~
spring's floral pageant blazes-- a view designed by
tender God ~
First place
Dream leaf “fall” usher
motley hue cascade unfurls
dull gray sky gaunt sun
mud strewn pockmark on limp moss,
wet nabs ripe fruit orchard splurge
Moonlit gemstone reach
lunar auspice chill whisper
green hewn splintered twig
earthbound autumn wild pageant
scaly branches in a heap
Dark cobalt clouds float
city folk’s shivering gaze
market stalls thriving
the whiff of laden soup bowls
coffee dock ice drop buffer
Deep coal fire aglow
shelter from harsh weather gust
frozen nostrils twitch
as they plough the fertile patch
in league with season bounty
Is that not High School Justina:
The Elder Sister of Tina?
So, why us she is getting leaner,?
Praying and fasting like Lena?
Or modeling like Martina:
Body reshaping to turn winner?
Now the craving of A Pageant
Wanting to life make pleasant...
So, she's dumping scholarship
For on - stage applause and worship?
God, help Day - Dreaming Justina
And not count her Rebel sinner...
For the Beauty Pageant
Her selling front teeth,
Whose absence is a myth
For a smile with intent,
Yoga is the breath
While you bare their breadth
Their extraction kills the sweet
In indulgent kiss,
Keeping them white a feat
To one who wouldn’t a tooth miss.
Also useful to vampires
And their reprehensible agents
Assuredly stretching their empires
And vile occult regents'.
For whomever Satan hires
For the incisive very urgent,
As decisive as live wires,
Blood corpuscles the emergent.
A rental car ought be comfy
not crimped, cramped or bumpy
Oohs and Aahs ~ save them for pageants
Roominess now mine; you keep the combatants
miss congeniality
crowned but
soon forgotten
posted on March 20, 2021
A writer , a poet can be a model as well..
If she has determination and love too..
A poet or songwriter can't succeed in beauty pageant ..
Yeah I am thankful there is no such a rule..
A poet can decorate beauty pageant with physical style and beautiful words. .
And that combination remains forever...
If a poet gets company of inspiring persons like you than she she can do even in beauty glamour.
Gets up every morning
Puts her makeup on
Makes sure she looks perfect
Though everything is wrong
Stares into the mirror
Runs her fingers through her curls
Then she practices her plastic smile
Just like a pageant girl
Goes into the closet
Picks out her favorite dress
The one with yellow flowers
Always has to look her best
Puts on her shoes walks out the door
Steps out into the world
As she waves to all the passerbys
Just like a pageant girl
She's the great pretender
Like an actor on a stage
Puts on a grand performance
As she tries to hide her pain
They don't know the sadness
This ache within her soul
The hopelessness, the loneliness
She's hollow, never whole
But she does her best to mask it
She keeps it all inside
Hopes no-one has figured out
This masquerade's a lie
So she meets their expectations
Gives them what they want to see
A silly, vapid happy girl
Lighthearted, weightless, free
She deflects them with her sparkle
Her smile white as pearls
Bright and wide but empty
Just like a pageant girl.
After the carols and the pageant
of the birth, we walk through the night
of Lexington to Suzanne and Fran’s.
The streets are darker since a giant
oak gave up the ghost and downed the lights.
The colored bulbs at the Phi Gams’,
still burning, though the brothers went
a week ago, wouldn’t guide us back except
we already know the necessary turns
and window candles on McDowell
cast their welcoming glow into the night.
Then, as Enid taught us, we hold hands
and from our circle of Quaker grace
send silent wishes from our inner light
to all our friends beyond this place
poinsettias scattered all about
it’s a hoopla at the community centre
kids of all ages gathered to see Santa
the sheer excitement and anticipation
a rumbling roar with electricity in the air
he’s on his way but it's a long wait
people make the most of time
getting up on the stage
with a dance a song or a skit
dressed up in our sunday best
suit or dress with fancy shoes
what a sight as you entered the hall
majestic tree at least twelve feet tall
decorated with colored lights and balls
popcorn garland all around
angel starring high on top
no difference through the decades
every kid’s dream come true
to meet Santa face to face
and especially delectably delicious
to whisper in Santa’s ear
all our innermost wishes
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS~ 2023
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on November 21, 2017 for contest CHILDHOOD CHRISTMAS MEMORY sponsored by BIC GI-SA
Nature held a Beauty Pageant
Guess who was crowned a crest?
A flowery green meadow was the stage and rostrum
Watch who won the contest.
Well, the peacock from India was crowned beauty King
The bird of paradise from New Guinea became Beauty queen.
And last but not least was the Indian tiger, runner up
But care he for beauty that he might as well sup?
And what care any of them
for accolades, crown or cup?
Other contestants were the gorgeous leopards
and the flimsy beauteous butterflies
They'll be crowned
next time around.
For beauty tis rich in supplies.
But nature-lovers alone applauded the flamboyant winners
who gaily stood upon the flora
They did come out with 'flying colors'
Around them nature's beauty an aura.
Miss world bird of paradise yet unaware of her placing
The peacock endowed by God a crown
They might never know of this showcasing
At our staring, gawping, they might just frown!
Then there are those unsung unawarded yet perfect beauties
both among mortals and animals
who join no display contests nor pageants
yet are undeniably glamorous nonetheless
for beauty ain't exclusive
to önly beauty contestants.
Our community is holding a beauty pageant
Which is not that uncommon, right?
But the difference is, this pageant ain't for girls
Hang on, try to picture this sight
To be eligible to enter our little competition
You must be breathing just a tad
But here's a thing that's just a little bit different
To enter you must possess great abs!
Fortunately I'm blessed with a body to die for
So the others won't stand a chance
When it comes to the evening gown competition
So stunning, a sure winner at a glance
The thrill and excitement just boggles my mind
The big networks will all be there
David Letterman will likely interview the winner
You'll be famous and known everywhere
Right on schedule, the alarm clock goes off
Ending my thrilling little adventure
As I get up, yawn, and stagger past my mirror
I flash my pearly white dentures!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Our community is organizing a beauty pageant
That's doesn't seem uncommon, right?
The difference is, this pageant ain't for girls
Hang on now, this might give you a fright!
To be eligible to enter our competition
You must be breathing if only a tad
But one thing that's really different from others
You must be male and possess great abs!
Fortunately I'm blessed with a body to die for
So the others don't stand a chance
When it comes to the evening gown competition
So stunning, all will know at a glance
The thrill and excitement just boggles the mind
The big networks will surely all be there
David Letterman will interview the winner
People will be coming from everywhere
Right on schedule, the alarm clock goes off
Putting an end to my silly adventure
As I get up and stagger over to the mirror
I flash my pearly white dentures!
©Jack Ellison 2012
God made the flowers
To compete with your beauty
But they always lose
An Italian priest on the other side of the ocean
wanted to dispel a widely held notion.
Most people believe nuns are old and ugly.
Others accept them as intolerant and crabby.
I have my own memories of them while in school.
Most of the ones I used to know were not cool.
As I look back, I now often feel sick.
Sister Mary Whatshername used to hit me with a stick.
Well, Father Rungi’s idea sounded like fun.
Can you imagine a beauty pageant for a nun?
Do not look for sisters on a catwalk in bikinis.
The church will not debase itself to that level of sleaze.
Instead, here is something of Father Rungi’s design:
Sisters would display photos of themselves online.
The contest would not only display exterior beauty.
It would emphasize service within the church and community.
Visitors would vote for their favorites on the site.
Many nuns in the church thought this idea was right.
However, church superiors disapproved these goings-on.
Therefore, Father Rungi’s idea for a contest was withdrawn.
From a news story found on AOL
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