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SYMBOLS OF SUNDAY
The Ille de Grande Jatte sans noise
filled with poise,a posie-in-paint.This
divisionist dog-day,a second of time
frozen in mime;a slow-motion frame
of a social game.The Seine sleeping
sailors boating,youngsters rowing
a lady fishing.trumpeter trilling,dogs
sniffing midst sunshades swishing.
A promenade peopled,gentility
strolling,watching,then,standing
still,and,taking their fill.A leisured
moment from toil,passitivity
possessed dressed yellow,orange
with green and complementary blue
A POINT TO MAKE
Points, to make a point
expressions by impressions,
lots and lots of dots a
paradigm in paint, impressionist
it ‘aint.Unique yes, inanimate
I guess, poetic proportionate
pictorial pointillistic perhaps,
our eye fills in the gaps.
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Initialising silhouettes submit to midwinter dawn
Beginning willingly to swallow colour of choices
Fledgelings' flamboyant campaigns display oblivion
Audacious adolescents distribute chafing thoughts
Attach entire esteem to securing peer approval
Frivolous get transfixed in youth's lurid allure
Bustling balloons launch from high vaulting hearts
Adventurers revel in joy during jaunty occasions
Concerned observers avoid havoc's banquet
Money cascades proportionate to patrons' appraise
Circumspect travel with kaleidoscope analysis
Attentively pensive address torrid scheduling
Pallid consideration accompanies shaded misers
Assorted sections bolstered by merciful sharers
Principled accord favoured by fate's ultimation
Aura of agitation promotes copious desires
Hushed heeders find freedom in relinquishing
Dilating ease determines to exit temptation
Plethora of pleasures pledged by reoccurring sunrise
Replenished spirit operates as a doting shepherd
Validates delight in desiphered silence
Supreme reckoning denounces pretentious credentials
Clarity invades tainted captivity's insatiable tirade
Mortal manuscript mirrors sequel's assembling
20th April 2020
Submitted to Chantelle Anne Cooke's
Best NA Poem 2020 Re run
You drown out every noise,
In stillness, we hear your voice.
This is the seeker’s guide,
For those in search of the truth.
You open the door to the light,
We emerge from the recalcitrant night,
To find the treasures we seek
And the pathway to Zion’s gate.
You summon the elements;
They gather together the fragments,
Those pieces veiled in mystery,
Separated by the watchmen.
You dispel every confusion,
Bringing in its proportionate infusion.
There’s a wave of inspiration,
A river of understanding.
You call me,
A traveller on a turbulent sea.
You guide me like a North Star
To a place where turbulence has no sway.
June 3, 2025.
Your endless smile is mysterious
I wonder where you've gone
hollow eyes,
laughing wrinkles with an uneven complection
light rings under your eyes
make me wonder what happens late at night
at 2 am when children are asleep
you sit there prompt, ready for defeat
your figure, proportionate
the beauty is an ora-
examining every glare,
every glance
every breath
until I see right through you.
I stand there perplexed to what I have seen
who I have become
where I have been
this mirror is full of dust
and I've had enough
of trying to be who I am supposed to be
shouldn't there be an escape
an easy way
to fulfill your destiny
instead I sit there,
index finger on the trigger
as I admire your self-esteem
you've never been a talker-
a selective listener
with a gracious presence
a life changing smile-
ordinary frown
that hides the misery.
With one single click your beauty will be vanished
your loving family and lover with grief
if only they knew and understood
that it's you that needs to smile
it's you that must reveal
and retrieve your own destiny
Prepossessing pair liquefy as a still river’s exquisite glaze ~
An undercurrent ripples in the lazy meander to ply compliance
Yellow tones of twilight seep slowly, warming a cold demeanor
These two play in crepuscular light, ensconced in downy fur
Wearing black and white, is moonlit night,
only half-lit, as unfolding dawn's fawn, denigrates the dark...
Proportionate seconds rake nails in a rhythmic clickety-click
Long strokes make feasible winged flight, high with the half-moon:
a cogent straight-cut through a curve of semi-shiny symmetry
Yielding to heat, dews exuberant, deluge chilled lungs and fog river’s gaze ~
(2/4/2021 - '05 Fountain Fever 29; Rancho Cordova)
She asked for a pic
I went through the rules
No this and that
Bust and above
My best features
Only that
No hips and no arms
those aren't my charms
I went through the drill
My students knew it well
She came and whispered in my ear,
"Teacher, I love your figure
You're SO sexy."
I burst out laughing
Was this a joke?
No, she was dead serious
She loved how I moved
She loved how I danced
"Back home...
They'd love a woman like you
Your fullness is proportionate and sexy."
It seems a silly thing
But I did pose for the pic
I flicked back my hair
Had a smile on my face...
No, I'm not who I was...
But I'll get there somehow
I have to enjoy the here and now
A simple compliment
I'd heard like it before
from both genders...
Hard to accept
When you feel bad about yourself
But I never tire of hearing it
Beautiful and sexy...
Me?
It's all in the attitude
In the way that you move
in your smile and your eyes
Even with thunder thighs
A move and a shake
Will keep them awake
BUT....
I'm going to gain back my former glory
and watch out world....
That compliment is about to turn REAL!
Eileen
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry,
Time marks a question measured to wrangle,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
First, the chick or egg, begs the novelty,
Harmony and anarchy vie tango,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Highs and lows, trials on trails that Odyssey,
Couples meet ... kneels, and fingers … betrothal,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Germane proportionate necessity,
Bidders will empowerment substantial,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Blind contends, an object than rivalry,
A contest midst, wins or lose, a gamble,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Observant confident, sees victory,
The keenly bid, competitors scramble,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Won prize stashed, slips by geniality,
Bewildered notes calm, auctioneer’s gavel,
Quantity taxes or pay quality,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Here's a giggle are you ready for this
Better sit down I'd say
Why do psychics ask for your name
Maybe it's a game they play
Gotta tell ya, gonna live forever
But still got a ways to go
I'm certainly not worried, no not me
Feel good right down to my toes
Hardness of butter is quite proportionate
To the softness of the bread it is
But with toast you have a fighting chance
Will be testing you later in a quiz
What if you get scared half to death twice
Gonna leave that one alone
If there's a will, there's about 500 relatives
All wanting a share of their own
Death is most definitely a hereditary thing
How many still have parents living
As I've told you, it's just a matter of time
Might be joining 'em by Thanksgiving
A dear friend of mine is so optimistic
Bought a burial suit with 2 pairs of pants
Until we know exactly where we're going
Why should we take the chance
You laugh because I'm a little bit different
I laugh coz I just let one go
One of my better ones I gotta tell ya
A joyous expulsion to behold
Here's a giggle are you ready for this
Better sit down I'd say
Why do psychics ask for your name
Maybe it's a game they play
Gotta tell ya, gonna live forever
But still got a ways to go
I'm certainly not worried, no not me
Feel good right down to my toes
Hardness of butter is quite proportionate
To the softness of the bread it is
But with toast you have a fighting chance
Will be testing you later in a quiz
What if you get scared half to death twice
Gonna leave that one alone
What’s a cat’s favorite Shakespeare quote
“Tabby or not tabby? That's the question
Death is most definitely a hereditary thing
How many still have parents living
What do you feed an invisible cat?
Evaporated milk which takes much cattility
A dear friend of mine is so optimistic
Bought a burial suit with 2 pairs of pants
Until we know exactly where we're going
Why should we take the chance
You laugh because I'm a little bit different
I laughed coz I just let one go
One of my better ones I gotta tell ya
A joyous expulsion to behold
Aching for my presence
she called me late one night.
She wanted to have
a night cap,
and she knows I do it right.
Forty five minutes later,
on the counties outer rim.
I pull into the driveway,
of her old
Victorian.
Striking lightly with my knuckles
on the front door made of oak.
she opens the door,
powder blue negligee
high heels.
My jaw hit the floor.
Caramel surprise,
nude, she's dressed to kill.
Candles glowing throughout the house
relaxing music in the distance.
She drops her robe,
standing there,
testing my resistance.
The curvature of her waistline,
tapering to long,
well toned thighs.
Breasts proportionate to her figure.
Standing six foot tall
is a beauty just my size.
Unable to control my sergeant,
she receives a standing ovation.
Reaching down, she caresses me,
what a wonderful sensation.
I push her onto the mattress,
forcing my way between her thighs.
She twists and turns violently,
whimpering a series
of sultry cries.
Jared Pickett
10/11/09
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