Best Mahogany Poems
Household Auction
Saturday and Sunday
Refreshments
I must sell some family heirlooms from grandmothers attic,
there are many items, jewelry, glass, lamps, and some furniture;
but the most treasured item is a mahogany sideboard quite exquisite,
beautifully carved, and ornate with dragons and scrolls and gorgeous feet.
I noticed you arrived a half hour early and saw you wandering,
many times you returned to the sideboard and caressed it so gently;
approaching you, I offered you a coffee and we had time to chat a bit,
I told you that the sideboard had sentimental value for me, it was grandma's.
People came and went and many lingered with the lovely sideboard,
you know it is in pristine condition, has never been repaired or refinished;
it is a scarcity, hard to find a vintage piece as profusely carved and deeply loved,
in an antique shop they would mark it up 500%, I am auctioning it at a reduction.
I will not be long-winded, if you are interested, you can trust me,
dishonest, I will not be, this mahogany sideboard is the real thing, no rip-off;
take your time, have another coffee and then we can talk again if you want to,
I am no antique dealer, just a girl with some beautiful things that I need to sell.
In the end, I could not sell the mahogany sideboard . . .
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February 24, 2016
Narrative/The Mahogany Sideboard
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 761-247-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
HEY THERE SISTER GIRL I SEE YOU STRUTTING LIKE A NUBIAN QUEEN.
SHOWERING YOUR DEEP MOCHA BROWN SKIN AND YOUR SWEET GOLDEN EYES.
FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE YOU WALK WITH CONFIDENCE AND YOU GLOW WITH AN UNTIMELY PRESENCE.
DON'T LET THIS WORLD KNOCK YOU TO YOU KNEES PLEASE KEEP THE FAITH AND THE PURPOSE THAT GOD HAS GIVEN YOU.
KEEP SMILING THROUGH YOUR STORMS AND SEE THAT A RAINBOW IS STRAIGHT AHEAD.
NEVER FORGET WHO ARE AS A WOMAN AND A NUBIAN QUEEN.
EMBRACE YOUR THICK BLACK HAIR AND YOUR FULL NOSE AND LIPS.
CHERISH YOU CURVACEOUS FIGURE AND YOUR BIG HIPS.
MAHOGANY BROWN YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT.
Of mahogany,
an acoustic guitar plays-
Hug a tree, fret not
Come take a ride on my ebony thighs;
Sink deep into my intoxicating velvet walls
Envision black, brown, skin soaking up the moonlight
Touch my lips, with kisses, hard and full of passion
Embrace the beauty, lust, love-taste the forbidden, this is ecstasy
As the moonlight wraps around our soft mahogany flesh
As my lips blaze a trail from to your harden manly flesh
I want to make you quiver, shake, and moan
I want to take you to the edge of ecstasy, have you drink of my femininity and experience this love -dark mahogany
...strong, towering tree
shawled soft in moist moss
quiet dignity...
" She's brownskin, can't believe that I found this.....the only one I imagined spending my life with, surrounded by memories most were dark but when I met you your beauty was the light switch, and imma let it happen I can't fight it, sparked a fuse when we romance it got ignited, girl your flawless and ya gorgeous but before I drive into this traffic of true love I must take this situation with caution, they say love is a drug but sometimes i've had enough but that brown skin so smooth even when my days are rough....baby you're the main one I can trust, I call myself trying new things, put together a suitcase with a red bouquet and it's all for you babe.....topped off with a candlelight dinner that will fulfill your mind, body, and soul, I would let you take control but that's if you can reach the limit, I feel uplifted when we kissing, without you it's sickening, but then it hit me with all of the sense in the world I become senseless without my mahogany princess."
Looking at the scarp
Of the mahogany cliff
Cerulean tides
Calm down the racing mind thoughts
Offering a peaceful state
3-16-2016
Do you ever stop to think that you're a bus?
No I don't mean a vehicle that would go to toys r us
I mean an actual bus
Thats a representation of all of us
They stop at red lights
In spite
Of fights
Lonely nights
A low kite
A repetitive life
Green light, go
And that's the show
Stop
Shedding and sowing
Begin bracing for burning
In land of melting
Pots
Was
The crews parallax
Of the trees
Which conceives
The lumberjack to
Saw?
Timber!
Reviled
But adored due to bark,
Chopped down and chastised a log mark
Famine yet fervid mouth of hell,
“Rollways”, or “skidways”, dread logs dwell
Bide for a springtime
Deliver
Evil
And wicked “the drive”, a lake of fire.
Falling hopeless unfettered into the mire
Enduring faith downstream releases the flames grip to
Live
Gateman
Of Hades are knee-deep sifting
Through each frazzled log
Backside to smoldering smog
Preempting the authentic mahogany
from the stamp’s
Name-tag
Reward
Lumber baron’s yield from products in greed
Prompted woodworkers confer
Shaping strong chairs, tables and desks in idolatry
collecting death’s exchange signed by the
Drawer
Ton
In years importing,
crafting and trading,
but flies find rotting
Will it
Not?
Timber!
No
Roots to nurture from all have been chopped and ripped away from, however dark flourishing, thriving and teeming grain holds
On
Stressed,
Muddled and tempted in remaining a chair than readily leafing through
ingredients of decayed stump
Desserts
God’s
Intended is resiliently cultured.
Surviving from the rays of Anguish
Sheltering in soil of adversity
Sustaining out of the hands of affliction from marking
Dogs
Now
Upholstered chairs and varnished furniture love not only your shape and strength but the land and roots you came from only then you will be
One
Red roses revealing
Onyx love’s healing
Mahogany skin blends
Amethyst heart within
Natural beauty parade
Those thighs brown eyes face
Images of your neon love
Creating heaven can’t get enough
There's a mahogany rose that only grows, within this heart of mine, and can grow
old if let outside, for its fragile to the flow of time. Frozen in my heart to see, to
remember what once belonged to me, her love I thought would always be, I can
only feel now, through memory.
There's a mahogany rose that only grows within this heart of mine, a rose so
special, that it does not need, rain or even sunshine. It grows and lives from the
tears I cry, and images from a past that long ago died. So strong it seems deep
down inside, yet drapes a little more, remembering her goodbye.
There's a mahogany rose that only grows, in a place where loves memories
move slow. Trapped now in this hypnotic maze, where remembering all of what
used to be continually change. Simply seeing her walk away, now I know that
nothing stays the same.
There's a mahogany rose that only grows, within this heart, now made of stone.
Tried so hard but can't let go, u told me that you'd love me so, and now that this
pain is all I know, I'm cold, for all I have left is this mahogany rose...
This is my brown poem,
A sepia, mahogany, tan poem,
Coffe colored with cream poem,
A dark chocolate, caramel colored peom.
A sweet tooth, got to have you white chocolate poem.
Golden brown, sassy brown...a hot fudge sundae syrup
Dripping poem.
Hershey kisses chocolate, tongue tickling, teasing poem.
Spine tingling
Shivering
Shimmering
Brown poem.
Writing a brown poem with my pink pen,
With love in the middle,
Yeah, with love in the middle.
Cynthia
Unfolding your
Paper mache wings
Greeting this
Reddish brown
Mahogany wind
Yes, sweeping
These golden leaves,
Swirling you, again
Around this
Pink carousel
She gave it to me in nineteen eighty-five.
It was a beautiful mahogany horse.
Careless and clumsy, I dropped it on the floor.
In a blow, its leg was broken by the force.
I tried and failed to fix it so many times,
But where it broke at first, it would break again,
And so, my precious horse could no longer stand.
It laid sideways on my shelf to my chagrin.
Then one happy day in twenty twenty-four,
I took it to where I met three helpful men
In the Leisure World woodshop by Clubhouse One.
Now my gallant horse stands whole and proud again.
It looked lost and lonely,
Probably searching for its kind,
Will hope aid it to find?
Its home seems to have been invaded.
The tree is bare and naked,
It displays feeble boughs,
It seeks solace from its ambience,
An ailing credence.
They stand beside each other,
The former, the pride of an agile town,
The latter, the bloom of an evolving town,
They stand in the shadows.
The sun sinks before them,
The moon takes the stage,
The former goes in search of a room,
The latter casts its gloom.
September 24, 2023.