Long Dainty Poems
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Swarmed by choral tunes of early birds,
Her hands mold curves into shape, touched by love
While fluid eyes hum as bands entwine.
Till weeks alight requesting for night’s quiet rest,
Yet mornings lift palms on the same shade
Pinning tiny beads embossed like rows of wreaths
Crocheted strips finally twirl in dainty pattern
The perfect mingling of straws looped in elegance;
Finally, the night before a most special ceremony
When aisles of the church prepare my young walk,
Grandma smiles tearily and hands me...
My first woven flower-girl basket.
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* I was told that Grandma lost her interest
in weaving when she cut her palms. After 5 years,
she began crafting when she found out I was the only
flower-girl to his son's wedding ( my uncle).
Contest: Kim Morrison's True Story
by nette onclaud
Brightness of your mankind,
spread everywhere like wind.
Your attitude changed my mind's thought,
Your gratitude taken off my heart's drought.
Trauma of mine was taken away by your smile,
But you disappeared in a meanwhile.
Finally we met there between colourful flowers,
You holding rose in and suddenly the rain showers.
Me coming towards you with a pink blush, And thanking you for being my crush.
When I saw you for the first time,
My Heart was beating like rhyme.
I wished that moment for being mine,
Suddenly, my mom said "Wake up! The sun is to shine".
I washed my eyes for clarity,
And I met with the reality.
That was my dainty dream,
Which brought me sweet smile like cream.
Please meet me once with surety,
May be then you feel my love's purity.
May these lines come true now,
But my Heart asking me How?
While looking back, I think of this…
and cannot understand
How strange the fact, that something owned by someone grand,
a china cup, so delicate, and brought here from another land,
blue and dainty in my hand,
would last beyond the grave...intact
Although my dear, enchanting friend,
more fragile than a tiny cup,...
her life would have to end
~
A river of blue
washed over my morning's mood...
Sorting through her things
carefully wrapped in tissue,
I found her blue-willow cup
_5/10/13_______________________________________________________
Originally for A Free Verse plus Tanka Challenge describing "blue"
Dainty delicate bluebells seem to twinkle like faeries in the meadow
Ultramarine sky smiles, seeing elves and gnomes missed by people
Daybreak has an extra pretty tinge of promised pinks and tangerine,
There is a topaz jewel of innocence in dawn’s early light.
Emerald fields glisten under the dew that appears from somewhere
Ruby coneflowers begin glancing around, deciding on their next move
What do I spy in the recesses of the garden gate? A snowy white rose.
Renegade, with a slight touch of lime around her inner blossom.
Yellow sunbeams work their magic, uplifting and revitalizing the garden.
Magic happened on the shore of the Montezuma horizon
Two genies appeared, Mondomay and Mighizeb
Dressed in gauzy dainty chiffon, carrying two cats and a swan
They were a corpulent two, one with brown eyes, the other blue.
What wishes did you have? A new goat, sheep, donkey or calf?
People pleasers all the way, their attention made my day.
Illustrious and lovely, they had suggestions, but kept them hidden.
We are not allowed to share our ideas, even if prompted and bidden.
I told them I would have to think and Mighizeb’s face turned pink.
We might run out of wishes, said Mondomay, as he washed my dishes.
For this had been my first wish, as I despise redundant dishrag swishes.
You wasted a wish! Said my husband Mouse who now lives in his mama’s
Lulling melancholic symphony
lingering like forget-me-nots
exuding exquisite scents
under the dwindling moonlight
that softly vanish at daybreak.
Interlude ~ silence fills the day
As the shades of another eve
come softly falling~
the music soars again
like floating dainty dandelions
in another nocturnal rendezvous;
Softly glows the waning moon~
on the placid lime lagoon
where you and I swim in love
that is not forbidden
under the moonlight.
01.06.2021
Footnotes: (Credits to Google)
Beethoven’s famous Moonlight Sonata was published in 1801 as op. 27./2. The Moonlight Sonata (“Mondscheinsonate” in German), this catchy name was given by the poet Ludwig Rellstab, much later in the 1830s. He likened the first movement to a boat floating on the lake Lucerne, in Switzerland.
The curiosity shoppe
Was the place to stop,
For something unique
... A rare antique
With floors that creak
A treasure in itself,
Amongst the keepsakes
Lining each and every shelf
Under layers of dust
Upon layers of rust,
Hoping to snare
... A buyer's stare
Leather-bound books stand
With their titles erect,
Rifled through by many a hand
Now showing signs of neglect
A belted steamer trunk
From a ship that sunk,
A top hat for the gentlemen
An inkwell, a fountain pen
Here and there, a lamp
Was always dimly lit,
By an old rocking chair
Where someone used to sit
A delicate China doll
With a painted smile,
Next to dainty teacups
Stacked in a pile
Open for business
With an eclectic mix,
The Unique Antique Shoppe
... Closes at six.
(Cinderella)
Dainty slipper of glass shined in sun ray,
she had lost on her hurried run away.
Entranced prince made ardent vow
to find her somewhere somehow,
place it on her pretty feet come what may.
(Snow white and seven dwarfs)
She was lying in deep sleep, the prince found
her beauty was astoundingly profound.
He kissed her with perfection,
she woke up from dejection,
rare rapture she sensed for long all around.
(Alice in wonderland)
The Hatter was mad as much he could be,
handing round infinite cups of hot tea.
With puzzles and melody
they wandered along in glee
through the confusion, amusingly free.
(Sleeping beauty)
The prince found her asleep, face sweet with flair,
he kissed her with affection and with care.
She woke up with entranced eyes,
got filled with joy in surprise,
expelled the curse with flashy flicker rare.
He slips the noose around her slender neck
Cloaked and masked with heavy breath
He can't help but be obsessed
All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound
The poison of passion is imagined as they are undressed.
The dead in their eyes is magnificent
Ivory skin - chill to win
Realm of the dark, lips apart, he just has to do it - again and again
The equinox of evil with the essence of sin
Is it vanity or insanity - his dressing up to lure them in
Disquiet Devilry and a sip of gin and the perplexity of the evil twin.
The morbid beauty of death and dying
The lovelies I have twirling in the twilight
Death has changed my life - the quiet peace holds the ladies and - I tight
The divinity of debauchery - death is not treachery
It's like an estuary of decadent innocence.
Dainty damsels dangling Breathless but fabulous
Envisioning slitting their throats as if they were flowers
Heinous and horrific the macabre abounds
A carousel of corpses, a ballet of cadavers, a symphony of death
Dazzling
The eloquence of the end-of-life - exquisite and eternal
His masterpiece just hang'in around.....
with my eyes of green
the beauty of the Lord around me can always be seen
with my small ears that are quite dainty too
but aren't to small to listen to you
oh how I love my big feet
even better for walking with my Lord down the street
I may look a little cuddly like a teddy bear
but I can see Gods' Love even there
he gave his love in my heart
its' now full of his precious Gold
and my life in his hands he will always hold
I now sit back and laugh at all the things you lot used to do and say
for I am special to God and God' created me just this way
everyone is his treasure more valuable than any pearl
so forget any more words that you may wish to hurl
I forgive you all for the things that you did and for the things that you say
and I pray that you too will find God someday,
I thank you Lord no matter what they say or do
my true qualities come only from you.
I once was blind but now i see
and i hope you open your eyes too before it's too late
I understand you don't believe you don't think it's true
but I know one day God will be calling you, Just like Jesus said forgive them father for they
don't know what they do
in the same way i pray God will be merciful to you. on judgemt day Amen.
Inspired from Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen poem not worth forgiving ?
thank you Dane I forgave those who said bad things to me but I wrote this poem so one
day
they will know that they are truly forgiven so it does not matter that they said i was fat and
had big feet and all other kinds of satans' lies in beteewn. , thanks God bless you my dear
friend from diane