beauty, emotions, kiss, love,
by Sunshine Smile |
Wrought in silver confession of faith and love
Completely engulfed in romantic flames
No one knows that your lips understand what it means
Higher than the soul ~ a dream within a dream
The blessed birds sing about freedom and joy
A one - way ticket with the train of love
Pink flamingo in fiery dance
Two hearts full of strength and hope
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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by Ken Carroll |
desire, imagery, love,
Standing on my balcony
Awaiting your return
off in the distance
one little cloud floats
like a pink feather
from some giant flamingo
Return to me lover
I will share the secret
that the sky is the sea
and the clouds are
the souls of happy ships
My love come to me
as the sky turns orange-red
off towards New Orleans
because I love you so
I am on cloud nine
and I am floating
by Sara Kendrick |
fire, lost love, love,
The Forsythia is aflame
Delight runs once again
The red oak draws strength to ignite
Love bellows a refrain
A red-orange dress over brown
Leggins' so tight a shame
Dancin' the flamingo about
Town, autumn fire untame
Falling, falling into a flamin'
Fire, love, love's wild desire
And it burns, burns autumn's
fire, deeper lovers mire
Until at last love goes sour
Another comes, separates
From the ashes a spark ignites
Dancin' again on date
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest: 230 contest up to 12 lines
Date: October 27, 2016
by Sam Jameson |
fire, romance, soulmate, true love,
Ebullient flames dancing with ineffable measure under night's quiet penumbra
A union of flamingo necks wound together by an eternally bound conundrum
Their fires roar soft as they tenaciously whisper life into each others' capture
To lose one light would darken the iridescent symphony of ever-loving rapture
Their bodies scorch as two breaths of silk filament coalesced in tight embrace
Their unity arouses somber thoughts and infuses them with epiphany and grace
Forever lit by the succulent air they consume and the decadent light they exude
They endlessly blaze love's eternal sketch as twin hearts unable to be subdued
March 8, 2016
by Bozhidar Pangelov |
And swallow are of love
the silky horizons
hit by a wing
of pink flamingo.
And the weeds are with deep
of secret wells.
Careless was the wind,
carried off in hollows
all kind of visions of
Now the time is of the sand,
crossed the life-giving river.
And blows only wind from
*Translator bulgarian-english: Vessislava Savova
by Glenn McCrary |
Her lips are as pink as the plume of a flamingo,
Her eyes are like fair, seasoned pine apples.
I love her.
Her curves are like annular eclipse, a sable daybreak.
I love her.
And her skin is the vanilla of a maple leaf in summer, but a sexier color,
I want to touch her.
by Ken Allan Dronsfield |
beauty, emotions, imagery, morning, nature, ocean, weather,
Nocturne shadow, rise with the Flamingo
charmed by the sunrise a morning sky smiles.
hushed morning song whispers at my window.
Prone on the pillow; love the outer isles.
Daydreams wander; my fan begins the day
sands twinkle like brilliant diamonds sparkling
Winds blow the deep blue waters on the bay.
Tea's steeping as the teapot is whistling.
Old cat yawns awake in the morning light.
dandelion seeds float by with the breeze
grass flows serenely terns hover in flight
waves rise higher on Lanai's southern seas.
Kilauea rumbles the Big Islands shore
I see a reddish haze from my back door.
by Debjani Mitra |
"In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous." Aristole
blush en mass
flamingo clouds flock
in arms of babbling spring
wrapped in peach shades of soft dream
petals spreading pristine shimmer
enchanting florid dress, poised princess
in pretty cherry trees pure love blossoms
21st May 2020
Etheree contest of Dear Heart
by MAHTAB BANGALEE |
howl, lost, love,
Weaving I'm embroidered quilt on sky roof
Flamingo dancing with rapturous rains
Wild ink replacing the dove quills with proof
For your one night standing in the dream train
Lamppost of the dark streets drinking cool beer
Wayward dogs child supporting alone life
Searching for your scent I lost own manner
Where cheap whore pouring in heart glass a strife
On the boastful yard of time I'm naked
All stars on the friendship wave going far
Painting of pangs bleeding in the wound head
Departure feelings giving me just jeer
Wide, I'm wide alone in the crowded town
Train of the love leaving for a lot down
by David Byrne |
child, childhood, ireland, joy, love,
I saw a heart on a Large pink to scarlet web-footed wading bird with down-bent bill,
The heart was pink and so very hard to see, but I knew it was there,
Because it was in my little Minnie’s smile.
Her favorite long sleeved shirts have hearts on them,
Underneath she wears a short-sleeved cotton one; for comfort,
Today's undershirt had the wading bird on it!
4 years old, happy with her
Heart and Flamingo and Playful smile.
©david byrne Jan 2021