Short Curtsy Poems
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a purple glow hovered
surreal in its majesty
a most magical hour
sun playful with its curtsy
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
When the past's more v'v'd than the here-and-now
Depart the stage w'th a curtsy or a bow
Let youth perform and garner the applause
You opt out w'th a grandfather clause
night's shade slowly ebbs
boughs lean, inhale, slowly bow
still flowers curtsy
beneath dusk twilight
at dramatic mirth of the
deathless reigning moon
12/4/2017
Camilla Parker-Bowles
was Charles' mistress, as everyone knows,
they called her a tart and an ugly old cow,
but now she's the queen they all curtsy and bow.
LOL, posted too late for Tania's clerihew contest
Diminutive,
held in outward sighs,
control, curtsy, chivalry
with oceanic eyes;
Deep dreamer,
forward thinker,
silencer, sprouting poise,
kindnesses core respect;
of place, art and age;
current behavior
from bygone days
Japan stays.
i bow
you bow
as a cello
i hold you
between my
legs and try
to at least
hear relief
in your tones
when it's then
that i realize
i'm on the off
beat but
your back
beat fantas
tically
is one
that i
will
always
follow
Form:
despite october’s chill
last tenacious blooms
linger on while
fading summer memories
~ a curtsy to nature’s clock
AP: 2nd place 2025
Submitted on October 23, 2019 for WRITING CHALLENGE, OCTOBER – FLOWER OR FLOWERS sponsored by DEAR HEART- WIISHKOBE ODE - RANKED 11TH
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lingering
in the moment
stretching
the sun
takes
a final bow
slow motion
a curtsy
and kiss
goodnight
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~SUNLIT RIPPLES~ 2019
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on May 17, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S CHOICE J sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Winter put on his coat of white
Whispered to the wind
Come and dance a dance with me
We will whirl and twirl
All across this country floor
Wind sighs in sweet refrain
Wraps her coat tight
Answered winter in delight
Come we curtsy and we bow
Now we dance merrily on new found snow.
26/01/16
beneath a golden sun
dressed the part
for an outdoor
midsummer concert
in parade the musicians
they curtsy sweet in harmony
together launch
their whimsical quartet
and us as guests
leisurely enjoy
the cocktail hour
while others partake
in high noon tea
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
In a waltz
You dance about
Curtsy
Your head to sun
Merrily I watch
You charm birds
And bees
With your steps
Rain too
Likes to dance
In your arms
Waltz with me tonight
My pretty sunflower
While
Seasons blooms abound
written 5-15-2020
Yalto contest: Sunflower
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Distant Rumblings
A distant rumbling
slowly turns unwary heads,
anticipation’s curtsy
awaiting stillness.
Homage before the deluge.
The delicate staccato,
of clouded future,
cold touch, a victor’s mercy,
counting coup on flower beds.
7/18/2016
submitted to – Compose a Choka – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Janis Thompson
I can't stand behind back talking people saying what they think about you behind your
back. I can't stand behind back talking if you have something to say just say it in my
face. I won't behind your back talk about you so please do me the curtsy and open your
mouth and say whatever you have to say about me to my face. Because I can't stand behind
back talking.
Form:
Silhouettes behind curtains,
reach upward
into the illumination
of moonlight,
and dance the tango of dreams.
Velveteen wings
briefly touch sparkling gems of tomorrow
while filigree legs curtsy
and welcome a new day.
Empty eyes kissed by the Witching Hour
silently retire within unfolding dreams
for love, she was with me today
while we talked of things to be,
yet I was already in tomorrow.
Bluebells curtsy mildew pasture
Vibrant, submissive, indigo chimes
Blooms convene, witnessing daybreak
Vain, boastful, early spring unveils,
English bulbs amidst sweet woodland scent
Floral rivers flourishing below
The matured red stags weary hooves,
Strength, stamina, amongst delicate, petite
Burnt auburn fur, greets azure petal streams -
Beneath April's succulent trees
I will soon forget
the laughter that I could give
when life felt so right
When the last curtain does fall
there will not be an encore
I stand on my mark
Dust motes float in the spot light
I curtsy left, right
There is no applause to hear
No one to see the last act
The seats are empty
The isles are not crowded
The doors are boarded
All that is left on this night
Is the final toast farewell
Come dance with me,
the moon is full, glowing bright
and I feel a little lonely tonight.
The day was full of steady rain
barely saw the sun's rays
and I felt like life had nothing left to gain.
Come around the shadowy bend
bow and curtsy to the music played
and tonight would you be my best friend.
Come sway to the rhythmic hum
let the pleasure overtake you
and I will be all yours until the morning comes.
Praised our Creator
He saw the lines
Which required his time
Jesus eyes saw our truth
Even within his youth
Never sought revenge
Made of them friends
Shown them curtsy
Upon his mercy
Why Jesus Christ cried
He saw through the lies
To save us all
He heard Our Father call
To him belongs the throne
Our corner-stone
Which seed has grown
Truth shall be shown
God loves his own
Blessed with the deed
To deliver this read
oh ageless one
in your stance of green
your curtsy of orange
in your generosity of gold
your mood of blue
oh ageless one
erect in a manly deep brown
the woman with yellow hair
your black cummerbund
your fluffy white hair band
mighty oak
how you awaken
my genders
how you fill
my palette
mighty oak
the creative you inspire
the words you extract
the music you incite
the paintings you draw
from me
Sea Minuet
Prima donna restless surf
Dance on shoreline turf
Crash to augmented beat
Trip light fantastical fleet
Pirouette high and low
Gracefully curtsy, as you go
Effervescent tutu foam
Crisscross silt return home
Sea of melodious minuet
Garner stars in silhouette
Highest regards to deep blue
Keen tis moon to ensue
Reflections of stars on glass
Shimmer at ballerina pass
Chaotic tis waters rebuff
Beauty tis never enough
A man went from Prince to King
Inherited his father’s throne and crown
Living in a castle in wide open spaces through the colony
Excellence and Elegance style
Beauty of sparkling sequence of the Red and White robe
Razzle and Dazzle
Sense of power
Fortune of Wealth
Leverage of honor
Total privilege
Throughout the castle Soldiers and the help standing at attention
Bowing and curtsy
Sword within the honor of avion
The aroma of goodness
Royal Robe of quality and Dignity.
I will soon forget,
the laughter that I could give,
when life felt so right.
When the last curtain does fall,
there will not be an encore.
I stand on my mark.
Dust motes float in the spot light.
I curtsy left, right.
There is no applause to hear,
no one to see the last act.
The seats are empty,
the isles are not crowded,
the doors are boarded.
All that is left on this night,
is the final toast farewell.
Placement: 5th
Contest: A Choice Of Form
The casket’s draped in purple,
Which is what the crowd expects,
As they inch up in the queue at last
To pay their last respects.
They’ve waited there for hours
For a minute with the Queen,
To bow or curtsy or salute,
A touching, tender scene.
Each somber guard stands by
With no expression on his face
And silence fills Westminster Hall
For mourners to embrace.
Across the pond, we watch in awe,
For who knows if or when
We’ll ever see the likes
Of such a tribute come again.
Meditating on the season, I
took notice of a leaf's dramatic
fall -- a fascinating journey: a
quarter past first marvelous budding~
soon unfolding into towering
presence...now~ dynamic
parting: flamboyant waving,
a curtsy and leap,
a spin with colorful grin,
supported by daffy current --
playful rocking, showy gliding -
faking downing, direct sliding
then again rising, as a royal nose --
at last arriving at inevitable rest
back when the spring commeth
re-leaf….