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.
Prima donna Fish - Haiku
noodles boil in lake
water fall is the ladle
fish prefer raw bait
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!
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Penned April 25, 2014!
She sings
For kings
Ablaze
They gaze
Profound
The sound
All 'round
Spellbound
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!