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One of the guest star of the dazzling celebration
Stands in a white lace tablecloth decorated table
Colorful flowers serve as eye catching attraction
Watering the taste buds of the present guests
Vanilla and dark chocolate swirls in the first tier
Ripe strawberries fill the second tier with sweetness
Lemon entices palate to taste the citric flavor third tier
Carrot and walnuts mix in the fourth tier with cream
Red devil's food adds a bright color to the fifth tier
Banana brings a tropical touch to the sixth tier
Luscious flavors invite to degust a slice of each tier
Buttercream rose swirls frosting add a romantic feeling
February 7, 2017
The cock also sweat
Sweating beneath the undaunted hair
Though unseen, untethered
Unnoticed yet vulnerable.
The male lion also weep
Weeping gently and silently
With insignificant traces
Though galloping and parading
In confidence which left creatures
Marvelled and tender.
The virile also feels
They also go through pains
Pains seen and unseen
Though eye catching faces
And beautiful faces are worn over
Should the Bull go begging when in awe of death?
Should the mighty cry ?
Should the Cheetah crawl ?
Should the Tiger be afraid?
In street, the virile is left alone
Detached, chastened and stranded
Moving to and fro
But no place to call home.
Even when he wants to be known
And cherished, he is deprived.
Should humanity be switched?
Even when switched, will he be known ?
Will he be recognized?
Or will he be appreciated?
He is all alone
Longing to overcome
Though no hope of winning
But hanging on till the driver arrives
And all is left behind.
Christmas on the pacific islands where it's summer everyday
is all about families, friends, joy, love and foods
Though we are many islands and ocean divided
We are forever united with one God
Some small islands may not have
the Christmas colorful lights but in all honesty
they have the best blinking sparkling
twinkling dazzling star lights
they're beautiful in their dramatic and
eye catching lights like no others
We celebrate the birthday of Jesus
in our unique and organic island ways
We always say Merry Christmas
It's never about the material gifts
It's all about the warm joy of Christmas
Singing in tunes or out of tunes
we are clapping our hands
side stepping moving along to the rhythm
We sing joyfully loud in His name
Born is the King our savior
Praising Him highly
Thanking Him humbly
Lifting up our hearts to Him fully
Everyone is glee on life
Everyone is glowing with joy
Everyone shake hands to forgive those
with guilts, dislikes or with differences
Everyone shares a hug or two to embrace
love from one to all
Every woman is wearing flowers in their hair
Every man is wearing leis around their necks
as it is an island style and proudly so
Everyone is wearing bright new cloths and
shoes but mostly sandals for the ladies or
flip flops preferably for the sandy areas
It's a day of joyful to spend with loved ones
Kids playing freely and cheerfully
Sharing fresh organic local foods and
coconut juices
Naturally alcohol free but drunk on Merry
Partying till the stars are twigging out
Collapsing with satisfying hearts
And this is how we celebrate Christmas
on the Pacific islands... Smile!
Written by Akkina R Downing
12-1-16
Or nearby country lanes and quaint front yards,
are the Eucalyptus Rainbow, streaked trees,
found in Southeast Asia island countries.
Two hundred twenty-foot tall tree safeguards,
its ninety-four-inch smooth orange-tint trunk,
growing in the lowlands and rainforest,
wood makes paper and cosmetics cherished.
It's pale green, red, grey, and puce, a slam dunk,
breathtaking wonderment countryside greats,
eye-catching kaleidoscopic spectrum,
arrangement stretched far away, no breadcrumb.
The advocate of nature illustrates,
through collective documents and accounts,
unthinkable odds descriptive recounts.
Twenty came to town eighteen will go home,
two drained of blood left in a vacant tomb;
Since we are planning to stay for a while
it’s critical we keep a low profile;
An unpolished gem unkept and ignored,
save the eye catching phrase above the door;
Rickety sign read ‘Black Heart Masquerade’,
this building truly could use an upgrade;
So much history in the chandelier,
old fashioned elegance everywhere;
Vampire eyes so much older than these walls,
time to feast on the mayhem of a ball;
A perfect disguise let’s create a brand,
we’ll rebuild this lounge that was abandoned.
Nature's divided into four seasons
each eye-catching in a similar way
and yet, different for many reasons.
Winter's crystalline beauty carries sway
but She is both barren and deathly cold
with a hollowed-out heart of papier-mache.
Spring’s spectacle slowly breaks Winter’s hold
accompanied by a moist April breeze
She showers snowdrops as petals unfold.
Summer is known for Her emerald trees
dandelions, coleslaw, a picnic spread
grasshoppers, hummingbirds, and honeybees.
Autumn colors the leaves in shades of red
scarlet, crimson, puce, orange, and yellow
weaving a fitting shroud for Summer’s dead.
Together they keep the planet mellow
each a fine-tuned string on Nature's cello.
10/12/2019
I've seen eye-catching blossoms elsewhere, but I need not look further than my front yard. Take the IRIS blossoms for example. Why, she's always
beautiful and robed in purple, but, although I don't think she's selfish or anti-social, she never stays for long. The white blossomed ROSES are beautiful
and plentiful; the pink ones are most beautiful and stunning, but not near as plentiful as the white ones. Across the walkway, the two distinguished ROSE
plants produced outstanding red blossoms this Spring. They were several years in coming with such a 'mother lode', but this year, they spoke in 'show
and tell fashion', loud and clear. My eyes never cease to adore a one-foot CATCUS from which protruded 4 beautiful blossoms. A sticker, but beautiful.
051721PSCtest, The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming This Spring So Far , M.L. Kiser. 5P
Thank you colleague, who never knew how much they made me blush.
Thank you teacher, who I asked too many questions to just so I could see their face close-up.
Dear cinema attendant, who kindly showed me to my seat in the dark.
Dear mechanic, who explained clearly and calmly, offering solutions affordable.
Dear friend, who I took for granted but now reach out to from behind a screen, a safe apology.
Dear brother, who has expanded our family with those three beautiful children.
Thank you cashier, with the eye-catching tie; Dear artist, who taught me how not to lie.
Dear barista, who dusts chocolate into a heart; Thank you trainer, for getting my running feet to start.
Thank you bad date, who made me stand up for myself; Dear doctor, who sought a cure for my ill-health.
Thank you television star, whose eyes make my cheeks go red; Dear singer, who first took me to bed.
Thank you father, who taught me kindness and laughter, showed me compassionate and support.
Thank you past lover, who cradled my head in the nook of their shoulder.
Thank you to you, the person I am yet to meet and still to love.
Already noticeably marked
increase in daylight
yours truly courtesy affected
qua heliotropic phenomenon
finds me noggin gently being tugged
upward and westward ho toward sun
after dark mine talking head
rests downward and eastward.
Soon very indistinct
environmental intimations
regarding onomatopoeic
ubiquitous murmurings,
whereby old man winter
ever so faintly
relinquishes, loosens, forsakes...
Judas Priest iron maiden grip
upon emergent biosphere
suddenly awakened when
Mother Earth generates
invisible signals transmitted
across world wide web
analogous to conductor
standing on podium
with baton in her/his hand
orchestra playing on cue
perhaps choice selection
Rite of Spring
work by Russian composer Igor Stravinsky
or Flight of the Bumblebee
written by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov.
Soon dormant species will exhibit rebirth
out their linkedin hibernation
flora and fauna tentatively
begin to issue forth out their slumbers
shoots poke thru across terra firma
insync with twittering tweeting creatures
hint viz verdant and/or fecund potential
ready to burst forth and proliferate
instinctively trumpeting joie de vivre.
Sensational show stopping, eye catching
breathtaking... parade of sights and sounds
await buzzfeeding eyes and ears
about six weeks hence,
within mine home box office
here at Highland Manor apartments
quite affordable rent
allows, enables and provides
radiant quiescence, preponderant observance,
nonresistant magnificence, jubilant innocence,
exuberant deliverance,
concurrent buoyant abundance.
Accordingly and allegedly other than
meteorologists plenti schooled
ascertaining onset of temperate air
more particularly otter den non humans
unassumingly (ferreted out), who bear
the tidings, when that season
of rebirth dawns with crystal clear
blue skies, and terrain where deer
and antelope eagerly play without despair
purportedly realized, reassured, recounted...drear
re: days vamoosed foretold by
Punxsutawney Phil on Groundhog Day
Upon first entering, there's a picture of a lion sitting, staring, and scrutinizing all who enter.
Next, your eyes are drawn to a beautiful picture of a white house backed
by trees and embroidered with a myriad of eye-catching flowers. As you
take a seat at the dinning table, a painting on the wall greets you with
power and solemnity. It's a lion's head, cheek to cheek with the head of
Christ crowned with thorns. Near the fire place, a much smaller and less
colorful picture hangs. It's a picture of my grandmother sitting in a
wheel chair with hospital tags still on her wrist. She smiles with no sign
of care as a great grandson leans over her shoulder. Next to the front door
hangs a picture of, not suggestions, but the 10 commandments.
If it were mandated that only one picture could remain, grandma's picture
wins hands down. You see, it was grandma who shielded and protected me;
who comforted and reassured me, loving me unconditionally. Yes, it's grandma.
My final answer.