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Twinkle |
Overgrown
supersilious
standing
legs; hip length apart
arms crossed
blockading a doorway
with opened mouth severiy
His head hung down
to relieve his rage
upon the floor
which standing
tall and proud
knee high
was his warrior opponent
the little tyke
he so strived to defeat
in the game of
immaturity
Soft Barracade (lying next to you)
lying next to you
you ease my pain so i'm no longer trembling
momentarally, your mood and custody
set me back to health again
lying next to you
my warm safety bunker
I'm gaurded in sanctity
a child stricken with a violent step father
you are a shield, my toasty cover
I sense, in confidence,
that you won't let me suffer
lying next to you
restful under wing
your blanketted sanctuary, I'm snug sharing
lying here, in serenity
as a gaurdian you ward off blows of harm that mar me
lying next to you
my warm safety bunker
trembling, a child traumatized by a nasty step father
you are a shield, a quilted fort, my cozy cover
I sense, comfy, in confidance
you won't let me suffer
Why surely, if...
repulsed by her repute and ragged dress
unexpecting of the question being asked
from him!!!, his highness
what else could she say but, "certainly yes" ?
infinitely fantazising of festivities
her brain has been a bureau drawer for dress up
storing Cinderella and
an effectionate prince in pin ups
in virtual Vietnam
a nurse aids to an injured GI Joe
a heavenly stairway
An angel to save his suited soul
she wouldn't mind standing in fancy shoes
presented a couple in that pumped pair
acccompanying him casually
or a black tie twilight affair
unexpectingly graced (humored pitied perhaps) undeserving
of a royal request being asked
what else could the homely slipperless housemaid
say but, "why yes"?
It's no camoflage war
without opponents playing parts
It's no Heaven
when truth isn't conveyed, told from the heart
Pixie Promenade
Glitter ballerinas
looking devine like sequentially situated holiday lights
overhead, dancing
heavenly, like a kaleidascopic space mobile, turning
beguiling babies
serenaded, terpsichore lured into sleep
a whimsicle whirligig of wings in tights
polished and presice
like a symphonic box of swiss clock work
tastefully twinkling tapper toes
fluttering, fanciful arms and feet
in song, fluently sway and sweep
a chored company complete
with sophisticated faces, so simply sillouetted
back bones straight and chin held high
were glowing, physiques: regally refined
black locks, bewitching, bounded in a bun of braids
and tulle textured tutu
amounted beautifully
essembling the prima ballerina pixie
the graced figure
grande with poise, possessing the attention epicenter
gleam eminating, was encircled by an assemblage
of her personal polished sugar plum fairies and swans
the idolized image, sparkling sashayed
timed intune with a sweet serenade
twinkling, radiant, tip toed a troup in tights
their routine, a well composed cradle song
was in the aura above my head
an elfikin spell, carrying me to bed
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