she is full of allure
sultry black eyes
dark teasing lips
brimming of theatrics
a day with her
drama and angst
unsatisfied with
my silent affections,
tossed gift of pearls
out into street
I play the sax
cool tunes to woo
but no, she wants my
bold wordy intentions
how do i begin
tell her she got me at
palm of her hand
now she is gone
chasing madly after
hobo down the street
Author's Note: This post is for D'verse Poets Pub: Poetics. Prompt is Silent Movies of Charlie Chaplin (clip from A Woman in Paris)
Also shared with Poetry Jam. Hosted by Evelyn - prompt is Humor in Poems.
picture credit: from here
how do i begin
ReplyDeletetell her she got me at
palm of her hand
i like that
that little clip said so much didn't it? I like your play on 'silent affections'.
ReplyDeleteHesitance proves that she lost what she had at the palm of her hand, didn't it? What a great response to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteBeth
I love those eyes and the way you described them and her.
ReplyDeleteYou open so well:
she is full of allure
sultry black eyes
dark teasing lips
and it was smoothed all through.
Thank you, well done.
brilliant from start to finish...spot on my friend :)
ReplyDeleteGood one... She sounds like quite the character.
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chasing madly hobo down the street, I know that woman, I've seen her.
ReplyDeleteVery cool and sleek writing - capturing a zany dame - nice write heaven
ReplyDeleteWow. I love this: "she wants my
ReplyDeletebold wordy intentions"
~ safehousepoetry.wordpress.com
She had "it," didn't she. She had to say with her face what later stars -- Marilyn Monroe -- could say with her voice and her body.
ReplyDeleteGood poem.
Wonderfully captured right from the get go.
ReplyDeleteOh, wow, this is excellent,truly excellent. I can picture the scene.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your wonderful comments everyone. I appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteI play the sax
ReplyDeletecool tunes to woo
but no, she wants my
bold wordy intentions
brimming of theatrics
ReplyDeletea day with her
drama and angst....
At first I thought, "Why is Heaven writing about me - I'm not the prompt. I'm the host!" (smiles)
In all seriousness...
silent affections and wordy intentions - what a deep and meaningful contrast. What do women really want - even in today's time?
And the last stanza is a hoot - I actually laughed outloud. Thanks, Heaven, this was great.
yes it feels like universal folly =)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this, don't know why my last line didn't show up, sorry for the error (I didn't mean to just quote a stanza back at you). In response, me too.
ReplyDeleteYep, even in the good old days, they still knew how to 'use' good old sexy looks too. :) Nice piece.
ReplyDeleteGreat take on that clip. Something just amusing in that picture of him playing his little horn and ignoring her frenzy--and her giving up her dignity to chase down her pearls...you paint it well, Heaven.
ReplyDeleteI like it! Clever piece, Heaven.
ReplyDeleteGreat take on the muse. Wordy declarations of love are so difficult when you haven't found your voice yet.
ReplyDeletenice heaven...easy come easy go eh? not sure if i feel bad for the hobo though...esp with out as sure of her necessities...smiles.
ReplyDeleteI like the irony of "bold, wordy intentions" in a silent film! Fun.
ReplyDeleteThis was a fun piece, and what a great picture! I love the way you describe her in those first two stanzas :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery - I can see her :)
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza is perfect! Brought a smile.
ReplyDeleteHa, I bet she broke lots of hearts. Very nice photo and your description was spot on. A great and enjoyable presentation.
ReplyDeleteAh Lulu -- and all of you other pre-Code silent starlets --you were a doozy of a floozy. Without words the eyes speak volumes. And you always ended up with the happy fool, an everyman just like plain ole bumbling me. Loved it. -- Brendan
ReplyDeleteA sketch in monotone...
ReplyDeleteWonderful! Love the throw to the hobo, and yes, I'm smiling. Awesome play on the prompt, lady!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant depiction of this dark, mercurial siren. I love the final stanza's funny twist.
ReplyDeleteDavid
She really does look like she's full of allure.
ReplyDeleteWonderful ....love the hobo line :) happy Sunday !
ReplyDeleteGreat portrait of the lady in the picture, though by the last line I am not sure if she is a lady. Whimsical and lyrical, a fun poem.
ReplyDeleteHeavens,
ReplyDeleteHow cruel it was! She was such a dish, so alluring and so pretty. She was heavenly!
Hank
beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAn interesting portrait in a humorous way. Like it
ReplyDeletei think lots of women chased that hobo down the street. what a cool hobo chaplin was. no cool hobo characters in mainstream movies or television these days. it's no mistake.
ReplyDeleteOh, this is delicious! I love the pearls, and especially her chasing after a hobo. Charlie, get back here!
ReplyDeleteLove the vampy photo of Theda Bara, too! That is her isn't it?
Chic and cool and courageous, just like her!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your wonderful comments.
ReplyDeleteFireblossom: No this is not Theda Bara. I can understand why you thought of Theda as she started the sex siren image in silent movies.
stunning humor.
ReplyDeleteshe is beautiful after all.
perfect talent and humor.
ReplyDeleteFunny Bunny Fridays week 2 is open for humor entries right now,
Welcome in,
It is never too late to share a laughter with your peer bloggers.
Keep smiling.
Bless your Tuesday.
xoxox
I was really stumped by that dverse prompt.
ReplyDeletegreat work!
i have not watched "a woman in paris" but i see how closely this poem relate with the picture. there is a hidden sense of humor too which makes this a joyous read.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem full of great description.
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