Best Batik Poems

Your style is unique
Each word very sleek

The poems never meek
Yet no bad critique

Humorous mystique
You never misspeak

Such lovely technique
All your rhyme so chic

Always tongue in cheek
Poetic batik
  

You kid me not Jan Allison You are a poetess of sublime rhyme. And are the smile and...

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Dear Fall, amaze us with your colors warm
the brilliant carmine, peach, and tangerine.
Weave a batik with more delicate charm 
that glows and glints like lustrous opaline.

Bring the willful winds that chill the stale air.
Blow summer’s heat to our southern sister.
Fill the dry skies with nimbus...

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The storm of last night brought cool air
Tree frogs have much news now to share
Perfect weather for their rainwear
Clouds everywhere, clouds everywhere

Fog in the hollow tops the creek
This gift of gray clouds' cool not bleak 
Sheer shawl fog adds its mystique
Veils of Batik, veils of...

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Collapsing like someone (Starving and Desperate), the (Old Man in Blue) batik had been 
(Washing Muddy Walls) on his Indonesian hut on stilts when he toppled over. He was (Cut 
Down) and left unbalanced by (Vertigo’s Cycle). Bleeding from a cut on his forehead, he...

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Where birds are two
We ask:where is the eagle?
Where trees are two
We ask: where is iroko?
Where men become two
We ask: where is Okonkwo?


Gut in the forest of Titans
He roared in the jungle and
Frightened those in the streets;
He stood the wrath of a tiger:
Made morsel of his...

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Across The Universe 

Life’s tapestry had brought me from the rugged Welsh Coast
to ‘Egoli’ The City Of Gold’ a place of dreams in South Africa

I wished for so much and so little just heal from the weight 
of black dogs on my shoulders and a...

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Thought about over thirty years of Easter eggs
done up in a thousand different ways.
Finding late in the evening that the dregs
of eggs were spoiled and quickly to Safeway

to buy a few dozens to boil and dry, 
then wax and dip and batik and paste
and make...

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"It isn't raining rain to me"
Only a garden down
Soon there'll be tomatoes for tea
Peas, beans, corn, squash _no frown

Clouds of gray set blue mood today
As the fireball sun peeks
Through cobalt to greet, all with rays
Of sand, on those clouds batik

Beginning line direct quote
Robert Loveman.
The poem...

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Once a little girl named Monique
Dreamt of opening up a boutique
Between the creek and clinique  
Thought long of every technique

Her sign above would be no antique
It would glow and actually speak
   “Hello we’re MYSTIQUE -
   Open every day of the...

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Smith’s Octopuses Party On Pontoons 
                   Rumor Has It My Dear

Rumor has it my dear something spectacular is near
Bring your batik hats to our grand lavish scene
Wear...

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The storm of last night brought cool air
Tree frogs have much news now to share
Perfect weather for their rainwear
Clouds everywhere, clouds everywhere

Fog in the hollow tops the creek
This gift of gray clouds' cool not bleak 
Sheer shawl fog adds its mystique
Veils of Batik, veils of...

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From Wisconsin the American walked the streets of Lagos
To black Africa welcome! To the pearly continent
Cradle of creation, primordial of civilizations
To the thickest jungles, haven of gigantic elephants
Den of fiercest lions and colourful gazelles
Ours is the blazing sun, golden in the horizon
Rains in seasons in...

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In My New Year’s Resolution I Vow


I solemnly declare under oats on the libel to walk

N aked with only a bellow with fellow utopians 


M istletoe tattoos on my fingers criss-crossing in

Y onder to shepherd ‘blue sheep’ congregations



N oel novel nobility flying pigs dressed in...

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That arts are ageless,
lies a maturity of the artists. 
It also bears a meaningful message, 
whose arts are border less.

In-flight Batik. 020816. 7:45AM....

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Take me to a place where I belong
Where I can be free and recite my song
Where mountains kneel with valleys down to pray
The trees and flowers swing and sway
With vibrant colors, bold as silk-screened batik
Aromas abound that laugh and speak
Take me to that place where...

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