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You trail the parkway with your grace
Lusciousness of weeping willows
Gentle breeze with sways and billows
Surreal beyond commonplace
Lavish greens beckon and entice
With promises of paradise
You reach out in a strong embrace
Seductive alluring sultry
Hypnotic brush of artistry
Much how a mermaid would enlace
Take our breath away with her charm
So coyly beguile and disarm
And to reverie you give chase
Somersetting and minuetting
in this most idyllic setting
You trail the parkway with your grace
Surreal beyond the commonplace
You reach out in a strong embrace
Much how a mermaid would enlace
And to reverie you give chase
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on June 15, 2018 for contest NEW CONSTANZA sponsored by EMILE PINET - RANKED 4TH
He was once a well-built youth wielding young power
That waned little by little with every advancing hour,
Those days his upheld gait scared both man and beast,
Very stout and with less manly things contented least.
Sweet adorable girls cooed coyly under his juvenile charm
And the irresistible lover would brandish his wicked smarm
That got the whole village sick with his rare masculine clout,
His unequaled skill and unrivaled sway were never in doubt.
But now grey hair and a curved back and neck are all that’s left
Of our once-upon-a-time macho man unforgiving and so deft.
I saw him childishly chew on his pink lollipop down the road
Grinning and halting rather often to pick some rusty metallic rod.
Agga Aggrey was a male of superior standing in his day
But he forgot that both strength and youth soon decay…
There was a silver tree
Which shimmered under a moonlit night,
And eloped coyly whenever the sun wanted to kiss it.
Spring was every night
When the sky became murky blue,
The labyrinth of the gaudy leaves,
Would intrigue a palette to purge itself through a painter’s eyes,
A blind one indeed,
Since the hue of the dark
Could not be known better.
Once there was blue, green and blood.
And all the passions of a relentless being,
But through the tentacles of time
Obscurity and Obsequiousness burgeoned,
Rain and snow scraped the rainbow
The branches wrinkled like a serpent slumber.
If I had a starry night of my own,
I would sleep under the silver tree,
The stars, peeping through the intricacy,
Imposturous but magnificent,
Would let me see, what nobody else could,
In the quietness, like glittery smiles,
Flowers on my silver tree..
A chill wind bites coyly at exposed necks,
not yet draped in tourniquets of wool.
A wrapping of white, buries ribbons of asphalt.
The ways fills with metallic horsepower.
Goblets of slush like spittle fall, splat,
upon once virginal snowfields.
The rape of Winter had begun.
Rutting like rabid beasts in heat,
the roadways lay revealed before the power of the storm.
Cumulous clouds belch from grills of chrome.
As Winter like the Sabine Women, weapon in hand,
pummels the oncoming horde with icicles.
Power falls from an angry, cloud-filled, sky
weighty and white, Winter defends herself.
The surge of day brings forth an endless tide of travelers;
trampling her breast, ravaging, the once pristine vista;
shredding the thin veil of purity, only the Goddess brings;
laying waste, in mounds of mud like filth, The Mother.
She curls inward. Her indrawn breath freezes gears
grinding, screeching, shrieking the earth succumbs.
In snow like ash she lays vanquished.
I remember our first picnic
In an isolated spot
By a cool mountain waterfall
On a summer day very hot
We were still just young kids
The dates we had were very few
I welcomed this opportunity
To be alone all day with you
We laid out our blanket
Near a pool formed by the stream
The hike to this isolated spot
Took hours, or so it seemed
The weight of the backpack
Stuffed with food and bottles of wine
I was glad to be relieved of
When the perfect spot we did find
It was you who suggested we take a dip
To cool off from our hike
Though we hadn’t thought to pack swim suits
A fact I was starting to like
I watched you very closely
Unveil perfection before my eyes
You were coyly enjoying me staring
I hadn’t started undressing – I realized
We swam and then we ate some lunch
Still unclothed we sipped red wine
Before our picnic had come to an end
I was yours and you were mine
Twenty-five years later
Once a year we picnic there
Still never packing swim suits
And your perfection everywhere
Mother nature appears and disappears as she desires, just sheer reminders of her omnipotent power
A distant rumble high in the sky, We know she's coming but we know not the hour
Securing all windows and locking all doors, or did we forget?
Her formidable presence is not to be questioned yet the hour is no time to fret
You see, precautions and faith must abide fervently in the mind and heart
Each must do his or her part to ensure a secure start
Ominous clouds, thunder, rain, and window-shattering winds
At the moment, mind, body, and spirit are all in disarray, not knowing when the madness will end
Shhhhhhh!!!! Now peace! Yes, sweet peace and calm all abound
Remnants of what used to be liberally laying around
A suspended moment in time as we stand, look and reflect on this catastrophic state
Trying to pick up the pieces but as we look around, we see that the damage is far too great
A glimpse of the sun coyly peeks out from the clouds, sending another ray of hope
Healing and learning after the storm, just praying and hoping for a brighter scope
"Andrea, with the accent on the dray",
she coyly introduced herself to me.
Exotic, dazzling beauty; to this day
her face still lingers in my memory.
My life till then seemed vaguely out of tune,
now, dulcet melodies played in my ear.
Her smile could warm the sun and melt the moon -
I'd dreamed of dating her that whole school year.
"Quit you like men", my father used to say,
so girding up my loins, I asked her out.
Expecting her rejection that tense day,
she answered, "Sure!" as I suppressed a shout.
We went out for some pizza, piping hot;
I saw in her no scarcity nor flaw.
My mind in wonder at her every thought,
meanwhile my eyes were pleased by what they saw.
Her lovely hair, like melted chocolate: rich
and silky smooth, at just the perfect length.
Good conversation was what scratched her itch
and I came thinking that was just my strength.
Sometimes though, bridges end up getting burned;
teen dreamers should be wary where they roam.
For when our dinner check arrived, I learned
alas, I'd left my money back at home!
Hugely embarrassed, I could barely speak;
up to that point, how nice the night had been.
I hardly left my room for one whole week,
too shy to ever ask her out again.
Life turned out great, I married well. And yet,
she still remains 'the one that got away'.
I reminisce with traces of regret,
Andrea, with the accent on the dray.
The rumours were persistent; the split was on the cards
sad news to music lovers, despair for lonely hearts.
Fab Four disintegrated, a tragedy for some,
but fame by then was certain, a legend to become.
My mates and fans forever declared fidelity
and threw a crazy party...they called it Let It Be!
The sound reverberated; the place was dimly lit,
the atmosphere inviting; each song a Beatles’ hit.
We bumped into each other as we reached out for wine.
We clicked...tacit agreement, which suited us just fine.
I asked her name in passing, not wanting to intrude,
She laughed and coyly told me, “Hey, babe, just call me Jude.”
We merged with rhythmic music; unnoticed time went by.
Our drinks were spiked, and goodness, that sent us really high!
We danced till early morning, and that’s when I passed out
I came to on a sofa to beat of Twist and Shout.
Two drowsy days then followed, as well as restless nights;
with blurry eyes all heavy, could not withstand the lights.
I often think and wonder ‘bout Jude my stranger-friend
who whispered with insistence: ‘I wanna hold your hand’.
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Contest: Rock ‘n Roll Rhyme Fest
Sponsor: Phillip Garcia
© 8th September 2016
Catnip Skies
The catnips kickin’ in - I can’t resist
surrounded by these blue and purple pests
hear the songs sweet catnip coyly sings
amid the drone of all these beating wings.
Surrounded by these blue and purple pests
thus do I lay here mesmerized
amid the drone of all these beating wings
blue angels flitting through my catnip skies/
Thus do I lay here mesmerized
hear the songs sweet catnip coyly sings
blue angels flitting through my catnip skies
the catnips kickin’ in - I can’t resist.
3/16/2016
submitted to – Personification in Phantoum form Kittens & Butterflies
sponsor – Eve Roper
The Perfection of the Universe
The crystalline carpet fills in the vast landscape
Snowflakes twirl like ballerinas in the theater of the universe
Twinkling stars decorate the heavens
The mountain tops peak out from the snow-like clouds
The constellations conspire to take over the azure sky
The golden sunrise casts brilliance over the majestic land
Blushing sun beams coyly shoot rays onto the earth
The caress of the wind rustles up the left-over emerald foliage
The soft murmur of the wind whispers from tree to tree for the day to begin
The droplets of dew slide off the crisp, fresh leaf
The cadence of the birds humming in the near distance
A brook sings a lullaby to the forest
The mystery of the word is at work
Everything as is it should be
Everything is perfection