She kept her scent in the refrigerator
off and on upon the rack of Chenin Blanc,
or, in the door, with grey poupon and sour milk
where it, perforce, would topple upon the floor
when opened with any gentle, manly force.
At times, it would be lost among the yellow
golden citrus within the crisper drawer
or, it lurked, disguised behind an OJ carton
pretending to be a jar of marmalade:
so way, way beyond the ken of him to find.
And yet, with her, a flick of the door, a spritz
of Jasmine, gardenia, basil, orange, peach,
which pursued the flowing silken scarves she wore.
“Come, let’s go, we have a party to attend.”
She’d say, “What are you staring at, my sweetie?”
Just an empty perfume bottle, by the milk.
Their ma & pa were Eastenders
Blah blah..don’t remember the Blitz
Brash Cockney pretenders..same flash apparel
Let's get our mitts on a stash of Aperol spritz
Dimwits just going on benders
Bawdy tawdry mockney skits
Gits getting off their t*ts
Twits showing off their bits
Who fits?..Identikit Brits..pout
All about the clout of gaudy glitz
Silhouettes of stiletto dancers & handbags
Riff raff as naff as an 80’s cornetto
Perms & permatans..sl*gs..fancy dans in glad rags
Rhyming slang falsetto twang libretto
Chancers on a stag..s*ag nip & tuck hags
Nags of WAGS made up to the nines
Brag after cocaine lines did blag
One snag..look like a dag in drag
All from the fashion label stable
No restraint.. cannot refrain
Grandstand the brands fable
Diadora diaspora ..Fila Villa
With a Pierre Cardin Jardin
Taint just like they do in Spain
Sex..success…the way you dress
Prosecco fizz...getting in a tizz
Gilded specs and builded pecs
Greed and that need to impress
Avoid don't feed this schadenfreude hell
That is indeed called Costa Del ESSEX
Waves shape the sound of soaring sea
Ride the tides of what ought to be
Layer on layer out of reach
Breaking breakers bound on our beach
Stirring swirls make clear waters curl
Rolling rumblings leap to unfurl
Watery spritz that twist then sway
As bubbled foam pulls back away
Each wave differing grasping high
Trying to touch the spacious sky
Dreams drenched in schemes form a swell
A place where long lost droplets dwell
While watching waves we hear their call
Musing their constant rise and fall
This seen so many times before
Yet one yearns to see still once more
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Colored Pencil Illustration by G.Gaul
Romance commenced with quiet strolls,
with pleasing smiles, to ball commits.
There’s a tango of scented souls.
Ascent of a fantasy spritz.
Bright pretty skies; her bow is blue.
This coolish day, with yellow rays.
Serenity; a splendid view;
slight freckles and her hair ablaze.
Fresh air frenetically vaults
with sweet talk like a lullaby.
The pitter patter of hearts’ waltz.
Affair tonight - a gown, black tie.
He’s snazzy in black, shiny shoes.
The stars and moon! More so, her blues!
That wicked old witch made me the Tin Man
Sans a heart, I'm like a rusty tin can
I creak like a screechy hinge
Making my many friends cringe
A spritz of oil keeps me going again
Has anyone seen a heart,
looking for its owner?
lost mine short while ago
jilted in the third row
before the finale
notch seven, her tally
Has anyone found a heart?
Surely no one wants two
knowing what hearts go
through, unless one takes
them apart, her main feature
from the start --
Please, someone call the Maitre D
with a flashlight for losers like me --
been dropped like popcorn, gummy bear,
paste ponytail clip, fake long blond hair
loudly she laughed, maybe spritz of pee
where Barbie sat, another downed today
cleanup in row three --
Fancy dancy unicorn friendly cowgirl boots
Stomping tromping riding along on shoots
With glitz and spritz and things that make me smile
Kicking and tricking up things on this country mile
I see you coming and I laugh at the things you do.
All feminine and girly, showing up every ballet shoe.
In the edifice of memory, we slowly blend...
a citrus scent of tangy orange peels
with freshness sniff of cinnamon cakes.
an ephemeric smell of wet shampooed hair
with a spritz of cologne ruminating the spray.
an evening brew of chamomile soothed tea
burbling in resonance with expreso sunrise.
a whiff of sandal lingering in bath towel
with an ambrosial soul, in lavender incense.
that seductive night with a jasmine garland
delighting feminine fragrance in a rose pool.
perfumed petals wafting on gentle breeze
with a nostalgia of infused wet petrichor.
In the castle of these redolent remembrance
transfusing our breath, inhaling an invisible
It's love at first smell, an odor that's too near
diffusing pheromones of aromatic souvenirs.
white wine beer mixer
sunrise awaits, raindrops spritz~
poor mans champagne joy
#4
A bloom of valor in the heat of summer
ushering me to the epitome of a deep inhale
she becomes by far my flower of the hour
velvet to the touch with red cherry ooze, she is perfect
and is always ready to permeate the air with her exhume
ushering me to the epitome of a deep inhale
she sets my senses reeling with her sweet perfume
this classy flower proud of stature claims my garden
and is always ready to permeate the air with her exhume
her summer spritz, traverses alongside my Doc Martens
I feel privy to her floral dance, as I advance
this classy flower proud of stature claims my garden
for she is unequaled to any bud of sidling stance
offering hope for a brighter tomorrow
I feel privy to her floral dance, as I advance
she takes away my every sorrow
a bloom of valor in the heat of summer
offering hope for a brighter tomorrow
she becomes by far my flower of the hour
bloodshot deriving out of wide eyes conformed to the ceiling
ruby red polish accompany the nail
spritz of fragrance leaving behind an illusion of professionalism
receiving roses to give glad hand towards beauty
why is my allurement the focal point of my pitiful existence?
the roses molded
the incense faded
the varnish chipped away
the lids have found one another once again
awaken once more only to find that expression
She is the ultimate faerie, full of splash dazzle, razzle, spritz and pizazz.
I bet she was sent here by the old one, the god of the razz-a-ma-tazz.
What proof do you have that she is a spy? I asked the one who spoke.
Just thinking it because she is so sparkly and beautiful, said the young bloke.
We agreed on one thing. She was gorgeous in every kind of faerie-like way.
Being around her felt magnificent, she was the uplifter of this happy Tuesday.
The ultimate faerie had spiky hair of pink, blue, glittery silver all pretty.
We later discovered that her sense of humor made her incredibly witty.
A boy is an undead
While a girl is a leatherhead
Mom and dad find a severed head
The front yard is now flowing in red.
What caused this bloodshed?
From tombstones and crypts
The moon disappears during its eclipse
Followed by eerie sounds and eyes that transfix
As if waiting for someone with a bag full of tricks
Did you see what caused the kids to tighten their grips?
They couldn’t believe what they just saw
The kids were in such awe.
My mouth opened wide enough to give me lockjaw
To my surprise over there by the seesaw
Did I just see a headless person crawl?
It crawled closer and started to moan
Everyone ran and left us alone
At that point I knew we were on our own
I began to fight by throwing a stone
Does it now sound like a drone?
My thoughts are amiss.
I thought we were walking into an abyss.
Instead, I am dealing with machinery on the fritz
I wonder what happens if I spray it with spritz.
I ask myself, “What mockery is this?”
Could it be?
It’s Halloween!!!
A December Memento
Christmas Day dessert luscious Sherry Cream
Light as an angel's sigh,
Sweet as a Christmas Eve dream,
No Yuletide plum pudding for us, or mince pie,
With each bite our anticipation satisfied.
12-13-22
Contest: A December Memento
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone
My aunt Dorothy would make Sherry Cream for Christmas Day dessert each year accompanied by Spritz Cookies. Not too sweet but light as air. A perfect dessert after a big meal!
A little lemon slice
To spritz upon the fish
There on a bed of rice
A tasty little dish
Presented to entice
A little lemon slice
Or oft it was a lime
Tequila splashed on ice
Hooray, it’s party time
I’m flush and feeling nice
A little lemon slice
A large glass of sweet tea
Some southern paradise
Refreshing as can be
Don’t have to ask me twice
A little lemon slice
Extracted from my neck
Is packaged up in ice
A melanoma check
I hope it will suffice
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