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Get out your sponges, stippling brushes and pens,
It’s time for makeover-Monday-night to begin.
Think Winky Lux, L’Oréal, Urban Decay,
Maybelline, Armani and Fabergé
It’s a black magic realm where brushes are wands,
where a carnival of colors are carefully crayoned.
We have palettes aplenty, in kaleidoscope hues,
to create fashion looks, both bold and subdued.
In the realm of makeup fashion, where trends never end,
we remodel each other - for fun - when we can.
Tonight, our new friend Jammie has come to watch us play,
and he even brought two bottles of chardonnay.
Lisa has a ‘Miss Rose’ case, like she saw in Bernadette Peters’
dressing room, on a backstage tour of Broadway’s Shubert Theatre.
Konjac, Kabuki, Doe foots, Spoolie, Lisa’s got legit tools to use.
“When it comes to makeup,” she says, “always avoid dupes.”
That night I was the chosen face, the excited living canvas.
Lisa’s a practiced artist, her process is brisk and never tedious.
She painted my lips a crimson cherry, alluring and brightly sensuous,
my brows were moonlit art, my cheeks a midnight adumbrated edifice.
Lisa created a special look, where rebellious edge met elegance.
We took some snaps, then I washed it off - but Jammie was impressed!
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Webster: Adumbrate: “to partially outline and obscure”
Slang: “dupes” are off-brand knockoffs of famous luxury brands
Many vanished pleasures of Life
Inspired by the Painting of Camille Pissarro - Rue de Gisors, 1868
Which can be seen on my face book time line as per following URL https://www.facebook.com/ravindrak.kapoor
How simple and beautiful was life
Many man decades ago,
When wonders of today had not touched
The peace corners of our minds.
When travelling on foots and horses
Was a passion of both men and women
Whether they were young or old
Or they were moving in a caravan.
When reading and writing, painting and music
And even carving on stone, used to give us
The most serene and lofty pleasures of life
When love and hatred too were there in life
But they generally never used to enter
In the sublime chambers of our hearts and soul.
When simplicity of life,
was a passion for attaining objectives of life, and
To achieve the highest goals and ambitions,
without sacrificing our thoughts and visions
What a beautiful life it was
When people had time for listening
The music and tunes of others, as well,
While playing their own to win some hearts.
May be there was lack of many amenities of life
However, unlike today,
we had sincere and dependable friends
to share our thoughts.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 22nd Jan. 2020
Eweku Ewele
Chants of the vines and trees
The parody of the old
Oluigbo pleases at its rhythm.
Eweku Ewele
Poachers of the wilds
Toes to toes they dance to miles
'erin karele o wa Joba'.
Eweku Ewele
Two sides of a prancing coin
Weary to the merry mind
Merry to the weary wise.
Eweku Ewele
Blackest dungeon of emotion
The words, they profess
The substance, they retent.
Eweku Ewele
Glass to glass, the fists are tight
Dashing smiles, staring knives
Stamping foots, leaping hearts.
Eweku Ewele
Dwellers of the yard of 'imoran'
They pat and push.
When the pushed sees no path
"Eweku Ewele", the bell chimes.
There’s crabs in the bucket, lice in the cream –
Throw it on the bonfire
No one partakes of this particular dream –
Throw it on the bonfire
Insecure god wants a baby to raise –
Throws it on the bonfire
I’ll play my banjo to the bright L.A. blaze
And throw it on the bonfire
Some big-ass astronaut gets slung off to space
(Throw it on the bonfire)
Who foots the bill for this wild comet chase?
(Throw it on the bonfire)
That tin can of a rocket implodes at separation
(Throw it on the bonfire)
In high resolution and neat devastation
(Throw it on the bonfire)
Day after day, in place after place
It’s the credo of each woman and man:
If we can’t have it, you better believe
Ain’t nobody else can
The races collide in the stadium of night
(Throw it on the bonfire)
The system grid goes down in a fury of light
(Throw it on the bonfire)
Cheerleaders portend the static of woe
(Throw it on the bonfire)
And rally crucified halfbacks from ten centuries ago
Then thrown em on the bonfire
"Wow!" Everyone is desperately chasing somebody,
It brings the context;shadow and a moving object,
Trying very well just to be somebody's replica,
Forcefully fixing the tooth to where it doesn't project,
If I'm to trust myself,then I need to die skeptical,
The market wasn't able to provide what I needed to buy,
Walked away only to know I'm watched like a character of a feral bride,
Rendering contempt upon a slight,
Somebody was taking a trace over my to and fro,
Anyone looking at the act was passionately admiring that goal,
When we're together,the heart feels it,
Also,when we disperse the mind testifies it,
Hope everyone's foot differ among a lot?
Why don't we put on the same shoe size in this walk?
Yes,I have to show gratitude,
How is it possible to represent somebody,when everybody is ruined?
Should we keep to Fondle the desires which could leave us pale?
Then fill my bottle to the brim,
The heroes and heroines are making more jealousy,
Whilst, the fans are feeling more drowsy?
You selected his goal on the manner it's branded,
And the way you spoke about your plans,she took it propounded,
Some of us are laughing,....some of us are weeping,
Only do we see,but the feelings are rightly hidden,
Like a dream,everyone seeks for someone's mean,
I'm the fish that swims in the ocean blue,
The eagle that flies to the highest horizon is you,
Many foots are uncomfortable in shoes not of their sets,
Indeed,let's maintain our sizes though it slightly hurts.
Here, I emerge endlessly in the sands of time
as living day does not yet fade, nor stray dark
I find myself apart,
separated from subdued senses
selflessly soaking up what surrounds me.
Like the tamed breeze I feel conceived
of what passed my feet just a slight breath ago,
like slow melting snow at the foots of hills
while the cricket’s hum spills as deep blue fills the air
I am more aware of what moves and moves me.
Streetlamps now aglow, perched above shrubs grown
as light alone turns my skin shimmering gold
like stories around fire told, dancing the bold night
dark shadows mould below my hovered hands
and shape my write of path across these sands.
Just an impression imprinted as it is erased,
changed forever are these passing days breathed
and intrigue releases the new breath that breathes me.
The swaying tops of trees have caught my eye
while night’s tears of the sky cries stars still
these glittered shapes fill where clouds hung high
I feel the lie that lives away from this grace
drawn closer to this infinite, intense space.
Even as I smoke my burning cigarette,
admire the grey haze breathed away
not a day goes by that I don’t question your all,
where I don’t fall through the taunt layers of time
like an old copper dime spun heads or tails
a choice, at the crossroads of trails walked blind
here, I find my life finding me...
just a moment I lived in this moment...
a mind freed.
Rich man’s blue
A problem when a person meets someone
seriously, they lose their logical sense when
the rich person speaks to them or smile
They are ready to agree that the person says
is the truth, if we accept what he says
He makes mundane of going to Mars
we know his timeline is wrong
but what the heck, he foots the bill
I think of Elon Musk, who has become
the new Shreck role Putin had
But it didn’t sit well as old Putin looked cultural
Wear a nice tie and is a dog lover
His foray into German politics is brave and timely
the AfD can lift Germany out of the hole
she is in now and is making Germany strong again
As for his intemperate opinions about the UK
one can say they stirred up the reaction that
one thinks the British public was in favor of
if not the political leadership in that country.
We can ignore Elon Musj when he tramples
on our precious dignity
like the Vatican, he has no army divisions.
I miss the open highway
I’m besotted with quick getaways.
What other sensation can compare
to pulling G’s with wind-whipped hair?
When my foots on the throttle,
I feel unstoppable.
Faster, faster, no faster,
that’s the rush I’m after.
Where are we going?
There’s just no knowing,
but no matter where we roam,
the GPS will get us home.
One thing was guaranteed,
the speed limit would be exceeded.
I adored the wide open straightaways
and the feeling of a racing-day at Marseilles.
I remember in the Appalachian mountains
the plunging, snake-like, winding canyons
as the digital dashboard display passed ninety
how my eschort, Charles, would glare at me.
I’d let off - a little - and laugh, I mean,
isn’t freedom the American dream?
To hear the growl of a V8 motor,
as it turns rural-roads into roller coasters.
The Queen's henchmen penetrate professionally the porous perimeter,
as a Phyrric victory I pacified your Lady's legion,
for both in the open,like charriots missing riders,decentralized command,the measure,
I, like you maneuver behind the superior shelter of Praetorian's protection,
Levy the lurid seige upon my country's citadel as incensed infidels do,
your cantankerous catapaults wasting pawns like pebbles punched by a storming sea,
an officer sacraficed sardonically, intrepidly,
so to decimate the dormant foots encumbering you,
audacious as an angered asp the timely tactic was,will it hasten your demise to me?
Mandatory machinations amongst this moonlight morass,palpable being Death's caress,
a zephyer like a frosty scythe grazes gingerly our anxious eyes,
tethering the still strategy of mens' mentation,
advancing positions predicted but unproven, an apocolyptic inevitability provoked,
fostering inclement suspense,
justice is now beyond principle,virtue survives only on victor's blade,
incantations made in fire for fear's sublimation,
The common denominator of this prommenade of predation is relentless domination,
manipulating the opposition,perception taunted and haunted
as the fox dictates the chimerical chase,
a vermillion heartbeat,virulent,lucious,with a thin hum of vincibility
lures you to na spot of fragile dominion,
divided forces tend to scream like burning forest
when ambushed along trails of a tedious pace,
When the harp chords chortle tears of tucker from a skulless head,recall with dire dignity
that you were vanquished in strong purpose,
the memory of your egregious exploits will depend on the degree of quater
afforded by my soveriegnty
given to this proud harem of prospective sybils
rescued by a king's necessary nemesis,
J.A.B. - Part Three -
... black and orange stray cats sittin' on a fence...
" yea, I strut "
was the cat's reply
but not for the lips
of these wise guys
the mice were singing
that the joker lies
and the queen of hearts
is a naughty spy...
as for me
I'm still in the ward
figuring who and how
to play this card
" his barks the bite "
was all I heard
then a cool cat came
giving word
that a games a foot
and a foots the cord
" I need real fire "
burning long and hard...
I reply I got logs
if you're the ;bard
... sing a long now gene ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5TxhhMZjI8o#at=188
so the question became...
" how's lipstick "