Long Rhinestones Poems
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I gaze beyond
the silver winged
heart of
twinkling twilight,
lost within metaphors
in warm cashmere
bows of midnight.
Whilst lava lamps
for lost souls
f l i c k e r across
a maze of melancholy,
ghosts of past whispered
surreal sagas through
subtle mists~
silky snow that
d r i z z l e s
in the shape of crescent,
slowly trails
my moon-kissed skin.
If only the stars
of scarred silence
spoke the voiceless
truth raised from
the arms of trauma~
not every glowing
ray is destined
to be your wish
come true,
I was sculptured
in hailstones
of burnt ice,
and my ivory nails
drowned in the color
of your fire blood.
I am the throned
mistress of massacres,
a walking black storm,
that strikes onyx lightning
upon pearlescent
roads to hyacinth healing.
For everything
I touched
became frost,
when heavy clouds bled
to paint the skyscape
in citrine powder.
Perhaps, there is
no need of stretching
your fingers in gratitude,
as it shall
soon abandon
every lucky charm,
like the death of poetry
within inked
pages of
an accidental poet.
Yet, I still see
the unwritten
verses in your dewy eyes~
unsung
poetic confessions,
written in
diamond and rust;
“you’re the poison
I’m willing to take”
Like how romeo
died in the name of
a forsaken tale
told by the infatuated
soul of his Juliet~
Cupid’s bow still
is adorned with her
love-struck tears
that emanate
unshed truth.
So let, the alchemy
of dreams concoct,
a perfumed potion
from black
quartz rain,
to ease this caricature
lifetime of memories~
chasing sonnets
contrived in sorcery,
to seize the stories
of
misplaced prophecies.
whilst hope is flying
on paper wings
of a dark
horse carousel,
where my past self
was crystal-gazing,
to see the crown
carved from rhinestones
of shattered glasses,
piercing through
my honey mane.
But, this immortal
heart will remain
in a museum of
Monet’s garden,
where sorrowful
serenades linger
above thornless roses.
For I am heaven
and hell for you,
in everlasting awakenings
transcribed in turquoise
topaz till tomorrow…
Ocean waves woke me from my temporary state
I opened my eyes to a sky full of twinkling rhinestones
there was a peace here that permeated my soul
not yet, my internal voice whispered, but soon….
I was now in a tree, in the Amazon jungle.
I could hear all kinds of bird sounds.
A black shadow was sitting in the next tree, staring.
his eyes were slits, but I saw he was a puma.
There was no fear, only curiosity.
I felt I could converse with him, and him with me.
Or was she a she?
Before I figured it out my alarm rang.
My soul slammed back into my body
I heard a loud gasp
It was me.
Astral travel? My husband guessed.
Good guesser
Written 11-29-2022
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Meeting you has turned my world into a haven for butterflies
Rainbows and rhinestones travel behind my unicorn smile.
I am noticing things I never saw before, everything new and fresh.
You are the reason, I give you all the credit; you are teaching me.
Your exuberance, excitement and enthusiasm have revitalized me.
I am not only a new you,
I am your YOU.
I will follow you anywhere.
For I know that wherever you go, dazzling stars light up the sky.
Happy is the chatter of the roses, and I will meet a new part of myself.
I look forward to it in every way and I thank you.
The sky is orange and pink today, in honor of you.
Outside my windowpane
Daylight dwindles
Sunshines sparsely
Further from the new dome skies
Ninety-three million miles away
Imbued in ripened colors
Nature’s mahogany, oak, and cherrywood trees
and Jogger’s grassy paths once lime greens,
Chanting to changing tones of richer reds
Clustered blue-jays adorn
Like shimmering rhinestones
Gayly sing above our heads
Shadows stretch out deep
Swaying weeping willows sweep
Smoke smells flow through the crisp air
Musky scent from stonefire oven pits
Spiced up dishes mouthwatering lit
Lavish and lustrous ambers crackle
Flaming orange leaves swirl around and prance
Seducing all to voyeur their performance
Golden crinkled copper leaves splayed
Reaching, rustling to the ground
Making shuffling sounds
Minty blues peak through scarlet rays
Fall cashmere shawls display!
Autumn gardens
Nights that linger lasting moments
Granting lover’s time
For making romance
Lovely pristine white snow began following at noon.
By seven in the evening, the world was transformed.
From a bleak leafless December to a gorgeous wonderland.
I stared at the deep lush snow; no footprints
By the light of the moon, the tree branches were glistening
The blanket on the ground looked like it had been bedazzled
It reminds me of rhinestones, my grandmother said, looking out.
We should go out there and sled or something.
She was staring at the ground, as if it was magic, and it was
I think there are winter faeries out there, I told her.
They probably do not want their playground disturbed.
Let’s stay inside and drink hot chocolate with marshmallows.
Which is what we did.
Give me a castle, scepter and crown.
Magical power such as the ability to fly,
Throw in world peace if you have extra time.
Gift me with enthusiasm, joy, and love.
A rhinestone tiara, pink feathered boa,
And a sexy, gorgeous body to die for.
Throw in unity for all nations if you want.
Give me a golden throne room and memories of bliss.
A glamorous silk robe embroidered with peacocks and purples.
Throw in love for fellow man if you have to meet some moral criteria.
Gift me a corpulent intimidating twenty-two foot pet dragon
With a sense of humor, but the ability to roast my enemy for dinner.
If this is not possible, bring me something shiny that you would bring to a crow.
Suggestions: rhinestones, polished glass, aluminum foil, chrome, a door knob.
ARTEGOUS MADE HIS IN RING DEBUT
WEARING A RED ROBE
WITH SILVER RHINESTONES
WITH THE WORDS
" KING ARTEGOUS "
ON THE BACK. HE WAS ACCOMPANIED
BY "DYNAMO"YWINKLE WESTLING
IT WAS SAID THAT HE WOULD
HAVE AN OPPORTUNITY TO BE HIMSELF
BY ALLOWING A WORLD WATCH HIM WRESTLE
SAID A MEMEBR OF THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP COMMISION
( the over sight board>>>><<< WHICH REGULATES THE RANKINGS
AND CALLS TO ACTION THE RULES OF CONTENTION, AND
CONTRASTS AND NEGOCATES THE DEALINGS BETWEEN THE
COMPANY, THE WRESTLERS( AND MANAGERS), AND
THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE.
THIS OVERSIGHT GROUP ALLOWS THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE TO DO IT'S JOB
BY REMINDING THE COMPANY OF IT'S OBLIGATIONS
TO THOSE WHO HAVE PROVENED THEMSELF WORTHY
OF CHAMPIONSHIP OPPORTUNITIES.
THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE HAS THE RIGHT TO MOVE MEMBERS OF CONTENTION
( THOSE RANKED NUMBER ONE TO NUMBER TEN)
ABOVE THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER:
BUT IT CAN NOT
TAKE AWAY A NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS RIGHT TO
BE RANKED NUMBER ONE)
THIS RULE S VOID WHEN THE COMMITTEE VOTES AND THE
VOTE IS COUNTED AS A TIE. THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE CAN
ALLOW A CONTENDER TO BE RANKED ABOVE THE NUMBER ONE CONTDER
IN THE FOLLOWING SITUATIONS
1. INJURY
2. ABSENCE
3. TARTINESS
4. FOUNDED NOT ADHERING TO THE RULES
5. UNWILLING TO SURRENDER A TITLE IN THE COMPANY( OR ANOTHER COMPANY)
6. CONTRACT RESTRICT THE CONTENDER FROM USING CERTAIN MANEUVERS
IN AREAS WHERE MANEUVERS ARE BANNED.
7. IF A MEMBER OF THE STATE ATHLETIC COMMISION REFUSES TO ALLOW ( A MASK, A RINGSIDE MANAGER, OR IF THE IF THE STATE HAS RULES PROHIBITING CERTAIN POST MATCH OR PRE MATCH CEREMONIES)
8. IF THE CONTRACT IS LIMITED TO TITLE MATCH AND NO REMATCH UPON TITLE CHANGE, THE COMMITTEE CAN APPOINT THE NUMBER TWO CONTENDER TO BE TIED AT NUMBER ONE UNTIL THE DISPUTE OR NEGOCATIONS HAVE BEEN STTLED,
BUT UPON A TITLE CHANGE WITHIN THIS WINDOW, THE TIED SITUATION CANNOT BE SOLVED UNTIL THE CURRENT NUMBER ONE CONTENDER IS EITHER DEFEATED OR DISQULIFED TO CON COMPETE AGAINST THE CHAMPION.
9. THE COMPANY PRESIDENT DIVIDEDS HIS/ HER LOYALITY AND NAMES NEW CONTENDERS. THUS
10. THIS GIVES THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE THE RIGHT TO ALLOW BOTH CURRENT AND OUT GOING CONTENTION MEMEBERS
TO EITHER COMPETE TO COMPILE A NEW LIST OR WITHDRAW AND START FRESH AT THE BOTTOM OF THE RANKINGS
What about trying D’s? I suggested. They have bras.
We have been shopping for four hours.
I want to go to D’s to find a spectacular blouse.
Something colorful and artsy.
I always buy myself one jazzy blouse before school starts.
We drive to Store D’s.
My pal looks at a lacy red and pink bit of fluff.
We laugh at the price.
A turquoise bra with rhinestones is $68.
Red bra with bits of fake fur is $88.
Guess how much this one is? I ask. We laugh.
I find my colorful artsy blouse and leave happy.
My friend laments the closing of Kmart
Where she used to buy bras for the same price
as a box of cracker jacks.
Congratulations!
2019 is the expectant year.
You will get a baby, if you are expecting one.
If you are expecting to say "no" to a puppy, but you have an
eight-year-old who wants one, and you are not firm, you might
get one, so expect this to possibly happen.
You will get a vibrancy and fun-filled life, if you think you will.
You will lose all of your money at a casino, if you believe in losing.
If you do not expect to lose, you have a shot at maybe enough money
to buy a pair of hot pink jogging pants with the words Treasure Island running up the leg in fancy schmancy rhinestones..
If you expect them to fall apart in the washer, they will though.
If you expect to get run over by a truck, well, that can also happen.
2019 is the expectant year, after all.
" Tortured metaphors
spilling from tequila lips,
t i p t o e on my pulse ~
breaking in an arced smile
of the featherless eclipse,
where I waltz as a secluded steel-shine,
sobered s o f t l y
by the taste of satanic stars..."
I'm the loss of a leaf
from gold-dew aspens,
rippling upon
turquoise typewriters,
where drunk fingertips dance.
Turning to ashes,
my heart m e l t s
as a metallic grenade,
and no philosopher's stone
ever reverberating
in its silver-winged silence.
Seeking shelter from smoldering seas,
I curl up in the womb of a guardian willow ~
she's a weeping angel of n e v e r l a n d,
with an ornamented garland
of guns and roses,
enveloping me in the corpse of sunset.
Plunging from diamond cobwebs
into isles of champagne,
like a dynamite dove bloodthirsty for sun,
I l u r k along reefs
studded with rhinestones, unfurling –
lotus manuscripts
as poetic pearls s l i p and t w i r l,
snorkeling in an obsidian oasis.
I miss being
a purple-whisper prophecy,
threaded in fractured letters,
for now, my ink b l e e d s
in the marrow of moon,
where an alchemy is lost and found...
In the chronicles of carnelian clemency
and supernova sorcery,
I've seen arctic assonances
hibernating
in the throats of those,
holding lethal jewels
as a nightingale's neon noose.
So, if my soul is an opal widow
of your thistle-light affection,
a verse romanticised
will be my crystal coffin,
and in the caricatures
of kohl and karma,
our silent soliloquy
shall delicately be shifted.
Surfing in the splitting s i n s
of a salty saviour,
this whiskey damsel
shall evermore remain
a scentless phrase,
scrapped by pencilled brush-strokes,
i n v i s i b l e
in our paper-cut destiny...