Girl with Peacock Feather Eyes
gentle upward tilt that cries
You come to me at night
unaware of my plight
Regality in every look you sigh
my peacock-feathered girl
Lashes that ensnare
A courtship call laid bare
Come forth, Ceylon's pearl
become my peacock-feathered girl
Imagination comes undone
You corner me, defenceless with those eyes
The royal Mughal halls would not compare
to my mirror in which you stare
You are moonlight to my thoughts. Untether me, my dear
These peacock-feathered eyes will keep me here.
The spiritous sky rests in veils of light,
A mystery to show great courtesy.
In his heart, he's faithfully a Star's Knight,
Rooted in green, he lives life earnestly.
Behind the Elders, the moon casts backlight.
As rambunctious winds dance and go swirling,
This lone enchanter loves the fiery night,
Where ancient trees are eagerly curling.
He sees the Grove dressed in regality,
This solemn Knight with blue eyes mischievous,
Unbound from nature's own mortality,
Dancing in felicitous synthesis.
By dawn, no shadow dare interfere,
Lest, the night will reprise such Cavalier.
Money by Adejola Joseph
Money
Power
Laughter
Merriment
When money comes power comes
When money comes laughter comes
When money comes there is merriment
Money is everything
Money
When there is no money there is sorrow, sadness and tears
House of money house of merriment
When money comes friends come
When there is no money friends flee
When you have money you are the toast of the town
When there is no money you are a loner
Money comes with its splendour and regality
Poverty with its wretchedness and leprosy
Money is power
Poverty is failure
Money
Work hard to make money
Strive hard to be rich and wealthy
It is the rich and the wealthy that is honoured
There is no grace in poverty and wretchedness
Money.
Aesthetic expectations, quomodocunquize,
An exasperating farrago of marketing lies,
Conning client desires,
While promising celestial skies.
In the "Selfie Era," so condescending,
Filters sculpting phantasmagoria, never-ending—
Painting a majestic illusion,
Regality of beauty, a fleeting delusion.
"Ageless," a dream that transcends all streams,
Flustering the mind’s membranes, it seems;
Cajoling artists, ripping through pockets,
A glamour tornado that ceaselessly rockets.
Embrace imperfections with pride,
Challenging the conventional tide.
Luminance flows from deep within,
"Mirror, Mirror, let self reflection begin".
What defines Queen?
A question in my mind supreme;
No subject to betitled Kings;
A regality not bestowed by bling.
A Queen will match a King in strength;
But intelligence gives that subtle edge;
I mean this not to cause offense;
I look to natural evidence.
What inner strength must Queens possess;
To be unbending faced with this:
A world were men dictate and stress;
Where Nature constant screams "REDRESS!"
What worlds were saved as Queens engaged;
In lands so ravaged after plague;
War and disease unleash evil;
Which Queens both nurse and fight with skill.
As man's injustice cracks man's law;
Our Queens stand firm and shout "NO MORE!
I bore you life, through me you are,
My stake in life is to give care"
A Queen protects that nuclear;
For fickle males do disappear;
A Queen remains to bring repair;
Engender values we hold dear.
My Queen: my mother, sister, aunt;
You are a light where darkness haunts;
Take up your leading role and know;
That as a man I bow down low.
pressed upon
laid back, coral bells and red roses
pretty petals impressed
scents and shapes, unfurled
regality in the trivial
ah, the memory
the piquancy
5/3/2022
Glistening like a violet velvet gown,
the richest shade of purple ever spun.
your regality requires a crown,
beaming gold like a smile splash of sun.
In the midst of a lush jungle backdrop,
as rejuvenating as fresh spring rain
elegance rests upon an emerald crop,
with enchantments throbbing like a warm vein.
Spotlight of vivacious significance,
your soft form is fashioned like pouty lips.
I savor your subtle romance fragrance
as my enamored mouth slowly unzips
to taste a bouquet of love's tenderness
with a delicate brush of tongue caress.
12-8-2020
Mostly written last summer, inspired by a salad picked fresh from our garden.
She is
As steadfast as
The North Star
Unchanging in her
Passion and devotion
Her obsession
With him
Despite unwelcome circumstances
Never getting dim
Her regality
Her ravishing beauty
Her honest core
Her always wanting more
Any wonder then
That there are
Hundred different reasons
To love
The woman for all seasons
A Kingdom
A kingdom of gold and prosperity
The people of the land spoiled
Because they have no hunger or poverty
The king was a nice man who’s anger never boiled
And the queen was lovely and beautiful
Elegant and poised as any regality should
The princess was sweet and helpful
Whenever she was able to aid, she would
And the prince was handsome
He was smart, empathetic, and caring
And though there might be some
Who don’t believe he doesn’t like who he is courting
But they should believe because he is trapped
In this kingdom that has traditional laws, in which it is wrapped
Written on January 14, 2020
last year's unplanted
milkweed pods are
weighing happily
not on my chest
of drawers but
my bedside
end table
beginning
to open on
their own even
oddly because the
only something that
might be soil is my must
be dirty bedroom allowing
them to reign and roam free
over dust tumble weeds and
dandelion peasantry both
blowing in a draft's breeze
around my room but the
regality can be milked
out of this weed
and and or but at
some time i think
i saw peripherally
black and orange
as my door hinge
spoke in a creak
that they were
here with me but
when i woke was i
a man dreaming
that i was a butter
fly or a butterfly
dreaming i was
a man
Her dress flowing, I watch her laugh as she runs through the trees
They stand tall at her regality, bloom full with her smile
She glides as if on air; her grace natural, incomparable
The breeze blowing through her hair, she seems unreal
As if specific time and ability was spent on her alone
I look at him watching her, and she has no idea
The admiration in his eyes or the hopes in his heart
She pulls light out in everything she’s around
I see her light in him; watching as his face glows
There is nothing in this world worth more to him
I look at him watching her, and she has no idea
How he would give everything he has to make her smile
…everything that he is to make her love him
He stares in her eyes and I see all that she is reflected back
I look at her watching him, and he has no idea
…that she smiles because he is already everything to her
RANCID DAISY IN THE ROOM
Can you smell,
that rancid daisy in the room?
As it reeks,
before it speaks.
Putrid unapologetically,
foul so foul bravely.
It used to complement my senses,
from fragrant to pungent vagrant.
The tangent slovenly,
the regality frugal.
Can you smell,
that rancid daisy in the room?
That chokes,
more than cyanide.
More than dioxin,
oh what a toxin.
I swear I can surely smell it,
so elated I am far away from it.
LiterarySpaceAfrica Ian Munywe©
SLEEPING BEAUTY AWAKENS TO FATE
Beauty shrouds its sovereign brilliance under extremes
The oppressive Black Forest of fairy tale dreams
Buried far below the palatial sunrise
Dressed in farmer’s jeans, burrs in golden nest
An orphaned princess plays, regality suppressed
Godmothers ensure her fingers bleed no spindle cries
Rose, cosseted from laughter - the lust, that hopes she dies
Malificent doth yearn to steal her enemy's royal crest
Mine ears hear music
A sultry song of beauty
O steed so strong ~ ride yonder
Magnificent prince!
My heart shudders ~ I’m frightened
Sifting winds doth change my fate
4/20/2017
Laura Loo’s Three Style III Contest
One couplet, One stanza, One sedoka
A-A; A-B-B-A-A-B; 5-7-7-5-7-7
UGLINESS OF A SHRIVELED ROSE
To youth this dried up flower represents ugliness,
but that seasoned rose is a prime memory.
It had its regality of soft petals,
his pure sensual pleasure - whole face breathed the bouquet -
the amorous scent, felt the allure, the softness of breast and cheek.
This dried up flower looks fragile
but it has withstood the test of time.
Each pucker and wrinkle is a memorial,
a story that would pluck you bald.
To the lover, this old wild rose, so wise,
can still make you smile and weep,
make you laugh in your sleep,
stroke your back in comfort
and in sexual retreat.
The ugliness unfolds the unforgettable prose.
Youth is but a toe in the oceanic shore.
But young tart, I have dived in full throttle,
felt the languid waters envelope me.
Life lived to the fullest is beauty!
Kim Rodrigues (c) 2017
Roots steadied as bark hugged my foundations,
No thought of criticism’s evil eyes of lust,
My mind and body comforted in adulations,
In humankind and gentle tenors did I trust;
No god to devoid me of light and meaning,
My essence laughed and yet still asked to be expressed,
All my limbs, arms and two legs, juiced in feeling,
And my spirit did not then need to be dressed.
I was respected by my opportunity which alighted,
Into my night, swept up my distance with its heart,
And my new relationships listened and delighted,
In my determined effort, my awkward leap and dart;
I was filled with regality, drenched in truth,
I had felt so parched of water in my youth.
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