"kapok" poems - Hello Poetry

Often times I’m staring Awing in the curves of full blooming lips Carved jawbone covered with deepening dark moss The journey through the damp forest after warm rain It is all awake alive and breathing clearly Rising and falling like the rare drops from deciduous leaves I cannot tell you how inhuman you feel to me Your skin darkens around your eyes from nights up Long evenings too many and whiskey that never even made it to a cup Sometimes I cannot break a gaze from the casement around your pupil The pools of honey drip further toward me My feet find it impossible to remove themselves So much like quicksand but sweet calming and warm Smooth and simplistic in youth the way skin drapes Hangs over structured bones in the most phenomenal way Just as your eyes are lavished in graham brown You stay glowing even in the cold weather from blessed ancestry Down to tender arteries and muscle where I’ve placed lips a thousand times Shoulders swoop outwards like broad boulders Distinguishable markers play connect the dots toward inked surfaced skin Permanence of scarred lines forming a hot air balloon and anchor pulling it down It’s from your favorite band, I’m noticing synapses collide on the concept Elongated extended vines lead to tools that hold and create masterpieces Strong slender hands with fingertips that press and pluck strings Coat themselves with paint on late evening or early mornings Tread lightly on my skin and illuminate my face with a coaxing touch You are the rain forest from sunrise My heart thumps to the sense of danger behind a corner But I know such things and if they were to **** me, I would be treasured in becoming a tall Kapok With roots buried miles deep

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Sep 19, 2015

Sep 19, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC

kristeng9

The Rain Forest

Often times I’m staring Awing in the curves of full blooming lips Carved jawbone covered with deepening dark moss The journey through the damp forest after warm rain It is all awake alive and breathing clearly Rising and falling like the rare drops from deciduous leaves I cannot tell you how inhuman you feel to me Your skin darkens around your eyes from nights up Long evenings too many and whiskey that never even made it to a cup Sometimes I cannot break a gaze from the casement around your pupil The pools of honey drip further toward me My feet find it impossible to remove themselves So much like quicksand but sweet calming and warm Smooth and simplistic in youth the way skin drapes Hangs over structured bones in the most phenomenal way Just as your eyes are lavished in graham brown You stay glowing even in the cold weather from blessed ancestry Down to tender arteries and muscle where I’ve placed lips a thousand times Shoulders swoop outwards like broad boulders Distinguishable markers play connect the dots toward inked surfaced skin Permanence of scarred lines forming a hot air balloon and anchor pulling it down It’s from your favorite band, I’m noticing synapses collide on the concept Elongated extended vines lead to tools that hold and create masterpieces Strong slender hands with fingertips that press and pluck strings Coat themselves with paint on late evening or early mornings Tread lightly on my skin and illuminate my face with a coaxing touch You are the rain forest from sunrise My heart thumps to the sense of danger behind a corner But I know such things and if they were to **** me, I would be treasured in becoming a tall Kapok With roots buried miles deep

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Andrew Gn Probably the most prolific Singaporean designer, Gn graduated from the renowned Saint Martins School of Art and Design in London and the Domus Academy in Milan before joining Emanuel Ungaro in 1992. He launched his namesake label in 1996, establishing a fan base among the Parisian high society and A-list celebrities such as Jessica de Rothschild and Sarah Jessica Parker for his luxurious fabrics and exquisite embellishments. Gn was awarded the President’s Design Award in 2007 and is stocked in all the major continents, with his atelier based in the Le Marais district in Paris. Ashley Isham The other Singaporean high fashion designer to hit big time in the international circuit, Isham established his namesake label in London in 2000, and is a show fixture at London Fashion Week. The label is known for its sharp, contemporary tailoring and high-octane glamour, and is a hit among film, TV and music stars as well as British royalty. Aijek Self-taught designer Danelle Woo creates easy-breezy, ultra-feminine pieces in sustainable fabrics. Aijek is stocked at multi-label boutiques in China, Hong Kong, Malaysia, Indonesia, Latin America, the Middle East and the United States. Depression The neo-Gothic ready-to-wear label’s stark, minimalist designs are stocked in Hong Kong, Belgium, Japan and the U.S., and counts celebrities like Adam Lambert and The Black-Eyed Peas as fans. Sabrina Goh The feted Singaporean designer stocks her easy-to-wear pieces from her namesake label at multi-label boutiques in the United States, the Fred Segal store in Japan and a London-based online store Not Just A Label. Max Tan The avant-garde label features experimental silhouettes and a contemporary artistic flair, and is stocked in Europe, the Middle East, San Francisco and Taiwan. Benjamin Barker This stylish menswear brand founded by designer Nelson Yap in 2009 now has two stores in Melbourne and offers custom tailoring as well. It also offers shipping to Australia and New Zealand via its website BenjaminBarker.co. . In Good Company The well-loved minimalist label with unusual silhouettes fronted by designers Sven Tan and Kane Tan is stocked in Hong Kong at Kapok, at various departmental stores in Jakarta, Indonesia, including Sogo, Seibu and Galleries Lafayette Jakarta and in New York’s Saks Fifth Avenue.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-sydney | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane

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Aug 19, 2016

Aug 19, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC

judy-smith

8 Singaporean designers who are also flying the flag high overseas

Andrew Gn Probably the most prolific Singaporean designer, Gn graduated from the renowned Saint Martins School of Art and Design in London and the Domus Academy in Milan before joining Emanuel Ungaro in 1992. He launched his namesake label in 1996, establishing a fan base among the Parisian high society and A-list celebrities such as Jessica de Rothschild and Sarah Jessica Parker for his luxurious fabrics and exquisite embellishments. Gn was awarded the President’s Design Award in 2007 and is stocked in all the major continents, with his atelier based in the Le Marais district in Paris. Ashley Isham The other Singaporean high fashion designer to hit big time in the international circuit, Isham established his namesake label in London in 2000, and is a show fixture at London Fashion Week. The label is known for its sharp, contemporary tailoring and high-octane glamour, and is a hit among film, TV and music stars as well as British royalty. Aijek Self-taught designer Danelle Woo creates easy-breezy, ultra-feminine pieces in sustainable fabrics. Aijek is stocked at multi-label boutiques in China, Hong Kong, Malaysia, Indonesia, Latin America, the Middle East and the United States. Depression The neo-Gothic ready-to-wear label’s stark, minimalist designs are stocked in Hong Kong, Belgium, Japan and the U.S., and counts celebrities like Adam Lambert and The Black-Eyed Peas as fans. Sabrina Goh The feted Singaporean designer stocks her easy-to-wear pieces from her namesake label at multi-label boutiques in the United States, the Fred Segal store in Japan and a London-based online store Not Just A Label. Max Tan The avant-garde label features experimental silhouettes and a contemporary artistic flair, and is stocked in Europe, the Middle East, San Francisco and Taiwan. Benjamin Barker This stylish menswear brand founded by designer Nelson Yap in 2009 now has two stores in Melbourne and offers custom tailoring as well. It also offers shipping to Australia and New Zealand via its website BenjaminBarker.co. . In Good Company The well-loved minimalist label with unusual silhouettes fronted by designers Sven Tan and Kane Tan is stocked in Hong Kong at Kapok, at various departmental stores in Jakarta, Indonesia, including Sogo, Seibu and Galleries Lafayette Jakarta and in New York’s Saks Fifth Avenue.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-sydney | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane

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~~ In the thick wet darkness Purple flowers are unknown Last songs of yellow days As if the anger of Lost spring, Standing at the end of the afternoon Embraces the eclipse Pale gray grass Dust dough days left alone Anguish drops around in the silence, As deep black clouds, That covers the sky With the blemish Drifted clouds drifting more Builds water flows Washes away A white rose And with the tears My white love Intact, Aloof But the lusterless time Moving with known unknown cradle Kapok, Flame-of-the-forest, Red Flamboyant Everything Stuck between Even my Eternal World Yet who calls from another way Not at the end of the bend, At the end of the way Even Earth Sun Moon, Where's all the ways mingle With so many different minds For another mystic reason ~~ @Musfiq us shaleheen

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Jun 1, 2016

Jun 1, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC

musfiq-us-shaleheen

Thick wet darkness

~~ In the thick wet darkness Purple flowers are unknown Last songs of yellow days As if the anger of Lost spring, Standing at the end of the afternoon Embraces the eclipse Pale gray grass Dust dough days left alone Anguish drops around in the silence, As deep black clouds, That covers the sky With the blemish Drifted clouds drifting more Builds water flows Washes away A white rose And with the tears My white love Intact, Aloof But the lusterless time Moving with known unknown cradle Kapok, Flame-of-the-forest, Red Flamboyant Everything Stuck between Even my Eternal World Yet who calls from another way Not at the end of the bend, At the end of the way Even Earth Sun Moon, Where's all the ways mingle With so many different minds For another mystic reason ~~ @Musfiq us shaleheen

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Enchanted shore descendant Branch upon the kapok tree In forests of El Yunque The coqui songs compelling me To write of the Taino sol Still burning to be free From The Lion's sword that bled The pages of our history Stolen land attendant Encomienda living property From roots of our ancestral bones Was grown the crown's economy Then baptized in the crosses' greed They cleansed us of our savagery A genocide of cultures made Them rich with inhumanity Kept at bay our independent Luminescent solidarity Then poured in streams of Lares cries To fields of pure cane tyranny Yet caverns of Camuy echoed The fleeting winds of liberty To tempest warships harboring A hurricane democracy By '98 dependent In '17 a new decree Final draft trenches fulfilled The ballot box with empty Then sharpened territory clause Reconstituted colony Campos prison cancer cell Vieques poisoned casualty Infecting the resplendent Contagious hope of sovereignty Pandemics of oppressions past Injecting present poverty Virulent exploitation plagues Still draining veins systemically Indebted to the parasites' Uncommon wealthy travesty

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Sep 25, 2016

Sep 25, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC

michael-marchese

Taino Sol

Enchanted shore descendant Branch upon the kapok tree In forests of El Yunque The coqui songs compelling me To write of the Taino sol Still burning to be free From The Lion's sword that bled The pages of our history Stolen land attendant Encomienda living property From roots of our ancestral bones Was grown the crown's economy Then baptized in the crosses' greed They cleansed us of our savagery A genocide of cultures made Them rich with inhumanity Kept at bay our independent Luminescent solidarity Then poured in streams of Lares cries To fields of pure cane tyranny Yet caverns of Camuy echoed The fleeting winds of liberty To tempest warships harboring A hurricane democracy By '98 dependent In '17 a new decree Final draft trenches fulfilled The ballot box with empty Then sharpened territory clause Reconstituted colony Campos prison cancer cell Vieques poisoned casualty Infecting the resplendent Contagious hope of sovereignty Pandemics of oppressions past Injecting present poverty Virulent exploitation plagues Still draining veins systemically Indebted to the parasites' Uncommon wealthy travesty

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The horse is dead. Long beyond flogging. It's skin was stripped by a couple of tanners. After being treated with tenderness. That horse was merely a hobby. An old broom handle. Minus emotions. A head full of kapok. And a heart made of wood. Nobody could love him. Nobody should. He ran around the stables. Knocking down the mares. Where once he had just knocked them up, As he was out to stud. The rag and bone man came to call. Saw him laying in the yard. Left his calling card. The child who once loved him so. Decided she must let him go. The rag man he received a call. Collected hobby horse. He gave her a bright and shiny quid. Slung him on the back of his cart. Stuck him in the shop window. While his mares passed by and laughed. By ladylivvi1 © 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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Dec 29, 2013

Dec 29, 2013 at 5:45 AM UTC

olivia-kent

The Horse that Once Was!

The horse is dead. Long beyond flogging. It's skin was stripped by a couple of tanners. After being treated with tenderness. That horse was merely a hobby. An old broom handle. Minus emotions. A head full of kapok. And a heart made of wood. Nobody could love him. Nobody should. He ran around the stables. Knocking down the mares. Where once he had just knocked them up, As he was out to stud. The rag and bone man came to call. Saw him laying in the yard. Left his calling card. The child who once loved him so. Decided she must let him go. The rag man he received a call. Collected hobby horse. He gave her a bright and shiny quid. Slung him on the back of his cart. Stuck him in the shop window. While his mares passed by and laughed. By ladylivvi1 © 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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so much time spent in forests maybe it was natural to want these plains of wheat, barley, rapeseed, concrete, but then, we build cities —we’re forest people still after the cedar, the oak after the oak, the pine, after the pine, the palm, the kapok… we’re good at turning things into names; at coding the world, then remaking it: we can cut an entire forest of kauri into the image of San Francisco

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Jun 11, 2015

Jun 11, 2015 at 7:47 AM UTC

simon-leake

Six Sketches for a Wake #5

so much time spent in forests maybe it was natural to want these plains of wheat, barley, rapeseed, concrete, but then, we build cities —we’re forest people still after the cedar, the oak after the oak, the pine, after the pine, the palm, the kapok… we’re good at turning things into names; at coding the world, then remaking it: we can cut an entire forest of kauri into the image of San Francisco

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Tila namanhid na ang babahaang landas walang patid ang agos ng luha, habang walang habas ang malupit na lilik-panggamas - patuloy ang tila nag-aamok na pagwasiwas. Kahit mura pa ang uhay ng nagbubuntis na palay Namúti na ang katiwala ng mga bunso't panganay: Walang sinanto ang pakay ng aninong sumalakay. Sinimot pati ipa. Ang imbakang burnay tuyung-tuyô, tila balóng patáy. Ubos na ang mga ninuno sa Purok Ang mga inanak at inapo, tila mga but-o ng kapok nangalat na sa malalayong pook Hindi na tumalab ang mga erihiyang tampok Ang lamping ibinalot, balót na ng usok. Ang binalot na kapirasong pusod, bakas na lamang ng balok. Karipas na ang binatilyong habol ang mutyang pailaya. May baon pang pagkain, pagsasaluhan pag nagkita Ngunit mabilis na napawi ang tanawing kasiya-siya Ang natapong lomi, natabunan na ng aspalto’t palitada kasama ng mga bakas nina Utoy at mga kabarkada sa ilang dekadang araw-araw na pagbagtas, nakasipit at gura mula sa Baryo Balintawak hanggang Lumang Baraka. Di na makilala. Wangis ay mistisong pilipit. Ay! Ay! Lipa!

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Dec 2, 2021

Dec 2, 2021 at 11:48 PM UTC

JunLit

Kapeng Barako XVII (Panahong Karipas)

Tila namanhid na ang babahaang landas walang patid ang agos ng luha, habang walang habas ang malupit na lilik-panggamas - patuloy ang tila nag-aamok na pagwasiwas. Kahit mura pa ang uhay ng nagbubuntis na palay Namúti na ang katiwala ng mga bunso't panganay: Walang sinanto ang pakay ng aninong sumalakay. Sinimot pati ipa. Ang imbakang burnay tuyung-tuyô, tila balóng patáy. Ubos na ang mga ninuno sa Purok Ang mga inanak at inapo, tila mga but-o ng kapok nangalat na sa malalayong pook Hindi na tumalab ang mga erihiyang tampok Ang lamping ibinalot, balót na ng usok. Ang binalot na kapirasong pusod, bakas na lamang ng balok. Karipas na ang binatilyong habol ang mutyang pailaya. May baon pang pagkain, pagsasaluhan pag nagkita Ngunit mabilis na napawi ang tanawing kasiya-siya Ang natapong lomi, natabunan na ng aspalto’t palitada kasama ng mga bakas nina Utoy at mga kabarkada sa ilang dekadang araw-araw na pagbagtas, nakasipit at gura mula sa Baryo Balintawak hanggang Lumang Baraka. Di na makilala. Wangis ay mistisong pilipit. Ay! Ay! Lipa!

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Ouate sacrée de fromager sauvage Déraciné, fossilisé, Les racines en l 'air Hors du sol, suspendues A des chaînes Elle survit pourtant Envers et contre tout. Dans ses contreforts Des offrandes déposées Et chaque fois qu 'elle s 'effiloche Chaque fois qu 'elle se désintègre Une autre prend comme par magie la relève Et perpétue son kapok centenaire. Ne lui demandez pas la couleur de son coton Demandez-lui la couleur du rhum épicé Pour soulager ses chaînes. Regarder des racines sèches ne fait pas repousser l 'arbre Regarder des cabosses au sol ne fait pas renaître le gui. Chevauchez les ouates farouches De mapou rouge Hantez de votre parade nuptiale Les fétiches qui hurlent dans la canopée En dansant le branle des paradisiers De ma Première Dame, De ma Grande Brigitte.

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Aug 25, 2019

Aug 25, 2019 at 5:37 AM UTC

cyclone-wolfok-baltimore

En dansant le branle des paradisiers

Ouate sacrée de fromager sauvage Déraciné, fossilisé, Les racines en l 'air Hors du sol, suspendues A des chaînes Elle survit pourtant Envers et contre tout. Dans ses contreforts Des offrandes déposées Et chaque fois qu 'elle s 'effiloche Chaque fois qu 'elle se désintègre Une autre prend comme par magie la relève Et perpétue son kapok centenaire. Ne lui demandez pas la couleur de son coton Demandez-lui la couleur du rhum épicé Pour soulager ses chaînes. Regarder des racines sèches ne fait pas repousser l 'arbre Regarder des cabosses au sol ne fait pas renaître le gui. Chevauchez les ouates farouches De mapou rouge Hantez de votre parade nuptiale Les fétiches qui hurlent dans la canopée En dansant le branle des paradisiers De ma Première Dame, De ma Grande Brigitte.

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Tila namanhid na ang babahaang landas walang patid ang agos ng luha, habang walang habas ang malupit na lilik-panggamas - patuloy ang tila nag-aamok na pagwasiwas. Kahit mura pa ang uhay ng nagbubuntis na palay Namúti na ang katiwala ng mga bunso't panganay: Walang sinanto ang pakay ng aninong sumalakay. Sinimot pati ipa. Ang imbakang burnay tuyung-tuyô, tila balóng patáy. Ubos na ang mga ninuno sa Purok Ang mga inanak at inapo, tila mga but-o ng kapok nangalat na sa malalayong pook Hindi na tumalab ang mga erihiyang tampok Ang lamping ibinalot, balót na ng usok. Ang binalot na kapirasong pusod, bakas na lamang ng balok. Karipas na ang binatilyong habol ang mutyang pailaya. May baon pang pagkain, pagsasaluhan pag nagkita Ngunit mabilis na napawi ang tanawing kasiya-siya Ang natapong lomi, natabunan na ng aspalto’t palitada kasama ng mga bakas nina Utoy at mga kabarkada sa ilang dekadang araw-araw na pagbagtas, nakasipit at gura mula sa Baryo Balintawak hanggang Lumang Baraka sa Lipa - Di na makilala. Wangis ay mistisong pilipit. Ay! Pilpinas pala!

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Sep 21, 2024

Sep 21, 2024 at 7:41 AM UTC

JunLit

Panahong Karipas

Tila namanhid na ang babahaang landas walang patid ang agos ng luha, habang walang habas ang malupit na lilik-panggamas - patuloy ang tila nag-aamok na pagwasiwas. Kahit mura pa ang uhay ng nagbubuntis na palay Namúti na ang katiwala ng mga bunso't panganay: Walang sinanto ang pakay ng aninong sumalakay. Sinimot pati ipa. Ang imbakang burnay tuyung-tuyô, tila balóng patáy. Ubos na ang mga ninuno sa Purok Ang mga inanak at inapo, tila mga but-o ng kapok nangalat na sa malalayong pook Hindi na tumalab ang mga erihiyang tampok Ang lamping ibinalot, balót na ng usok. Ang binalot na kapirasong pusod, bakas na lamang ng balok. Karipas na ang binatilyong habol ang mutyang pailaya. May baon pang pagkain, pagsasaluhan pag nagkita Ngunit mabilis na napawi ang tanawing kasiya-siya Ang natapong lomi, natabunan na ng aspalto’t palitada kasama ng mga bakas nina Utoy at mga kabarkada sa ilang dekadang araw-araw na pagbagtas, nakasipit at gura mula sa Baryo Balintawak hanggang Lumang Baraka sa Lipa - Di na makilala. Wangis ay mistisong pilipit. Ay! Pilpinas pala!

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Let's climb together Up this mango tree Let's rest at the top together Just you and me Next stop is the rainforest Where we can climb the heights of the Kapok Tree And wrestle the Red-Tailed Boa Just you and me Let's go to the wilderness of Alaska Where we can both be misunderstood together Have a talk with Sasquatch Who can share his secrets On how to fool the world Let's climb together

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Nov 29, 2018

Nov 29, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC

Mdieaj

Let's climb

Let's climb together Up this mango tree Let's rest at the top together Just you and me Next stop is the rainforest Where we can climb the heights of the Kapok Tree And wrestle the Red-Tailed Boa Just you and me Let's go to the wilderness of Alaska Where we can both be misunderstood together Have a talk with Sasquatch Who can share his secrets On how to fool the world Let's climb together

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native tongue, Spanish ''their mascot'', common coqui nation's tree, kapok

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May 28, 2019

May 28, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC

joseph-g-schelling

Puerto Rico

native tongue, Spanish ''their mascot'', common coqui nation's tree, kapok

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