Best Brocades Poems

Affluent and formal
pink lilies deck the tables;
we await the 
sweet, affected 
laughter of our  friends.
Bedecked in bouffant hair-do's
perfumes, ermines, jewels
brocades and buckled shoes,
we dazzle,...

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Life's Tapestry

Life begins: a single thread
Inlayed throughout as one
Faceted; a tapestry
Entwining hopes and dread
'Sembling  extracts not quite done. 

Torn brocades of woven silk
Aloft on...

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The weightless float of morn throttles
 like a softly-bathed woman: white, tangy and bubbling
 with a sprig of mint and dew;
 petals’ chests opening a...

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frantic talent
among willow  shadows
capsized boats
in trawls meshes
the spiders spinning brocades

lights at the window
someone waiting for us
an ardent desire floating in the air
set free
the moon...

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These villains in the land of Prejudice
Sitted in terraces, funding dareDevils...
Painting innocent  faces with faeces from Boko bum...Issh!!!
 
Insult, added with salt upon injury
And...

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IRONY

My joy that I wasn't born a Nigerian
Is that my parents are Yorubas
I would have been limited to Naira

Mo dúpé pé mo lókó nílé (All...

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The king was incandescent,
In the brocades and creped damasks,
His knights and his attendants 
All surrounded his gilt throne.

A multitude was gathered,
For the seasonal oration,
Warming sons...

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Hall Of Blank Portraits 

To my father, 
I paint you as the sea, 
Ebbing and flowing 
In my memory.
Drifting in the doldrums 
Immortal and serene,...

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[Continued from Part Three]



Thereupon the elder gave them all a single cart.
It was tall and broad with gems adorning every part
and had bells on all...

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THE   ISLANDS   OF   IMAGINATION

Our  trek was in the mind, no ifs or buts : 
Our trek was amongst...

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Sometimes, when 
your sparkling spirit 
waltzes with me 
to the perfumed 
periwinkle grooves 
of saffron breezes, 
I'm lost in a forever gaze, 
within those 
flickering...

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Life never handed her brocades
no silver lining accolades
Diligence, her saving grace
dreams and faith interlaced

She would know the deepest loss
become the one to fight the cause
Sheltering...

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(Continued from part two)

O! enslaver beware, you are sprouting horns.
Kher, poor thing, you should try to be fair,
Nimble mares, could tongue-tie you there.
The bulls are...

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The pine tree stands straight in the clouds,
For it is ashamed of any curves and bends.
Various wild vines do not concede defeat,
They cling and climb...

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His earnest quest for survival
Has meant off-and-on revival,
Bus boarding to far-off crusades,
For weeks avoiding nice brocades…

Not anymore one who’d bubble,
Sometimes chin with a week’s stubble:
Arch...

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