Best Faberge Poems
What a slap in the face!
It’s an international disgrace!
(Descriptive distraction)
and (subversion in action)
It’s now commonly used in parlance by judiciary
while in literature this prevalent (lie) I see.
With a bland, enough face?
or is there the hint of a trace?
Could there be in its origin, a.. motive? or motion
created to infiltrate a nations notion?
A.. (sort of sufferance)
involved with its utterance!
So (abused & misused) is the category
I must zero in all my batteries,
Now I am clearing my decks,
here I go, what the heck!
For I have admiration for a Francophile
would converse with a Russophile
I so enjoy your work Faberge
and appreciate the charm of the Gallic sway
But for me there is no third way!
(now) without any doubt I am coming about
And stoking all my fires
for full ahead’s my desire.
On the literary beach
I see a very (rotten peach)!
And it was ‘hidden’ in full view
Hmm.. let’s see what some firepower can do
For the doting parents who pray
keep our kids safe today.
Hardworking moms & dads who care,
find time that is to spare
From extra help with early reading
to painting nursery room ceilings
Some working 14-hour days
it makes me angry I say.
Aunts & uncles, grandparent, teachers
of calm nature and reason
With motives pure and in step
with life’s seasons
And the name of the paedophile should by rights be theirs,
its been hijacked, does anyone care?
It’s too good a description, just not the depiction
to be bandied about, LISTEN
AS I SHOUT WITH TRUE INDIGNATION
CHANGE THIS DECEPTION OF NATIONS
© Joe Maverick 25-04-2011
Delight and laughter are your stock and trade,
With rhyme you carry our worries away,
You’re much more fun than a penny arcade.
Words sparkle like an egg by Faberge,
Dancing across poems like a cabaret.
A footle on poop, you’re back in the loop,
With words tastier than alphabet soup.
The limericks you write are out of sight,
Leaving us soupers no time to regroup,
Before the next poem gives pure delight.
Written 07/07/2015 for my dear friend Jan.
"When you smile all Soupers smile with you"
You are the rarest and the heaviest
Of all our precious metals here on Earth…
Your sisters, Gold and Silver, are stockpiled...
But you are not...in case supply runs low.
To generate one ounce of you we need
Ten tons of ore and five months’ processing.
Outstanding jewelers, like Cartier,
Famed Faberge, plus Tiffany, create
Their jewelry designs in Platinum.
They turned you into lavish settings that
Secure some famous diamonds like the Hope,
Jonker and Koh-I-Noor. Your surface can
Be scratched, but unlike sisters Silver and
Pure Gold, there is no Platinum that’s lost.
You are the rarest and most valued one...
Each year we mine one hundred thirty tons,
To Gold’s one thousand seven hundred plus.
Our Platinum…rare metal of our Earth.
© Sandra M. Haight 2014
All Rights Reserved
~NA~
Contest: Periodic Table Elements
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 01/06/2015
Blue collared of the swindled lot, cannot resent just brace
Credibility so easily slapped for rough hide when pieces put into place
Daybreak compels list of chores into focus
Semblance to rain faberge for owners of circus
Stolid apparell for hauling load, a sanctioned acrostic of strength
Entered by destiny but no exit even if they desire from this labyrinth
Justice a joke in fractal trigonometry
Law a limbered warble for rich but austere for those in poverty
Dusk time in regailing assortment of means to satiate hunger pangs
Overlooking the shoulders, for the voted cult may suck scraps over tax returns
Samiha's serpentine gaze keeps vigil for mendacious ritual by rich perennially every May
Sustainance on others ration will ensnare them in a time warp of condemn and ruin someday
Today I found a jewel
Lost amongst the grasses.
A Faberge of nature
Fit for all the masses.
An object of adornment,
Its treasure now concealed;
Never to know its purpose
Or have purpose revealed.
My three minute egg in boiling water,
Seventeen for hard-boiled, according to Julia,
Or fried in bacon grease for the trip to eternity
Two jaundiced eyes on my father's chipped plate,
Or butter for scrambled then cover 'em with catsup;
No resemblance here to the Faberge eggs
Covered with diamonds, rubies and pearls
For the pleasure of the Russian royal family.
Origami gifts fledglings multiple
Stork sling incubates infant hatchery
Holds pine seed offspring horticultural
Burst dirt celebrates cedar jamboree
Invisible drive to thrive, hormonal
Reverse javelin sapling spear Jarvis
Pin bend Pilates practice jovial
Christmas bonus brings bountiful harvest
Silken sway, acres of muscular maize
Youthful juice under crisp skirt harem
Masters of last year crushed in hasty haze
Mulched during terrain turn over mayhem
Lake levitator long necked swan mascot
Lays Faberge eggs in reed bloom jackpot
16th November
Manyfest
*Image of Elon Musk & Brut by Wiki & Unilever.
The Musks
Homonyms, closeness or likeness,
name or smell, be all there,
creates vanishing impetus,
Twit byes and scents to air.
Brut (cologne) was by Faberge,
Joe Namath modeled them,
Brit's Unilever owns today,
autistic Musk use--'um.
Kicked-up raw earth lingers...consorts
just when a mug pivots,
trigger the hounds and all their sorts,
unfeeling and vicious.
Commercial Brut Musk spray wear's off,
sure and forward sashays.
Refine defines, sign-wavers scoff,
Blue Origin tweet praise.
Like Men in Black bruises those teased,
bypass pedos and smile,
a wound-up car humming was eased,
brute Musk in Space-X style.
2023 January 15
*7th Place*
MUSK
~~Anthony Biaanco: Judged 2023 February 04
*RZ & HMS.
Faberge lillies secluded in secrecy
outbound for vast gayness
Irredesent dreams of shrouded angst
perpetual delima abound from baby smiles
Frolicking in and frolicking with animosity
of imagined cherubs with soft eyes
and pretty lies
Fallen to the frail
inside eggshells
tap tap tap
with a stream of liquid life
ebbing brightly
shining down the drain
dried to paper width
and still held round in palms
lighter than a baby bird
and more fragile.
In time, this marvel
will be painted opaque pearl.
A hollow will be made
a hinge
a door
delicately cut with precision
ornate white velvet will cushion
the inner chamber
lining the lack of life
with falsity and vanity.
Gilded gold legs bowed
and a metallic spherical point
on the top of the orb
and we see.
There is the nesting place
of our dreams.
Faberge holds no flame to our Creator
with clumsy fingers yet wrought
with a perfection deemed so
by imperfect eyes.
While we can dress an egg in style
we cannot reproduce the life
once inside
and we cannot begin to understand
the simplest wonders once
hidden from our eyes
inside the paper shell.
my fabergé heart
unscathed between your fingers
caution in the storm
AP: 3rd place 2025
The price of Faberge egg
Costs an arm and a leg.
a remarkably clever young blue jay
had colorful feathers like egg faberge'
he was beautiful, amazingly gay
I saw him for the first time last Wednesday
Did not hear his name, but I think it was Ray
Did not preen or boast like the human Jay
His pretty feathers had a bit of fray
He has a reputation said neighbor May
Females love seeing him fly and sashay
I first met him at the Flamingo Bay
He has formed a mob that likes to laugh and play
I ran down to the bay to try and see Ray
I had heard that he sometimes is their Deejay
Have you heard him? Asked a family named McVey.
His radio persona name is Doctor Do So Ray.
Jeweled sea spiders,
Feasting on jeweled coral,
Living Faberge!
Exquisite blonde egg
Pale blue veins
Inspired by Faberge’
A Russian goldsmith
She opens up into pure loveliness
daring others to desire a peek
Jeweled and enameled esoteric creation
Marvelously artistic secretive blonde egg