We move through the night,
though the streets seem empty,
we look left and right,
electric vehicles are stealthy.
As we exercise stepwise, sunrise happens.
and black night fades its cover.
Like phoresy, painted, pieces of heaven,
the day opens with primary colors—
reds that delight, oranges that tease
and peacocking yellows that leaven.
As the counterfeit rainbow enchants and rouses,
streetlights waver and douse,
lights flicker on in houses,
and the earth blossoms active in borrowed hues.
Morning twinkles with its particular, angular light,
as we enter the still still lobby.
They’ve already set out the coffee!
With a sip, I feel the morning's started out right.
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Songs for this:
Day Tripper by MonaLisa Twins
Our Day Will Come by Amy Winehouse
Categories:
peacocking, dark, emotions, humor, mental
Form: Rhyme
Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes
Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes
Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks
Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing
Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious
Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly protrudes
Inspires rhyming platitudes about gratitude...fires fresh
Attitudes across a range of altitudes & latitudes
Sprinkling wryly of vintner's drily sparkle...ends strange debacle...
Skint stints of wily skinflint winter’s splinters..with hints of now..Spring sprints
But also somehow.. if one squints..get an inkling of change..
Glints of summer's tints slyly twinkling
Categories:
peacocking, nature, spring,
Form: Rhyme
Birds Of A Different Feather
(Feather Pen...Ink. Tanka)
She's like that hen,
peacocking her bouncy tail;
proudly strutting it:
Both strutting the same purpose;
but different roosters sought:-
Categories:
peacocking, allegory,
Form: Tanka
WITH HER RARE FLYING WINGS
Desiring to soar,
She waved her sage rainbow wings;
Peacocking the yard:-
She faked a hopscotching flight,
Strutting her well-winged buttocks.
Categories:
peacocking, beauty, bird, character, extended
Form: Tanka
If a time and place is different
for them to fire off their weaponry,
to lie and win against a significant.
What keeps a similarity in liability,
to lie and win in a predicament
where skill is an absolute necessity?
Bold and without a last abatement,
I see through the lies of industry.
Bold and without a past abashment,
wouldn't be paid a cent currency.
Seen by gross pure aggrandizement,
violent potent a cologne adversary.
Laughably, an obvious despondent.
Is there no end to one so lairy?
A stone thrown, I notice your salient.
I won't resemble the tuning veeries.
Even no pruning, losing an assailant.
The truth is tied up in flimflammery.
Path set by the trying time rodent.
Cocky, peacocking varies ostentatiously.
Read past the first half constituent.
Go pass-through a proof for checkery.
Auction of nonsense falsified Rembrandt.
Author a snow cipher meeting misery.
Categories:
peacocking, community, conflict, feelings, how
Form: Lyric
Peacocking
(Attracting attention)
Written: by Miracle Man
9/25/2018
Some like to spend time at the mall “peacocking”,
And dressed outlandishly believe they’re show stopping.
Intent is not usually the opposite sex to ensnare,
But getting their high from garnering others stare;
Many have no qualms about what they display,
They go all out to capture the eyes of their prey.
Appearance don’t divulge whether they’re doughty,
Nor does it reveal that their spirit is haughty. *
* Proverbs 16:18 KJV
“Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall”
Categories:
peacocking, people,
Form: Couplet
Karma Claims the Plumes
It came easy to him…
the knowledge
the learning
Counting was such fun
Seemed he always won
Boastful and proud
Peacocking around
Until the day
he met with “chance”
Luck no longer
his fair maiden
Wages tossed
on fickle cards
held in karma’s hand
Counting lost its count…
knowledge groaned
learning moaned
Fate’s ugly toss
Plucked his plumes
Alone he now sits
in his tiny room
All Rights Reserved by Debra Squyres 3/13/13
Written for Member Contest
Categories:
peacocking, satire,
Form: Free verse