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Click hereSolitaire Rose: Diamonds
A Card is laid before her, on the bar.
"How would you like to be a Movie Star?"
Said a well dressed man extending his hand.
She daintily reached and shook with the man.
"You are kidding?" She took the card and read.
"Albert Armstrong talent agent," he said.
He was charming, handsome and sat down.
Turned to the bartender and ordered a round.
His arm slid around her like a snakes crawl.
The diamond on his finger look like a small ball.
"I want'a make you a star if you don't mind cozy?"
His cell phone rang and his cheeks turned rosey.
He answered his wife's call and withdrew his arm.
Slithering away was diamonds in bedroom stars.
Snickering in the dim club lights raising a toast
discarding diamonds for passion, a soltaire rose.
This read like a mixture of your two trademarks - a cup of stanzas in fable form blended with just a pinch of zen. It made Me smile and feel good and that's all the taste of a poem I need to give it a 5. Thanks for the new recipe and the grin, Art!
Vixxx
It might not be zen
but as in the "club"
it's still vision
fresh and unclouded.
Let us see more.
It's an amusing anecdote, but could use a little bit more work. The necessity of rhyme forced some awkward choices on several occasions, and the pivoting into the last stanza felt hurried. All things considered, though, not a bad effort.