The lustrous perfume bottle
avec neck spritzer and bottom caudal
With hexing brio it holds her captive
Pure rapture is sexually attractive
A woman’s torso a glass statuette
dressed in a golden chic corset
An old hippy scarf suspends on the wall
Her ‘Eau De Joy’ is kitschy after all
Shimmies into mid-calf western boots
She rifles through sequined body suits
Last touches of an aromatic scent
she deems the fragrance extravagant
Lurid lemon zest smacks of old school
Blithely vivacious leads them a drool
Juicy sweet notes from cleavage to chin
A whirlwind of hazy mist he’s in
Wild at heart with beats that throttle
A burning desire from a perfume bottle
The misty mask of winter ambience melts away,
turning the sky into a cobalt cauldron,
from where the ambrosia of spring descends
with sequined aura through the diaphanous air.
Gossamer clouds gorgeously embroidered
with the wispy ribbons of regal robe appear.
The sunburst sky sprays surreal spectrum
on the dew-crowned emerald meadow.
On the cadenced flow of joyous zephyr
floral fragrance finds the aromatic course,
trails the beguiled butterflies flittering
in the rhythmic waves of spring symphony.
The serenading wind entices me with blissful tune,
argentine moonbeam suffuses me with gracious gleam.
The cascading cadence of the concerto of zephyr,
drifting from the harmonic plateau of exultation,
makes ripples of melody in the lilac lake of my heart,
pulsating with the eclectic pace of endless ecstasy.
I then feel the wondrous southern wind wafts
with your scintillating scent to allure me
to the amorous ambience of your grace.
Its silver sequins swing with the refrain
of the mesmeric moonbeam melody,
resonating with the echo of rapture
of your spring’s timeless sonata, I love
when I listen to the wind.
Are they really true?
At times, I ask myself that?
Are they who they pretend to be?
Or wearing a sequined mask and hat?
But, I do know the ones who are there for me!
It’s like sitting with a friend…
Beneath a cool, willow tree.
There is a love there, that never expires.
Their heart smiles gladly with you,
Way far beyond any poetry miles.
Love, Pangie
6/20/2025
I heard the pious people say, angels live in heaven,
and with the pristine celestial beauty they glow
as the sparkling stars in the far away milky way,
but I know they often descend on earth to be with us.
If you ask me how I’ve come to know, I would say,
I’ve seen the radiance of my mother’s heart glow
as bright as the cosmic shine of the gleaming star,
its luster of love swathed me like stardust-soaked flower.
In times of turmoil when the family was adrift aimless,
she toiled hard to grow our roots in an alien pasture.
To my uprooted uncertain life she gave a gift, a nest,
from where I spread my wings on the sky of future.
I flew high under the cover of her protective wings,
the wild winds couldn’t blow away the soaring aspirations.
In her shadow I live with her lingering love, memory molds,
for it’s her hands that sculpted me as what I am today.
She has left me for her new home a long time ago.
When in the sequined night I see the stellar sky glisten,
lighting the dark path to my final destination, I then know,
she is in stars above, shining in heaven with the angels.
The scarlet sun went down the halcyon horizon,
where the afterglow of the topaz twilight shimmered
upon the descending diaphragm of the onyx night.
The shining stars sprouted one by one in the milky way,
the cosmic dance of constellation began in the satin sky.
The grains of opaque darkness drizzled silently
from the curved cauldron of the bejeweled seamless sky.
Embroidered by sapphire the silky tapestry rolled out
from the cornucopia of the nocturnal exuberance,
as sequined stellar specks dissolved in argentine ambiance.
Serenading the song of her heart she floated like a fairy
through the mesmeric miasma of the cascading stardust,
to the recluse shore of the blue lagoon of my desire.
Unbound yearning danced on pearl-laced fervent waves
with the enchanting melody of her sonorous song.
The music of longing echoed in the sparkling sky,
resonating the rhythm of the symphony of her dreams.
The stars beckoned her song to the concerto of crescent moon,
as the waxing lunar lattice embellished the stellar tune,
resounding the refrain of the new beginning of our euphony.
“The silence fades with a soft embrace”
in the undulating landscape with swerving life stream.
The concert of murmur cascades with mesmeric melody
in the rapture ripples of the whispering breeze,
the sound of music flies past me, braced by spell of silence.
My aloneness walks me in the desolate wasteland
with my serrated shadow trailing your fading footprints
through the quietude of the sequined moonbeam,
until you see me as a spellbound quintessence,
configured in the silhouetted contours of silence.
Touched by faint flow of silence your face glows vibrant,
the radiant beauty flows with charming trance
through my enthralled still senses.
My gleaming heart dances to the tune of music,
as you make the serenading silence within me so unique.
As the rising sun tints your charismatic calmness
with the patina of hued tide in the sea of tranquility,
I swim blissfully in its amorous waters
with my dreams dancing in the rhythm of aureate yearning
in the shimmering shore of swathing golden silence.
"As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin." ~ Pablo Neruda
When the sky unfurls your silhouette,
like moonlight glazed in sequined haze,
I breathe the ache, cradle the air~
on tiptoes beneath quivering stars,
to taste poetry within your warmth,
free-flowing on the sighs of silence,
where silken veins mirror tender dreams
of soulmates engrossed in rainbow mists.
But am I to remain a veiled verse,
an irrelevant flame ~ a blemished rhyme,
as songs within your heart fall out of sync,
amidst paper promises, still forged in love,
beneath the wings of gossamer sparks,
raining tears of memories...
The sinking beauty of the spreading spectrum of sadness I revel
as the cinnabar sunset takes away my departing day.
The joy of twilight time the last rays of drowning dusk unravel
in the pensive painting of the listless life in disarray.
In the darkest of nights the stars shine in the satin sky bright,
silver dust disperses sequined shimmer on the shadow of sorrow.
The rhythmic rustle of dead leaves makes the melody of delight,
tear drops turning to pearls of dew sparkle on barren meadow.
Carved deep in the vale of woe the stream of discontent flows,
where the ecstasy of resurgence cascades with happy memory.
If despair finds a niche of empathy as the wrecking storm blows,
despondency morphs into halcyon heart’s beguiling beauty.
The life stream swerves in undulating landscape,
the concert of murmur cascades with mesmeric melody
in the rapture ripples of the whispering breeze,
the sound of music flies past me entrapped in trance
in the depth of silence.
My aloneness walks me in desolate wasteland
through the quietude of the sequined moonbeam
with my serrated shadow trailing your fading footprints,
until you’re engraved in the motif of my heart,
and you see me as a spellbound quintessence,
configured in the silhouette of silence.
The rising sun tints your voice with the tune of hued tide,
as I swim blissfully in its amorous waters
with my dreams dancing in the rhythm of yearning colors
in the resonant seashore of golden silence.
In my winter twilight you depart with the setting sun,
I wait for the sonorous spring to arrive with your song.
From the quietude of spreading waves on the shore of life
the echoes of serenading memories would return.
Under the seamless sky of crystalline cosmic sheen
resplendent rays of the mesmeric moon embrace you.
On the sequined waves of the stardust surge I float,
see the luster of your heart in the patina of your eyes.
My dormant desires are enticed to feel enamored
your shimmering radiance in the moonshine, I adore.
Your ballerina eyes dance to the music of longing, I listen,
the cadence fusing with the melody of my resonant heart.
The florid finery of iris flashes in your sapphire eyes,
glitters with the grandeur of fervent pearls of dainty dew.
Rhapsody ripples in the emerald meadow of my mind,
I hear entranced the concerto of your yearning heart.
In vivacious vale of my mind contoured by your charisma,
I carve an ardent conduit of rapt craving to reach you.
The fervid clouds of my pristine passion melts in a torrent,
make my love for you a cascading stream, I swim.
Flowing with the current of your captivating allure,
my enthralled emotion sails in the bracing bay of bliss,
where your love designs the lilting lattice of stars in my sky,
the shine of its enchanting tinsels I preserve in my heart.
lamenting ripples of the wandering wind whisper
lone tune in the golden glow of the tranquil twilight
shattered dreams serenade the sunset swansong
memory makes stellar moment in sequined night
Dawn lifts ebon shroud from curved silky sky,
drizzle of sunburst spectrum has begun,
painting the meadow where pearls of dew lie.
Dance of hue starts under shimmering sun.
Cosmic tinsels descend to flush your face,
you feel in your heart my sequined love flow.
Cascade of colors enwraps you with grace,
like a rose drenched by twilight tinge you glow.
The first sunbeam splashes dream dust on me,
I float on reverie through bright day new,
reach you on wings of beguiled breeze, you’ll see,
I write a romantic sonnet for you.
Amorous streaks of dawn begin to fly
with lyrical rhythm of love in my sky.
“Sun sets early for me to walk my sequined
dreams on moonbeam” – Quote by Poet
My days are short and nights too long,
I walk on moonbeam, dream of you.
A nightrider, dark sky I long.
My days are short and nights too long,
singing the luring twilight song
I reach you through night’s silver hue.
My days are short and nights too long,
I walk on moonbeam, dream of you.
In the meadow of innate topography,
memory shadows dance to the melody of bliss
with the sequined flashes of psychic stardust.
The meticulous mindscape of discernment
makes the mesmeric montage
of the existential rainbow of sanguinity.
If I was a sheriff
I would wear a gleaming gold star
A holster with silver twin six-shooters
You would be afraid of my sequined Stetson
As I march up and down the street
In my fancy embroidered braided cowboy boots
I would befriend Indians
If I was a sheriff
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