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Once 'pon a poetess

Tuesday, 12:00 am

Tonight t'was the stars
I'll cascade a memorizing moon
Glimmering sanctified silence 
along with 
trickling twilight for 
iconoclast ink, 
the serpentine key to 
sacred myrrh melodies
of my heirloom heart~
O glamorous specs of
citrine care to each
unravelling amber acrostic.

Under wakening oaks
blooming fuchsia fairytales
and coral morganites 
of swallowing solitude,
I weave autumn aventurines 
of the daring
despicable and an
endearing enigma 
of woeful
belladonna blues. 
Whilst stirring up wrinkled 
jasper jupiters of 
milky ways in
weary kaleidoscopic
eyes of a moon 
pearled blanket,
my honeyed haikus
roar a beryl spar against 
virtuoso villanelles
for mystical 
shimmering spotlights
in a tourmaline moon dance~    

Along sapphire sonnets 
of idealized introspection
gurgling inside woe
casting whirls, 
I ponder of whom is 
able to grasp iridescent
chords of my sodalite soul
as well as the vocal
verses of 
cinder cinquains~
For my soaked stanzas
of jade juxtapositions
are topaz tattoos
of pleasant peridots
of every trickling tear; 
yet to remain wiped away.

In an heart sickened
topia of lilt lilacs 
and magnificent miracles,
I forsooth you'll discover
a poetess' daffodil dreams
wrapped in blankets of 
moonstone metaphors~
Waltzing under
whimsical wisteria in
lavender ballrooms 
of gazing serenity sestinas,
I wonder the bliss 
of lolite lagoons
in alluring dreams 
an elysian ear shall
be lent to the 
ode oasis of my
soft hesitant herald heart 
and that vexed verses 
of sojourned stanzas 
will be understood.
Form: Imagism


Premium Member Flesh 'pon flesh

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                    'twuz
                   merely
                  ourn lips

                In slow mo'
                 hern pixie
             crept front mine

              Can ya feel me
              that little chill
              goose's bumps
pressing inside 'gainst mine flannel 
                       az
                 hern mitts 
                   SNATCH
     latched mine dome's tresses
                    pulling
                  mine see
        mine hear mine breathe
                  mine lips
                  front hern

           our eyes never shut
              az she presssed
                  her thick
                     moist
                     warm
              flush mine eager

Premium Member Pink Roses 'Pon the Gown

French rose accented by carnation pink
'Pon black flannel nightgown well-worn faded
An old gown once deep black as darkest ink
Now washed to a softness by life not jaded

Pinky fingers curved by arthritic joints
Hair white with age like a shining halo
Gown of pink roses washed dull by innocents
Wishes come true tossed 'pon distant rainbow 

If only can never change the past's wrongs
Nor darken the faded black nightgown
Nor restore dark blonde where it belongs
It only can fuel esteem beaten down

Life issues some hard blows upon mankind
Shake off regret, to do better be resigned

Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Contest: Think Pink
Written: October 16, 2013
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member 'Pon The Mountain

Looking forward all winter for my vacation 
A three-day excursion put on by We Are One Nation
We parked our RV’S near the foothill,
then hiked and climbed top of the cliff and met Will
When the sign appeared Reggae Pon the Mountain,
we were quickly escorted to the water fountain
Come and jam to the tunes of the Marleys                         
Hanga-langa and check out the Harleys	
The Jamaican food—colorful, soulful—sublime
One look and I knew right away I would need more time
to enjoy Reggae 'Pon The Mountain
We bought masks, jewelry and tasted the cookies
Ingredients pure, strong, overwhelmed—we felt like rookies
C’mon stay mon, enjoy the music all day, sangalanga on Topanga 
You know the Canyon known for the rock-stars?
Three days of festive delight, tonight be romantic, sleep in your cars!
Our host thanked us and said Jah be with you, Rastafari
We waved as he drove off in his Ferrari
We’ll be back tomorrow for the Caribbean callaloo
where we’ll stay all day and enjoy the hullaballoo
A music festival up on the mountain
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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