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Pushing cascades crest bastion, stomach lost
Largesse spread wafts orange blossom bridal
Bestows clouds let go to marshmallow moss
Fearless flight crinoline crash vertical
In gospel gothic deep chasm, drunk mink swims
Stirring fate, bleeding tea leaves bewilder
Leather gil quiver, loaded to the brim
Goddess mink Milda, silk coat cylinder
Poison spore auburn myrrh lassoo arrows
Immune audine preened, unwitting Otto
Seduced by sadist, dart sought embargo
Incapacitated poderoso
Discharged firearm, struck futile, fratenised
Love liege embalms gun powder, satisfied
Ninth February
Hijacked by
Milda Audine
I was shaking and swaying to music of the 60’s,
My favorite stuff,
When my grandchildren joined in,
And this is no guff.
I whirled them and twirled them,
We stomped on the floor,
We got out pots,
We got out pans.
We threw them around the kitchen,
Our dance was grand.
Then we ran out to the yard, as we were still on fire.
We danced in the yard, shaking our booties.
We stomped and we chanted, and we rubbed the trees with our cooties.
We were wearing scarves now,
Our treasure trove.
We threw them in the air,
And we laughed, and skipped.
And we watched them flutter, like the sail of a ship.
We preened, and we twirled, and we whirled and we pranced.
The two-year-old got giddily excited, in her underpants.
Then we got out the chalk, and we painted the garage.
All of it, not just the doors.
And the driveway,
And the porch,
And the steps,
And the floors.
Grandpa came out and his face really got red
And we laughed and we danced, and we teased him so bad.
He ran back inside, and covered his head.
It was a fine day,
For the grandchildren and me.
It always is, when they get on this kick.
And no one can stop us, not one little bit!
Tuxedo Tom was an old-fashioned, gentleman’s gentleman guy.
Born with a beautiful ruffled lace collar that made the females cry.
They followed him from town to town, begging him for a chance.
He rolled his eyes at their efforts; they often hopped and pranced.
Females are so troublesome, he told his mother and grandma cat.
I truly do not like them much, I think I’d rather concentrate on rat.
That’s fine they agreed, do what makes you happy, you darling boy.
Still he was chased from sun to sun; these females were not a joy.
He became a famous scientist and gave lectures from town to town.
The felines preened and primped, and fluttered all around.
How to discourage them? He asked his fine friend, honest Jim.
I’ll take them off your hands, he offered; a big relief to him.
Once upon a time...
Once upon a time, in France, a storyteller fella
Wrote of a girl named Cinderella,
Meant as a fairy tale romance.
Her daddy died when she was young, and she was forced to share his riches
With three monumental b****es,
A most unhappy circumstance.
For years her stepmom and stepsibs made her perform a menial's duty,
And as she blossomed into beauty,
They grew more hateful, mean, and cruel.
Each night they dined on fine cuisine and wore lace dresses with silk sashes,
While she wore rags begrimed with ashes,
And got just crusts of bread and gruel.
Then one day a herald from the king demanded entry
To the homes of landed gentry,
They were invited one and all.
It was the prince's eighteenth birthday, and the king and queen were harried
Because their son was not yet married.
Ergo, the reason for the ball.
The stepsisters primped and preened and wild excitement they exuded,
When Cindy asked to be included, they gaped at her as if appalled.
Stepmother sneered, "Look here, I'll show you!"
With self-righteous indignation,
"Your name's not on the invitation.
Just we elite are so installed."
So Cinderella went downstairs to seek some solace in the kitchen,
But 'stead of sittin' there and b****in', she started dancing with a broom.
She whirled and twirled around the floor,
Or else she'd stand there, gently swaying,
As if an orchestra was playing
Pretending they were bride and groom.
And then a flash, a crash of thunder, and to Cindy's stunned amazement,
There gliding through the kitchen casement,
A pudgy lady dressed in blue.
She said, "Hello, my dear, no fear, I'm here to grant your secret wishes,
I'll wave my wand and clear the dishes,
And make a princess out of you!"
She waved and tapped and flicked and zapped,
And what she seemed to make the air do
Was give her make-up, nails, and hair-do,
And then to make the look complete,
Out of those rags so soiled and worn and far too torn to drown a cat in,
A gown of gossamer and satin, and crystal slippers on her feet.
Without this timely intervention, Cindy's tale might have been tragic.
Could she have managed without magic,
And her dilemma be resolved?
But everybody knows what happened with a gourd and six white mice,
And how a smudgy scullery maid was made to clean up really nice,
When a fairy got involved.
To be continued...
To Derry, who reached beyond the pen
To seek the sun and fluffy clouds
A flash of green and you were gone
With headdress regal and so proud
Upon the leafy giants, there you sat
To see the world, with little eyes in awe
Behind your home and mirror void
No image within, the seed untouched
Just silence to fill the endless gap
No Derry or sweet song and chatter
What happened to you, proud little chap
Who preened with care those feather's green
Were you lost or pleases to rid the ties
Of human leash and small confine
Feel a freedom so divine and stretch
Those budgie wings to sail away
I hope you're safe and having fun
To swoop and dive upon the wind
And sing your budgie song so fair
That splash of green that soothes the air
Brooding, I lay on my bed
Never looking down, evading my frames view
The weights I’ve yet to lift lay under my dangling leg
Not a single thought crossing in this head, I am to just lay here
In my nest
Across the room, the nape of the closet
As if folded like wings, returned to its wrapping
The pressing fabric bought with what little crumbs was scrounged
Not a single glance over there do these eyes give or scout, and there it will lay
In its nest
Turned away, leaning on the wall
Reflective glass, preened yet vapid
Behind the surface, here he chirps out slowly
Not a single sound was heard, and there he will remain
In his nest
And all the world is aglitter,
Bedecked in glamour’s lurid sheen,
Hearts fluttered by Mammon’s bluster,
Minds by vanity daily preened.
Shiny leather grants borrowed fame,
Flashlights blitz for the high-gloss game,
Brittle egos puffed to the seams,
Drab nights buffed by caviar dreams.
Bidding wars rage for high price tags,
Wallets open to sprinkle gold,
The comfort of a purchased glow,
Soothes all anxiety attacks.
Few know life’s greatest luxury,
Is fleeing money’s forgery.
You possess me with those eyes of pyromania
a tidal wave of temptation thrashing into my need for euphoria
romanticized on appetite for agile reckoning of kiss ravishing, harnessing my hysteria,
plumed with lashes lent from love's wings, curling wet wishing
brows preened sexy mean, fur strip stiring me,
hypnotized by your hot umber rings
I learn how suspense stings
circles of crave unbuckling my brazen brandishing,
deep set on my desire I'm unraveling for the vixen fire, heart sweating,
born from the brown of beauty's sweetest warmth
eyes that bite and suck the stress
right out of my soul's duress,
for you I go forth...
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
You possess me with those eyes of eagle blue
you use a single glance my hesitancy to unglue
soaring in the sky of my sweetened fantasy
these blue crystal orbs foretell of ecstasy
But first...the hunt...looking for prey - it's true
it's you - the Eagle
brutally brave and fiercely famished
you glide on the wind of my desire
your wings ablaze with fire
your eyes fierce, Oh, how they pierce
again and again
my inner sanctum deep
their hue puts the sky to shame
demanding passion and cravings untame
they bore deep into me
slashing bonds of inhibition free
Our eyes speak
Brown and Blue
Me and You...
in your eyes the need to seize
in mine, the need to please
yours dominate
mine capitulate
yours subjugate
mine consummate,
your eyes speak...
mine respond...Bonded, we belong
Eagle and Dove
poetry love
Our eyes speak...
A Collaboration Made From The Quills Of Justin & Eileen
The pampas grasses' tassels start to show
Creamy white against green
Behind the Crepe Myrtle's color
Banked like a sunrise preened
Gray clouds tinged with luminous light
From clear to magenta
A somber morn parenthesized
By stillness; fear enters
Silvery blanket drapes the woods
A foggy damp surrounds
Crickets sing a chipper melody
'Pon the damp, cool ground
Roosters' crows fall flat in the vale
Weighted by the moist air
Birds begin to awake and sing
Songs of love ending fair_
What will this day's purpose reveal?
Good, evil or neutral?
Only God knows ahead the events
Even the unusual
The feather had started its life as part of a bird's plumage
until one day it was preened out and left on the ground
A warrior chief finding it added it to his headdress
where it rode into many bloody battles with him
until it was wrenched out by a tree's branches
trapped there fluttering in the light breeze
it was found by a man who took it for his wife
she added to her Sunday hat and wore it to church.
Starting to look very bedraggled she took it out
she was going to throw it away but her daughter
pleaded to be allowed to have it for her collection
and there it rested for many years as a trophy.
The feather had started life bright and jaunty
now in its last days it had faded and become shredded
I wonder what tales you could tell us, the lady thought
as with a sigh she took it outside and let the breeze take it.
written 08/05/2014
contest: LEAF, FEATHER, SHELL or FLAKE