by Linda-Marie SweetHeart |
"12 Days of Christmas Craves"
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
12 twinkling tiaras
Eleven emerald elephants
Ten Tiffany trinkets
Nine naughty negligees
Eight echoing elves
Seven sequined stars
Six sexy singers
Five fake fingernails s s s
Four furry foxes
Three tingling tamborines
And peach tree in pail via e-mails s s s.
*For P.D.'S 12 Days of Christmas.
*Written by: Linda-Marie "Sweetheart".
by Susan Ashley |
desire, hope, romantic love,
In evening eyes an ember’s gleam I see
emotions ripple from your depths and spread
across your surface known to be glassy
are ripened waves of passion crashing red
Now crocus of your crave in bloom and flare
on bed of saffron petals - spice we seize
in festival of lust on my skin bare
a thousand tingles mingle pleasures tease
Your lips brush mine with strawberry caress
then kiss me deep your tongue unties my lace
I open up to you and your finesse
we toast with our champagne in love’s embrace
As ravishment reflects epiphany
amour I see through rosy tiffany
March 17, 2018
by Subimal Sinha-Roy |
analogy, color, love,
Time stood still with me
on aegean beach at tiffany twilight hours,
the senile sun sank in admiral splendor
beyond the lap of the lapis horizon,
the cobalt sea soaked the cyan sky,
ribboned by strands of periwinkle cloud,
blown by aquamarine breeze.
You came flying on its sapphire wings,
slate hair kissing the teal lips,
lacing the prussian eyes.
From the azure shadow of waves
I swam on turquoise glint of your eyes,
sank deep in your indigo heart,
embracing me with cerulean serenity.
Written : July 13, 2018
May 1, 2020
Contest : Strand Pick J, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
by Amor Otong |
july, love, marriage,
A heart of gold
Love is to be told
A tiffany glass like made of
Thy color broke at best abode
Teary eyes, hiatus night
Lofty sentiments it might
Leaving the pastiche art of July
Reflection bygone she has to find!
Meres't whisper of thine precious diamond
Hail! Lenity in my world!
Don't let me fall Jody
It has the heart of gold
Now I am very telling and cold
Luxury it might seems for me
But it has beauty like Aphrodite
Depict no warranty
Indulgence all I can see
Will you marry me?
by Charlotte Zuzak |
depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, love, sad, school, graduation, high school,
and graduation mayhem turned to
tears and depression after
fight with high school steady.
The memory of prom date from hell
will hopefully disappear.
The elaborate hairdo was
furiously brushed out,
and the uncomfortable formal
packed away in the attic to be
given to charity next year.
The sweet whispers of love and
the notes passed in study hall
behind the back of old Mrs. Jenkins,
the talk of a wedding the following summer,
became heartbreaking memories
when Tiffany Blake came to town.
by John Monteblanco |
girlfriend-boyfriend, love, teen
Tiff I am sorry for your pain.
You invaded my heart and brain,
Yet you say I gave you that stain.
I can't forget your smile.
Hope you will stay and help me train.
Please just stay for a while.
by Kayla Swender |
Mommy, Daughter, Sister, Lover.
Sister of Tiffany, Michael, Bethany, and Austin.
Lover of Takota, Jerry, and my Mommy.
Who feels Love, pain, and loneliness.
Who fears rejection, abandonment, and loss.
Who would like to see the future, the past, and the present.
Resident of Norman, Oklahoma.
by Juan Miguel De la Cerna |
love, romanceheart, heart,
O’ my beautiful queen and goddess;
You always hold my heart and put it into test.
You are my goddess though I’m just a warrior,
A warrior who knocks at heaven for its superior.
O’ my angel who swept my feet;
You always bring the sun and sweep my wreath.
You are my sunshine when I’m in the dark,
A phantom who always bring my spark.
O’ my fair and handsome lady,
You always enter my heart without a parody.
You are my clown when I’m in a frown,
A lady I want around this town.
O’ my maiden, O’ my queen,
Your battle of love I shall never win.
But still the thing you put into my lips is funny,
Because you are my one and only Tiffany.
by Brian Strand |
imagination, satireme, , cute,
Hey honey,will you be mine
I've got the cutest chat-up line;
What you see is what you get,
Fly with me by private jet !
Vacation by the sunny Med'.
My wealth has Wall street cred'
Play your cards with great care,
And perhaps some day we'll wed!
I'll wine and dine you each day,
On Caribbean sands we'll play;
You'll shop in Harrods & Tiffany,
Money's no expense with me !
Your beauty so dazzles me,
It will make you a celebrity;
Our love-match will be no dream,
I'll sell it to Hello magazine.
Inspired by Dr Ram's parody contest
by Anthony Biaanco |
life, lust, snow, storm,
a snow storm is coming
a big pink mass on the weather map
people panicking hoarding booze and gas
but iv'e got my shovel and old northern muscle
I'm more than up to the task
my doe-eyed neighbor seems unconcerned
she's dressed to the max
risking it all for the lust of her man?
tailights disappearing into a snowglobe
of passion and tiffany glass
but i do understand
i did the same thing a life time ago
drove 25 miles in a rust bucket blizzard
for the love of adventure and lust
a pretty little thing waiting for me
in a soft perfumed nest
risking life and limb for a warm pink drink
the memory far outliving the storm
by CJ Krieger |
She has taken herself
Off the open market
And made herself available
To the wealthy at private auctions
Wearing only the finest
In silks and satin's and sparkling diamonds
And though everything she wears is new
She herself is a hand me down
Shared for the price of Tiffany bracelet
Or an Oscar De La Renta dress
Longing for happiness
Praying that someone might keep her
Never seeing that she is kept
by jay del fierro |
As angels surround you
with soft beating wing's
in solace,to help ease your pain
just know....that they know,
the suffering of a lifes journey
the inner tears of a souls crying
the tainted scars of mixed emotions
the hunger for everlasting peace....
As you lay here now
in cumbersome sleep
allow them to help you release
the burdens carried as boulders
and lighten your load for your
now return home flight....
As a flowering bud
from our family tree
memories constanly glisten
as morning dew,become
thoughts of you.....
(Tiffany,my niece,facing a rare illness,
may God's hand rest easy on her heart...)
by Tiffany Christian |
friendship, happiness, hope, me,
As I stand in the cold, moonless night,
I wonder if I'm safe, then I feel your arms around me holding me tight.
As I stand in the frigid, moonless night
I wonder if I'm loved, then I feel your lips on mine.
We whisper our goodbyes,
kiss each other softly before depating
to go our seperate ways.
I love you