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Tiptoe the finest, fine twine, needle-eyed thread
and a glitzy sequined clasp, tiny
tweezer-tie it finger-tip fast with a nuanced knot -
my, my, the pedantic perfection of the master jeweller.
I have the servile subtlety of thick thumbs,
all clumbsy carpals, my fudging finesse
better suited to a beanie'd stevedore, loud lugging
heavy-haired harbour rope to ship-secure
a brutish lump in the line.
Tongue tied up, spun on my own silver yarn
like a crystal jeweller, giddy with champagne giggles,
dizzy on a spinning chandelier high strung from the pressed ceiling.
Oh non, pas moi! Mine is more an oiled elegance,
heavy handed, ham-fisted like a scabby wharf rat,
chased and unchaste.
Dextrous in the strangest ways -
gutsy and glamourous,
ours is a nuanced life of grunting grime
with the briefest flashes of bedazzled dance.
I'm just a girl who's still a caterpillar
Hoping one day people will see
Will see my potential of breaking through the cocoon
Waiting for that glamourous growth
From inside my little transparent home
Hoping I'll find something that's mine,
After I break the barriers of my own
Waiting for that amazing moment
When I come out of the comfort zone
Hoping they see my body has grown
Hoping they see my life has shone
Waiting to grab everything I can
And not counting my days anymore
Hoping they don't cut off my wings
Hoping they don't tie me back down
I'm just a girl who's now a butterfly
Hoping that freedom is my forever throne
Once love, or rather, that which I thought was love
Swept me over
And had me racing up on a highway
I raced up and up
Till I reached the top most part of a summit
Only to fall
Back down
Broken into pieces
With deep scars
And loose bolts
And, to my horror,
Realized that I had lost a part of me
A part which I needed most
To fit in society
To cater for myself
And to tend to life as well!
Why, at that time,
I had been running after looks
After the impulses of desires
And I had wanted
To fill up an empty space in my heart
Void and vacant, it had hurt so much!
Pray, now that I've matured
And now that I can claim to know love
Love which is so sweet
That it makes me smile at all times
Love which is so melting
That it has become not only my fort
But also my support
My strength
My cause
And of course, my sole purpose in life
Love, have I come to know
Love, runs not after that which is transient
Love, when it is genuine and mature
Caters for the blooming of both the lover and the beloved
Love allows space, makes dreams come true
And even gives way to opportunities
Love, of such kind, I have grown addicted to
For love, of such kind, allows me to retain my individuality
Respects me and has been steadily sewing up
That which has been torn in me
Pray, puppy love is just for social acceptance
Puppy love is just for a show off
To seem glamourous
And to make others envious
But love, true and genuine
Remains discrete
But reveals itself, bared, naked, disrobed and flaming
In between closed walls!
Yes, love, when made of maturity
Remains as a shadow
But becomes the main propelling force!
They all pranced through some broad-like avenue
and they've placed apart from each other's course
proved they stood full of airs and graces view
from cameras balanced by those they knew
endmost part of the resplendent concourse
Those cut-and-dried to flick those cameras
for the whole world's glimpse with covetous stares
furthered their verve-like, polyamorous
stayed flamboyance and maintained glamourous
those who've known, curved away their classic glares.
They've prolonged the night, they danced, fancy pants,
on stage, showboating like catamarans
him, up-market tux, her, something from France
news crews grew silent, now they had no chance
when finance asked, they became stammerers.
Gone Hollywood, have we, fashionable
they'd be high falutin' like Fig Newton
Nick Nack Paddy Whack give that dog a loan
his old man, "La-Di-Da", a rollin' Stone!
Man-o-man, how do you guys put it on?
Nouveau riche, --hardly, old money, --never
pretentious finance witnessed and confirmed
how can they survive, leave it to wander
or perhaps it could be dumped to wonder
still, they curved away, with chuckling affirmed.
Nonetheless, leave it to them, there's something
right or wrong, hear their song, da-da-da-DA!
Be this black-and-white world so defining
"Imagine all the people," imaging
the creme de la creme and the la-di-da.
Sue had been so proud of her curvaceous figure and considered her pert breasts were her outstanding feature. Sadly, breast cancer runs in her family and now she too had fallen victim to this cruel disease.
both breasts are removed
mastectomy surgery
hot tears start to fall
Chemotherapy sessions take its toll on her entire body, with constant sickness she feels so exhausted. Her weight plummets and her clothes hang from her frail frame.
her crowning glory
lost with each stroke of the brush …
golden tresses fall
Twelve months later Sue receives the news she had been dreaming of … she is finally in remission. Reconstruction surgery has been scheduled and soon she hopes to look and feel like a woman again. Her weight is back to normal and glamourous wigs cover her wispy hair.
in sickness and health
their marriage vows hit home hard
husband at her side
Let The Pens Flow - Haibun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas
08/15/20
A man was born to dignify
Deserving every piece of respect
For the fantabulous of intelligences
For the bright shine of mindsets
Of the pure and sharp eyesight
And of the facile and sturdy hands
Finely handles with delicacies
While the decency of the manners
Bestowed its glamourous graces
Of these evidence for the grades
Of its freedom and dominance
To be owned by a respectable man
No third parties could obstructing
Nor the contrived defer his shining
Of its presence as a master of men
With rights legitimated by nature
Rather, by artificially made with power
Into a headless minion of followers
Harvesting the man-made bumptious
Though, may success for glossing face
But deemed meaningless in a man's eyes
ENCHANTMENT
resistance
with an
overwhelming
reluctance
quite futile
the memory
&resolve
of each
exuberant
nuance
so
elegantly
imagined
the glamourous
in
a theme
of
light&
reflection
rich&varied
truly
immersed
in a refracted
surface
streams
the
moment
of leaving
consoled
by
the thought
of
returning
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
THEY DOUBTED HIM WHEN HE STARTED OUT
THEY SAID HE WOULD NEVER AMOUNT TO NOTHING
THEY LOOKED RIGHT PAST HIM IN THE TRY OUTS
THEY SAID HE WAS A WASTE OF TIME
SOMEONE SPOKE OF HIM AS TRASH( HE HEARD IT)
HE REMEMBERS CRYING TO HIS WIFE ABOUT
NOT MAKING THE TEAM
SHE LEFT HIM FOR THE GUY WHO CAME IN LAST
HE LOST HIS FIRST OPPOTUNITY AT BEING CHAMPION
AND WHEN THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITY REFUSED TO RECOGNIZE HIUM AS
NUMBER CONTENDER
HE JUST LOOKED AT WHAT THEY WERE DOING
AND CAME UP WITH SOMETHING TO MAKE A WORLD SEE
JUST HOW PEOPLE REALLY WERE.
THEY REFUSED TO LET HIM BE TOURNAMENTS
THEY CHANGED THE NAME OF THE COMPANY AND DIDN'T TELL HIM
WHEN HE WAS ON TELEVISION SHOWS
THE HOST OFTEN KNEW MORE ABOUT WHAT WAS GOING ON THEN HE DID.
HE SAID AT TIMES ONLY LOOK IN THE MIRROR COULD
HAVE HIM RECOGNIZE THE MAN HE WAS
HE WON SIX TOURNAMENTS TO MAKE PROUD A COMPANY
WHO REFUSED TO PUT HIS NAME ON THE COMPANIES CHAMPION LIST
WHEN THE COMPANY EXPANDED INTO NEW MARKETS
THEY REFUSED TO TELL HIM WHERE HIS COMMUNACATION OFFICE WOULD BE.
HE MISSED TEN SHOWS ANDTHEY THREATENED TO STRIP HIM OF THE WORLDS TITLE
HE BEAT THE COMPANIES LEAD CONTENDER TO QUALIFY FOR THE OPPUTUNITY TO BE THE ONLY RECOGNIZED WORLDS CHAMPION IN NORTH AND SOUTH AMERICA.
HE WON AND THE COMP[ANY TOOK BOTH BELTS AND MADE HIM CARRY A TROPHY AND A CARD BORAD SIGN SAYING HE WAS THE CHAMP.
WHEN THE TOLD HIM HE NEEDED TO LOSS TEN POUNDS TO FIUT INTO THE NEW HEAVYWEIGHT CLASS REQUIREMENTS
HE THROW THE TROPHY DOWN AND TORN THE CARDBOARD SIGN IN HALF,
AND WALKED AWAY.
It was a unique time..
Glamourous era..
Class was king..
Elegance resonated through..
Filled with sophistication..
Classic, timeless, beauties..
In the airwaves..
The airwaves of Hollywood..
Vintage movies are meaningful..
A character is often inspired..
Inspiration allows meaning..
Movies touched the heart..
One's emotions left with feelings..
Feelings directly to the heart..
Fulfillment was captured in a classic movie..
All the makings of a wholesome movie..
Movie stars they were called..
Because these stars..
Were shining stars..
that glowed so brighly and effortlessly..
These stars distributed impeccible talent..
Multi talented they were..
Acting, Singing, and dancing..
Completely absorbed they were
In passion..
Deep desire for creative arts..
Rita Hayworth, Vivien Leigh, Audrey Hepburn..
John Wayne, Charlton Heston, Paul Newman..
Indeed these shining stars were the epitome
Of class..
Carried with such grace..
A generation of stars..
From a different time..
Whom helped us all embrace the silver screen..
At times these shining stars left us all breathless..
Captivated by their beauty, wittiness, glamour, and charm..
hypnotized by their character..
Left with a feeling of excitement..
They have all perished now..
Although they have perished..
They are still alive and well on the silver screen..
Along with the exquisite memories..
They have left behind..
For all of us..
Memories never perish..
Memories are infinite..
Beta and the VHS
Could not be beaten years ago.
A childhood of watching tapes...
These were standard video.
Then throughout my teenage years
The DVD was made.
The quality was noticeable
Because of this upgrade.
Discs progressed over more years...
Along came the Blu-ray.
Evolution yet again
Of picture and display.
Ultraviolet and 3D...
Digital copies too.
Many ways to watch a film...
These are just a few.
These days, resolution lies
In glamourous 4K...
Up to four times better than
The typical Blu-ray.
From what I've heard of resolution
8K is the best.
I wonder how when the time comes
It compares to the rest?