It was a sizzling summer of electric blues and vibrant hues
in a garden full of flowers inked in plushy spanking reds
a wall of buttress wood splashed with vines of green
a purple morning glory with a touch of dewy sheen
over by a mossy pond a mandarin duck of orangey blue
The sun turns amber like a big fat shimmering coin of gold
in a sky that often blushes fuchsia, pink, by a cloud's enfold
emerald blades of grass behind a white striped skunk
a gradient shade of orange, from a Siberian chipmunk
here by the royal blue bench, a vibrant peacock fans bold
It is a season of rainbow colored rain and red electric trains
in a terrace full of trellises of white, roses bright as Spain
blooming with vigor inside my bright oasis
happily connected to a Revlon kiss,
of cherry berry merry, on a girl named Mary Lou Fontaine
Categories:
revlon, appreciation, summer,
Form: Limerick
And yet
Early to me is 11 AM
With my hair a mess and not yet dressed
My wrinkles are my prime concern
Now all I see is Jeopardy
On my 54” TV
Old they say
Getting grayer each day
But Revlon saved the day
My teeth always shine
Using my denture Cleanser
It is now 12 AM
Time to hit the sack
For a short Nap!
Contest: Play With Me, COLLABORATION
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date Created: 08/15/2019
Categories:
revlon, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Ever since Mr. Dutile asked us to sandwich our desks together, I haven't
been able to sleep or eat. My mom made her famous crisp lasagna the
other night but I didn't eat a bite. I went to my room feigning a stomach
ache then wrote your name all over my binder. I can feel my cheeks hot
as I write this but I must say it or combust. You make my heart melt like mozzarella and when you smile at me, you make me feel like the prettiest
girl alive. I know I am not Julie Panuccia with her revlon lipstick but I was hoping, you felt this way too.
So here it goes, "Would you go to the prom with me?"
Before you say no, I must ask you one thing, "When you slipped me that silly note along with your hewed pencil, was that you making a pass?
I figured maybe ?
Soooo, if they answer is yes then on prom night I will ask the D.J.
to play "My Eyes Adored You" it was playing the day I ran
into you on talent night. I almost dropped my books at your feet
I believe I fell in love that da. I hope you feel the same way too
Sergio Valente.
Your friend
Loretta Beata Lucia Santaricchia
Feb 21, 2019
Categories:
revlon, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
partial regression of the thin vertabrae,
slumping in a vampire support group.
cheap folding chairs reapolstered
in victorian velvet.
styrofoam cups held in a languid grasp
stained with revlon crimson lip gloss.
morbid pathologies in the carpet.
i taste the ugly pattern..
blue hexagons with gray squares.
im tired of returning to this place staring at the
carpet and drinking folders dry roast coffee.
turn the events .. strange..
sick again of the avenue that brought me here..
floor-light-escent-bulbs.. in the hallway bleed pale arteries.
Categories:
revlon, brother,
Form: Ballad
in the back of the bus they sit akwardly across from each
other. the smell of pabst and pall mall cigerettes magnetically repells against strawberry
revlon lipgloss and hairspary. he is trying not to hear her headphones blaring fergy and she
is trying not notice the stains on his shirt.
he is thinking of neon exit signs and fishnet stockings on roominghouse madrigals who walk
gently in the street under the red lights like cranes on a concrete pond. she wants more
watermelon flavored chewing gum and to write endless pages about
vanishing teddybear boyfriends and fluffy heart shaped clouds.
the bus driver looks in her mirror at the pair and instantly thinks of rust on tinfoil. after that
the bus pulls slowly to the next stop at the community library, charles crookedly raises from
his seat and dissapears into the night... the end..
'it takes more than time to live to long' bukowski
Categories:
revlon,
Form: I do not know?
in the back of the bus they sit akwardly across from each
other. the smell of pabst and pall mall cigerettes magnetically repells against strawberry
revlon lipgloss and hairspary. he is trying not to hear her headphones blaring fergy and she
is trying not notice the stains on his shirt.
he is thinking of neon exit signs and fishnet stockings on roominghouse madrigals who walk
gently in the street under the red lights like cranes on a concrete pond. she wants more
watermelon flavored chewing gum and to write endless pages about
vanishing teddybear boyfriends and fluffy heart shaped clouds.
the bus driver looks in her mirror at the pair and instantly thinks of rust on tinfoil. after that
the bus pulls slowly to the next stop at the community library, charles crookedly raises from
his seat and dissapears into the night... the end..
'it takes more than time to live to long' bukowski
Categories:
revlon,
Form: I do not know?