Best Mosaic Poems
Frightend children under the baobab
Of elders discourse playing
At the deep edge of rites
Of passages
With no Atlantic dream.
There is a beauty here
Before the other world began
Forgetting its origin
And taste
Of white milk in black breast
Beautifully caressing
The tongue
Outside the jaws of greed.
The time of pyramids
Lolling
On the golden sands
Full with the jewels of history
Civilizations gone
And dead sphinx to come
To Alexandria dreaming
Far from the distant
Wonders of Timbuctu.
And after all that gain
Suddenly a flood
Of nothingness
Carrying totems
Of laughed animism
On children's head
Like weed.
Stale rum sizzling
In the heat
Of deception
Crackle lies
The missionary and prelates of doom
Smile when the boom
Behind us burst
Crankling chains
Move to the shackle of the feet
The heart coffled
To the suddeness of defeat
Stared at the deception
That could not win
Without the foul
Practices bred in smoke filled bars
Of cold desolate
places making a wave.
We come
From banks of river
Surety to insurance companies
For new ships
That carry us promisary notes
Of golds to cotton and cane
Replacing the earth hidden
Treasures
In a mother's bowels
We come
Dying
To change the mosaic to come
Into a place
Where you know may know
I am
The father of the race.
FRASER'S MOSAIC
Sometimes in life, I tripped. I slipped
on Calvary hill where darkness ends .
Defrocked by the dark, I woke up in a dream,
a fresh start, my beloved I have!
If I work to work a miracle, sinless eyes,
I, a Scottish Golden Eagle, plank to present,
my white wings outstretched
through hemispheric skies.
Above the golden sands of love , blessed I am!
Tomorrow's blank page: tension in sight
like veins of life, just a rose engulfed in awe,
I view amidst the wilderness of blue
a morning sun over the Ben embracing my heart.
To spread one's wings and fly,
I am for what I am:
evergreen tears; height hopes,
the freedom feeling in the light of moon,
I dreamt, I seen. ..
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Note: all the lines, are few of James Fraser poem titles
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11:33 pm, December 20, 2014
The portrait of marriage a
Mosaic,
Made from hundreds of pieces,
Large and small but all of the
Same importance,
Together put
In
A masterful way for the desired outcome
To attain:
The completion of the portrayal of
A relationship, a life to last
Unfortunately,
No one has ever been blessed all
Pieces to amass
As
To perfection the given portrait to
Produce
For
Always some parts will be missing or
Not the desired ones would be in the
Right place
Thus
The portrait never gets done to
The artist’s complete satisfaction
However,
A good artist has to keep in mind the
Essential parts
That
Should never be missed from any mosaic
Of the sort:
Trust escorted by honesty
Selfishness coupled with admiration
Sensuality tied with affection
Love united with devotion
And
The X factor, that the majority never
Under consideration takes:
Synchronicity
For
Without it, all efforts will sooner or later,
Fail!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 OCTOBER 2014
Somewhere there’s a garden,
Beyond,
Mosaic moon,
Behind the midnight clouds,
Come!
Smell!
Intoxicating perfumes,
Take this maze and picture?
Flowering blossoms bloom,
Sweet the fragrance flowering,
Mysteries,
Scintillating dew,
Invitations,
Seducing,
Roses for the heart,
Repairing,
Broken pieces,
Heaven guardian art!
Alluring colors,
Enchanting,
Bouquets of beauties hues,
Sunlight reflect the angel,
Dancing!
On love’s delight.
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Painted pearly clouds,
Blended with evening pastels;
Iridescent scene.
There will be a time when you'll fall
There will be a time when you'll be broken
But don't you worry about being demolished
You can still create something whole
Something beautiful, something better
Made of fragments of a broken heart
and we are,
but dusk-kissed poems,
many moons apart,
sequined in stygian sorrow ~
while ultraviolet veins
compose an electrified elegy,
for unrequited stars
struck by
the scorpion's rays~
sleeping behind the
midnight mists
as galaxies of butterflies spiral
through the sky
untouched by the hiss
of snake songs...
I long to place my thoughts
on the crystalline cradle
of the empyrean
listening to your heartbeat
still aching
for the return
of whirling wildflowers
thirsty for a fountain of
mosaic memoirs ~
a quenching elixir
brewed from hope
for I am a winged rose
day-dreaming in
my meadow of magnolias
weaving periwinkle crowns
with paper petals ...
yet I ponder
am I the one you think
about
when evening jewels soar
curating a choir of peace
as the sun softly
caresses velvety ripples
painting the sea in shades of love...
or am I just
a forgotten myth
lost in the
alliterative archives
of empty words.....
Many years ago, in camp,
A project quite prosaic
Was manipulating tiles
To make artwork in mosaic.
We lined up all the little squares
In patterns and designs,
With creative juices flowing
As we stepped outside the lines.
With every tile I glued in place,
My confidence increased;
The fact I’d made an ashtray
Was the part that mattered least.
A subway wall mosaic
Set my memory abuzz,
Remembering how calculated
Each tile placement was.
It takes a lot of patience
To make magic using tiles,
Thus mosaic seems to me to be
The cleverest of styles.
If I ever found myself in a room full of people I've loved
You'd be there twice
Because in every person I've loved after you
I've tried to find a piece of you
If you mix together all the colors in the world you get black
And if I mix everyone I've loved, I get a mosaic of you.
rainbow painted soul
green esteem spirit of gold
bold soulful halo
*The following is a mosaic poem—a unique form of poetry that combines fragments from various sources, such as words, phrases, or lines, to create a new and cohesive piece. This technique mirrors the way a mosaic artwork is constructed, where different pieces come together to form a complete image. (Source: medium.com)
I. Lexicon of First Light
In the stillness before morning names itself,
your shadow leans toward mine~
a soft grammar of nearness,
a syntax of skin and sky.
Somewhere between breath and belonging,
I memorized your demons,
not to hold them~
but to know the shape of what you survived.
II. Marginalia of the Heart
Love writes sideways,
in the margins,
in the places daylight forgets.
Your laughter leaves bright smudges on the air~
a graffiti of butterflies,
fluttering in the alleyways of my ribs,
tagging every quiet corner
with color I didn’t know I needed.
III. Conjugations of Want
You tilt your head,
and the world tilts with you.
Even your shadows flirt with the light.
You whisper,
“Come closer~
flirt with my demons
the way moonlight flirts with water.”
And I do,
because love is brave enough
to touch what trembles.
IV. The Forever Tense
We stand in the doorway of a day not yet written,
your hand in mine~
a soft vow,
a quiet grammar of trust.
In the language only we speak,
you offer a promise of foreverness,
and I answer
by staying.
She described the morning as
misty,
dewy,
and delighted in its freshness.
Drowsy
from
dreams
her waking filled with,
pastel clouds,
bright flowers,
breeze-filled trees,
and joyous birdsong.
She saw, felt,
heard
and smelt
the wondrous day.
2.
He described the morning as,
too
early -- don’t rouse him.
Keep the
curtains drawn
and
leave him slumber.
Not for him the
morning freshness,
morning beauty
or another dancing day.
Tell the twittering
birds to stop the noise -- just go away.
He
prefers
descent
into the sard of sleep to
dream
and dream again,
the dreams of only sleep.
Tiffany Mosaic Hues of Blues
Tiffany mosaic hues of blues
Reflecting on the vast ocean’s glass
Of an unexplored big blue world
Pursues to crawl on its belly up the inland shore
Reaching as far as its foaming fingers can smooth
Imprints left against the golden grains of sand
Receding to the horizons perennially blue sky sinking to a kiss
Expanding as far as the sapphire blue eyes can see
Sounds captured in the majesty’s wind
As we swallow the scents of briny tears
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Rose quartz reposes
in peridot buds
Jade trees dangle
Ruby Reds
Unafraid
lapis jays swoop
on a topaz cat
with emerald eyes
lazing
under a citrine sun
Amethyst iris preen
through amber rays
of afternoon
the shadow
of a moon stone
whispering
behind an aquamarine sky
A silent pool meditates
in turquoise
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Tiffany Mosaic Hues of Blues
Pantoum Form
Tiffany mosaic hues of blues
Reflecting on the vast ocean’s glass o’re
An unexplored big blue world
Pursues to crawl on its belly up the inland shore
Reflecting on the vast ocean’s glass o’re
Reaching as far as its foaming fingers can amend
Pursues to crawl on its belly up the inland shore
Imprints left against the golden grains of sand
Reaching as far as its foaming fingers can amend
Receding horizons perennially blue sky sinking to weave
Imprints left against the golden grains of sand
Expanding as far as the sapphire blue eyes can see
Receding horizons perennially blue sky sinking to weave
Sounds of ocean waves captured in the majesty’s wind
Expanding as far as the sapphire blue eyes can see
As we swallow the scents of briny tears and wet sand
Sounds of ocean waves captured in the majesty’s wind
An unexplored big blue world
As we swallow the scents of briny tears and wet sand
Tiffany mosaic hues of blues
2/27/2016