To feel the anxiety
Being mindful of the
terms of our relationship
In reference to your
charisma and overall
Attractiveness
Got me nervous let you
Know how I feel
I wanna say
Let me say
If you let me
See I wanna
Marry you :have you
As my wife
We if you wanna
Be together
I ain't gaming
Couple up
Make you my wife
Darling I
I am in love with you
Darling I
You make me like this
Darling don't make me
Feeling like I am crazy
We
Us
Together
Got me
Wanting to
Marry you
Honey I
Hear whatcha saying
I feel just like you
It's just you
Ain't no one else
Gotta let you know
Cause moving just
Ain't cool
Got me here
Proposing
On your knees
I am in awe
Just cause it's you
Congratulations
I will
Marry you
Loving you
That's all
I wanna do
Categories:
purplish, character, film, music, wedding,
Form: Ballade
horned violets peep
creeping thyme and phlox blossom~
purple landscape glows…
…bergenias stay fresh
lilacs sway midst lavenders~
purplish flowers* reign.
*Song 2:12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
April 14, 2022
9th place, "A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/14/2022.
Categories:
purplish, appreciation, beauty, blessing, christian,
Form: Haiku
The man on the porch looks out
over his property and towards his daughter.
Nervousness seeps through her plum-dark flesh.
Each eye contact signposts a wicked meditation.
Women are voiceless in those days, yielding to
males and manipulated Bible verses.
Poverty and childbirth loiters the screen.
White men protect segregation and Black men protect pride.
Are there no advocates or women’s lib
in that part of the South? Does anyone care about the mistreated?
Even the animals are sinister, and the young babes.
Horses burdened with stuff amble the pasture.
Fried ham wafts from kerosene stoves.
All the outspoken women are rebellious and prostitutes.
They wear thigh-high skirts, halters, and ruddy rouge.
Men swagger about in cut-price suits, wingtips, and thin-band ties.
They sweat into juke-joints or atop a squeaky bedframe
while records scratch against a dusty needle.
The girl in the front yard runs through hanging sheets
and swings bound books against Mister’s groin.
Her eyes are watery, her hair wild as those purple flowers.
She peers down at her attacker twisted on the red clay
and she shrieks.
Nobody shows up to save her.
She runs off into nothing.
Categories:
purplish, culture, film, women,
Form: Free verse
The man on the porch looks out
over his property and towards his daughter.
Nervousness seeps through her plum-dark flesh.
Each eye contact signposts a wicked meditation.
Women are voiceless in those days, yielding to
males and manipulated Bible verses.
Poverty and childbirth loiters the screen.
White men protect segregation and Black men protect pride.
Are there no advocates or women’s lib
in that part of the South? Does anyone care about the mistreated?
Even the animals are sinister, and the young babes.
Horses burdened with stuff amble the pasture.
Fried ham wafts from kerosene stoves.
All the outspoken women are rebellious and prostitutes.
They wear thigh-high skirts, halters, and ruddy rouge.
Men swagger about in cut-price suits, wingtips, and thin-band ties.
They sweat into juke-joints or atop a squeaky bedframe
while records scratch against a dusty needle.
The girl in the front yard runs through hanging sheets
and swings bound books against Mister’s groin.
Her eyes are watery, her hair wild as those purple flowers.
She peers down at her attacker twisted on the red clay
and she shrieks.
Nobody shows up to save her.
She runs off into nothing.
Categories:
purplish, longing, race, strength,
Form: Verse
You lover
from the night
crept into
my room
and all of a sudden
there was the sound
of a passionate kiss
paradise shuttered with love.
And at that moment
the moon lifted up his brow
shining down upon you
revealing your soft form
a blazing sculptural art.
You my love
with thighs of zebra
coils of serpents
breasts of turtledoves
tender round hips.
Kiss me again
with purplish fire
of glowing lips
while our two wild manes
mingle their torrents...
Categories:
purplish, beautiful, beauty, kiss, love,
Form: Free verse