Short Cotillion Poems

The red gown rustles touched by the breeze
Fall's chilly rain drops drip with ease  

Sponsor: Rick Parise
Contest: Crystalline
Theme:Autumn Oak...

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In the underbelly of the behemoth, 
where darkness devours the light, 
lies the truth - a macabre cotillion 
of vice and virtue, forever swirling, 
a maddening waltz of the dualistic kiss....

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Sweet
Primrose 
Modestly 
Presents herself 
At a midwinter
Cotillion, opening
Herself to the enchantment 
Of warm Spring's coming arrival.
She calls sisters: Daffodil, Tulip 
And shy Buttercup, to come join the dance.
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I twist evermore past a cotillion of meteors
Spreading plumes across unknown rhythm;
A mad swivel with myself, thrilling my essence 
In a hanging motion of a dip…I find myself alone
on the floor; my hem gathering night’s stardust.

And the saxophonist gazes at me from afar, 
he smiles,
then disappears.


Dancing With Contest
Sponsor: Giorgo V.
by nette onclaud...

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Autumn
Chilled breezes blow.
Warm firesides glow.

Pumpkins
Orange and round
Litter the ground.

Skies
Hold November rains.
Soak gentle plains.

Maple Trees
Dress in vermillion.
It’s autumn’s cotillion.

Children 
Wear shiny costumes.
Huge harvest moons.

Turkeys
Many to die.
Hear them cry.

11/11/18

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Quaint Inanity. 

Sometimes ago I'd thought of the idiosyncratic Shenanigans our politicians  employed  in declaring their manifesto. They're  quite rapscallions. 

Exhibiting hoity-toities during their declarations of flapdoodle, they 
Tune their cozenage to the rhythm 
Of rascality. 

And you see kaleidoscopic legs picking
The nimbus of the elfin music. 

And they're swayed into cotillion till their Fela* commute to dirge. 
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Dreams are nocturnal flowers, blooming when the sun has strayed far enough that we can see clearly. ~Terri Guillemets

Vermillion raindrops 
By the millions
Falling around me 
Like a cotillion of lovers 
Vying for a favor,
While the insolent villain,
Oft seen in midnight dreams,
Watches from the shadows,
Flashes his deep Castilian smile,
And beguiled I run to him.


For: ''V'' New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
November 16, 2021...

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