Short Frilled Poems
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Frilled edges of flora in bloom
Along my garden’s fences
Sweet scent of peony perfume
Invades my senses
They dance on stately stems
Pink skirts ruffled at their hems
People admire me as I walk down the street,
They point at me, not being discreet,
I have green hair and metal in my face,
Purple pants, a shirt frilled with lace,
My good looks must makes hearts skip a beat.
Looping hieroglyphic attire that dressed the miserly in cloaks of fired up brimming pride so catcher does this seeth beneath the sky, sky blue or frilled for venom, which enraptured the hornet as the serpent spent bills oh? Enough of the price? Is the motherly kind word not my own spoken twice?
Upon an empty shelf in a place
No one can remember sits a doll in lace
Frilled collar, Elizabethan taste
Blue eyes twinkle on her face
Cherubic lips ready for a kiss,
Dusty blond - of a quality long missed
Alone on a shelf she just sits
Waiting for someone to remember her
in her antique abyss.
The drive from the airport
took us two days.
We had to sample each other
in bedrooms and showers,
in hot-tubs, in the frilled thrill
of paid for rooms.
Later, we did it in the car like kids.
This Valentine’s Day
there will be a different kind of passion,
a love of wine and warm sheets,
chocolates and
old movies.
Exotic hairs, whitish
Frilled black rock,
Amidst, The frames of
Colored dress,
Shined in spring,
Scenic sights blend into snow beads,
Smoothed and attuned blurred visions,
Breeze, befriended with her,
Kissed cheeks,
Perceived her as a queen,
In my flabby mind,
Wished to possess it always,
Inner corner of rolled eyes.
As I wander through hint of evergreen
My garden blushes with an opaque moonlight...
Till fireflies ride to embellish lush scene
Adorning jasmines, pebbles in sways bright
Unaware, heart dreary blooms on frilled night!
8/3/2017
English Quintain, Any Theme, Write As If Doing
Theme At The Moment - For Sara Kendrick
Drenched in pouring rain
With no parasol, but just a frilled hat
To cover her head,
With a bouquet of delicate golden blooms
Clasped firmly in hands, in the dusk
She waded through the rain swept avenue,
Her heart thumping in anticipation.
But he brushed past her, indifferent.
The moon stood behind,
Teasing her on her squashed romance.
A frilled lizard is not easy to hide.
And she is bossy, mean sometimes.
There is one hiding behind my lounger now.
Waiting for me to put down the TV remote.
If she gets it she will take it back to Australia
On the next cruise liner.
I act nonchalant as I put my TV remote
Smoothly into a little drawer.
Her claw comes up and she scrapes me one
On my right arm.
I deserved it.
My Dogs
How happy my dogs are to find a tree.
Raising one leg, what fun it is to pee.
They are a disciplined crew.
All three line up in a queue.
When they are done, a flowing stream you’ll see!
My Cat
I have a pet, a little tabby cat
She likes to curl inside my frilled brown hat
She has bristle like whiskers
Not strong as that of tuskers
In daylight she sprawls on my woolly mat
she plucks pink petals one by one till there none
a stark bare stem with beauty gone and empty
would that she could glue them back but it is done
and now no soft and secret silk will tempt thee
even the green, moist, straight stem bends in the sun
and there are fresh new flowers full and plenty
a vast field of flowers frilled and frenzied sought
yet only this can tell if he loves you not
Dream moon gazing,
at its flit and flow,
over urban slumber,
that nocturnal bliss,
haze of radiance,
blissful balm benign,
shivery glow aligned,
dark ink canvass,
skyline thirst for,
wink and blink,
star dust menu,
green leaf copse,
smothered hedge row,
black veiled footpath,
lack of lustre,
from the heavens,
yet passing orb,
behind frilled clouds,
in spartan bounty,
might shed blob,
of lean luminance.
The drive from the airport
took us two days.
We had to sample each other
in bedrooms and showers,
in hot-tubs, in the frilled thrill
of paid for rooms.
Weeks later we did it in the car
on the way to some forgotten place.
It was awkward, I had misremembered
how a car can restrict.
We hastily gathered ourselves
lest the young show up
with cell phones.
Little lambs we were,
and sheep do not grow old,
except in the light of day.
The drive from the airport
took us two days.
We had to sample each other
in bedrooms and showers,
in hot-tubs, in the frilled thrill
of paid for rooms.
Weeks later, we did it in the car
like kids. It was awkward, I had forgotten
how a small car can restrict.
We hastily gathered ourselves
lest the young show up
with a cell phone.
Now there’s a different kind of passion,
a love of wine, warm sheets,
chocolates and
old movies.
I saw the undulating belly of the sea
Sensuous and beckoning me
Frilled dress of tides pulled up
Over white thighs of sand
Ripples of fingers from a caressing hand
My eyes took the portrait like a cup
My tongue lingered at its rim
The siren's lips singing seduced me to sup
And through the rocks my desires swim
My hunger could not leave her supple thighs
Softly whispering promising things to me
I cross the hesitant beach to joy in glory.
*holorime/ holorhyme (a French adjective), means "whole rhyme" and indicates
homophonous verses; that is, two lines made up of different words that sound the
same. source: about.com
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*fireflies in lusty glow, darting in neon-colored eyewear
tempting icy nights: oh come for me, your frilled garments i’ll wear!*
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*Brian Strand’s “ What You Will” Contest