Frantic movement and commotion
Fist-pumping, foot-stomping emotion
Slogans shouted, cheers abide
Endless cheers of ‘He’s our guy!’
Music blares, eager midriffs bared
The other candidate’s running scared
Victory takes wing at every rally ~
chasing dreams down blindest alleys
Categories:
midriffs, emotions, flying, political, sound,
Form: Couplet
Woodstock wild is what the musicians knew
Plain dairy farm in New York, reservation due.
I was too young, alas, or I would have been there.
Loving the music, the ambiance, wild as old dog hair.
Midriffs showing, the crowd was mostly young and thin.
Jumpsuits looked fabulous, no matter who was poured in.
People ate healthy, they were taunt and tight.
Music wafted all over the hills on this Saturday night.
Platform shoes, cowboy boots, sandals, anything went.
Some hitched rides in caravans, that were heaven-sent.
Lots of clean fun while folk music enticed the crowd.
Rolling, rocking, roaring fun, and probably sixteen times too loud.
Categories:
midriffs, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Blue cosmos man you are secretive and stealthy.
We watch you devour planets, and yet you remain healthy.
If we gobbled the stars down in your insatiable way,
We know with our midriffs there would be hell to pay.
Categories:
midriffs, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Written for Matgorzata Chodakowka’s Sculptures
Of the three
Bronze statues
Elfin like ballerinas
Rise
Elegantly poised
Atop tip toes
Ribbon tied pointe slippers
Adorn dainty feet
Bronzed skin
Gently stroked
By the sun
Glistens
While perfectly placed
Fountains
Spill sparkling water
From minute midriffs
Exquisite arches
Therein fashion
Gossamer
Ruffled tutus
Gowns of water
Cascading
Full length
Caress the ground
An ethereal mist
Created such
Visible hence
A tangle of sculpted legs
Gracefully mesmerising
Pleats of water enthrall
Illusioning a fairy tale
Beguiling all
Categories:
midriffs, art,
Form: Free verse
América's Roundtable,
Kings and Knights of a fable,
Broadening the smorgasbord of a playing field,
Swelling midriffs peak,
they drool as they speak,
for the empires for themselves that they build.
The fine lady now fattened,
America's breast now flattened,
and they ravished her while singing her song,
Without being heard,
they even caged her grand bird.
Making wrong right, and right and wrong.
A now fallen hope,
A dying Pope,
The unrighteous ones had their turn,
New hope to the fable,
bringing truth to the table,
revealing secrets they wish to burn.
But now wait a dang minute,
The one thought to win it,
Things took an outrageous spin,
Now raise a prayer without pride,
Which is worse in the ride.
Here we go with again and again.
It goes to show you each time,
America yours, o she’s mine,
God bless help us in this tug of war
God save the poor dame,
America her name,
Father, please raise her up off the floor.
Categories:
midriffs, america, destiny, leadership,
Form: Political Verse
WHEN LETTERS DANCE ON THE PAGE
“Disappear,” I said.
They denied.
Didn’t the Casanova at the theatre
Return my ravishing smile last night?
The burgundy magic on greys!
Ironed with botoxed shots
The dry asparagus turns glossy;
Ready for the salad?
Midriffs declining, disappearing -
Decelerating; the passion of aping
A teenager for a climacteric but works.
The dried raisins, falling leaves
And the faded chrysanthemums-
Augmented, tucked in, liposuctioned.
The one who was being stared at,
Loses it all ; the pretence withers,
The efforts in vain.
I loved them the most
But they now scare me-
The letters diffusing, hyperopic.
Behind the lens, the zombies
Make me close my eyes- the mirror
Was never so unfriendly.
Progressive, focal, horn-rimmed,
Rimless – nothing works. They just
Simply refuse to go.
At the restaurant, travelator, bus
My glory shrouds as I struggle to
Settle the glass diptych on my nose.
“Disappear,” I say to them.
They deny.
Categories:
midriffs, allegory,
Form: Blank verse
Mild August temps bring about to mind,
Memories of summer that have gone behind;
Fleeting days that lead to autumn are here at last,
Summer's solace has left, weeping in the grass;
Few girls care to show their smooth toned midriffs,
Gorgeous eyes reappear, out from dark sunglasses;
The autumnal, brisk winds that have a chilling feel,
Makes you want to slow down and begin to congeal;
The bleakness and gloom of winter follow suit,
Rendering the sun's heat moot.
8-25-13
Categories:
midriffs, seasons,
Form: Couplet