Who were you
dazzling in sequined dresses
flaunting your hour-glass figure
topside, growing ever bigger
Who were you
red lipstick plastered on thick
earrings and finger rings galore
with a voice like a painted whore
Your smile was eternally frozen
You gave old men a hard-on
behind that bod
that spectacular facade...
Who were you, Dolly Parton
~ Did you ever know
A dislodged leaf from dry tree floats away
in turbulent air across land fallow
with its lone life through the freedom archway,
evades the whirlpool of chaotic flow.
To a woodland it sets its course to fly,
soaking up the aura of sequined dust
splashing from the cauldron of sparkling sky
in dulcet dawn of sunburst color gust.
Plunged in the vortex of the tumult stream
my soul’s lone leaf wilts in disposition
for me to incite my senses to dream
in the serene shade of isolation.
Strolling in the woods of solitude swift
I discern the leaf of lost me adrift.
The meadow of my mind
dried desolate as the desert dune.
The mist of concealed passion
suspended with mystique opacity
in the sunk halcyon horizon,
waited for the southern wind
to surreptitiously blow
from the fervent sparkling sky
with your sequined charisma,
swathing the shades of my blue.
In the titular template of loneliness,
the secret motif of my longing
designed the lattice of desire,
carved the furtive image of my heart,
the quivering willow in the wilderness.
The dormant dreams blazed in inferno;
I breathed the ashen memory smoke
afloat stealthily in the sky of vacuity.
The design of desolation intertwined
the splinters of my desire icons,
flew on the trajectory of covert longing
to the clandestine corral of anonymity,
lay within the poignant crypt
as the skeletons in the closet.
The scarlet art of the sapphire sky of my halcyon heart
sparkled with sequined glow of the lone moon leaning low.
I tried tempted to touch your topaz sheen tinted unseen,
but you didn’t stay, slowly sauntered away out of my view
from my silky sky I shaped for you with pure joy for sure.
From the dark domain of dismantled dainty rainbow arc
strong storm surged with snapped shards of slashing scorn,
shattered my sublime sky while stowing in dispersed debris pile.
I couldn’t foresee how to dredge the drowned dreams free
from deep despair before destined day to depart came my way.
I shoved the splinters of my shattered soul on the sly,
turned them into a single white rose, residing in my heart close.
When on the run you returned to my garden under sensual sun
its fragrance fine floated with the pure passion of mine divine.
When in your sweet smile the curl of its pristine petals I saw un-furl
I knew the onset spark of the new beginning it’d memorably mark.
A crystal path I paved
to the realm of futile triviality
along the contorted contours
of the disguised desire
where intrepid roses bloomed
amidst the spiculed cactus,
the scent took me on mirage trail
to the oasis of reverie.
In the motif of morphed image
in my unclosed eyes
the lanced landscape turned
into a garden of glory.
The fringe of flying clouds
captured the colors of horizon’s pallet,
the beguiled breeze conducted
the captivating concerto of twilight
for the ruby moon to rise.
Within my deepening dismay
you in my orbit gleamed
with moonshine grace,
while the floating tinsels of silver dust
fluttered like fairy wings
on your silhouette face.
In mystique night you came enticed,
drifted with argentine flair
in the amorous aurora
of the sequined moonbeam,
lifted the shroud of secrecy,
entered my forlorn abode,
where I dreamed,
I was the full moon in your sky.
Fragile resolve aspiring
to capture the remnants of rainbow,
weave the lattice of life
with spectral ribbons of rapture,
turns into a self-destructive
psychosis syndrome
that fails to fling
the insane illusion
in the cloud of dreams,
for it has hypnotic leverage
on the mind,
mangled by sensual storm.
Wedged by the splitting bevel
of the slashing time,
the frail fragments of failure
get lacerated from life,
scatter on the pensive path
to the realm of rainbow,
yet untraveled,
meanders marooned
in the debris of derelict dreams,
disappear down the deep sinkhole
of dusky oblivion.
In the lucent mystique mind,
transmuting thoughts
flicker on
ebony emotions.
Absolved of self-qualm
psychic crystal sparkles
in sagacity stars’ aurora flare,
traces the prime trajectory
from the cosmic soul’s
nebulous abyss within.
In the mesmeric meadow
of the inner topography,
seraphic shadows dance mystified
with gorgeous sequined glitter
of the sensuous stardust
in the tune of
buoyant bliss.
The discernment mindscape
makes the montage
of the existential rainbow.
“A true friendship is a lifetime treasure” – Quote by Poet
Looking at the perennially full valley of river,
its ebullient water not stopping to flow ever,
I remembered the age-old adage,
a reality, the true friends are forever.
Ages ago on a summer dusk we had met
on the river front, the sun was sinking to set,
I saw trust glisten in colors in your intense eyes,
knew, its lasting hues our friendship would get.
Way out of distress in dark times I couldn’t find,
I found you like my second shadow right behind,
your supporting hands strongly clasping mine,
guided me to light, I followed you like a blind.
The sky fell, I was buried in the ruins of sorrow,
how to rise from debris of destiny I didn’t know.
You came to my wreck fleeting like a butterfly,
I learned to fly on wings of hope I could then grow.
The full moon made sequined stream for me to adore,
and I felt the ecstasy of life flow through my heart's core.
We swam together till dulcet dawn under starry sky,
knew, you’d be by my side, in my mind, forevermore.
“Fleeting visage of beauty is a contemplation of uncertainty” – Quote by Poet
Your ebony hair curls and cascades untamed,
some swirl in the stream of craving squall,
some lace the lilting lattice of lust
on your forehead of ivory canvas,
engraving the contours of evanescent charisma.
I ponder if this is your last fleeting image
I glimpse flicker in the wind to fade in oblivion,
if there is no tomorrow.
Your almond eyes deep as the azure sea
waltz with the melodic waves of fervent music,
eyelids dance with the flutter of beguiled butterfly,
floating in the air of yearning on charming wings,
weaving the wondrous fabric of trance.
I ponder if this is your last dormant dream,
I deem drift away in the wind to wilderness,
if there is no tomorrow.
The buds of rose bloom on your luscious lips,
swathed in the lilac luster of sunburst dulcet dawn,
the attractive allure glints with gorgeous glow
like pearls of dew on pristine petals of pink rose,
shining like a star in the sequined sky.
I ponder if this is your last lyrical smile,
I scribe in my memory as the stardust sonata,
if there is no tomorrow.
The tapestry of onyx blanket spreads
with satin darkness of the fluid night.
Lush thicket weaves the moonshine lattice
on the glistened trees for the nightingale
flying on the crescendo of its own melody.
The passion bird sings soft with enticing echo
of the un-stringed tunes of love and joy,
the music of the sequined nocturnal niche.
The drizzling stardust dances on its wings,
fluttering with the rhythm of avian delight.
Floating in the amorous sequined stellar sky
in mystique bejeweled night you came enticed
in my embellished dream where for you
I made a sparkling bracelet of stars.
The euphoric gems felt your heart’s rhythm
in cadenced galactic concerto of my passion.
Birthday candles flash,
smiling face sparkles.
Life’s happy juncture
sequined sheen defines.
Framed ornate future
trapped in dream tableau.
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With acorns stashed and tail held high,
he hitched a ride down south to try
the beads, the jazz, the gumbo feast~
no nut compared to Mardi Gras at least!
In sequined vest (too tight, perhaps),
he twirled past cops and tourist traps,
stole king cake crumbs with glee so feral~
oh, what scandal! Such a squirrel!
“When life morphs into a lively melody of song
happiness resonates with the symphony of mind" – Quote by Poet
In sapphire night argentine star dusts drizzle
as tuneful symbol of sequined essence,
adorn the pearl-laced tapestry of life
that spreads before me with splendor
in the baroque landscape of being
I traverse listening to soulful symphony.
The chromatic trellis of the rising sun,
weaves my diaphanous dreams
with the lattice of sanguine imagery.
The surreal strings design rainbow motif,
arching over the halcyon horizon,
lively concert charms me with vibrato of life.
In anguished times I turn the pent-up passion
into crescendo of psychic concerto.
On its sonorous whistling wings
I fly in the sky of euphoric sonata,
realizing the nascent notion
that life is a song I should sing now.
Time in ebony night stops to flow in aloneness undefined,
where infinite pathos in the congealed instants wanders
on the shadows of the past, void perception in seclusion,
gets shaped by strata of darkness, framed in psychic canvas.
The dispersed grains of darkness drizzle down silently
from the cauldron of the infinite blankness of eternity
that my sky starts to shape at the edge of ductile dusk
since the beginning of my time lost in the crypt of isolation.
The silken tapestry of the black blanket spreads slowly
as the twilight dissolves at the hinge of the hazy horizon
like the timed rainbow melting upon the sinking skyline,
where the silhouette darkness dances with the flowing night.
Sonorous sound of silence echoing ethereally in night sky
wakes up the sleeping stars one by one to sparkle bright
on the bejeweled crown the amorous ambiance adorns,
as the moonbeam strands weave dulcet dream of you for me.
Each stardust-sequined silent night I wait awake alone
for you to emerge lively out of my dream like an angel,
walk through the pining corridor of my craving mind,
as I let my thoughts drift in the emptiness of night’s silence.
Contest : Texture Of Minimalism
Sponsored by : Nette Onclaud
Dated : November 15, 2025
Texture clingy,
soft lattice of crimson touch,
silky secrets in sheen
fabric folds concealed yearning.
Sequined dreams glow
with grand shades of hued desire,
lurking on satin robe,
stately nobility draped.
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