Like a morning flower unfurling in beauty
One ballerina blooms in a graceful ballet
Of Shadows and light she flows in a delicate pastel dream yearning to greet her lover upon a wind stuck ridge of destiny
She leaps into flight as the setting sun calls the whispering wind to lead her through the
warm Summer night
Topaz blue slowly fades to violet lashes of ruby red wisps and golden silver blooms
Lost in a starlit fantasy she slowly spins to a garden of silken rose
Lying motionless upon a bed of wild baby's breath
The curtain falls upon a misty dream
Categories:
prima, art, beauty, dance, desire,
Form: Free verse
Prima Facie
adjective
based on the first impression; accepted as correct until proved otherwise.
so i accept
what choice do I have
i'm such a big fan
i love you so much
you are pure art
so i look past the downward glance of your eyes
Prima Facie
adverb
on the first impression
at first
i thought you were beautiful
but it's not
you're not
per se
it's just that you prefer the pain of others
because guilt is a solid replacement for anguish
you like to see me get hit
get struck down
because you can offer a hand down to me
but i cannot climb up to you
and i'm sorry
if my deadweight was too heavy
when you gripped my body after striking me down
Categories:
prima, pain,
Form: Free verse
Prima donna cat had ruffles on top of ruffles.
She looks clown like said our clown Muffles.
She is doing okay, she looks pretty a butterfly said.
She was so thrilled, she danced way past his head.
Prima donna cat loved her giant pink tutu.
But she has lost her left pink ballet shoe.
I need some help she said as she danced down the hill.
As far as I know she is moving that way still.
Categories:
prima, cat,
Form: Rhyme
Elizabeth Marie Tall Chief
bigotry gave her grief
failing health, unsteady,
she railed, “Get my swan costume ready!”
Categories:
prima, celebrity, dance, death, native
Form: Clerihew
prima ballerina
expressive arms
interlocking curves
the pose of two swans
her foot softly supple
arched so long
pink flamingo
toe stance on
Pirouettes 'round and round
her leading man
leaps lithe and lovely
as only grace can
Categories:
prima, dance, image, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
Like a new baby into the world,
Like a new baby chick into an old kraal,
Sometimes I feel so exposed and vulnerable,
My energy is even at stake.
I am exposed to the energy vampires,
They do suck away my energy all the time,
May be I am being too sensitive, but no!
It is only that they are inconsiderate.
Can I keep on running away from them?
Life is about interaction, will I do without them then?
I don’t know how to act when I am around them,
But I know that sometimes I need them and it hurts,
Because, with them I feel powerless.
They do judge things at first value, prima facie,
Blind eyes they turn to the surrounding circumstances,
They are selfish and inconsiderate,
Demotivated, bad and inferior, that’s how I feel,
They are energy vampires and I hate them.
Categories:
prima, anxiety, confidence, conflict, courage,
Form: Free verse
Prima donna Fish - Haiku
noodles boil in lake
water fall is the ladle
fish prefer raw bait
Categories:
prima, adventure, fish, food, image,
Form: Haiku
On the last evening of a wonderful weathered
summer, flitting between the branches
of our rowan tree and the Chinese wind chime
that some like me hear a sound almost divine
while others hear as an irritant in an English
garden, a young male blackbird with yellow
beak chirping - four, three, two, but rarely one
note and as the Prima Don in the opera of the
evening waves its head and wags its tail so
belligerently at rivals thereabout, whether
birds, cats or me, weathering our courage.
Categories:
prima, bird,
Form: Free verse
The Diva flows.
This is Poetry Diva show.
Give them what you got.
Share a piece of your mind.
The hits this Diva writes are for you to like.
The poems this Diva crooned are to groove only you.
Her voice is smooth to put you in a intimate move.
She is the versifier that will set your heart afire.
The Diva emanates.
This Poetry Diva will surge.
Share a piece of your mind.
Give them the last word.
This Diva, as a rhymester, does not have to rehearse.
She is so bard that all will hang onto every verse.
Her voice is to croon you into night.
She is poetry emergence insight in life.
Surface
Come Out
Into the light
Poetry Diva Tonight!
This is I mesmerizing.
A transgression that has materialized from
out of the darkness into your lives.
My voice is to drone you and fill you with desire
just a political heartbeat to your mind.
Poetry Diva
Poetry Diva
I am Poetry Diva [and]
This is Poetry Diva’s night!
_______________________/
Penned April 25, 2014!
Categories:
prima, philosophy, poetess, poetry, political,
Form: Verse
Prima colazione sbagliata
Si strapazzate il mio cuore, come se si trattasse di una frittata tre uova.
Rompere il guscio della mia anima finché non crollò
Sto cercando così difficile per dimenticare.
Il mio io interiore caduto, bumbled.
Mi sentivo mescolate
Mi sento arruffato
Vorrei dimenticare
Se i nostri tempi ti penti
Il mio amore soffocato
Le mie emozioni accoppiato
English / Italian
Wrong Breakfast
You scrambled my heart, as if it were a three egg omelet.
Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled.
I am trying so hard just to forget.
My inner self tumbled, bumbled.
I felt shuffled
I feel ruffled.
I would rather forget.
If our times you regret.
My love muffled,
My emotions coupled.
Categories:
prima, dedication, faith, food, husband,
Form: Light Verse
Prima Vera (spring)
The westerly has ceased it doesn’t get
dark before seven, time for evening walks,
and let stillness read my thoughts.
Under a carob tree three stones one on
top of the other and old man sat here,
he saw everything till he lost his shadow.
No one sit on his throne, like sitting on
a tombstone, the stone-chair belongs to
him, his everlasting memorial.
Time to walk home, feel hungry,
the mundane always takes precedence.
Spring is here and life is beautiful.
Categories:
prima, introspection, life, love, nature,
Form: Free verse
Categories:
prima, music
Form: Footle
She sings
For kings
Ablaze
They gaze
Profound
The sound
All 'round
Spellbound
Categories:
prima, music, passion,
Form: Footle
Peacock-like vanity propelling you,
Restless in the search for adulation,
Image of yourself so damn inflated,
Master of a self-centered universe;
A great one, yes, until you ask others.
Donning a pride as a sort of armor,
Only a world-class ego keeping you,
Nary a thought of your worth, if any,
None but that pretty face in the mirror;
Ah, to be living on such shaky ground!
Categories:
prima, introspection, life, people
Form: Acrostic