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I wasn’t much of a bonnet gal
never wanting to mess my hair
at scouts I was the first rascal
to toss that beanie in the air
and run the *ell out of there!
My college days brought brims most carnal
which dipped low in the front like Cher’s.
And head scarfs I removed, a scadal,
to wrap around my bosoms bare
so cold in the concerts open-air.
Much latter, at my wedding avowal
with a veil over the whole affair,
I walked down the isle triumphal
with a husband most debonair
and oodles of family who stared.
But my most favorite hat was lethal,
as a pirates moll, I had savior faire,
black leather and most demonical
with peacock feathers trailing for flair
“Argghh, me hearties, I was the bonniest there.”
She remained silent amidst the squeaks of the bats
Sleeping on the hostel bed, she dreamt of winging like a dove.
Her tears were blended with the blood of her chopped childhood.
Her mother's lap seemed to be the only place away from humiliating world.
Rain drops never fell on her umbrella and her feet never peddled a bicycle.
The winter snow never kissed her blanket and her only companion was her mom.
When she cracked jokes, her back was badly bruised.
Relishing the taste of her favorite chocolate made her starve that night.
When her friends danced in rain, she feared the thunders.
Watching her favorite TV show turned her a dark room prisoner.
The telephone in the boarding house never sang her name.
Saturday evenings never welcomed her into the visitor's room.
Her honey dipped concerts never sweetened the souls of her beloved.
Bed time stories never quietened her panicked breath.
Her questions were unanswered
Her screams were unheard
Her jokes were uncelebrated
Her pains were unattended.
Slowly,
Her sensitive heart was replaced by a sensible mind
Her unsung emotions turned into powerful words.
Her immense thirst for affection ended as she embraced and drank the juices of self love.
Years of her inner struggle finally endowed her with buoyant wings.
That innocent soul who was once called a thief,
Now stole a million hearts with her ink.
Dazzling like goddess Luna dipped in harvest moon,
Yet, musing on beauty around at summer noon;
Seated in queenly splendor at the balcony,
Amazed on the ancient archives of alchemy...?
Nature has molded you in charm beyond measure,
Like luxuriously hidden sapphire treasure;
Sun light falling on you profusely with pleasure,
Reflects on nature's creatures with upscale leisure...!
Above all, in you are voluminously seen,
Philosophies and theologies that have been;
Cogitating in forms of curious puzzle,
Within - like joys and pains - tussle, hustle and bustle...!
Aren't midst apparent calmness, currents and whirlpools?
Are there within interiors, huge moral rules?
Yet, like saints, synthesis of these seems your nature,
It's, hence, constant smile has become your ornature...!
Shine forth! O princess of divine nature! Shine forth!
Like Sirius the luminous star of the north;
May endless wisdom and enchantment from you flow!
May these to the grief-filled mortals, joys endless show...!!!
29 October 2022
Painting prompted Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lisa YY
Painting – 1
she is an exquisite dinner
awakens taste with beguiling smiles
a platter of kindness
wrapped in delicate crepes
lips that promise
a selection of wines
set for any course you so desire
a delicate glass never empty
a macedoine salad
stolen from the garden
of some goddess
a bewitching soup
dipped from a cauldron
enchantment in every spoon
that reaches the palate
fruits that have come from far
and forbidden shores
an intoxicating sweetness that consumes
all of the senses
and finally the piece de resistance
what drove Greek sculptors to stone
she is sitting across the table
OKC 06/22
'Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony'
A Rose by any other Name - by Maria Williams
ROSE OF SHARON
Voyage of repatriated petals, dipped in silver and gold,
continental drifting through coagulating clouds -
Time To Say Goodbye to division, Il Divo harmonizes
as the world listens - the cemetery rose old.
Global vortex, dramatic sparks, landmass whole -
not as paramount as the people sailing together,
fair winds, ruddy cheeks, grand smiles that peak.
reparations of thorny holes, Rose of Sharon gathers souls.
The velvety snow of roses that never die,
curabilities for nations gathering at the tree -
the one that will enhance, enthrall, hold out
His fruit of life, stamp out existence of all lies.
The beautiful bounty of everlasting truth,
a soaking of undying love for each other
in the righteous Savior’s hand, ripe and real,
lasting restoration of the countenance of youth.
2/26/2020
Sponsored by: Silent One
Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup Poet -
Maria Williams Poetry Contest
*Time to Say Goodbye - "Con te partirò" (Italian) "With you I shall leave") is an Italian song written by Francesco Sartori (music)
and Lucio Quarantotto (lyrics). (From Wikipedia)
The Dragon Riders Saga V
So many heroes had died that fated day, never again to fight
The only one to survive was standing over the Mage that night
Both had stood alone upon that once fabled battleground
The death screams of the dying Mage now the only sound
He let out one last deafening scream a crying evil lust
And everything that has been evil vanished into the dust
With his last ounce of strength the rider lifted his magic blade
Proclaiming the triumph of light over the darkness that evil had made
They had dodged so many death blows, neither gaining the upper hand
But this day light prevailed and defeated all that evil had planned
Evil had grown strong in time, and all too soon it had gotten loose
Poisoned the Earth and letting Hell's demons slip their noose
Battles fought and raged on ever front on the land and in the skies
Blood had been spilled without measure amid deaths horrid battle cries
The demons had found a master of magic and the darkness held them tight
They had feasted off of death and misery with unworldly delight
But the spirit of man dipped in courage and gallantry
Risked all, willing to die for what they believed, liberty
The hero they had chosen was a Dragon rider and a prince
His blood lines deep and noble, none like him before or since
Equipped with armor, sword, and shield he fought the demons well
And when they stood face to face came the evil's death knell
Over the centuries this heroic tale had gotten lost somehow
All they had sacrificed forgotten, well until now
So remember history can repeat itself should that knowledge we spurn
And then the evil will yet get another chance to return
The dimming of cinnamon gold sequined skies and amber hues
Illuminates her strawberry strands just as we
Inhaled the salt seasoned air.
Sand tickled our feet,
A breeze brushed against my clammy palms
While we surfed towards saffron sunsets.
I gazed upon the labyrinth bay windows into your soul,
I dipped in pansies and poetry,
Growing lost in your pillow-shaped eyes.
In a state of astoundment cheek to cheek,
I could not speak, inflicted by weakened knees
As the tides rope in our magnetic attraction.
My heart enveloped within the pages of your soul,
Kismet wavelengths align moments before our first kiss,
Swamped by emotions left breathless under waves of affection.
On days like this, my fingertips grip
On a blurred reality coated by sentimentality,
Too far in-between, for I am now trapped
In lucid dreams of memorable silhouettes.
Taunted by murmured memories echoing once more,
Caught in the rhythm of virtual lies.
Haunted by holographic harmonies,
Destined to reside in a perpetual loop,
Reading the letters of farewell written in red,
Sealing my fate.
This withering brain clings to that bliss
Before every crystal flake melts into thin vapours,
Evaporating as mist.
Sweetheart longings
Brings
Bouquet of red or, pink, yellow, white, sweet, soft, velvet exquisite Roses
Glasses
Of chilled sparkling fine wine
Then we'll dine
On sweet red Strawberries dipped in chocolate, they're divine
Embrace to a dance and entice
In Paradise
Brightens sweet kisses and romance in our mind
A pleasure of wonderful feelings and you'll be mine
Will you be my Valentine?
By: Eve Roper
2/2/2015
(revised 2/13/2024)
Sweetheart longings
Brings
Bouquet of red or pink
yellow or white
sweet, soft, velvet exquisite Roses
Glasses
Of chilled sparkling fine wine
Then we'll dine
On sweet red strawberries
dipped in chocolate,
they're divine
Embrace to a dance
entice In Paradise
Brightens sweet kisses
romance in our mind
A pleasure of wonderful feelings
you'll be mine
Will you be my Valentine?
I woke up on a rooftop watching rain clouds mold
A seagull wearing sunglasses whispered secrets dipped in gold
A vending machine hummed softly saying life will sometimes fold
While a robot on a skateboard swore the future favors the bold
Old posters on the alley walls muttered nothing stays too old
And a wandering saxophone released the notes it had to hold
A suitcase full of riddles claimed its truths were never sold
And a neon painted turtle kept the city from turning cold
My shadow high fived strangers every gesture smoothly rolled
While a mime in glowing sneakers warned that rules were meant to scold
I grabbed a cup of lightning felt its shiver as I hold
And watched my drifting thoughts get interviewed and slowly polled
Blessings rained like glitter every spark precisely doled
As the skylines massive heartbeat struck each second that it tolled
I stepped into a sunrise shaped by stories I once bowled
And walked through shifting timelines where my voice never pigeon holed
I wrote it all down laughing as the universe just strolled
Then signed my name beneath it leaving a legend fully scrolled
I've got a cold,
I`ve got sniffles and sneezes.
I`ve got chills and fever,
Because of the breezes,
That whistle around,
The eaves of my house,
Causing all to take cover,
Be it kin, cat or mouse.
I`ve vbeen dipped in the pond,
Called Misery.
Been sittin`here thinkinn`,
Pore pitiful me.
Can`t humm a tune,
To chase `way my blues,
Cause I lost my voice,
And my ears are plugged too.
The season of rains,
Is on us again,
And though we have need of them,
They bring with them,
The colds and the flu,
Of the ending of Summer,
And I don`t have to tell you,
It`s really a bummer.
Judy Ball
My head hurts, I`m dizzy,
I ache,
This ain`t no cold,
I got the flu.
(sigh)