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Saxophone smooth in a three-piece suit
enters Blue - cool and suave, disdainful
to those of duller class - the crass
beiges and browns seen down the street
and around the town.
Electric, Blue glides bar-ward, in charge
and smug with martini charm - rhythmic
in conversation, his words slide
like the saxophone ride he came in on.
Red can't leave him alone.
He presses convivial keys, playing
the spectrum with a smug smile -
It's an old game with new names
and people to mix with. He smirks
his way to Ebony.
'How have you been?' and all that jazz,
just the casual quips and usual digs
of the typically hip, tripping
over tongues and each others' ego.
'Hey, gotta run'
Over to Green, and the game is on:
Name drops, topic-hops, the usual
shoptalk of performers at play -
Plucked strings sing a telling tune.
Green leaves with Envy.
Saxophone smooth in his three-piece suit,
Blue waves like the pacific ocean, breaks
the last ice and serenades the senses
with a warm smile directed at the party.
He leaves the bar with Red.
enters Blue - cool and suave, disdainful
to those of duller class - the crass
beiges and browns seen down the street
and around the town.
Electric, Blue glides bar-ward, in charge
and smug with martini charm - rhythmic
in conversation, his words slide
like the saxophone ride he came in on.
Red can't leave him alone.
He presses convivial keys, playing
the spectrum with a smug smile -
It's an old game with new names
and people to mix with. He smirks
his way to Ebony.
'How have you been?' and all that jazz,
just the casual quips and usual digs
of the typically hip, tripping
over tongues and each others' ego.
'Hey, gotta run'
Over to Green, and the game is on:
Name drops, topic-hops, the usual
shoptalk of performers at play -
Plucked strings sing a telling tune.
Green leaves with Envy.
Saxophone smooth in his three-piece suit,
Blue waves like the pacific ocean, breaks
the last ice and serenades the senses
with a warm smile directed at the party.
He leaves the bar with Red.
Literature
End the Pain
END THE PAIN
She stood looking over the edge
Contemplating the rocks below.
How would it feel
As they rushed up to greet her?
Where was her resolve now?
Could she follow through
with her plan
Because of a man?
She desperately wanted to end the pain
Out here in the rain
While she was still sane.
It would only take a minute
to fling herself over the edge
and greet her death.
What about him?
Would he care
about what they shared?
Or would he throw it all away
Because he was swayed
By the comments of a few?
Who had nothing to lose?
Literature
Cheap and Tawdry Married Love
My mother cried when I married you.
Twisted up her brothel-keeper's mouth
and bawled-
'That girl's gone and sold herself too cheap.
...And after everything I told her!'
My aunt patted her hand
Slyly reminding her how bad the deal was,
Your poor job-prospects,
The tiny diamond on the ring
Your mother had given us
Because you couldn't afford to buy one.
I paid them no heed.
Smiling, I posed for the photos
Thankful I'd escaped.
Do you see me?
Standing there beside you
In your sharp suit and your Fagin smile.
I was innocent then,
I couldn't see the flames
But I could still burn...
Literature
Scars, yelling and tears
For every tear you cry
I'll shed two from my eyes
Every time you smile
My day becomes peaceful
When you run away
A part of me becomes missing
When you cut yourself
I cringe as scars rip into me
You happiness brings me peace
Your hugs my warmth
Your love my life
You smiles become my own
Your tears bring on my rainy nights
Your anger tears at my heart
Your screams cause me pains
Your fists bruise me
Rip into my flesh
Scream my ears to deafness
Curse me unto darkness
Break my heart till it's no more
Break my will
Destroy my happiness
Cause me pain
Make me cry
But in the end it's worth it
As long as I can make you smile
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Inspired by the Forum contest at [link]
To paraphrase the details:
There is a party!
Only, the attendees of this party aren't ordinary people - they're colors.
The idea is, using poetry or prose, to characterise a colour and their behaviour at the party, and their interactions with others.
I chose to do this with poetry.
It was time to take a break from metric verse - so I have gone back to freeverse with this one.
I am fairly happy with how it has turned out.
Benedictions!
To paraphrase the details:
There is a party!
Only, the attendees of this party aren't ordinary people - they're colors.
The idea is, using poetry or prose, to characterise a colour and their behaviour at the party, and their interactions with others.
I chose to do this with poetry.
It was time to take a break from metric verse - so I have gone back to freeverse with this one.
I am fairly happy with how it has turned out.
Benedictions!
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