Butterfly Goddess,, I am in awe of your talents
of your delicate beauty and flying prowess
You exude strength and epitomize femininity
I watch you from the safety of these elm trees
Wishing I had half of your dainty delicateness
I wonder if you have spotted me, and perhaps
If you might be a bit envious of my yellow eyes
And my carnivore-friendly claws and teeth?
From all the precious petals,
adorning my flower garden -
I choose only you.
In silent serene ambience,
your splendour is visible,
through an innocent grandeur.
Captivated by your tender satin aura,
I desire for each blossom to embrace me -
to be caressed by your lusciousness.
But resentful weeds bark like dogs,
their envious eyes deviously praying -
for storms to expose your delicateness.
I know gusts will arrive and abduct you.
Powerless, I will watch you float away -
but I know you will return, you always do
even if it is just temporary.
Sunday Simple Musings
Silent One
12 April 2020
Then Wele Khakaba turned and spoke thus
True beauty is everlasting; temporary beauty is dust and is for a time
Thy judgment of beauty is an error
For thy yardsticks are looks, appearances, effects and proportions
Thy verdict of beauty is a mistake and booboo
For thy scale is shapeliness, loveliness of build and belle tournure
Thy conclusion is warped and misrepresented
For thy measure is physical charm, curvaceousness and sexiness
It is earthly delicateness, cuteness and earnestly cunningness
All earthly beauty is human makeups and cosmetics,
They are lip rouge, nail polish, greasepaint, clown white and mascara
True beauty is eternal
True beauty is what Wele Khakaba creates
I create for glory and for beauty that transcends
I do garnish the creation with preciousness
I create and do crown it with royalty
To show the peoples and the princes the essence of beauty
All my creations are fair to look on
Murumwa, one thing thou should have asked of me
That will thou seek after
That ye may dwell in the house of perfect elegance and delight
All the days of thy life
To behold the beauty of the Creator of creators
And to inquire in his sanctuary
Bouquet of blue daisies combined with
Delicateness of white roses
Was chosen by future bride
Embellished with pearls and
Fine ivory lace
Thrown to bridesmaid
In Wedding
Party
Night
She was like crystal glass, exquisite and so delicate
Only used for special occasions.
Was she unique maybe? Hard to find?Appreciated? Cared for? Why? it's just a glass.. You use it to drink from, disposable, replaceable.
But when it's not there, who cares, who cries for it.
No one
You just reach for another one.
It became cracked from one simple clang.
It's disposable is it not?
So, as it's pristine Shine and delicateness fades, it's says its goodbyes. As it is thrown away, it shatters to bits and pieces, it's soul slowly dies
Shattered beyond repair, yet no one really cares
Who dares try putting it back together, it's shattered, the pieces will cut you up.
Why be hurt when you can find another one so much stronger and flawless
the blogger
is the wretched chicken
laying an asteroid.
the city dweller
is the self identifying
contagious forlorn.
he strives
for the praise.
he strives
for a masterpiece.
he is
in fact
a ruffian.
the breasts
of equality
the jaw of
rebellion.
the revolutionary
spark plug.
the YES MAN!
in this world,
when you are left to the bone.
no one wants to hear your
********.
the bull*****baths
of selfless,
powerless,
diminishment
of a character.
they would always
rather have the hero.
the self rising dough.
the collegiate fortune hunter.
they say "JUMP!
misery will pull you down!"
way down.
the feel of a fine wine glass.
you hold its hollow delicateness.
the heart.
contract and expand.
up and down we go.
from filth to pristine sterility.
'tis better to have a hen tomorrow
than an egg today.
Sensual movements, procuring eyes, threatening stance, a man’s weakness. A
lady’s grace symmetrical shape of a silohuette hips thin at the waist an angels
frame, her voice bastes your ears gives your fantasies a taste. Her velvet skin her
delicateness her walk gentle as the wind a solemn pinch of adrenaline a soul
swimming in sorrow a presence that seems borrowed pride swallowed because
there is always tomorrow . Sunshine on clouds of white in motion freely in the sky. A
ballet of water a splash and the rise the ripple of the aftermath strong independent
confident with tact abstract with love it is never a fad. Daring personality but every
step calculated like math. A heart beat that is music just one of life’s students. A
Lioness’s movements
A gift inside for you
It's your good heart seen through and through
You walk into the room
So sweet, kind, and gentle- Vavoom!
Shoots into the air colored strands of confetti
And oodles of strings like spaghetti
A gift inside for you
wrapped inside tissue
A music box of rare issue
wrapped inside silk tissue
The silk tissue inside is more of the gift
And represents the delicateness of your soul- uplifting!
The sun shines in the room
All eyes are on you as your amazement looms
You are like a sunrise surprise, delicateness of soul
Now all are mesmerized!
By Susan J. Mills
Heading home
From our evening out
Two darling doves
Our love devout
In the evening heat
As our clothes stick
Her shapely body
Curved and slick
An early night
Us loving pair
Heaven awaits
As we climb the stair
We shed our clothes
Now naked souls
To share our love
Our wanting goal
We lie on our sides
As we kiss and caress
Our hands determining
Tender delicateness
Our kissing increases
Luring our crave
As she lifts her leg
Our wants engage
In readied pose
Her scented lure
I journey slide
To join so pure
Slow in flow
Our rhythm sings
Notes from our heart
Alluring brings
Our bodies writhe
Like courting snakes
Internal emotion
Creates
Pleasurable motions
Rise in me
Flowing loves
Swim in her sea
We quiver and sigh
Her nails grip deep
My manly arms
Harvesting loves reap
We lie there absorbing
Our moments of bliss
Serenading with our lips
Kiss after kiss
We awaken in the morning
Knowing love was in our hands
As we climbed our Stairway to Heaven
That this loving couple planned
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