,
school colors made me proud.
A night filled with family and friends,
for all to see what I had done.
Happy tears did fall,
as the next chapter in my life was about to start.
This time I was not missing the party,
cutting my big cake brought me much joy.

Date Written: 3/3/2023
Note: True story.

Premium Member Art-Frida Kahlo

On The Suicide Of Dorothy Hale

Known for her self portraits and her politics
Her famous unibrow and her elaborate dress
And for twice marrying Mexico's most renown muralist
Her paintings which bore her pain were well received
And to this day are still growing in success
However my intrigue lies in her greatest fail
Not still life nor self portrait rather
Her commissioned portrait of late actress Dorothy Hale
Asked for by Hale's friend publisher of Vanity Fair
Intended as a gift for the grieving mother
No doubt a caring gesture to ease untold despair
But Frida Kahlo in her visceral style
Produced The Suicide Of Dorothy Hale
A piece which did more to trumpet her own guile
More accurate and macabre a portrayal than anyone would expect
The actress in her leap from her high-rise suite
A ghostly image draped in white falling to her death
And at the bottom her lifeless body replete with bloody mess
Corsage of yellow roses pinned to her favourite black dress
For me this painting speaks more of Frida Kahlo's honesty
Than any self depiction
Her character, personality, and her absolute conviction.

17.05.06

At the bottom of the painting in blood red lettering reads
"In New York City on the 21st of October 1938, at 6:00 in the morning,
Dorothy Hale committed suicide by throwing herself from a very high window
in the Hampshire House. In her memory [...] this retablo was executed
By Frida Kahlo."

Premium Member On My First Date

"When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled
because you knew"  Shakespeare
_________________________

After the prom my date took me to a diner,
we were still wearing our formal wear;
oh, I felt so grown up and pretty, 
our faces glowed with love and happiness.
I was so excited that I trembled for I was, 
                    on my first date;
and my new love looked so proud he was bursting.

Proudly I let the soda jerk smell my corsage,
I will never take it off no matter what;
and I pause often to sniff the scent of the flower given,
                    on my first date.
A man beside us watches with a smirk and a smile,
and my love sweetly holds my pink sweater and gloves.

I will never ever forget this magical evening,
and never imagined anything could feel so wonderful;
mother had fussed with my dress and hair,
she wanted me to look perfect and beautiful;
                    on my first date.
I felt like a princess dancing at the prom over and over,
and after a slow walk home-  a tentative first kiss.

____________________________________
October 2, 2019


Poetry/Narrative/On My First Date
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1185-725-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, Realism Art
sponsor, Eve Roper, Inspiration #1

First Place
art
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Junk

Piles upon piles of dust and mold
Gather in a large closet up in the attic,
Where junk of memorabilia resides
Untouched for years   as I scan the heap
Of treasures accumulated: a prom's corsage
At 17, shelves of dresses, high-heels that
Tell me now I have grown four sizes larger!

Paperbacks circa 1980, eaten by bugs
from a  Literature nerd in grade school...
Journals   theater souvenirs looking like
Fossilized antiques from medieval ages,
Along with broken  Parker pens and oil
Tubes defying a frustrated artist,
With drawers of lace, beads, threads
As glue guns ( in yellow) stick on interior- design
Folders: then to reach out for music records;
Dollars saved in a jar as a novice in advertising:

Oh the thongs , underwear kept in cedar boxes--
A vision of  dates with sleek metro princes,
Discoing on  till they turn into wimpy frogs...
How chlorine scent jams my nostrils as I clear 
The unwanted pile-- mounds of pile that 
Stain my dingy face   my hair a  rocker's mop.
Die as I flood you with ammonia !   
Not the keepsakes...but those stinking fungi!



3/2/2017
Unwanted Guest Contest
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton


A Life :He Wept

He held the child for the first time
Such a fragile gift , he felt unworthy
As he watched her drift off to dream her first dream, 
he wondered  about the life awaiting her.
And he wept

She ran into his arms , tears flowed like rain
He could feel the pain she bore
He bandaged her knee and brushed her tears.
and held her until she felt safe again.
And he wept

Her first broken heart tore her in two
She cried for days on end. 
He wanted to hurt the unworthy man who did this
 to his baby girl, but he just held her close and caught her tears, 
And he wept.

The policeman at the door said nothing could be done, 
could he come identify the remains
His heart fell out that this his darkest day
too see his baby girl this way
And he wept

The crowd of friends and family all came to say farewell
, memories were shared of lives she touched 
and how she left so young. 
He stayed behind at the gravesite 
and said " I love you," one last time.
And he wept.

He sat alone and pulled out the videos
Her first steps, her first bike ride, first swim lesson
Her first corsage, Her prom dress
And the last gift she gave him
The wrinkled old sweater he will never throw away
And he wept

Premium Member Senior Prom

The Senior Prom was the social event of the school year!
I approached the occasion with great humility and fear.
Never knowing if I could get a date caused me apprehension,
But finding someone to go greatly eased my tension!

So many things for this momentous gala to prepare.
Rent a tuxedo and to the barber to clip my hair.
'Round the room with sister to practice the dance,
And brush up on the social skills my suavity to enhance!

As the great day neared I washed and waxed the car.
Everything must be perfect, nothing the affair to mar.
I shined my shoes and chose a corsage for a dollar;
Never mind that I didn't coordinate with her the color!

I donned my ill-fitting tux and reeked of Old Spice.
Her Mom greeted me saying, "My, you look nice!"
Swishing into the room perfectly coifed, in elegant gown,
Tottering on high heels, she tripped and nearly fell down!

At the banquet in the gym I tried to do my very best,
But despite it all, managed to slop sauce upon my vest!
Although there were chaperones and frustrations galore,
'Twas worth it all as she kissed me goodnight at her front door!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member High School Crush

Sitting in the classroom at the beginning of the school year
Worrying about how school will be for me as I sat filled with fear
Johnny, Sue and Cindy walking in with smiles, with no cares
Then you walked in I couldn't help myself but sit and stare

You had a head full of sandy blond curls and big green eyes
I suddenly felt warm and tingly all over to my surprise
Our eyes met and you gave me a huge white smile
I knew then this year had just improved by a mile

I decided to be daring and write you an anonymous note 
My confidence is not great and not sure about what I wrote
You read my note, and just sat there and didn't show any signs
I was not sure if you had a girlfriend or still could be mine

The school bell rang, it was now time to leave to go home
I left in a hurry walking out very fast and alone
I heard my name called, I then stopped and turned around
There you stood smiling, I felt dizzy and my heart pound

You asked if I sent you that note and wanted to talk
I said yes, I did and we left together on a slow walk
Prom is in a month and you asked me to be your date
I said yes, I would love to and didn't even hesitate

You came to my door with a corsage the night of the prom
We had a great night it was like living a through a song
The night was perfectly magical and I felt so much bliss
Especially when the night ended with our first romantic kiss

1/6/19

School Time Crush Contest
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal
Form: Rhyme

Tributes

Laid in a ragged carpet,
a corner of the street
awash with vivid colour,
a vision bittersweet.
Between the sagging flowers,
ribbons and cellophane,
a portrait and a smiling bear
whose face belies the pain.
With passing days the blossoms wilt
the colours fade, they die,
raindrops run down the frame and glass
the silent portrait cries.
The world still turns, people walk past,
flowers will soon be gone,
rainbow of sorrow washed away
and life will carry on.
But my bouquet shall never fade
for it never lay there,
a posy that no hand had made,
this corsage made of prayers.
Sent skyward like a new bride's gift
beyond the stars above,
tied with ribbons that cannot fray
such is the strength of love.
More streets may fill with flowers as
more sorrow surely comes,
but my bouquet will still shine on
like a thousand setting suns.
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Carnations Pure Love

Carnations Pure Love

Carnations
Of many rainbow radiant colors
Kiss of heavens fragrance
With a heavy, spicy floral aroma tinged by sweet dark honey
~
Carnations
Corsage around my wrist
My first prom I cannot wait
And, lose myself in your arms as we dance

                                              Silence

Kiss on the check; Daddy says be back before midnight
~
Carnations
Garland crown around my head
Express love deepens in my heart for thee
Found my home in the sea of your love to carry me
For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part
A kiss on the lips on my wedding day and with you the rest of my life
~
Carnations
Ink on my abdomen
Strong arms encircles my waist
Fingers brush and take my breath away
A kiss of blooms not forgotten
Doors open and mountains moved
~
Carnations
Casket spray
Lullaby love of heaven you’re taken away from me
Amazing grace and sermon said
To say goodbye
~
Carnations
Of many rainbow radiant colors
Kiss of heavens fragrance
With a heavy, spicy floral aroma tinged by sweet dark honey

11/3/2015
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

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