I Wait...

Starry Night by Alex Ruiz.

I wished upon a trailing star,

Bright and brilliant in the dark blue sky,

To hold me close in your arms,

When I lingered alone so far away!

And the shooting star whizzed past the brightly lit sky...

I gazed up on the arched moon,

Longing for a glimpse of you,

To see your face shining, lit by a smile,

When I stood under the sky so blue!

And the arched moon glowed ever so more...

I whispered into the silent winds,

Hoping to hear a song from your lips,

That part sometimes to kiss me softly,

My cheeks blush and my stomach flips!

And the whispering wind rustles soothingly past...

I wonder if you can hear me,

While I longingly wait for thee...

***

Written for Magpie Tales: Mag 234!

~Amusing~

Keith Haring: The Marriage of Heaven and Hell!

Barely aged and hardly old

An artist died so young.

31 years and childish yet 

taken from the world!

Of graffiti and amusing art,

A smile on a child's face,

Battling brave the hellish disease,

Activist in the face of AIDS!

His marriage of Heaven and Hell,

Made me halt for a while,

I stared at it unbelievably 

and my face lit up in a smile!

And I wondered how it went for him,

To paint something so amusing!

Written for Magpie Tales: Mag 232!

Circus!

Elizabeth Taylor, Set of Giant, by Frank Worth!

Swinging in circles,

Ringing the bells,

Clamour around,

Glamour in a spell,

Its a circus! a circus!

My dear friends,

And we are the puppets,

In Nature's hands!

Angling our perfect

body contours,

Hips popped and

Busts raised too,

legs apart in a perfect stance,

ready for Hollywood's

perfect dance!

That's what it is,

It's a living breathing movie,

Where people are actors,

And there foolery a story,

Where props are scattered

At every unknown turn,

It's what we make of it

In our own run!

We make stories of love

passion, heroism,

horror, cruelty, victory,

documentary and  fiction...

And we are the heroes,

and the villains too,

We are the brave hearts

Or the unnoticed few!

Written for Magpie Tales: Mag 231!

~Neferiti~

The bust of Queen Neferiti in Neues Museum of Berlin.

Of ages long and long ago,

The times almost unknown,

Queen Neferiti of the Arabian lands,

Worshipped in the blue Niles sands,

The Sun God Aten less known,

Hailed her kingdom with blessed gold,

The rich times, the opulent history,

The beautiful legend mostly a mystery!

Written for Magpie Tales: Mag 230!

Grocery In Gucci!

Falling upon a grocery store,

By accident or coincidence,

I remembered the list of forgotten chores,

In my Versace gown, I went!

Clutching my glittery Prada,

Tripping on my fabulous trail,

Tottering in my high heeled Gucci,

I entered the grocery sale!

People stopped to stare at me,

As I foolishly fumbled around,

sorting lemons in a wicker basket,

For Sunday's chocolate mousse!

Written for Magpie Tales: Mag #229!

Time's Bane!

Image Credit: Magpie Tales: Mag #228

The pointy turrets, the mossy towers,

The arched windows, the doors carved,

The gargoyles standing guard for long

Perched atop the golden gong-

That was struck upon for many a years,

By slaves and servants when master nears,

After a battle or a victory or loss 

from enemy's clutches for no apparent cause!

The silken red carpets thread bare and worn,

The wooden floorboards of teak adorn,

Staled by age and many a footsteps,

some in hurry, others in fest,

Of little children and servants and princes,

Of master himself, his wife or mistress,

All climbing to the splendid halls above 

Of glory, riches, royalty yet no love!

I walk the same stairs today 

where many a Kings walked some day,

In the hackneyed castle of years ago,

The gargoyles failed to save the slow

Rusting of its bejewelled rails,

The cracked and broken chandeliers,

The fine cashmere worn out curtains,

From the evil clutches of Time's Bane!

Written for Magpie Tale : Mag 228!

Handsome!

Daguerreotypes of  a Blind Man holding a Cat

He muzzled a cat the fluffy brown vicious thing

that matched the colour of his slick flattened hair,

He looked at the painter through his gawky black shades

His expression mocking, his crinkles bare...

He smiled a little as the plump man struggled

to paint his rugged yet handsome face,

Or so he imagined as the cat fiddled,

growling in the comfort of her master's brace!

Written for Mag #227!

Chinese Fan...

She took away what she thought was hers,
The delicate Chinese silken fan,

Sweet Summer, 1912, John William Waterhouse 

Of fuchsia and handcrafted work,
To hide her perfect mocha tan!

Under a fountain in a garden she lay,
The prize of many a hardened days
beside her, thinking of her love,
the furious pink roses above!

Written for Magpie Tales #225 image prompt!

The Rich Man!

The image is a prompt from Magpie Tales

I looked in the mirror but I saw not me,
For even I did not want to look back at me!
A cold shiver went up my spine,
Down fell the glass of expensive Wine...
I was rich and unloved,
But many hated me!
I ruled and governed,
But was never free...
I loved my kids,
but they din't love me back,
I loved my the riches,
But they mostly stayed in a bank...
I had no time to Love,
I had no time to Live,
I had no times for life's
joys so exclusive...
For I was obsessed with my deep pockets,
with my corrupt huge business,
My political prowess...
And a cold fear touched my heart,
For then I knew,
that none loved me and hated me too
....


Also shared with Magpie Tales: Mag 224