A squint of brilliance, blending seamlessly
Within a palette of dark and light shades
Melt and fade a harmony and balance
Of mastic glitziness splendor and charm
Within the spectacle stage of the night.
Wadding deeper, meditating calm space
Reminded, draws in untold delight breath
Slowly release arousing the wild night
Stirring hidden romantic emotions.
She's the hooting of the ghost
I think she's angry at her host
She finds it hard to see The Bling
that blue gold gin hung around her neck Bling
~
Who is that crying what's their issue
Whose hand is that holding wadding tissue
She's a advice live lady
Whose name is Ms. Katie
The ghost she is, she is absurd
2/14/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Rambunctious
Rambunctious rainstorms
Laugh – dance with rock and roll sun ~
Promise of rainbows.
Sunrise bursting out
In bright shafts – hues of orange ~
Bright eyed wake up call.
Brilliant yellow rays
Run across the morning sky ~
Golden amethyst.
Peaceful blue - serene -
Sapphire skies deep as oceans ~
Wadding in their depths.
Lush fields of green nap
Refreshed by rains after noon ~
Emeralds flashing.
Sunset fire burning
Fiery plumes of red and rose ~
A neon light show.
Paper thin moonlight
Fragile - delicate embrace ~
Luminescent pearl.
Deep purple shadows
Softly whisper through midnight ~
Lullaby – Good Night.
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One on his finger, one in his nose;
Crackers and honey, marsh mellow toes;
Voluptuous women, desire that grows;
And what is the problem, he’ll never know
Seashell collectors, wadding through waves;
Tight fitting swimsuits, eyes now enslaved;
And no matter the sizes, it passes the days;
And is there a problem, can anyone say.
Kimono clad women, looking for tips;
Sweet tasting poppers, with hot mustard lips;
Rice wine and toppers, perspiring hips;
Hopeful attempts; served up in quips
One on his finger, a sign on the door;
Huddled together, with tears on the floor;
Nothing to hope for, they’re gone ever more;
But the movie continues, from mountains to shore
Wadding in summer heat
Waving flowing sea of wheat
Waves of green smell sweet
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Roseate Spoonbill
Pink wadding bird rosy lushness showing, glowing.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 14, 2010
Poetic form: Monuku
Wadding through the waterways
collecting all the victims
one by one
as the day turns to night
I see my task has only begun
for all tales that were spun
I see now are all true
the animal I see is what's left of man
in this country of plenty they went without
in this of land of milk and honey
they went without food or assistance of money
the storm stripped away their pride
took away their homes
but it was man who took away the families
and spread them across this land
we made them strangers in a strange land
and for that we must repay
give them their due
and dedict to them their own special day
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