Fireworks on the dance floor

Poetry, Romance, Romantic

I

I wanna be that fellow

That dances with the redhead

In a Viennese waltz

At the end of the night

Ii

I want to guide her

Around the floor

Her dainty feet skipping

Off the glitter ball lights

Iii

Eyes on the prize

As lights skip on the floor

And Rose Red dances delightfully

With her Prince Charming

Iv

Captivated by her delicate poise

Our movement just floating … hardly a noise

And watching us both….a bit of a crowd

Though it’s only the music that seems a bit loud

V

Fireworks ? Magic as we travel around floor

The crowd they applaud and yell out for more

But as spotlight leaves us, something they’ll miss

In the dark of a second, a surreptitious kiss

Rebel

Growing up, Poetry, Schooldays

Salford 10th May 2018

Ariel-Rebel-Wallpapers

Rebel

You were always the one in school

that caused a scene

causing young heads to turn

at your juvenile antics

Wearing the Uniform

the way you wanted

raising an eye

of the deputy head

They called you “Cool”

and your pals all circled

as school rules fell

and school skirts rose

The defiant red haired streak

got you noticed

by the more butch kids

in the school playground

But at the end of the day

the lad that you wanted

never looked back

leaving you – disappointed

Magnetic

Acrostic, Industrial, Poetry, Romance

Magnetic

I

Maybe they didn’t see it coming

A pull , so

Great, the largest

Nuts and bolts couldn’t resist the

Ever powerful force coming

Towards them

In the air they flew

Caught by the big round thing

 

II

Mademoiselle’s

Amourous intentions

Gravitating in

Nuptial

Expectation

Towards her

Intended Romantic

Catch at the Discotheque bar

Fragrance

Flowers, Romance, Romantic

fragrance
Salford 25th July 2017

 

For centuries, the makers of perfume have made

Romantic smells from the humble garden

Animated – and captured with oils wine and water

Girls grab their latest favourite – in an attempt to

Reach out – without a step – to the lad of their dreams

Attraction can be immediate – turning heads

Never think that it’s the scent alone that does it –

Cupid’s arrow is fickle at times – but

Every girl knows – to get his attention – it’s a start!

 

 

Perfume

Acrostic, Flowers, Poetry, Seaside

Perfume

A poem written by inkdrop for the daily post : Perfume

Salford (via Heraklion) , 10th May 2017

Perhaps it was her eyes that first attracted me

Everyone stopped – freeze frame as we met

Reaction to that wonderful smile – unabashed, but

From that day on, she seemed to be everywhere

Unusually, i couldnt see her around, was my

Memory playing tricks on me ?

Even the blossom’s sent a message of her