Stella, the cat, has two paws,
each, equipped with lethal claws.
For this feline I adore,
sadly and unfortunately,
it's her nature, don't you see,
to go on a hunting spree,
as she's a carnivore.
Cheesecake, the lovely parakeet
had two wings (also, two feet).
Every day (all seven),
she would tweet instead of sing.
Such gladness she would bring.
And now, I can't but feel the sting.
I hope Cheesecake's in heaven.
Stella
not a gal
yelled for
in
passion
but
a guy
passionately painting
my eyes
go back and forth
in lines
and curlicues
in lighting
and floral
propensity
irises flicker
voyaging North
and South
East and West
without rest
strange fountainlike
fantasy
links with my mind
birds intertwine
vanilla egrets
alongside
imitate the Madonna shape
or three robins rest
inside a pondlike
flamingo blossom
then
into the future
battle of lights
Stella
the guy
sees
the light
I
seize the light
where does one begin to write about you
you told me that your heart is in a pretty bad shape
that it is heavy
with hate
with loneliness
and vengeance
you say that “Plath” of “Ariel” is your idol
and my concern is that she killed herself
tell me Stella where does one begin to write about you
when your mind carries such heavy memories,
of violence,
of fists on your little face
and the ripping off of your underwear
tell me Stella where does one begin
telling your story
without words exploding like bombs
and without an ocean of anger roaring inside
tell me Stella where does begin to end it all for you
when you say opening your thighs is now
the only thing that gives you peace –
at the end of the day
they come to rest on my breasts
men with important jobs
men with issues at home
who needs tissues
to wipe off their shameful tears
they come in different colors and needs
men with timeframes to finish projects
men with egos to protect,
men with a lot to hide even from their loved ones
they come to rest on my breasts,
to cry, to shout, to bite and to curse social norms
that got them in unwanted marriages
that got them in unwanted sodomy from their church priests
they come at the end of the day, every day –
to take a brief break from their easy lives, and rest on my breasts –
Joeuf Platini;
Graf Bruhl,
Stella McCartney,
Paris, Too!
Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block.
She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock
Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten
We thought she was nuts, even way back then.
No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella.
She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was a strange fella.
There was a spark of genius that frightened us I guess.
I stayed away and whispered about her with my cousin Tess.
Stella grew up to be a famous designer in New York City.
Now we felt less self-assured, blah, and not so smart or witty.
She designs wedding dresses in navy, turquoise, pink and blue.
We wish now that we were friends, but that wish won’t come true.
Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block.
She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock
Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten
We thought she was nuts, even way back then.
No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella.
She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was a strange fella.
There was a spark of genius that frightened us I guess.
I stayed away and whispered about her with my cousin Tess.
Stella grew up to be a famous designer in New York City.
Now we felt less self-assured, blah, and not so smart or witty.
She designs wedding dresses in navy, turquoise, pink and blue.
We wish now that we were friends, but that wish won’t come true.
Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block.
She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock
Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten
We thought she was nuts, even way back then.
No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella.
She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was a strange fella.
There was a spark of genius that frightened us I guess.
I stayed away and whispered about her with my cousin Tess.
Stella grew up to be a famous designer in New York City.
Now we felt less self-assured, blah, and not so smart or witty.
She designs wedding dresses in navy, turquoise, pink and blue.
We wish now that we were friends, but that wish won’t come true.
Dear Aunt Stelle, it’s nice to see you again,
Here among all of your family and friends;
Some of whom you haven’t seen in years,
Others with whom you share daily laughs and tears.
We’ve all come together from near and far
To celebrate the meaning of whom you are.
You’re an aunt, a grandma, and a mother,
And a very close friend to many others.
The person you’ve spent your life to become
Has meant a lot to many, not just some.
On this day, we gather to celebrate
What it means to have a heart so great.
So, look around you and know that you’re loved
By everyone here, and from those up above.
Our lives are better for having known you
And those we’ve touched are a part of you, too.
To feel the curve and fullness of your hips
My tongue sinking inside your pearly lips
Feeling the soft hard tissue of your twins
Swell of your chest promises more wins
Smell of yobody floats beneath my nose
Sweet fragrance of rose
Wrap me in your duvet of love
The only treasure I now have
Bury my head in fullness of your bossom
Plant five stars let our love blossom
Lemme hold you by your slender waist
The vacation in Miami is never a waste
Holding hands;kissing in the rains
Admiring the African beauty with brains
Unbuttoning the blouse; sucking nipples
Moving back to the neck;filled with ripples
And when my hands return to the ranges
Lemme press hard those wild oranges
When you're right in the wanted mood
I promise I shall read that interesting book
Sweet, sweet,sweet,sweet hours
The beautiful bouncing baby is ours.
John Lenda (Poetic World,2022)
I am a girl named Stella, an apprentice of Yijing.
My master is Luna, a beautiful woman skilled and kind.
In beginning, she told me, "keep images in your mind."
"What images?" , asked I and she answered, "everything."
"Yijing divination is symbol-interpretation.
Good fortunetellers can draw rich images from symbols.
And it's also important to use images to cast symbols.
From now, you must grow your capacity of imagination."
She continued, "Symbol in Yijing is called Eight Trigrams.
Each Trigram consists of three lines of Yin or Yang.
Yin broken, Yang straight, opposite nature is endowed with them.
Things in-universe are symbolized by eight Trigrams.
It's good for you to think of them at young.
Please make you be familiar with each of them."
Frank Stela was so postpainterly
an abstractionist as you can see*
emphasising 'flat surfaces' nothing more
rejecting emotional gesture thats for sure
*https://www.moma.org/collection/works/62336
Nova Stella
David J Walker
I walk in the lapse of starlight sent
Before tonight was set
And numbered and named for
Forgotten gods framed
Against a darkened sky
In the distance you can hear
The sounds of the Nova’s lament
The White dwarf tear’s from
Another souls heaven
Its rain has nowhere to fall
Little
may my love sound,
yet a bright star I do love,
Stella,
Who in the center of the sky,
being lulled in her mother’s lap,
does blink and wink on the sly to express her divine love.
To express my mortal love,
I wink and blink slyly,
yet she may not clearly see how desperately I do love.
Tell me a way to say my love, to show my love,
mortal love, to
Stella,
my brightest star.
Are earth and sky so far,
so I can’t send a message of love to my brightest star,
in the place of genuine love,
Stella,
my brightest star?
I have no skills to create a cloud of romance, as
Kalidasa,
a great poet, once did, so I’ll make a little,
so little kite to send my letter of love to my brightest star,
Stella.
I published my second collection of poems: "Love, Lust & Dust" in 2018.
Publisher: Sarasavi Publishers, Colombo.
Oct. 15, 2020
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There once was a blizzard named Stella
Too powerful for an umbrella
But she petered out
Losing all of her clout
Like a post-midnight-clothed Cinderella.
Her wind is still whipping around
But as for the snow on the ground
It’s in inches, not feet
Which must be bittersweet
For the ones who hoped she’d be renowned.
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