"varnishes" poems
Lazily, a boy with silvery hairs muttering requiem aeternam
lifts his neck at the piercing radiance skimming off the eyeglasses rim,
and there looms the glory, the spotless sea of blue,
varnishes of spring gloss fuming out of the French coronation robe.
The still-brisk branches hung bent at the weight of vivacity,
sight of maidens whose eyes and grace bath in the full warmth of light,
the kisses on the face of the river by the shower of half-bloomed petals,
just as the stillborn thrills of the beating heart to the splintered fingers of Moirae.
The time of adieu,
the season of life.
The mourning procession amidst the lustily caressing May breeze.
-Primavera, thou name be the sweet irony of the dying flowers
The evening wades in, and the coy face of the mountain blushes;
Thence strides away the man whose gaze speaks of premature nostalgia
Here the wind whispers the rosy delirium from the sakura tree at the far side,
the faintness lushly hazed away by the cloudy veil of bittersweet grey.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 7:13 AM UTC
I stare up at the stars nightly,
Longing for the day we reunite in each other's embrace.
Only the glimmering moonlight that caresses your skin,
Varnishes the beauty that I admire so dearly.
Ever so slowly, I thread my fingers with your soft hands.
Your warmth extends throughout my body,
Only to be mesmerized by your smooth, silky lips.
Uttering these three words, I lean in for the kiss.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
When The Blind Leads
Those led become lost
From afar comes loud pleads
To Save everybody at all cost.
Hence salvation costs pray and bucks
The religious few will turn to the church
While the rest march on like ducks
Blindly led, without knowing much.
Quick calls to God's prayer line
Made from the pastor's iPhone 9
Just to make sure everyone's fine
Prepaid calls, another religious 419.
And so time stands still and watches
As the deep gap gradually decreases
And on and on the blind leader marches
As the last signs of hope varnishes.
Yet on they go without direction
Tick..tack tick tack. anxiety increases
As they head in the wrong direction.
Following blindly until everyone crashes!
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Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
a voracious wrath vanishes
varnishes stick to all wounds
in the womb we vent the room
repel the wasps that wait on
the inner side of the window
for the light to toast them
the bulb is a wastebasket
with light stuck in it
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
Sunlight varnishes magnolia branches crimson
The pastel colored blue above our heads
Perfect worldly green gardens lay lovers
Smiling beings pleasantly at the Gates
This is not your place, the angel said
Wake up!
I suddenly opened my eyes
In this pitch black darkness
It's too late to hope
It's too late to pray
With a soul like mine
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC