Although she's always attired in exquisite clothing,
Miranda Vasquez dances, but she's not a socialite.
She spends most of her days embroidering dresses
and decorating flowered fans long into the night.
Her finely sown garments would fetch a nice price,
but money is not what brings Miranda great joy.
No. For she gives them away to low-born ladies
who proudly wear her raiment of felt and corduroy.
Her garments are beautiful works of creative art,
similar to grand paintings from a master's brush.
Bright and bold colored fabrics she loves the most,
green, gold, and crimson hues of cheeks in blush.
Miranda is loved by young and old in her village.
A legendary figure she's bound to become in time.
With her dark lashed eyes and dainty red lips,
she's adored for her heart and tailoring, sublime.
Categories:
miranda, dance, woman,
Form: Rhyme
It was noon for Lady Amanda
And in drove a Platoon Commander:
Gerald Rutherford, full Lieutenant
Many years back her Quiet Tenant...
Now Military, still Great Manners,
As though in defence of Great Banners,
The two hoisted in front of his Jeep
And a white he chose to close keep...
Key off Jeep's Ignition box, a leap:
He's had something robbing him Good Sleep
"Yes, what's it that you want, Commander?"
"Oh, thanks, Sweet Lady! Your Miranda..."
"You didn't say: Ex - Land Lady's smile."
"Oh my God! Just begun bad file!"
Categories:
miranda, courage, integrity, marriage, war,
Form: Rhyme
I am Swedish so I have no concept of warmth,
Yet my heart has been touched by a thousand degree
Gum was taken by cupid's spicy dart,
An amorous wind resting through Duino's trees
Who is his lover? Who has his hand?
Who will feel his lips when Mensa's food
is bland?
And how will the rest of us ever compare,
to the angel who captured Gum's yearning stare?
©Miranda Samuelson
Categories:
miranda, africa, america, angel, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
While love is totally blind, the body behaves as voyeur in mind
Categories:
miranda, allusion, creation, humorous, satire,
Form: Monoku
Miranda orbits along a path of time and ice
Rotating Uranus almost in her retrograde near by
Moves upside down while dancing with the stars
On the ecliptic, by the equator they go on
The belly of the Milky highway arises
From our perspective everything is right
An accretion disc forms flat against the black
There is nothing wrong with that
Miranda stands but as a dot, small, almost invisible
Undetected by the naked eye
As she meanders through the universe unlighted
Scarred for life, etched out collisions with the night
Carved rocks on surfaces for what it's worth
Peculiar yet beautiful in the dark
Held in line, perpendicular to the solar sinking plane
In the grip of time, in the hold of Uranus's tidal forces
Sidled in proximity to her companion built of ice and gas
Life itself should be so large, to have a giant world with you
Made of blue to go through life through
Marching to the tune of equilibrium
It is her game. It is her name, Miranda Anonymity
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miranda_(moon)#/media/File:PIA18185_Miranda's_Icy_Face.jpg
Categories:
miranda, appreciation, image, inspirational, moon,
Form: Free verse
Miranda
Witty, wife, sister, mother
Sister of Cindy
Lover of freedom, grace, and hugs.
Who feels close to God, much love from my husband and the need to help
Who fears car crashes, dogs and my last daughter at home leaving.
Who would like to see, the country from a cab of an 18 wheeler, island sunset and plays on the stage.
Resident of Buchanan MI
Hawley
Categories:
miranda, love, sister,
Form: Bio
Miranda has the right to write in silence--
Anything you say, she will use against you
because you're moving your jaw.
Come knock on the door of my friend
Tom Sawyer. Especially if you cannot
afford a real lawyer.
He'll be standing in the darkness
reading the writing on the studio wall...
I was trapped inside a rusty clock,
now I'm running out of time.
I'm gonna buy a tall, tall drink
and rub the rim with lime.
A pinch of salt, a pinch of skin,
just one more step and you'll be in.
These bottomless disturbances
quell my quivering quill,
I'm running out of time,
I've no time to kill.
Where voracious flowers whirl
with the movement of the moon,
and the lyrics won't be written
if I cannot find the tune.
In a dreamer's deeper darkness
remembering the womb's trembling throng,
keeps me merely existing
to write your favorite song.
A piano intoxication is like
being chased by bees.
How would you like to
go swimming in the keys?
Illumination's clear,
music is distressed.
It's time for me to go,
please don't be depressed.
Categories:
miranda, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
Miranda, not to be confused
with Amanda
cute, but I cant
understand her
I look for answers
she's like a cancer
growing faster and faster
Amanda, I mean Miranda
that thing you have
is it your eye's
is it your smile
is it that shape
that's making me "Wow!"
Amanda I wrote this rap for you
I made it rhyme
isn't it cute
I spent my time
writing these lines
don't make it a crime
I wrote it just for you
(written for a young lady where I work. she has no ideal what a poet I am.)
Categories:
miranda, anti bullying, , cute,
Form: Rhyme
Your name created in poetry
Only imagination could conceive such beauty
Language once taught, the profit was to curse
Love now sought, in which I do immerse
She who must be admired
This truth already known
She who is now desired
To this end have I grown
Hope gives wings to imagination
The future bright like the morning sun
Despair gives rise to agitation
The past can never be undone
Only time will tell what is to be
As I look into the stars
What is there to see
Will you heal all the scars
Or was it not meant to be
Categories:
miranda, love,
Form: Rhyme
I have been blessed
With the most wonderful child.
Even through her teen years
When her friends ran wild.
She was my rock
When her father walked out.
She's the reason I went on
When I was in doubt.
She phones me daily
Just to say "hi".
She knows what I'm feeling,
To her, I couldn't lie.
I see a younger me
When I look in her face.
We are so much alike,
Take life at the same pace.
She ends each conversation
With an "I love you".
And of course my reply
Is "I love you, too".
She's made my world better
In more ways than she'll know.
She's my one in a million
And I love her so.
My gratitude to God
I will never stop giving,
For my beautiful Miranda
Who's made life worth living.
for Linda Marie's `One in a Million' Contest
Categories:
miranda, daughterlife, love,
Form: Rhyme
Miranda is quite a girl
Intelligent and quick wit
Really steady
And quickly does her homework when she sits
Never forgets to respect her mom
Daddy's girl cause she's got charm
Athletic loves to play
New friend
Interesting too
Cooperative
Open warm
Loving
Entertaining, she's a charm
Blonde straight hair
Accepting, affectionate
XoXo
Lovely
Energetic
Youthful
Categories:
miranda, friendship
Form: Acrostic