Bell bodies float lit
red globe lanterns trailing their
tentacle tassels
Categories:
tassel, red,
Form: Haiku
Streaming like the rain outside
The windscreen wipers working like
My heart and chopping onions stuff
A testament to will the good of another
The kids are in the back and can't see what's going on
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling in the driving seat
I think of my wife and when we first met
She was always running late
As I was shoegazing on the corner
I needed a parrot sidekick
High on Belgian waffles and coffee
A hip new sensibility
The dash cam records the journey
Join me on my magic carpet
Grant me three wishes
Give me some tassel
In the Maghreb
I'll be your magic lamp
In order to reveal myself
Let's pick out curtains
Categories:
tassel, age, appreciation, april,
Form: Free verse
Emeritus in days,
Find hope in such little things
that collected
dropped in your lap
through a lifetime
but special still,
all gifts.
Wholly invested in a life,
in love
though they left before
you made the first payment.
In days of learning you finished well
the life you left behind
in you I found so kind..
a swish of tassel just for you.
No more struggle, no debt unpaid
only a few flowers to be laid..
Life emeritus.
When you finish in war,
trying to even up the score..
decide the merits of fighting
and just what it was for.
Categories:
tassel, life,
Form: Free verse
The tassel of Bai
Ethnic girl's hat made of silk,
Worth beauty to try.
Categories:
tassel, appreciation, beauty, culture, fashion,
Form: Haiku
there once a maid from the castle
whose weaving was rather facile
her warp matched her weft
but developed a cleft
she covered it with a tassel!
Categories:
tassel, cute, fun, humor, silly,
Form: Limerick
To the boy who battled dragons
In the mists of yesteryear
Did you ever imagine
That you’d be standing here?
To the man who’s made of stardust
Our brightest son and sun
Will your light shine the farthest
When all is said and done?
To the boy who built his castle
In the once-upon-a-time
On the day you turn your tassel
Did you know how bright you’d shine?
To the man who’s making history
As you light the way for others
Is it really a mystery
That I’m proud to call you brother?
*For my brother
Blake Burgess
Categories:
tassel, brother, childhood, family, graduation,
Form: Rhyme
Lone souls dance with my spirit in the realm of love.
Sad fragrances wafted through a full-moon glow.
Melt in a hazy cherry glow and fit you alike a glove.
Fateful frozen fractions upheave and overthrow.
Sad fragrances wafted through a full-moon glow.
Sooty stardust dies in sepia shells amid the deluge.
Fateful frozen fractions upheave and overthrow.
In hazel, the undertones of the hyacinth refuge
Sooty stardust dies in sepia shells amid the deluge.
A surge of orioles besotted the wishing tassel.
In hazel, the undertones of the hyacinth refuge
Behemoth of a fading oasis darts into the dim hustle.
A surge of orioles besotted the wishing tassel.
rain-washed phony grins, doomed by lights in the sky.
Behemoth of a fading oasis darts into the dim hustle.
Gilded steel smiles and sighs under the moon high.
rain-washed phony grins, doomed by lights in the sky.
Melt in a hazy cherry glow and fit you alike a glove.
Gilded steel smiles and sighs under the moon high.
Lone souls dance with my spirit in the realm of love.
Categories:
tassel, analogy, appreciation, rain, stars,
Form: Pantoum
Little tradition based on folk art and literature
Now surpasses the elite tradition in Vedas
Fah lah lah lah where dowries are often given back.
Where the Raksha Bandhan festival originated
Now celebrated on Full Moon day of Shravana
Sisters express devotion to their brothers
Their sworn protectors for life
Fah lah lah lah a festival steeped in tradition.
By placing shoots of barley on their heads
or tying tassel plums of thread on their wrists
Domestic priests of Kishan Garhi utter a blessing
For which they are rewarded with cash
Fah lah lah lah Where is my brother’s rakhi?
Sisters are brought back to village of origin for ceremony
They can honor a voluntary kin if they have no brothers
Categories:
tassel, travel,
Form: Prose Poetry
Say, oh!
It must be some sort of a Day!
Streets are bristling in baskets and laughter.
Shop fronts floating in banners,
and somewhere....
The concrete under our feet
Throbs with beginning, distant beat.
Motorcycle putt
Two by two
Stern-faced riders
Dark in blue
Legions of boots and brown,
Their arms fling high and back
Hats cocked, unfurling like salute.
Swing stick switches
Left foot...right! With the snap
A silken tassel twitches
And the horns behind the column crack
Suddenly, the breathless beating air!
Snatches of the melody are familiar.
Golden trumpets raise their throats to catch the sun,
Blaring open-mouthed triumphant chorus-
Good, we are good!
Strong, we are strong!
Warriors, honorable and glorious!
The drumbeat measures out in disappearing lines
Gradually, gently diminishing to perspective.
The taste of glory ages and dries upon the years
Where crumpled paper scrapes along the wind
And traffic lights go red and green again.
Categories:
tassel, day, memorial, military, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
many prefaces
emphasis on Ephesus
said on premises
what we do intend
hand of friendship did extend
love of God will lend
had a huge hassle
trying to put on my tassel
to ground will wrestle (wraahstle)
others have been caught
open email rather not
wife will have me shot
did declare a truce
for communion have grape juice
or tie neck in noose
free for all was fair
she had ripped out all my hair
now my head is bare
God brought me along
what we saw became a song
heard by a huge throng
feet started to soak
then found frog who liked to croak
he had become broke
God who does bestow
caused popularity to grow
put on quite a show
God always redeems
made Boles great on balanced beams
became party of her dreams
went walking down hall
following hall protocol
be sure to not fall
made my life fuller
became puller and pusher
of hope plush pillar
was worth waiting for
heard a message ship to shore
we have won the war
found a place for poor
in big house on a beach shore
now need an encore
after dissension
God gave me His permission
accept a commission
Categories:
tassel, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Sunflowers bloom beneath a tinted blue sky, white dollop clouds in
Undulating fashion, hovering over yellow petals and deep golden seeds.
Nestled in soil slim tall and beautiful, birthing cordially for the
Floriculturist in all of us. A wide expanse inside a garden, they
Loom, over plants such as Gerberas, Lilies, Carnations and Limoniums;
Open your window take in the resin scent of their lace. They are a
Wonder of nature, a gift from Mother Earth herself. To name a few,
Echinacea apricot rainbow, Emilia tassel and echinop globe thistles,
Reviving each year with renewed strength they bring us love and beauty .
May 26, 2021
Sponsor : Malabika Ray Choudhury
Contest Name: Sunflower
Categories:
tassel, appreciation, flower,
Form: Acrostic
Little black pearl
formed from city grit
pressurized by violence
layers of scars-a survivor.
There were no birds or trees
only concrete eggs in broken nests
harsh decades under moonlit gunplay
never time for a young mind to rest,,,
so hard escaping those dark ugly caves.
Finally, you've arrived, rolling into the light
not a mirage but something of a miracle
at the very top of your class.
Tassel merrily dancing to the left of a black pearl face.
Smiling a shade beyond bright
for the moment color is insignificant.
There's still much work to be done
many more hurdles-mostly unseen
but nothing that you can't overcome
while wearing the bright feathers of the dream-
Categories:
tassel, chicago, child abuse, education,
Form: Free verse
how many mornings make a life?
as little ones leave
by your footsteps
to a waiting world
and you to a working world
how many mornings
make a career or
a scholar grow
to turn a tassel
and toss a smile
at their inner self?
how many mornings lead
to the gold watch
the plaque
the days of solitude
contemplation
and quiet observation
of other people’s mornings?
1/6/20
Categories:
tassel, community, identity, motivation, tribute,
Form: Free verse
Graduation that one spacial day
All proms gone
Last kiss goodbye
Letterman jacket hung up
No more teachers
No more books
No more teachers dirty looks
The last book seen
With written memories
Signed by friends
The last yearbook ever to be seen
Tassel now on the left
Leaving these memories behind
Tears flowing with love lost eyes
Hearts broken our last goodbye
School is over
Reality now
Sets in
Categories:
tassel, education, goodbye,
Form: Free verse
By tassel-like tentacles the cicada suck the clear dew,
The sparse parasol trees its voice penetrates through.
Higher position makes its sounds heard far and wide,
It’s not because of the support autumn winds provide.r
(tran.)
Categories:
tassel, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
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