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Holographic Lipstick
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Holographic Lipstick |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Holographic Lipstick By: Noah Eaton 5/20/06 Subconscious sunburns, discharging lemon Slush Puppie iridescence, touches up her whimsical dimples, where final fantasies are in attendance, she’s a cookie tooth sleuth, speckled with banana chip freckles, bathing secret solstices away in Miriam’s Well, with singing seahorses and the laughing gull. Cotton candy unicorn getaways, hightailing between soft-boiled wonderlands, stardust spills from each sebaceous gland, when she is queen of her motherland, canary princes and flowering quinces, loiter in her childlike wildlife, she says the Blue Fairy has a sapphire castle, in the southern pinwheel galaxy, wants to fly there on the back of a Chinese dragon kite. Kissing the sun, with holographic lipstick, she makes my heart frog kick, double quick, she’s a maid of the water’s daughter, she’s the nymph of the Nixies, she’s my itty-bitty, dixie pixie gypsy… Born to be the vixen of the Vardogls, landing triple axels when the moon is full, her altruism can inspire peace even within the Unseelie Court, the valedictorian of her April Fools’ Choir School, she’s a gossamer connoisseur of the Pacific silver firs, giving the valleys a good dose of good karma, stepping into the platter of this Fair Lady, to taste of her lips poppy oil and sugar in the raw… Kissing the sun, with holographic lipstick, she makes my heart frog kick, double quick, she’s a maid of the water’s daughter, she’s the nymph of the Nixies, she’s my itty-bitty, dixie pixie gypsy… Gypsy butterfly, slowly and sweetly, pirouette on my tongue, indiscreetly, completely, and I’ll rest your blithesome body, upon my brightest magnellanic cloud, glass blowing cocoa plum kingdoms, having our romantic imaginations think out loud. Kissing the sun, with holographic lipstick, she makes my heart frog kick, double quick, she’s a maid of the water’s daughter, she’s the nymph of the Nixies, she’s my itty-bitty, dixie pixie gypsy... ...with holographic lipstick... ...holographic lipstick... ...holographic lipstick... ...holographic lipstick... . . . "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" Mother Teresa |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Hi, Noah! With a title like that, how could anyone not be curious to read the poem! One thing is for certain, the right side of your brain was working over-time for this psychedelic fun 'n fluff! Another scintilating ride on your magic carpet of words!  Love you, my angel friend! Linda  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
 Linda's right - it was a magic carpet ride. Your title caught my eye because I started to write about "lipstick" - got sidetracked though and perhaps just as well because it wouldn't have been as much fun as this. Well done and thanks!Helen |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Noah!! It's an incredible work, a fantastic ride on your unique visions and rhythms. Simply gorgeous. You are a big linguistic challenge for me too ... bathing secret solstices away in Miriam’s Well, with singing seahorses and the laughing gull. Love and hugs. Bravo! Margherita |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
 oh my, but this one is a fantasy in pink and I'm seeing some giant plastic lips grinning and smacking the blue pages with a kiss from your fantasy flower girl Noah, you are a trip |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed |
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