Poem

Gypsy

Playing the Spanish guitar

His soft black hair flying in the wind

Mad eyes.

By: Laura Parker

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Fog

Here it comes
Looking like a giant cloud of smoke rolling over the water
Suffocating the mouth of the harbor
The vapor creeps over the jagged monstrous rocks
A low long hum from a horn blows its warning
A mysterious mist appears at my door
A salty kiss upon my lips
A tingling spray caresses my skin
A tender dew strokes my hair
A veil of grey forever my home
Fog.

By: Laura Parker

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Stallion

Power she straddles
Beauty moving in passion conquering all
Wind strokes her hair
Free from no escape.

By: Laura Parker

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Fashion is Dead

His fashion runway was a wonderland

Remembering skyscraper jagged brick like heels glowing in the dark of Plato’s Atlantis
On a giant chessboard, robotic beauty and chaotic color prints would make their moves
A red slinky satin gown and a soaring feather would breathe flames of fire
Sending electrical shocks out into the fashion world, his hologram creation of Kate Moss flew like an angel

No do not compare him to Versace!
Versace lost running from a gun,
A Creator lost from the tying of his own noose
His riskiest creation
His final creation
His body dead
His mind immortal

Haute couture will live on forever.

Alexander McQueen March 17 1969-February 11, 2010

By: Laura Parker

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”- T.S. Eliot”

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RUSH

Yesterday silver platter awaits her at the gate

Rush of glitter shoots up through her mind
she thinks she can fly
affectionate shivers
evaporated pain could care less if she dies

Tomorrow waves and she come face to face
Scrubbing off dragons and ghosts she no longer chooses to chase

Colliding together fear and strength
she smashes the waves and they smash her down

Mind and ocean exchange a glance
Sees her chance

Underwater calm
Her mind embraces the sound of the rush
looks up through the water at the blurry sunlight aglow
breaks through the surface, releases her breath
inhales the rush of life entering into her soul

Today Black Stallion awaits her at the gate

Materialized

The challenges of the path she chose to take.

By: Laura Parker