Long Smirk Poems
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Where are your holsters?
I don’t have any.
Where do you keep your guns?
I don’t have any.
What is wrong with you?
Lots of things.
He gives me a smirk.
Seconds later….
Do you have knives?
This is asked hopefully.
Sure.
Where are they?
I stare at this four-year-old I agreed to watch for a few hours.
Why do you want to know?
I want to be able to defend myself.
From who?
The bad guys?
What bad guys?
The BAD GUYS that are everywhere.
Let’s swing, Want to?
No. I want my tablet.
Why?
So I can kill bad guys.
I hid the tablet after a bit, so he was forced to swing and slide.
He professed to hate it, as he went down the slide giggling like a hyena.
When I look at you I cringe
You make me come all unhinged
When I have to see your face
I just want to pull out mace
And squirt that smirk off of it
Your a little piece of shi-
That likes stirring up the trouble
Causing lives to crack and crumble
Is there nothing else to do
But turn everybody blue
As you watch from the sidelines
Like a lying snake that winds
It's strength all around the necks
Of its victims, causing heck
To those who will cross the path
That leaves so much aftermath
Of destruction and destroy
Their dreams and plans with your coy
And cunning ways that will cause
You to show your ugly claws
Never letting people free
From all the consistency
Of the crap you like to spread
Why can't you be nice instead
"When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled
because you knew" Shakespeare
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After the prom my date took me to a diner,
we were still wearing our formal wear;
oh, I felt so grown up and pretty,
our faces glowed with love and happiness.
I was so excited that I trembled for I was,
on my first date;
and my new love looked so proud he was bursting.
Proudly I let the soda jerk smell my corsage,
I will never take it off no matter what;
and I pause often to sniff the scent of the flower given,
on my first date.
A man beside us watches with a smirk and a smile,
and my love sweetly holds my pink sweater and gloves.
I will never ever forget this magical evening,
and never imagined anything could feel so wonderful;
mother had fussed with my dress and hair,
she wanted me to look perfect and beautiful;
on my first date.
I felt like a princess dancing at the prom over and over,
and after a slow walk home- a tentative first kiss.
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October 2, 2019
Poetry/Narrative/On My First Date
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1185-725-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Realism Art
sponsor, Eve Roper, Inspiration #1
First Place
Leonore was disliked, cast aside and ignored,
her rage increased with bizarre behavior:
why couldn't she be the eternal and idolized Queen?
And envy grew towards the more successful thespians;
her restlessness to do harm was a demon that cringed,
" It's me or nobody! " her words caused a tremor
and while the stage was about to open the curtains,
she emerged with the usual smirk they had seen!
Leonore faked sweetness lacked emotion and compassion:
all she lived for was her changeless ego so persistent,
which emphasized revenge, anger, vanity and spite;
and declaring herself the Queen of alluded beauty,
in front of an audience of disagreeable contempt:
Lenore continued to act erratically dreaming of a trophy,
or even an Oscar of glimmering gold to placate her desire...
still living in an imaginary state of strong conviction!
Her love for jewelry was indomitable: brilliant diamonds so shiny
decorated her elegant dress of shimmering silver like her crown,
and with a presence so stately and impressive, she bowed down
under neon lights but her appearance was snorted in derision;
how delusive was to befriend and audience of little sympathy
hearing hoots of laughter instead of acceptance and recognition!
Leonor went on despite the commotion rising in the agitated audience,
" I've dedicated my time to my vocation and they need an applause,
Hollywood has never seen an actress of my caliber. " she hollered;
" I put to shame Grace Kelly and Vivien Scarlett: I am more talented!"
There was a brief pause, then contemptuous scoffing and mocking
" I said I'm greater than them! I won't accept any mumbling! "
By then the theater resounded with apathy as her tension swiftly grew;
Leanor grabbed the stiletto knife concealed inside her dress made by Frew,
" With this knife going deep inside, I prove how brave I can be;
death is glory, I die an heroine on this infamous stage! Watch me! "
My thighs may slap together
My bum, it may be huge
But if you look a little deeper
You'll find my heart is true
My stomach may be rounded
My bingo wings? Disaster
But my friends will always stick around
While yours will leave much faster
Everything may wobble
On my walk across to work
But the smiles I get are genuine
While yours are just a smirk
I may have got a second chin
And be all over flabby
But you get your joy from others pain
While my friends make me happy
So while your comments hurt me
And make me sad and worry
I can't wallow in self pity
As it's for you that I feel sorry
Get the light just right
The sun is blinding
First shot too bright
Let's try rewinding
In the shade
What a bore
"Is this the sherade
I'm paying for?"
Lighting is dim
Dial down the shutter
On a whim
Don't dare flutter
If you can be still
As can I
We can finish this deal
Before I cry
8 people cheesing
Sharp faces across the board
In the business of pleasing
Master this and I score
I lose light for this shot
I know you can't imagine
A job for a tot
With my little red wagon
The aperture skinny
To achieve this focus
Pay me a pretty penny
And I'll say hocus pocus
Quick! snap a solo
I want a blurred backdrop
Must change up the show
Widen my f stop
"What's taking so long,
Is this not your profession?
Are you doing it wrong
We paid for this session!"
Doctor... What's your name again
Do you have any tact
I have settings to tend
This is a balancing act
Have you seen my work
Did you not call to hire
Wipe off the smirk
Before your session expires
We gasp as our hostess enters the garden.
All of us women wearing glorious colors, trying for attention.
She has, of course, worn the ultimate dress
Which instantly brings lilies and carnations to fruition.
We ordinary simpletons are dressed like rainbows
Dismally paling against marigolds and roses
Which also sense that an angel has entered the arena
Our oranges, pinks and reds are not contenders for attention now.
She has sauntered in as if straight from heaven’s gates.
She is glistening without trying; her caramel skin is popping.
Her brown eyes are exceptional, and her white dress virginal.
Reminding Lily of the Valley she is queen of the garden.
The rest of us fade away amongst flowers that smirk.
No contenders for attention or conversation.
A garden party for forty, where all eyes stray to one.
She is the bride; we are mere spectators.
When I’m with her everything changes and I start to notice life in different phases, like the man on the moon
Her beauty is written about in praises
Even though she sees nothing but imperfection as the mirror gazes
But all her imperfections are the definition of perfection to me, if only she could see what my eyes see
As she brakes my limitations to joy, her gentle soul molds my concrete heart
I now find life within death
When I hold her, she feels safe with no cares in the world but wonders if she should still care just a little
Like I want him to know I care but I don’t want to feel as if I’m reaching
She looks at me and asks how could I be so lucky, and questions if life is even real
Even though she wakes up every morning to pinch her skin with no changes, so this must be a little real
She jumps not knowing where she might fall
With all the proof in the world she still asks how much will this cost every time he says I love you
This is an example of genuine actions being stabbed by the doubt her past created
Leaving us to learn the little things matter just as much as anything else
That’s what I notice every time I noticed you
Like the smirk you get right before your dimples bloom each time I would see you
The way your baby hairs fall down the side of your head right before I brush them behind your ear
The way your freckles sparkle beneath your eyes like stars in the sky
The way the holes in your outfit match the holes in my heart
If only we realized we are always in his hands and even with the holes in his hand he would not let us fall through
I used to be so guarded with life because of my past I hold on to but when my reflection is in your eyes I am never afraid to let go
And as I fall I notice the atmosphere around me
Everyone wears a crown but sometimes we want the thorns instead, don’t you remember we already have a king
Every rose has a heart so I give it to you on your bad days when you just can’t find the beat
The clouds roar louder than lions
And in the rain, you can see the future within tears from the past
Too many times do we complicates things making relationships so vast
When all we need is God to be first and last
When we are together the feeling is always mutual
p.s. I wrote this about you knowing I feel the same way too…
To Hellie's credit, she had rightly judged...
for, all told- the young man was quite shady
so from her guard-post she would not be budged
for she was most loyal to her lady
And when he cooed and whined to survey
Bronwyn's hide-out with treasures galore
(and blinded by love, the lady obeyed)
Hellie let out a terrible roar!
Before he could pilfer a single rare item
our Hellie put Beau on the run
snapping and snarling, she'd viciously bite him
her fun had only begun
He squealed sissy screams and kicked out at her
but she got the better of him
he called her a “hideous, scurrilous cur”
she pursued him with vigor and vim
Rapidly round all the high piles of loot
she chased him with eyes bright and shiny
while he scuffled (and occasionally gave her the boot)
and she snapped at his delicate hiney
At length, he shot out of the mouth of the cave
in a desperate dash to break free
but he'd nowhere to go- and wasn't quite brave
so he threw himself into the sea
As Bronwyn looked down with an irritated frown
(she was actually becoming quite peeved)
old Hellion beamed up, and drooled on her gown
her ultimate mission achieved
Her lady turned to face her, and warmly embraced her
while Hellie soaked it up with a smirk
soft fingers stroking and fluffing her fur
for dispatching the devious jerk
They spied the poor devil as he met his sad fate-
and they watched from their perch high above
a bold pirate queen and her canine first mate
the next-best thing to true love!
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This is the swashbuckling sequel to my "Barefoot Buccaneer" poem... ;D
Snip, snip, snip
Thump, thump, thump,
The heart skids across the cobblestones,
Solid, eroded, tattered and no more.
Gauzy flesh oozing a stream of blood,
Dribbling down the pavement,
Catching the eyes of those with heads bowed,
Shame aroused by a hint of a smile,
Betrayal kissed by the mercy of the brow,
Once filled with a sanity,
That has now left at the sound of the crow
They said yes, hands all in
And grins as wide as the devil's snare
Should've known better than to trust their warm glares,
Eyes full of rays, but clipped by those shears,
Breathing promises to those who seem to care.
Pain, exhaustion, a love so blind
Her heart now seething and twisting under the glare of the sun
Hidden by clouds counted by the ton,
Once giggling, looping arms around one another
Should've known better
Than to plaster that smile side by side with each other
She dreamed with an empty head
But was ignited with a flaming heart
Her bandages burned but candles were still aflame
She spoke with the whisper of the wind
But laughed with the throng of the wild
She sung behind the sheer curtains
But danced for the swarm of bees
The bees whose stingers were the best dance of all
Searing flesh and taunting the flowers
Flashing a smirk
Wiggling their sword
Until, sharp met smooth
Flesh burst open and that heart once again
Met the pavement floor
Throttled by the guilt
But choked from the blade
Time and time again
It thrashes till it no longer hears
The far away note of it's thump thump thump
Snipped and ripped from those sharp shears.