statuesque thy porcelain - so bright/or pure
art thou hung as in some sacred place before
a trophy to the human form; desire paramour,
and thus, ‘twould sing sweet songs of grace, adieu.
in museums, thy pulchritude doth abide - it flys
to be viewed by those who pass by - day/night
but in thine eyes - there lies a story - hidden - within
that tells us all of love’s deep play; to an untimely end
lachrymose fountains ribbon, splatter sanguinary drop
countenance in quicksilver, snarl-like smile washes visage
some places bloodstains don’t come off, covered in spots
transcendent shots thy kiss of life, sen en met, when death stops
*nocturne eye flicker*
*bite lip*
*rip asunder*
Malediction of a tragedy fused elegy,
mirror of red rum and visage of chaos.
The truth is a labyrinth of mirrors,
I am the reflection that stares back,
real you tryst behind quicksilver.
Higgledy-Piggledy
Forty-fifth president
Some think him marvelous;
Others a jerk.
Chasm political
Breached by consensus, his
Cosmetological
Routine needs work.
I envy your lightly veined eyelids,
For upon a pulchritude so glorious they rest.
I envy the falling drops of rain,
For your amber hair they fondle best.
I envy the so bright sun
For to you it sends warmth and fun.
Fly me to the moon, my love
Let's embark our fresh new start
Hand in hand
We'll leave all the worries behind
And bury our glitters in the galaxy
Make them splendid
Like no other star
Or build our own castle in the ocean deep
Let the inhabitants be our witnesses
They'll dance through the waves
They'll sing melodies
Only our hearts could hear
As we explore our own realm
And make it polychromatic
Not even rainbow could ever
Dare to beat
See the birds in the velvet sky
From biggest to littlest
Humming and soaring high
Even the industrious ants
Paused a moment
Or the trees
Or the grass in the earth
Swaying harmoniously
Or feel the zephyr!
Touching our deepest skin
Delighted, honored and pleased
As we paint our very own masterpiece
callous curves smirk
leering lanky lurch
seeped'n saucy seal
bounded by breach
smothering furious frown
delicate draws drawn
tuning **** trail
tactic trend traced
through tampered space
legs like onyx
pulpy pulchritude polished -
glimmering gaunt gifts
vying voluptuous structure
loving lust punctured.
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A silhouette of pulchritude finest
And fairest of your kind.
You're an apparition from swart clay kneaded;
From head to toe, you're perfectly imperfect,
Why do you envy the sun?
Your head is enveloped in hair tawny,
The cupid that awakens lust
In men and eyes of gods.
Africa my mother!
Thou art rich;
Nights in their fullness from you
Borrow their skin.
Don't become
A ripe-lemon's colour!
Bury not your natural nature
In creams and colourants.
Find comfort even in your scars
Each is a memory
Written therein your skin's diary.
A REVELATION
*************
A revelation, no matter gender,
pulchritude, humans natural beauty!
A Paragon of virtuosity!
Talks and walks with splendour, no pretender!
Causing no discomfort, one to adore!
Such charisma, one would hope they had too,
showing, blazing, hoping it is all true!
Eight below, charisma helps warm a core!
************
7/4/18
Rhyme Time 5- Lucky 8 Poetry Contest, sponsored by Laura Loo
Your soul I can see through your eyes.
My soul purified and at peace when I stare into your eyes.
I realize the pulchritude of your being.
Fresh like green pastures.
Your the lily in a valley where beauty is near.
An open air where zest is near you are there.
So well put together like a bouquet of lily white roses.
So pure, so stunning you are.
You seem to have fallen out of a cloud,
Your presents is loud.
Cloud departs when she walks into the room,
as angels sweep up rose peddles behind her.
Oh such a grace full walk she has,
such a golden word she speaks,
Oh what a virgin smile.
Her heels click on every tile,
as she seems to be walking down a glittered isle.
Her stare keeps me afloat.
When I that stare disconnects
I become a sinking boat in a sea of infatuation.
Thinking of the possible relations we can have,
but for now ill just settle for appearance
when you find
something
that you love to do
just
for
the
sake
of doing it---
you encounter sheer
pulchritude---
yes, you wade with the wind &
you have found something that for
lack of a better word, is
as
pure
as anything in our incredibly
short lives
can be.
as the very concept of
purity
hardly applies to many other aspects of life
without bringing with it
negative connotations regarding
judgement, discrimination, prejudice
& the inability to come upon a
consensus,
when trying to compare personal moral codes in order to
establish any
compromise---
it is not wise to use it often---
it’s not wise to throw it around,
fleetingly---
however,
purely & deeply,
one cane be assured that if you like what it is that you are doing
just for the sake of
doing---
then you will never wander with the disdain of those that
hate their lives.
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