"velvets" poems
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But I am relieved.
Not being confined in bright velvets
of the West, or shimmering silks of
the East. Each hand-stitched with
animals and flowers, crystals and
furs, with gold and silver to
parade around in Court.
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I find far more splendour in a simple
iris-purple kimono-robe, lightweight,
silk-satin and printed with lilies with
a pink silk trim. It strokes my ankles,
and the sleeves, they billow; the sash
firmly fastened around my waist.
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My handmaid, Ilazi, presents a gilded
bowl with the purest form of fruits -
the ones that were rain-washed. I have
a variety to choose from - strawberries,
blueberries, peaches, green, red and
black grapes which I pick and nibble
on. Hmm, a succulent balance of
sweetness and ****
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And then my senior handmaid, Anihana,
arrives with a tray in hand, clearly made
from stainless steel with rose-gold accents.
'Sweet Queen,' says she. At the wave of my
hand, the music stops. 'Forgive me for
keeping you waiting. I know how particular
you are with your pearls so I narrowed
them to your favourite three choices.'
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'Thank you,' I say and as I lean up, she
presents three cream-hued scrolls.
'Lists,' says she, 'of all the ship's
inventory. Would you like to
inspect them, my lady?'
'I will after some tea, Ainhana,
thank you.'
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Anihana nods and moves by my side
as my eyes fall on the tray's contents.
A small silver five-minute sand-timer,
a glass teapot with bamboo handle,
an infuser and steel lid half filled
with hot water; steam dancing
out of the spout. Then, a lovely
glass teacup, one of the most
beautiful I've seen yet.
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
Faded gilding, rubbed through to cracking, flaking wood.
A glamour of ages, sliding, flies to the breeze.
The little bird perches on a once-fine moulding;
Head tilted, one bright eye turned towards the mantle
where a half-blind mercurised mirror barely reflects
an army of creeping vines, consuming naked angels
and the God of this house.
Our hero’s velvets are ruined, dripping and eaten through.
Where riches have lived, decay succeeds.
Nature’s velvets; opulent mosses and emerald lichens
are devouring damask
and smoothing over marbled hardness.
The bird listens for footsteps.
The lady would scatter crumbs on the windowsill
and he would flutter, unafraid,
to peck at her sweet feast.
Once, she drew him.
Fine-lining passerine delicacy,
her pencils fetched him,
and bestowed him an artist’s nobility.
He turned, this way and that,
flashing gold-touched wings,
miming a duchess snapping open a fan.
She’s gone now,
and so have the crumbs.
The bird senses no sugar on the sill,
nor the faintest reminiscence
of lavender perfume, glittering as star bursts
at the hollow of her throat.
He sings regardless,
a mournful beauty
longing to return to a glorious, lustful age,
where light refracted in cut crystal,
danced upon frescoes
and illuminated the ugly –
- to render them enchanting.
He swoops to dance on the mantle,
answered by the mirror
and sits a while, preening.
The gentlemen and ladies are gone forever.
Ejected from history to echo as ghosts of fancy and excess,
undeserving of remembrance or pity.
The bird will never forget.
And knots up secrets
kept tightly in his breast,
committed to his tiny, fierce heart.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
Your love was orange
And I never really liked orange
Before I could see the bright floating fire
On the sea of your iris’
Orange was the color of forced smiles
Days of sun when the world needs a little rain
But when the sprinkle
Turns to storms
I see you
And you don’t run for cover
You run for me
And I can see my orange
My sunset heart
For the first time
And I could cry
All the velvets and rivers and fields
But all I want is orange
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
Aquamarines
Hues unseen
Velvets and
Mercury retrograde
Projecting lines
Of constant course
Meanders and oxbows
Hinting at future and past
Dancing to songs
Unheard
An effigy for love
Unseen
A garden of tears
Unwrapping the present
Pistil and stamen
Awaiting
Pollinating
Ones and zeros
Bifurcating from binary to analog
Or amalgamating the two
Becoming one
Reprogramming matrices
With personal
Trinities
Everything looks neo
Through this lens
My purple iris contends
U2?
*Something in her eyes
Took 1000 years to get here*
Something in her heart
Something in her heart
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
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Yet, I admit, feel a tad uninspired.
So I gently wave my hand towards
two handmaids. Essha, a musician
uses her nimble fingers to play the
Harp with other, Semui who plays
the flute, together creating a true
aurelian tune.
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There is so much ahead that my eyes
can see. Rings of still, clear waters
around the green hills of near and
far. Guards patrolling the high walls
of my borders, Knights riding horses
into my people's town. How it warms
me to see them all smiling and laughing,
going about their daily business.
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A brethren of sweet lilies in the
vase shyly bob their heads, pouting
their rosy lips which I gently stroke.
Violets coiled around the bare feet of
the caryatids, and pots of bluebells
and dahlias by my own slippered
feet.
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My star-kissed diadem, though
resting on my curls, is caressed by
the light as I turn my face towards
the horizon. Deer dance in the shade
of pure green, leaping over the silver
streams, that murmur tales and
secrets they hold within.
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And by the docks of my Aurelinaea,
are many argosies with wooden
bellies and creamy sails with many
imports; of silks and velvets, satins
and eiderdown; apricots and apples,
plums and peaches, honeys, jams,
syrups and jellies from fruits and
flowers to heaps of sugars and spices,
make-up, jewels, flower-bulbs and
perfumes.
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And my personal favourites - a great
assemblage of teas; herbal and cream,
drinks and oils as well as an assortment
of old tomes, Analects and books. I have
a dream that mine own library would
rival the fabled one of the once great
Alexandria.
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
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Published by Trash to Treasure Lit, April 1, 2025
Barbies wear muselet helmets
Sherlock journals clues
Cricket-stump bin clinks dismissal
Bread is hard with mouldy middle
Cheese is soft with tinted velvets
All in greens and blues
Newspapers a carpet curtain
Other signs of note
Sinks drain-weary, veiled by dishes
Door blocked from unseen militias
Ashtrays strain with liquid burden
Mangled ends afloat
Late-night fry exudes lard landslide
Interesting leads
Window signs of blunt force impact
Latches show no signs of contact
Perpetrated from the inside
Casual misdeeds
Bottles strewn with empty glasses
Evidence galore
Christmas tree is snapped, now supine
Couch chair at confusing incline
Wasting roast potato passes
Solo on the floor
Shrouded dark in grown-up questions
Case remains unsolved
Pre-teen sherlocks are defeated
Unaware that help is needed
Claiming all adult transgressions
Guilelessly involved
Knowledge comes with maturation
Young gumshoe, take heart
Heavy is the comprehension
Adulthood in wise dimension
Toughest form of education
Living will impart
Trauma is by drink upstaged
Of subterfuge beware
Brace yourself for understanding
Bottle is a sly red herring
Denouement is disengaged
You won’t find it there
Life perspective is revealing
Sooner follow pain
Core of more investigation
Drink was only compensation
Obfuscating tricky healing
Alloyed with the leaden feeling
Undiscovered chain
You were just a fledgling hawkshaw
Grant yourself some grace
Rest the blame that you digested
Drop the anger you invested
Hopping off the guilt-rage seesaw
‘Case closed’ in its place
Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 10:52 PM UTC
A night united together
For the very first time
Around the amish time
Inside this French Bistro
Surrounded by the glamorous duo
Gainsbourg & Birkin
Wrapping up the ambiant air
French musical undertones
Deep green velvets hues
Ilona, the Host of the Soirée
Walking as if she is dancing
With her irrepressible bubbliness
Serving us drinks & oysters
... Zee oysters ...
Taking their last breaths
In the fading ice
Indulging the no-teeth treatment
Is it a tragedy?
I dunno...I guess we will never know
Two Hirondelles lost in time
The time flying by
We are now the last guests of the Soirée
The clock ticking by
Its time to leave this place
And those two Rock Stars
We are leaving behind
I knew you were trouble from the very first time
But ahhhhh, so refreshing, so alike...
A night united together
For the very first time
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
I can see the Velvet garden, with it's swaying flowers. I can smell the beautiful scent. The wind is a cool breeze, like a loving puppy breathing in your face. The grass is soft on my feet. And I know it's going to be a good, country day.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
Instead of brooding over
The blackness of a light
That tenderly brightens
As the sheer warmth thickens
When you hug each other
I should think this is right:
I should delve in the kiss
Of the winter season
Rebel against my skin
We humans, all akin
I should seal my reason
In this holiday bliss…
But without a shelter
Without a clean cover
Not just a mere lover
How could I then not wish
For my ordeal to be over?
My pleas rush like a swish!
You plead about people
You’ve lost to wars and crimes
You could still when injured
Hurry to your white hall
Me, I just have my rhymes
But you call me perjured!
I will walk wild and weak
To the summits of time
With nothing but a dime
To see on top of all this love
You have deemed bleak.
The velvets of the glove
This lady in her shawl
Touches to her forearms
If I knock do you believe
She would hand me a bowl
Of this Christmas cold eve
My home her humble arms?
Lonely lunatic child
In the gleam of the moon
Oh! I hope she will soon
In her lenient linens
Open to the pure wild
Ness of my night silence
For a piece of this bread
I would tell her my world…
But she leaves satisfied
In the laughs of her thread:
To me demystified
Her dreams I can’t afford.
December 25, 2015
1:06 am
Libourne, France
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Its 3 am and Im sticking to my phone
There's no one really to call me
But Im still hanging on like a stone
So I ****** thinking and promo
And later Got my MOJO back
Its like I can do it all night with my slow-mo knack
Said she love pearls and 2XL Nexus
****** up, trynna find next exit
Thats too much for love, just some fake velvets
So everyone's got f-ed up, delusionally
Stop the watch and look out at this foolery
Cuz now everyone likes to be fly, prudery
Plus these tipsys don't love me anymore
Ran out as my pants fell down on the floor
So I'll rewind my song like Nazis on the roll
So just **** up and let me get back it
Too much on the line Mr.Pragmatic
What's up, ignore if you are mad at it
Pokerface, no ace but no ripper
Almost passed out as she showed the zipper
Am I overthinking or is it cuz of the liquor
You killed my vibe like you some kendrick
I'll probably do her again even it takes medic
It's like a kamikaze **** without any credit
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
*I have seen the sun and moon
Shining brightly in full grace.
I have seen the starlit nights
But never have I seen your face.
I have heard orchestras
Playing sweet music of rejoice.
Heard angel choirs of perfect sound
But never once heard your voice.
I have touched the finest silks
And velvets soft textures too.
The finest objects in the land
But never once touched you.
I have kissed the magenta dawn
And twilights indigo rise
My lips have tasted the dew of morn
But never have I kissed your eyes.
In dreams I have done wanton things.
Drank potions from a witches brew.
Awoken in a fiery glow.
But never once with you.*
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 6:08 AM UTC
My dear prince,
In the cloak of velvets and gold
Not only you have swept me away
You have me swooned all over
Onto the oceans and in so deep
Over the mountains and skies blue seep
Now that I have travelled far to your land
Give me the permission for your heart
I am asking for your hand, risking it all
Melting, in your arms I fall
You're the only one who can do it,
Lay a sword to my heart; you've slain
Oh my blood rose, can I get close?
Veins of blue, your sharp luring thorns
Every piece of you, I'm ready for it all
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
*I have seen the sun and moon
Shining with majesty in full grace
I have seen the starlit night
But never seen your face
I have heard sweet orchestras
Playing sweet music to rejoice
The purest choirs of perfect sound
But never heard your voice
My fingertips have touched finest silks
And velvets soft textures too
The finest objects in the land
But never once touched you
I have kissed the breaking of the dawn
And twilights magic rise
The crystal shining dew of morn
But never kissed your eyes
In my dreams I have done wanton things
Drank aphrodisiacs from a witches brew
Awoken in a fiery glow
But never once with you.*
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC