Ma Diva veut être meublée de parenthèses
De ïambes de jade meuble aux couleurs de toutes les toques
Et manches et casaques de l 'arc-en-ciel
Toque blanche manches vertes et casaque noire,
Toque rose manches blanches et casaque verte.
A l'intérieur des petites lunes enchantées
Entre losanges, étoiles et petits pois
Ma diva, oh la vilaine, a mis des accolades et des crochets
De jade blanc, digressions ponctuées périodiquement
Par d'exquises parties de ïambes en l'air.
Qui dit ïambe dit trochée
(me suis-je permis de préciser)
Et qui dit ïambe et trochée dit scansion
Alternance dans le pied, donc dans la marche
Dans le pas cadencé, l 'amble, le trot et le galop
De la respiration longue et brève des solipèdes.
A l 'intérieur des parenthèses enchantées
Entre une espace et l 'autre de l 'écurie
J'ai vu danser ainsi une diva de forte encolure
Revendiquée modèle de Botero
Embarquer en longe un soleil pas trop chaud
Pour égayer le paddock de son haras
De vieilles pierres et de prés, de sous-bois et de beaux paysages
De musées et de concerts et de galipettes
Au bras d'un cavalier épicurien
Dragon de paille, bon à tout faire :
Lad qui la sorte à la longe
En chemise polaire de luxe
Cavalier qui la monte
Au grand steeple-chase de l'immortalité
En cajolant ses flancs de liqueur de jade blanche
Et en même temps groom qui la soigne
En divaguant en elle au gré de ses envies
De pierre semi-précieuse en transe.
Tu te dis enrobée, ma tigresse
J 'ai beau purger les yeux
Pour tenter de voir à travers ton sari de soie blanc céladon
Je ne décèle dans tes dessous
Que ton parfum de tigresse furtive et changeante
Chevauchant ton dragon de jade
Dans une jungle inhabitée.
C'est ainsi qu'on te décrit à chaque illumination
C 'est ainsi qu'évidemment tu te sens
Parfum Extraordinaire ... by Fabergé
Autour de ta taille j 'ai cru voir
Une chaîne d'argent massif où pend une fiole de jade
En forme de dent de tigre .
A l 'intérieur que sais je ?
J 'imagine de l 'eau bénite
Une capsule de cyanide ?
Ou des résidus de jus de jade
Au cas où
En cas de besoin
Sur la route ?
Sur ton *****
Un tatouage :
Un porc-épic qui feule
Hérissant et jetant ses épines
Avec comme devise
Qui s'y frotte s'y pique !
Je meurs d'envie
Que tu m'intronises dans ton ordre secret
Je meurs d'envie
D'être adoubé chevalier de l'ordre du porc-épic
Je meurs d'envie
Que, nue, tu te présentes,
Ma tigresse quatre en une ,
Dans l'un ou l 'autre
De tes plus simples appareils :
Tigresse en nourrice,
Tigresse dans sa tanière,
Tigresse en laisse
All I wanted was a jade dragon
To give to the most beautiful girl in the world
With golden silk for hair and eyes resembling Fine China
To be honest I would give her the world if I could.
I would climb all the mountains in Tibet, to find a flower as beautiful as her
I would go diving in obsedian seas to find pearls to match her porcelain skin.
I’d go all over China to find a dress made of silk to go along with her hair which shines brighter than the sun.
All I wanted was a jade dragon to reciprocate my love
emerald linen edged with jade
a book titled with my name
and it’s heavy.
i flip through the pages
but they’re blank.
or maybe they’re written
in a way i cannot see
or maybe it was never written at all.
or maybe it’s a reflection,
an empty book, an empty me.
& maybe I’ll write it someday.
I had the pleasure of working with Boi again! This time I shared my poem and he gave me some awesome ideas for adding more concrete images into the poem. If you'd like to check out Boi's awesome work, you can find it here: https://hellopoetry.com/swoopingevil/
Thank you, Boi!
a book with my name on it.
i flip through the pages.
but they're blank
or maybe i just can't read them
or maybe it was never written
and maybe i'll write it one day.
I didn't grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth
Mine was made of diamond, sapphire, ruby, and jade
Far more precious than those spoons of silver and gold
Because I didn't know money
But I knew love
The most precious gem that you can't buy
When you speak I see cascades of life.
Life and light tend to look the same.
Your light is turquoise and the color of jade sitting just beneath the surface of choppy water.
When you speak I feel heat.
You have yet to burn me.
You are the steady warmth of new born embers of a fire
yet to blaze. When you speak I smell salt water.
Even with a sting, you’re the most refreshing thing.
The ocean is not as paradoxical as your passionately
calm surface. When you speak I taste loneliness.
Bitter sweet like underripe tangerines.
I cannot know this beautiful mind of yours without encountering cold, rusty, metal walls
When you speak I hear midnight.
You know how to play the silences.
I hold my breath waiting for the next sentence you’re carefully, mysteriously orchestrating. Whisper or shout
speak to me againHole in my heart
Speak Karijinbba Beloved!
Never had a problem speaking was friendly yet cautious--bit shy when meeting people who seemed to have me under a microscope as an adult yet still enjoyed listening to them speak my true love was my best teacher in the above but he never hung around long enough to break the ice nor he just poped the question I was to beg cry sing for him ask him to marry me but I was a hybrid ET Cindi couldn't order the mice to help me out much less ask a king to be mine
i observed body language what they say and not say i deciphered the in betweens the thing NOT revealed All gets recorded in our memory bank. As a child I was silenced in a nunnery five years not allowed to speak but only with Yes or No by an evil nun as a hate crime.a form of turture
The subconscious sees hears feels tastes eats drinks it all-it's our photografic memory recorder for everything good and. bad!
We get to experience, right?
the tangible and intangible things we are that thing which God created in his image I did learn to Speak read even other languages in time i overcame that grip of evil, uderdtanding the beauty and ugliness in SIlence!. By the way Karijin my poetic nick name is a lovely hole in Australia it looks like a woomb giving birth to blue waters a honeymoon trip I missed along with my beloved groom Pc/rk.
~All tights received.~
Frightening cold is the grim of night
Tightened soft shoulders I noticed, glanced upon hers
Her head shaken's loosely as she begins to sway side to side
Arm's raised, she begins to make the stance and the people move
Hopping from one gallant twirl to the other
The muse move's her like a puppet of song
Graceful is light of the night
"What's your name, where you from"
Bold green jaded eyes, she speaks
Insignificant details I reckon, how?
"2 hours a day, in my room" she replied
Hard work pays truly pays off, I thought
So many different bright lights strobed through this land
There was only one in my eyes,
That shined brightest through the dark
I had a great time at EDC this year, meeting lots of new people and bonding with a few of old.
Jade is very lucky man
a man people treat with value
a man people will **** for
A man people cherish
A man with everyhtig anyone could wish for,
A man of value, life, happiness.
A man people will do anything to get
Jade is a very unlucky man
A man with no life.
A man of no understanding of life
a simple stone
a man that has no experience of life
A proud man who just waits for people to fight for it
A man who indirectly kills
A man with no thoughts or imagination for he is treated like a god
Jade is created by humans, nourished by humans and destroyed by human
What an unlucky man jade is
However, jade has a very undemanding life
he does not have to obey any human being
it is not obliged to any human
free, easy and peaceful.
Jade is a man that is lucky
Jade is a man that is unlucky
Jade is a man with an undemanding life
because it has no breathe like that of a man
I haven’t something strong enough
To break your jaded heart
But maybe if I shine bright
And your colors dance beneath my light
You’ll understand despite the stone
How beautiful I think you are
I have a very amazing partner who has gone through some things in their life. As a result they have grown hardened to certain things. Despite that, even so, they are beyond one of the most beautiful beings I've ever had the pleasure of converging with. If I never find the words to truly convey how I feel about them, I would gladly spend the foreseeable future, at the very least, trying my best.
crime, staring competitions, tears.
these small things that lead us further
into the fog, closer to the moths,
attached at the hip, nothing new.
nothing blue, always red.
your guitar rips through the
navy skyline, alerting the stars of war,
violet mornings creeping over the
trees as sleep envelops your eyes.
i've dreamed of something like
this, but i got more than i asked for.
i'd never go back.
i'd never go back to that place where you
don't exist, the dark, the damp, the treacherous.
becoming a threat, was the purple leaves and blinding snow.
but the next morning was lined with amnesia, we both forgave;
but we'll never forget.