"caddies" poems
~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
Though glass, it is rimmed with gold
around the cup, handle and even the
saucer. Skilfully painted chrysanthemums
of various shades; the vermilion horizon,
Spring's honey, songbird's magenta,
sangria's fine wine, a parakeet's breast
and the Aegean sea.
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And then, there are three sightly tea
caddies with lacquered wooden bodies;
one rosewood with red dancing fans,
one burr-oak with golden mountainous
landscape and one maple wood with
green bamboo. Ainhana gently removes
each of their lids by using the cloth, and
presents the pearls that were wrapped
in sun-kissed foil.
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She first lifts the rosewood caddy towards
me. I close my eyes and focus on the scent.
Without peeling back the foil, I know. It takes
me to the far distant Province of Yunnan,
past the snow-kissed mountains and rice
terraces to a very still lake. I noticed that
it began to bubble before a large splash
rose.
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At that moment, I meet the lake's Guardian,
the Imperial Wingless Dragon of legend.
With its wet emerald-kissed scales drinking
the sunlight. It's great body now entwined
in a wispy clouds as it stares at me with
eyes of liquid moons. Its tail crowned
with a peacock feathered eye-spot whips
around in the air, leaving an iridescent
trail of colours.
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With a great leap, he soars through
the air, trumpeting his great roar
that rattles the skies. Just as quickly
as he rose, he descends down with
a Pearl Moon in his brown claw. By
the stroke of its sienna-brown whisker,
the small Moon cracks, presenting me
it's contents, a long kept secret.
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The pearls are the colour of seaweed
with streaks of yellow and burnt umber.
With earthy notes whirls around my
nose, along with some floral sweetness,
burnt caramel licks, dragon spice and
a wisp of apricot. Ah, so I see! One great
guarded secret that he reveals to me!
His best pearls ferment in the womb
of the Moons! Purified by the Star
Virtues of Elysia's Harmony!
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'Wonderfully rich Pu-erh Pearls,'
I say, my eyes now open.
'My Lady's nose is as sharp as ever!'
'I just know my tea,' I chuckle, 'it's
very unique in smell and taste. I will
save such fine broth for another day.'
Ainhana nods, places on the tray and
lift the burr-oak caddy. I close my
eyes once again and my mind
wanders yet again.
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
It was a scam, a sham
The flimmiest of flams
There was more pork there
Than a Christmas ham.
It’s nothing but a racket
Stuff it all into a big packet
And put into a time capture
Leave it until the rapture
Where it can’t hurt anybody
Then, fix yourself a hot toddy
And laugh about how shoddy
Future folks will think we are.
They won’t be wrong by far.
They’ll marvel at how many
Candidates worth a penny,
Or less, showed up to run
Like the whole thing was fun
And better than a TV show.
How could they tumble for
Not that good of a governor
Didn’t know what lips are for
Or what to say on the floor
Yet some wanted her to run?
What fun the press had with
Filling up the internet bandwidth
With screeching permutations
Of tired old KKK reiterations
Of the wonderful Aryan nation
The South advocated before
We had us a big-ass ugly war.
It’s like they didn’t know they lost
And were prepared to pay the cost
To do it all over again, not just men
But women too, who shouldn’t do
Because they were not part of
The government to be started up.
It was rather Alice In Wonderland,
The fuzzy details of their whole plan.
Certain things were carved in stone.
Some should go back to an age of stone
And forever leave the real people alone.
Because they’d shout out now and then
That this world was meant for white men
To run and control and own. Nothing tribal.
They said it was written in their Bible
Which was obvious they never really read
Or they would know what it really said
About helping the poor, the halt and lame.
They went on doing harm in the name
Of the King of Passion and Rescue
Saying that was the wrong thing to do.
They insisted they could do what pleases
And it should have nothing to do with Jesus.
It’s all about who is rich and who is not
And who doesn’t need what they have got:
All the good land and the mineral rights.
The rest can just stay up nights working
Two jobs, maybe three, they didn’t care.
Those pundits had to start somewhere.
Let those dishwashers and caddies
Go get their own filthy rich daddies
To leave them accounts full of millions
So they could hire undocumented millions
To build their dynasties of marble and gold.
Really, folks. This story never gets old.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
Forgotten art of demonic friendships
With baddie caddies and the absent masculine control of the black liquiline emotions
Pooled around a hair mask, it stripped away all the gaudy binds
The devil is really a concept that one should never be denied
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
You can call me your teacher,
who taught you things you've never known
You can call me your travel buddy,
who takes you to places you've never been
You can call me your dream weaver,
who help you build your dreams
You can call me your chef,
who feeds you with delicious food
You can call me your preacher,
the one who caddies you to the house of God
You can call me your singer,
who sings to you melodies you've never heard
You can call me your book,
whom you read page by page but with no ending
You can call me your psychologist,
the one who analizes your character deeply
You can call me your mirror,
for you bare everything to me that no one will ever know
You can call me your match,
that lights up fast when you need a fire
You can call me your pillow,
the one you hug at night to hide in it's fluffiness
You can call me your blanket,
the one who gives you warmth inside and out
You can call me your home,
for I am your shelter when you are lost
You can call me...
The one who stays behind your back
The one who holds you invisibly
The only one who speaks your language
or your soul mate
But I want you to call me...
The one who never left, just like the way you want me to...
Eternally! ✨
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
So I've got this weird thing for olda daddies
I like that they're bald and ride around with the caddies
At the golf course on Sundays
Probably with they're olda babies
(which really means wife)
But that doesn't phase me!
Sometimes an olda daddy isn't even really an olda daddy
Sometimes it's my good friend Max,
but that doesn't make him too happy
Sometimes it's my friend Even,
But Ev the man doesn't mind!
He's got cool olda daddy hair and a fresh olda daddy mind!
He embraces his oldest olda daddy self!
He knows whats up!
He feels rich in his olda daddy wealth!
Because, not all of my friends are olda daddies
And Even is aware of this, his girlfriend is Cassie
And that's my friend too, don't get me wrong
But Cassie's a younga babby, this is a whole different song
We sing together, we drop all the baby beats
We'll drop them on you any time that we please
You never know what to expect from us younga babies
We show up out of nowhere and drive you mad crazy
That's what's so special about us babies in the world
Doesn't matter who you are, boy or girl
Everyone on earth gets pretty weird sometimes,
But us babies take the cup! That should ease your mind anytime!
Olda this, olda that, younga who, younga why
Come on gang, let yourself go!
I want to see you all give your inner baby it's best try!
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
My Pantry
I panicked in the storm, afraid
nothing to bargain or trade
sustenance or reprieve
bewildered and bereaved
to acquire or do without
I walked for miles in doubt
through the tempestuous skies
I looked at the field behind my eyes
I circled around and found
my pantry still abound
the sheesham shelves were old
the walls covered in mold
a smiling monsoon
coconut ladoos likened to the moon
stolen biscuit jars
they’d travelled from afar
half eaten cadbury’s bars
reminiscent of sibling wars
jars of kindness
marmalade bitter and timeless
pickles of surprise
cakes made of rice
curiosity in spice caddies
an old healer of maladies
my fears left me to wander
my will now fed and stronger
I had no reason to despair
my pantry overflowing, I had so much to share
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC