An homage to the golden days of Hollywood, and the sultry sirens that sizzled on the big silver screen.
goddess of the silver screen
every man’s fantasy
luscious charms beguile bewitch
a most gorgeous mystery
golden lady of sensuous gaze
a beauty sure to mesmerize
face sculpted by a master’s hand
so seductive as to scandalize
her stare whispers come hither boy
as it floats above a comely pout
spellbound by her big magic eyes
she holds your soul with no way out
her tongue tip teases her top lip’s. edge
like a supple paintbrush flowing
this woman-girl’s smile will hypnotize
then wrap around you knowing
you are now her helpless captive
quite hopelessly addicted
in the velvet grip of this smoldering vamp
but is she an angel — or fiery wicked
rob kistner © 2021
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“She holds your soul with no way out”….ain’t that the truth for many a man?! I love how you have so amazingly captured her beauty and it’s guiles in this gorgeous poem Rob!
Thank you Carrie… :). That is classic beauty, so secuctive!
It surely is. Wishing you a good & safe weekend my friend.
Thank you Carrie, same to you. Me and my family are going to be watching the inauguration of JoMala all day Wednesday — we are already celebrating… it’s better’n New Years, cause this will truly mark a new beginning… 4-years rid of Uncle Chubby the Carrot-head.
There is a captivating feeling being sunk in the dark before people projected so perfectly & you caught it here.
Thank you Chrissa.
Wouldn’t you like to know! Hehe. Love this, Rob. “Bewitched, Bothered & Bewildered” is such a great song. I’ve got a favorite version of it by Rosemary Clooney in my collection.
Don’t know why Shay, but this picture stoked my Gwen Stefani fantasy. George’s aunt really slayed with her version of bewitched — for sure.
She’s an angel with a streak of passionate she-devil, well done, Rob.
Thank you Helen… 🙂
You captured her charms so well, Rob. That innocent, come-hither look sure to be the stuff of young men’s dreams!
Thank you Bev. Her eyes are massive soul pools.
Nice form for a nice form. Enjoyed this!
Thank you Zander.
Ah, we live but in dreams… sometimes! As always, well done.
Dreams are the atrium of infinity Charley, and thank you.
Somehow, it seems to me the stars of my youth glittered more brightly than the stars of today.
I am left without words Sherry. Screen stars of the past were larger than life.
A sparkling tribute to the stars of the silver screen, Rob. I still enjoy those old black and white films, even the silent ones, in which the stars were so much more mysterious than they are now.
The day of the “Movie Star” has faded into time Kim. Whether that’s good or bad — who knows?
Ah! The silver screen and the temptation and need for what we do not have. As a teenager I fell in love with almost every female actress until I realised they were not real!
It’s tge illusion that grabs at us OE.
H.O.T work, RK.
You capture ‘her’ well, and communicate your rapture exceedingly well.
I think your closing question’s irrelevant, though. I mean, who cares? She gotcha & you wanna be got, so…
Thanks Ron… 🙂 yes I guess once your got, your had!
I have a feeling that once you are in her grip, it doesn’t really matter if she’s an angel or not. 😉
Depends on what type of devil perhaps Magic? 😉
Wonderful!
Thank you qbit!
Oh the joy of those who can bind you with velvet rope and the desire to never escape. You have captured the glory and beauty of those beautiful actresses who owned the screen.
Thank you Susie… 🙂
Bewitching filled with passion. I always enjoy reading your offerings. Dreams of the silver screen…
Thank you True… 🙂
you capture, so very well, her enchanting features
Thank you Larry.
This was a time before too much censorship took hold of the industry–they were indeed sultry goddesses–
They were indeed larger than the confines and conventions of life Audrey.
Images of the captured beauty of several actresses came to mind as I read this.
“Addicted” by the images on the screen? I may be guilty of that.
Hi Joel. Yes, the dark of a movie theater is a perfect environment for fantasizing.
She looks a bit startled to me.
But very inspirational to you!
Hi Rosemary. I was not responding to the specific photo here. I saw this image as representative of an era of femme fatale Hollywood “movie stars”, it was this collective I was addressing with this piece.
Temptress! 🙂 I love the oxymoron feel of her ‘velvet grip.’
Yes Hazel. I thought the contrast was interesting. This is what seduction is, reaching to grip with a velvet hand. And like the Beatles say… “She’s well-acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand.” The big silver screen in Hollywood’s heyday was rife with “velvet hand” romance.
We watch old Jack Benny programs when things get hard up around here. This sounds like a dream he might have.
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Thank you for visiting. Never know Jim…
these goddesses of the silver screen, whether from the West or the East, are indeed every man’s fantasy. but i think the stars of today cannot compare to the screen stars of yesteryears. their mystique and larger-than-life persona is something else.
thank you for the poem, i enjoyed reading it. 🙂
You are welcome bSnake, and yes, the mysterious stars of that bygone era are just that — gone… killed by cable and the internet
Those golden age Hollywood stars (and not a few of today’s modern ones) are masters of the art of putting so much in a simple facial expression.
Thanks for visiting Rommy. Quality acting is craft not easily mastered.
She’s probably a bit of both angel and devils. And it’s very likely that those captured by her eyes don’t care which.
I really like the rhythm of this one, Rob, like a chant made especially for spellbinding.
Thank you Magaly, sincerely.I am pleased this worked for you… ,
This is so well done, Rob. I look at this picture, and I want a long gown of satin, with pearls that reach into my lap, and a silver cigarette holder. This is so vivid!
Thank you Sara! I love the Art Deco period. Back in the 70’s, my then wife and I, stalked 2nd hand shops, thrift stores, and flea markets — to find, repair, and re-sell the svelte, stylish evening gowns, furs, and jewelry of the 20’s, 30’s, and 40’s. We called our little enterprise “Pam’s Glams” because her name was Pamela. I also found a few Chryselephantine sculptures, which were beautiful. It was a blast.