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One hits thee with a switch
jumping hard made one flinch.
Running around the house like one
struck gold,
Scolding images unfold from your
damaged soul.
Hiding
Shying
and lying takes precedence over the sacrifices
of one's past,
Wondering and debating how long will this secret
convenience last?
Desperate searches for away out,
Hit's thee with a dramatic blast.
Yet scratches, backlashes, running dashes
and gashes sing a lonely song.
Not telling anyone is a reminder that you've
been wrong.
Pretending,
Scares never mending and defending your pieces of
mind will never come in time
that's why one keeps lying
So there's no show of a visible sign.
Tiffany
When I first met you, we were both strangers,
Who became the best of friends.
It’s a friendship I cherish with all my heart,
And I pray it never ends.
I remember sitting on the bleachers,
When you approached me….
I said “I’m Ian, what’s your name?”
And you said, “Tiffany.”
Who would’ve thought that from that day on,
We’d grow as close as we are?
I think of how proud you were that night,
As you saw me drive Ms. Shirley’s car.
The first time we had drinks together,
How much fun we had that night!
Although I don’t remember half of what I said,
I know it was such a delight.
Time would pass the both of us by,
And we know this to be true….
Lord knows there is no bestie,
On this earth more precious to me than you.
I went on to join the US Navy,
And left you feeling bad
and I made you mad,
All I want is to take away the hurt,
Cause you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.
We’ll hang out more and drink more,
We have so much talk about,
I’ll do anything to get my bestie back,
And I know this without a doubt.
I’m so sorry for what I’ve done,
Please know that I mean what I say.
Please know that my heart feels empty,
When I don’t hear from you day after day.
I’m not writing this poem for sympathy,
Nor am I asking to cut me any slack….
Just know that I am a man,
Who will give anything….
Do anything….
Just to have his bestie back.
You toss and turn in your sleep
Having the same nightmare one wants to conquer
and beat.
Swift images appear in your mind.
Dragons,
Monsters,
Omens,
Mobsters,
Leading to a path with the word
'Death' written on a sign.
The sign is blind to the necked eye
One tries to find what was lost in the concept of
having a piece of mind,
For time is not on your side.
As you began to move back,
You feel the attack of breathe you seem to lack.
Your heart begans to pound with no arthymic
sound
Yet, the terror paralyzes you to the core with no
notions of facts.
Fog whispers through the dark
Leaving a form of a humans mark.
Your feet begans to feel like water soaked in dried
sand
Only to look up and see a vision of the ' Candy Man'.
Tiffany Saxon
A snowstorm is coming.
A big pink malignant mass on the weather map.
People, panicking, hoarding booze and gas.
I've got my shovel and old northern muscle.
I'm more than up to the task.
My doe-eyed neighbor seems unconcerned.
She's dressed to the sequined max.
Risking life and limb for the lust of her man?
Taillights melting into a snow globe of Tiffany glass.
I do understand her.
I once did the same thing a lifetime ago.
Drove 25 miles in a rust bucket blizzard.
For the love of adventure and lust.
A pretty little thing waiting for me in her perfumed nest.
Risking life and limb for her warm pink finesse.
The memory far outliving the wintry blast.
Tiffany Mosaic Hues of Blues
Pantoum Form
Tiffany mosaic hues of blues
Reflecting on the vast ocean’s glass o’re
An unexplored big blue world
Pursues to crawl on its belly up the inland shore
Reflecting on the vast ocean’s glass o’re
Reaching as far as its foaming fingers can amend
Pursues to crawl on its belly up the inland shore
Imprints left against the golden grains of sand
Reaching as far as its foaming fingers can amend
Receding horizons perennially blue sky sinking to weave
Imprints left against the golden grains of sand
Expanding as far as the sapphire blue eyes can see
Receding horizons perennially blue sky sinking to weave
Sounds of ocean waves captured in the majesty’s wind
Expanding as far as the sapphire blue eyes can see
As we swallow the scents of briny tears and wet sand
Sounds of ocean waves captured in the majesty’s wind
An unexplored big blue world
As we swallow the scents of briny tears and wet sand
Tiffany mosaic hues of blues
2/27/2016
Written: November 09, 2023
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An allegedly assured affix
distracted by wistfulness
to assess arousal of anguish,
wherewithal shadows tackle by day
amidst thick mist, in propinquity dry wells.
carrying a titian heartbreak on my shoulder.
a gentle regret that is not a zenith dread;
brocade as taffeta, a bluesy lullaby.
spun from gentle yarns; weaved.
Striving to scale a sibilant soil surface
toward porous roots of sequoia
trapped by the force of gravity.
allow only tangerine tears to flow
from my sorrow.
Getting into the quagmire.
in quest of one's fortitude.
whilst waiting for syzygy perigee,
to occur on perihelion.
Cobalt stained whispers
dye darkly indigo the iris of my mind
as my dulled lapis essence
drowns in deeper depths of navy -
dragged down by steely emotions
Beyond my grasp
is the ultramarine humility of the Virgin Mary’s robes -
I am lost
to the impure algae of this midnight abyss
Gone is the denim scab that patched my soul -
cast with the spindrift of tiffany dreams --
jaded,
I sink into afterlife
protected by my Egyptian prayers
Susan Ashley
July 14, 2018
(13 shades of blue used)
*Egyptian blue was often used in tomb paintings and funereal objects to protect the dead in their afterlife.* - Source: Wikipedia; Blue
She who walks in devastation of her own
confrontation, in relations to the upsets of
immoral motivation.
Clueless is she to the law of lifes nominations,
Complications in her search for the right
denominations.
Others denounce her will
Always trying to steal a deal,
Yet actions of her kind will oneday get her
killed.
Greed is the scene of ones own being,
Pressing the issue's of wanting and needing a certain
kind of bling.
Clink-Clink,
Sounds of a big steel door,
With shakles dragging to the floor,
So sore from leaving the bricks for the upcoming
war.
The war is near no end.
She reflex back knowing she has no other friend
yet, not trying to bend,
Fighting a battle she can not win.
She's holding a lost key,
Trying to unlock the door of reflextion she knows as
She....
Tiffany Saxon
She wore a tiffany hat with a bow and six big plumes of red and white,
it had an ultra wide asymmetrical brim that rolled up to one side.
When it came to dames like this I believe God ran out of humble stock !
She wore pompadour shoes, like she had nothing to lose
and rouge so red it made the cardinals have fainting spells !
Her hair was soaked in henna, elderberry & radish extract,
and I believe her dress was stitched in the boudoir of coco-channel!
She was a nouveau riche reveling in her new found fame
and everything in her life was right as rain until that fatal day,
when her hat expanded 10 x its size, growing past her shoulders
like a great big beast, of leavened yeast!
Her hat pins strained from the strain of those great big plumes,
moaning and groaning from her lithe walk and all that perfume !
Then First World War arrived and suddenly it was unpatriotic
to be concerned with one's appearance !
She was no Rockefeller and didn't own a rupee nor a heller,
so she became a steadfast loyal dame, like dear old Helen Keller .
What happened to that big old hat, with the plumes of red and white ?
She stewed it, brewed it, boiled it down then poured it in a flask,
and yes she drank it slowly,... just in case you thought to ask !
March 30/ 2025
For 50 years you have been our shining star
Our advisor, second mother, leader and lastly,
Our monarch of prestige and royalty… Our diva…
And this is “our” testament of who you truly are.
Since I can remember…
It has always been about you and your sisters…
(Tara, Tiffany, Shannon and Trina) of who depended on you
For
I know that we all can agree that…
“Our love is surely one thing
We can surely depend on you
In times of darkness and fear… we go to you;
Because
Through the years… we knew that you’d make us strong”.
Remember this similar line to a certain song?
So
As we serenade you with “Our Love”…the choice of song…
Just know that you are one in a million…
A true matriarch
That embraced and captured the true essence of what it takes of being our queen wearing your crown…creating the stepping stones of being beautiful, powerful and strong.
So as we celebrate this special day…
You marked our hearts and in return… we selected an icon…Natalie Cole to express what we mean.
For
Our love and sisterhood is forever…
And thanks to Natalie, we were able to show
“Our Love”…
To Our Queen
The End!