Best Ecru Poems

Music and romance are camarilla comrades,
just like poems are my shield and arrows.
But not all lullabies of lovers,
harmonise like a street choir of angels.
If love resembles the weather,
then poetry is like a snowflake.
Its fragile abstract nature
can betray the innocence of a poetic heart -
serenading in...

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The drinks were brought before us,
The rusty pretzels dangle,
Tonight we were exquisitely attired,
Long silk threads and spangles!

Tablecloths in toasty ecru,
Flowers floating in water,
Candle holders lending light,
Loose sparkles; no bother!

The band was playing soothingly,
Strings kissing the atmosphere,
Black and white piano keys,
Spreading music, without peer!

Without a perfect...

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silent sea from afar
glazed in admiral and arctic blue
softly shifting to pointilism
as it rushes to the rocky shore
whilst sky in faded ivory and teal
spells prelude to April rain

rugged rocks in wild brush strokes
like dripping ink
of British tan and dark khaki
blended in tawny and ecru
are luminous...

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Trompe L'oeil
I use to be so sure of my colors
But now my vision is jaded
Perhaps it is obscured
from the THOUSANDS of tears I've shed

I taught you
the primary colors, RED, YELLOW, and BLUE
The shades of red are scarlet,
magenta, crimson, cerise, and claret
your favorite lipstick,
I will never...

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Viking Funeral

When that day comes that I will die 
Dress me in the finest clothes
Patterned from ecru silken threads
In contrast with my hazel eyes

As the sun sets west and reflects 
upon the sea so warm and blue
Place me in a sailing craft  
Hand carved...

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The distant brass haystacks tune on shorn ground.
Vanilla fence posts chime in saffron sun.
Adjacent jonquils trumpet lemon sound
as amber goldenrod and china mums 
in stil de grain complete a trio 'round
high jasmine shrubs, which in the octaves run
aureolin to beige. Nearby is found
a vegetable garden...

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the murky depths of the night drifts off the lone fisherman
     to the tamarind yellow river shaded with ecru of ambiguity;
  wind whispers wrapped in sweet somberness and  shivery softness; 
yonder a hint of golden honey light beckons a...

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Saffron yellow sunset reflecting yellow gold
Amber yellow mindset in an ecru boat of old
Banana yellow memories of fields of jonquil flowers
Crayola yellow dreams in mango yellow hours


by Daniel Turner...

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MY OLD BOSSES FUNERAL 
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS 


Went to the funeral of my old boss
After several speakers I was at a loss
Who was this person they were eulogizing
Kind words and praise was so surprising
I knew him well for many, many years
Despised by family and also...

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Here
I am here.
...a small weathered grey stone in the middle of an ecru cube
I am, as if woven with willowy white by spider to this chair
shedding my last skins
molting, melting, swelling, crusting over 
a dampened facade of makeup… 
and hidden band aids

and instead of drinking

Coffee
in...

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I woke up when the roof caved in, the smoke slithered under my  bedroom door
As I Crawled through my Sin, to that bedroom door, as I slowly Lift Myself off the Floor
I look through the window, and what do I see; My Bride, My...

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It's the weekend (Friday night). Lisa and I are hangin’, music’s playing, and we’re rummaging through my suitcase, for an outfit option, for me, tonight. Call it cliché, but we like going out - and getting ready to go out with a friend, beforehand, is...

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This bed was never meant for conquest
or desire.

Just for the voice of the humble Sunday rain; 

watching every exquisite drop bubble and scatter across the sun-chiseled paint
of the window seal. 
A vision as comfortable as laughter.
A moment as humble as regret.

Each echo sighs across the...

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At Wimbledon, you must wear white
To play upon the courts
And that includes your sneakers, visors,
T-shirts, socks and shorts.

The colour police do not allow
Off-white, ecru or cream
And sneaker soles and laces
Should be white enough to gleam.

A single trim of colour
May adorn your neck or cuff,
No wider...

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CATERWAUL

A sound unpleasant to the EAR
A screeching LUTE that’s loud and CLEAR
A sound that makes your hackles CRAWL
An EAR-drum pierced by sound wave AWL
A WART, an ULCER; leaves you RAW
No TRUCE, a WAR, against the LAW
It might sound like a Raven’s CAW
A blackboard that’s been...

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