Snoopy, kewpie, Barbie, Ken,
Chicken-licken, Hen-len,
Can’t compete with Adrienne.
Andrew Jackson, William Penn?
“Bolero”, “Arthur”, “Tarzan”, “Ten”?
Not a patch on Adrienne.
My Adrienne’s a honey:
She’s witty, pretty, funny:
looks great in silks and satins
and mixes mean Manhattans.
Tagus, Tiber, Severn, Seine,
zloty, sous, sestertii, yen -
I prefer my Adrienne.
Armstrong, Aldrin, Colonel Glenn?
Zoroaster? Zion? Zen?
Think I’ll stick with Adrienne!
Categories:
satins, song,
Form: Lyric
Come one, come all, to the grand affair!
The emperor sells his finest robes bare!
After a child called out: "He has no clothes"
What would the crowd bid for those?
The emperor beamed, modelling his finest gown.
Woven in gold thread, with jewels all around.
Silks and satins, woven with skill in fancy seams,
To be auctioned off, as the suit of his dreams.
The crowd cheered, adoring his gall and pride,
While hiding their giggles and snickers aside.
“Such courage!” they cried with a mischievous grin,
To auction off his birthday suit he was born in!
The auctioneer cried: "Now come on what is bid"
For the world finest, in invisible clothes hid.
For these Emperor clothes are fit for a King!
Who knows what fame and fortune they will bring?
The room ignited, the bidding went wild,
As emperor posed, smiled; he was so beguiled!
"Sold!" cried the auctioneer, banging his hammer,
To the nudist, wearing his pride with such glamour.
Categories:
satins, clothes, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
stop signs and strawberries
lavish lipsticks and lovely lingerie,
ruby apples and scarlet satins
tasty tomatoes and tangy marinara sauces
cherries and cold cheeks
one of my favorite colors
Categories:
satins, art,
Form: Free verse
you put your silks and satins
in me, a darkened abattoir
I see your pain, a summer crisis
staring sometimes for minutes
it's a love hate relationship
it's a love hate hall of mirrors
lost in dirty bone catacombs
I wait for your return
Categories:
satins, earth, metaphor, mother, nature,
Form: Free verse
What do think of Gay Pheasant, the Lord, she asked me.
Meg had apparently invited him to her afternoon tea.
He is a bit persnickety and prissy I said to my cousin.
Meg is always being sought by suiters, sometimes a dozen.
He seems to like me Meg told me, I can kind of tell.
I could see that she did not know him at all well.
He likes his male companions the best, I said.
Meg did not get the picture, was she right in the head?
He dresses so fancy in brocades, silks, and satins too.
I think we would be such a sweet couple, don’t you?
He seems to best get along with our cousin Boy Sue.
If that was not the best hint, then what else could I do?
Categories:
satins, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
In deep specks, the sea flashlight sways.
sapphire flecks, and azure splashing.
Screes’ speckled satins.
Sadness fluid in the bowed beldam.
sprinkle its stretch into the shards
as her wings curled in dismay.
She had morphed into a mountainous waterfall.
a stratum full of opal swords clasped her down.
similar to a thumbprint
Gloved and cloaked in a conundrum
While roaming, she spoke a light
of transforming stone into a mist
Written: November 27, 2022
Categories:
satins, analogy, light, sea,
Form: Free verse
Comes the serpent in splendid garments
Silky satins with purest white tatted laces
Most deceptive of all Satan’s devilish varmints
How we welcome his warm tender embraces,
Sometimes taking us on a most enjoyable trip
And we go along for those pleasures we crave
But remember he doesn’t shoot from the hip
And before we know it, he will a name engrave,
Claiming for his nefarious purposes intentional
Yes, all seems well on the surface as we thrive
Sometimes quite wonderfully, even sensational
But then a time comes when we take a nosedive,
Hopefully we’ll awaken to the cause of our grief
Seeking out the values we had long cast aside
And come to that faith in God, a spiritual relief,
In peaceful grace and security from thereon abide.
Written April 23, 2022
Categories:
satins, sin, spiritual, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
The finest satins, silks, and tatted lace
In exquisite beauty cannot compare
To my love with red ribbons in her hair.
written September 25, 2021
Categories:
satins, love,
Form: Rhyme
I have often wondered where the soul resides beyond
The wavering seas of this life’s unending circumstance,
Where it comes to rest when this infirmed body lies
In everlasting sleep shrouded satins and lace embraced,
To my surprise, most think the soul rests in holy arms
Spread wide to receive myriad spirits of all humankind.
But could it molder like the worthless shell so encasing
For evidence tends to dust we shall return, vanishing
From the hopes of immortality, no more seen to gather
To ourselves faith, love, hope—the graces souls prize,
Nor seen near or far, no evidence of it appearing here
In this realm where much about death is left to ponder.
written June 22, 2021
Categories:
satins, angst, conflict, death, philosophy,
Form: Blank verse
she is a golden haired beauty
smile that revels the sun
pink faerie, with a romantic gown
in silks, satins, created for an angel
people gravitate to her easily
trusting her due to her gorgeousness
Beauty has a way with people
They become malleable in her hands
I am amazed by her myself
She is my ultra-ego, my dream woman,
My going-to-come-back-around-next-time-self
I will be five foot eleven, and I will wear high heels
I will grow wings and be marvelous
I will have golden hair and blue eyes and touch the sun.
Reminder of my next incarnation
Categories:
satins, technology,
Form: Free verse
No china cups, satins, silks or linen.
Nothing extra, no gifts that have been given.
The walls in the same solid blah colors.
Something chosen for a dull head brother.
Give me my couches stacks high and low.
With comfy blankets and neon lights that glow.
Give me paints and stand back in awe.
As I paint my murals with crows that caw.
Peacocks here. Dragons there. Sharp colors everywhere.
Stand back Plebeians as I sandblast the stairs.
I have ideas and I do not mean just a few.
This masterpiece will not be complete ‘til I’m 92.
Categories:
satins, art, home,
Form: Rhyme
Garage sales are fun but estate sales are even better
I love looking through other people’s incredible stuff
It is a great way to find that kooky Christmas sweater
To find red petticoats and turquoise jewelry for a cuff.
An album full of photos of people from the olden days
Paisley bell bottoms from the seventies and a fur vest
Classic 1940’s pinstriped suits in navy’s and gray’s
And a beautiful Birdseye maple homemade chest
I take a peek at this lady’s baubles, buttons and bows.
In oranges, greens, silvers, satins, and periwinkle blue.
She has left them behind in meticulously straight little rows
I may have to buy a few. How about you?
Categories:
satins, fun,
Form: Rhyme
by Dawne Zacharias
I watch as my little one sleeps
Gently in my arms, as I rock....a hush
The sounds of silence, slipping shades
of serenity, send the sleepy, silently still
surrendering, to the surrounding softness...
Of satins somnolence,
hushaby, my little one
You are safely secure as
I hold you near.
Categories:
satins, baby, care, christian, family,
Form: Free verse
A misty fog dissipates with Dawn's first light,
yet a glaze of morning dew lingers.
And a splendiferous sun slowly rises,
on this magnificent misty Autumn day.
By chance or happy happenstance,
I perceive an undertone of whispers.
Silks and satins rustle
in the breeze with their telltale flutters.
Perchance, an angel strayed from heaven.
My eyes are transfixed.
Her smile orchestrates our rendezvous,
into a symphony of love.
Her lips unlock mine with keys of desire
oblivious to sin or folly.
Curious tongues indulge in ecstasy,
acquiescing to passion's will.
Aroused, we succumb to naked flesh,
skinny-dipping in the pools of our eyes.
And synchronize our heartbeats with
the opus of our souls.
Categories:
satins, 10th grade, beautiful, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Everywhere I look, everywhere I turned
I see what he took in what I have learned
No segment neglected no group denied
God's glory's deflected by satins own pride
All throughout the land, in every family
Nor do they understand, unable to see
Like a shadow following you around
Happy to know you'll never be found
Looking high and low even far and wide
We all know that Jesus has been denied
Day in and day out and year after year
This daily bout gets more and more clear
Can you see any of this or are you blind
I'd be remissed to say they're easy to find
So subtle is he as he woo's you away
But if that was me I'd begin to pray
Galatians 6:7-9
Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap. For the one who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who sows to the Spirit will from the Spirit reap eternal life. And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not quit.
Categories:
satins, blessing,
Form: Rhyme
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