Wednesday, 27 February 2013

~ Love Pie! ~

~ Love Pie! ~

Ms Puffet Bell wished to bake a love pie for her smirky lost love
Mr Grumpy, the baker uphill only knew to get the ingredient straight
She ran to his place of creative space, and
Did put forth her craving to make him tackle her wish
He shuddered, smiled, and then finally grinned
“Oh Sweet, it’s so damn easy, I am the master of the trait!”
Ms Puffet Bell couldn’t help but twinkle her pearly eyes …
Tendering her the list as long as the Rapunzel’s braid
“Get me these love tit-bits from the corner shop with incandescent lights!”
Craftily, flawlessly, Ms Puffet Bell reeling and swirling as in utopia
Basket brimming with knick-knacks, she has culled for the succumb pie
And whilst bracing their fall, pulled up her flowing net gown to her ankles,
Her slender beautiful feet lovingly encased in flowery pink pumps, did glint …
“Helluva candy, you are sweet but tired, come sit here to have a glass of wine!”
One could see Mr Grumpy drooling and smouldering lecherously
Lowering her eyelids, she fluttered her eyelashes as thick as a spring tree
A dimple smile got etched on her pale face, lips quivered, and
Before words could touch her tongue to hit Mr Grumpy’s demented ears
Drops of salty water came sliding down her grey eyes, kissing her neck,
To fall on the floor dusted with leftover trinkets of baked love pie …
Finally Ms Puffet Bell spoke, not spoke but rebuked, so much to chide
Words burning enough to scorch his soul and melt his smutty brain
“Be all ears and mind the bass
I am not here to be your lass
Your mind would play tricks
Making you no good than a Frass
Being your forgotten wife
Is so much like a stained glass
Now stop being a crass and
Shove this love pie up your Amnesiac ass!”
Smirked Mr Grumpy, as if getting the drill and “Ooh, Honey!” all he said
Pensive and chagrin, Ms Puffet Bell decided to cook from the scratch …
Concocting involves swathing of nitty-gritty love arts,
Remoulding the emasculated heart to bake and shape, the Love Pie!

This Poem is shared with  dverse Open Link Night ~ 85

Friday, 8 February 2013

Naivety is her, kindly please bear..

She asked them to choose, to have their favourite way

Either be fondly pink lipped or be a black and blue snippet

They took a path, intricate and once unknown to her

Wading into the world of metaphors, words and phrases

Don’t you worry, she won’t rest on her laurels

Repercussions were caused by her charred soul

Unravelling her besotted knotted thoughts is not an easy tasks

Pages as blank as her life and coloured white like her soul

Unkempt and scattered as pebbles on a lonely shore

Will soon be adorned with fables and poignant tales to narrate

Trembling fingers and fidgeting body, let her recoil for the sake of the moment

What you just witnessed is her penumbra, hiding deep is the delirium of emotions

Frenzy, frustration, sadness, love, anger and passion

Hiding in some secret alcove, driving to commotion

Chasm beholds, she is taking careful steps

Plunging deep into the effing uncanny space,

Space that holds the whirlwind of her dancing reveries

Emoting is not her art, trust me she is a failure

Let her sieve the fathoms enclosed, kissing the sand at the bottom

Brandishing of skills is an after play

Can you be a little patient, please bear with her delay

For a day shall come or a night for a change

You won’t need to tell her for every time you tackle her notes

Vanity shall be deceived and words swapped

For ‘slumber’ will occupy ‘sleep’ and ‘benign’  that of  ‘kind’...