I savor sunshine - its voracious heat
as I drizzle sweet lemonade
on my dehydrated tongue.
I dip my toes into the fondant
of lemon afternoon. You’ll find me
wading in the aquamarine swoon.
My coral-colored swimsuit, one piece
tease of a midsummer’s sea;
saltine-salvation with a tangerine squeeze.
Chartreuse eyes, like a key lime pie,
Ray-Ban protected ~ *
dessert winks at her sublime prize.
Quite crimson, I become, forgetting
to reapply sunscreen, with a rub-a-dub-dub,**
as I sunbathe near my ocean tub.
Clueless after hours on the beach,
my love dives into his watermelon treat,
a breach of spousal ethics to my cause.
With a pouty lip and grifting-tears, I con
his palm to soak me down with aloe vera,
and grant me two-fisted cocktail sips.
The saffron sun dips on the zephyr’d beach.
A welcoming arm rounds my shoulders ~
lavender and lilac speech of twilight.
4/9/2021
Contest: Changing Colors
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Required words are highlighted in bold letters
Internal/End Rhymes
24 lines
Ray-Ban — brand of sunglasses
Rub-a-dub-dub — nursery rhyme
Categories:
reapply, color, summer,
Form: Rhyme
Don't shoot me down with your neat coded numbers
Inhuman measure nice non corrupted style
I can’t get blown over by US beauties
For the one I love is already mine.
Look at you blonde hair with hardly a face
Heard "why the visit to US" she called out
I replied "tourism is my intent madam
Pleasure with friends, no business for sure".
"Relations! of course carol's my net friend".
Immediate relations never a niece
for I had cajoled DS-160 to kindly accept
But it hadn't bulged from its predefined stand.
"Ok what you do", I said "cinema-movie"
"You own it", I said "yes" a bit surprised
"Since when" was her shot and I cry "childhood"
"1962" in my consciousness as I blurted it out.
"What does your friend do" I said "works" loudly
"Where" and I told what I knew there and then
Remembered the place, city to name them;
Seconds begin to tick like a time bomb.
With clicks she uploaded a coded disaster
Take this 214-b active and duly registered
And when you can decode the puzzle reapply
Public response -New Delhi Discretion-:
Now left, decry this immigration tag;
Certification: “courtesy VO's gag"
Categories:
reapply, philosophy, sad,
Form: Free verse
No grabby
Material axis-
Astounded this fundamental
Fact of blistering depth-
How meaning wraps inside
Taking hold as you open
A netting to be grazed
By the spirit of nuance
Our fruit grabbing, knee jerk flattered
And upward rejection keeps
Consciousness at its sliver
Like Pavlovian organelles
Somewhere back the atom-split
Nietzschean absurdity left
Our borders bulging
With nothing left to do
Assuming inherent harmonics
Reapply the will to grace
Re-energizing a forgotten fate
And capturing passion
On this expanding phoenix
Categories:
reapply, allegory, passion, political,
Form: Free verse
I cry when I’m lonely inside,
I cry ‘cause I die.
On the inside I cry like the rain from the sky.
I cry because everybody is hurting inside.
When the tears start to dry,
I begin to reapply,
And again, I just cry.
I’ll cry for that high school guy,
The one who’s too shy,
To become bold and try,
And speak and defy,
The usual way he dies inside.
The girl who can’t say goodbye,
To the one who makes her cry.
The “love” that will cheat and tell a lie.
So we all know I cry,
And we all know I die.
So please tell me why,
Why won’t this world untie,
The wrong doings hereby.
What will you do when I cry,
Simply because you all commit suicide?
Categories:
reapply, depressioncry, high school,
Form: Monorhyme
Well, is this poem doing it for you?
Should I dress it up in black lace and garters
and shakily strut my stuff in haughty heels
for your emotional ********?
Just what I thought,
a pathetic poetry pervert,
another silent stalker
eavesdropping in the thick midnight,
snooping through shameful shadows
(hold on while I reapply the crimson lipstain)
Oh, you like it like that?
I’ll do whatever you need to get you to
feed and suck
on this saccharine heroin
Here, let’s get it over with
Slide the drapes closed will you?
Under darkness, over muffled traffic
come crawling wet mouth sounds . . .
That’s right
I just caught you gawking in shock
at the silhouette moaning my depravity
What, are you done?
Then roll back over
and let me shake in your vacant silence.
Categories:
reapply, on writing and words
Form: Free verse
I don’t want to talk about mum
About the bonds that tie us together
Like two leaden weights
I don’t want to hear
About how I should be
More this and that
About how I keep breaking the mould
On which you consistently reapply
I don’t want to listen
To how your problems are mine
About how I’m not good enough
About how I upset you
About how I’m not like you
About how I let you down
About how worried you are for me
About how you don’t see me for days, weeks
I don’t want to know
About your emotional strings
Sticky you throw at me
I don’t want to feel
Less than I am
At your expense
I don’t want to reapply my make up
Brush my hair
Wear the coat I hate
And that does not fit
I don’t want an analysis
Or to be told that you know best
I don’t want a hug
Laden with treaties and hidden agendas
I don’t want an empty promise
I don’t want it
What your offering
Categories:
reapply, angst, childhood, forgiveness, introspection,
Form: Blank verse