Long Cotillion Poems
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Fully Autumn
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A fine, clear creek
Trickling water
Flows long on by,
As Earth presents
Such a festive
Winding valley’s show.
Sun’s rays sigh.
Sprinkling lights shift nigh.
So sooner do feelings rise
To gift
Such a landscape with its due awe;
To sing glee
As Nature calls
Her choirs to harmonize,
Accompanied by
The wistful poems of
Mounds of carmine mums,
Tipping their petite
Petals within each
Wending breeze;
To scatter away worries
By tracing the last flights
Of silver-spotted butterflies,
Aiming skyward through
This autumn’s afternoon.
Transforming trees stand
Splendid in a flutter-falling
Of their leaves — a gracing
By colors
On the fingertips of
The wind — with their lounging sway
— this way then to the other—
As created to be
Life’s November cotillion —
For a dance, and
Then a sylvan space to
Sleep before snow
Covers over all…
Still, unburied, with a promise
Of resilience.
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(c)sally young Eslinger
10/28/2
Thanks be to God
Dressed to the nines, but with a lethal twist,
her cover blown, enacts her exit plan.
Those lips, a deep vermillion, never missed;
cotillion entrance stops hearts for a span.
A needle in the bracelet at her wrist…
With subterfuge to rival a MacBeth,
a poise belies her young and tender age.
Bare balanced on a blade ‘twixt life and death,
a china doll conceals a tiger caged.
Eyes locked on him, there’s murder on her breath.
She smiles, and with those eyes, the trap is sprung.
Embracing her, the prick is never felt.
Then pressing in, he forces past her tongue;
in mock response, she firmly clasps his belt,
glides to a chair - one down, the night is young.
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for the THREE STANZA POEM IN QUINTAIN (SICILIAN) Poetry Contest
sponsored by Milt Hankins
written on 10/07/22
Ah, at a magnificent place 'twas
this ball held!
With gorgeous jam debutantes,
arriving one by one.
Sorry you were not there!
To behold the debutantes and
their escorts gliding down the
winding stairs
Such beautiful faces,and all
superbly trained in fine cotillion
graces.
First came Rose Petal and Seville
Orange, a stunning pair!
Then Honeysuckle and Sir Hawthorne,
so stunning they drove the crowd wild.
Next, the gorgeous Pearadise
and Sir Quince, so gorgeous we
all did wince!
Cherry and the famed Knight
Elderberry made all heads turn.
Sparkling Dandelion and Prince
Habanero, so lovely, struck our
hearts like arrows.
The Viennese Waltzes began,
a night so memorable.
We all applauded such gorgeous
couples.
Mesmerized by such grace beyond
finite.
Each couple,bowed and left us "
eventually.
With dreams of next years cotillion,
We all pledged to be!
September 12, 2019
*These are names of actual names
of homemade jams and jellies.
Written 24, 2023, For Robert James Liguori Politics Contest
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Politics is what triggers nations to collide.
A place where power and ambition coincide.
Oh, the acrimony of aspiring to be a politician.
To navigate the hazardous tides and mission
The first thing they master is to never say yes.
Since the thrill of politics is rife with impress.
You're required to dazzle, prevail, and flourish.
And convince the populace, inspire, and nourish.
A campaign—a search for fans, a quest to know
Promising alternatives, with a chance to show
What the population genuinely desires
That you may fulfill their wishes and inspire.
They express their imprint on the political stage.
A lively hug, a brittle society, a burning cage
Should no cotillion of stigmas, no excision of a few.
To avoid immoral speech and unsavory eschew.
Gone are the days when luring was hard.
Now, with the gift of persuasion, you can discard,
Human minds have evolved, times have changed,
But darkness and sin have also been arranged.
We operate in harmony, never to stigmatize.
We prize no demimondaine, no social pragmatize
In the history of our society, there are evil deeds.
We embrace the ideals of brotherhood and creed.
Red and blue are our only choices.
Divisions and conflicts, our society's voices,
Genocide, broken treaties, and illness
Insulting names, cultural destruction, and distress
We envy to induce people not to become illiterate.
We may spur elders and penurious, if considerate,
No sectarianism or partying; no debating whence.
Yet, in a culture where virtue is of high precedence
I can't walk in my niche, yet I'm apprehensive.
Politics and society as a whole are impressive.
Courteous decisions are diplomatic and wise.
For the commonweal betterment, we devise
In this smooth domain, where everyone is heard,
We build a society that stands undeterred.
integrated society, a beacon of hope,
Where harmony and justice in a melody cope.
Q: Who is the current Chief of Staff?
A: The resident President.
Q: What is an old, lame, deaf, half-blind Sherlock Holmes?
A: A defective detective.
Q: Who is the magician who ate all the pasta when no one was looking?
A: The linguini Houdini.
Q: What is a day in the life depiction of the First Family on view in the rotunda of the White House?
A: An Obama diorama.
Q: What is a doctor who operates on a big fish to remove the roe?
A: A sturgeon surgeon.
Q: What disease did the star of "Veep" get from drinking unbottled water when she was in India?
A: Julia Louis-Dreyfus typhus.
Q: What is a debutante dance for snakes, alligators, etc.?
A: A reptilian cotillion.
Q: How do people in third-world countries view America's "open door" policy?
A: As an immigration invitation.
Q: Selfridge's was a fine example of what kind of department store?
A: A Victorian emporium.
Q: Where would you be if you found yourself trapped between this world and another?
A: In dimension suspension.
Form:
LIGHT FROM DARKNESS
~ Pansies ~
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Magenta
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Cornflower
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Bittersweet
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Stems, like jellyfish tentacles
Iris-eyes stare curiously
~ From ~
Winter’s darkest sable night
~ Yet ~
A source of awesome sunlight
Illuminates capacious sherbet hues
A spiritual source?
Artist’s hand on the wall?
Joy precociously leaps into outer space
~ Cotillion of unopened buds ~
hold their breaths in anticipation
Kim Rodrigues ©2017
Scrumptious sight of prairies and grass
Ardent beaming of flower buds and buzzing bees
Leafless coils, branches of trees become alive
Hastening! Arousing everyone's joy and vive
Everyone happy on cheerful springtime!
A cotillion trips and chirps of jolly birds
From some distance, I have started to heard
Fantastic shun and kisses of pretty butterflies
Tempting all species of flora and fauna to thrive
Welcoming, beckoning the heat of summertime!
First crisp of breeze, creating dew in morning
Canopy of red and orange leaves from branches, enchanting!
Turning the world into a canvass of nature's brush
Unnoticeable, such romantic dash making anyone blush
Revel, embrace the sweet amorous season of autumn!
Solid chilling raindrops of snowflakes
Giving warning: careful during breaks
Covering branches, bringing icy cold aches
Yet, skiing an exhilarating cool escape
Delight in the coolness ambiance of winter!
BY
olive_eloi
2:22 pm
02/26/2014
CONTEST: MEMORIES ON BRANCHES
SPONSOR: GAIL ANGEL DOYLE
4TH PLACE
"No sight is more provocative of awe than is the night sky."
- Llewelyn Powys
Tonight it seems as if moonlight sings
and stars surround her in nocturnal musings.
Would that I were an angel with feathered wings,
I'd fly to bask within the golden light of her haloed rings
I stood in awe of her without askance
Mesmerized by the sight as if I was in a trance
Agasp of the night's celestial beauty with each glance
I imagined they were enjoying their cotillion with a dance
Suddenly a shooting star took the stage
in a solo ballet, it's swan song earned with age
Brilliantly it gleamed with flames as if it was in a rage
I was breathless watching it glow, then its death to assuage
From shadows, I quietly observed them tonight
watching the heavenly gems shining ever so bright
as the moon glimmered and stars shimmered their light
I was amazed by the magnificence of the breathtaking sight
HOSTAGES TO FORTUNE
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“Luck—that’s what some call it, a capricious cotillion with probability, eventually holding one hostage to fortune…” quote by the poet
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Onlookers watch, brows furrowed with wisdom,
judging the inanity of my gambles, the absurdity of my heart~
the unwise pledge made to destiny and chance.
Is it luck I chase or a deeper current pulling me onward,
a commitment to something unseen~
a surrender to the unknown Hand that guides me?
Consequences sometimes sharp and bitter~
Are they lessons etched in pain or moments of grace,
divinely ordained, the Master shaping my soul?
Were my falls intended all along,
an awkward dance orchestrated by a Divine hand,
making me a willing hostage not to fortune but to faith?
Yes, I am a hostage, bound and gladly surrendered~
a devotee of faith's uncertain embrace.
In my captivity, I find the ultimate freedom.
Sophia's ABC Masquerade Ball
A masquerade ball of wisdom’s wisdom in a wink and a smile
Blessings in disguise –uncovered - not hidden in plain sight
Costume ball for aha moments comfortable in their own skin
Dancing discernments so light on their feet – dancing on air -
Elegant eloquence self-evident - no charades behind masks or eyes filled with stars
Festive fundamentals of sweet understanding trip the light fantastic -
Getting into the groove – give it a whirl - no two left feet for
Humble agreement unifying two dancer’s cotillion
Intuition’s insights of infinite wisdom unmasked in understanding
Jump and jive when discovered quite by surprise
Kissed by sheer delight and laughter or caressed in consolation
Lifetimes of proverbs accept the invitation to fill their dance cards, live and learn,
Maxims and mottos – mothers of invention – chaperone this carnival -
Nods of recognition in nuggets of wisdom cross finite dance floors -
Over the moon when asked to dance - little words speaking volumes -
Perspective and simplicity slow dance to shower pennies from Heaven,
Quick as a wink, on the masquerade queen for a day;
Ribbons of common threads rendezvous in a boogie-woogie
Silver linings revealed by the star struck song and a dance;
Transparent masks of second sight glimpse into common ground
Unveiling tigers of truth not pouncing but purring softly in waltzes -
Vanish the shadows of disagreement – not cutting in on virtuous patience
Whirling in a dance joined by the rhythm of deep agreement where
X marks the spot as inspired ideas rejoice in shared understanding
Yielding precious pearls – treasure of the tender memo received - read and acknowledged -
Zeroing in on Sophia’s masquerade ball.
N/A 6-12-20