Best Tiffany Poems
She wore a tiffany hat with a bow and six big plumes of red and white,
it had an ultra wide asymmetrical brim that rolled up to one side.
When it came to dames like this I believe God ran out of humble stock !
She wore pompadour shoes, like she had nothing to lose
and rouge so red it made the cardinals have fainting spells !
Her hair was soaked in henna, elderberry & radish extract,
and I believe her dress was stitched in the boudoir of coco-channel!
She was a nouveau riche reveling in her new found fame
and everything in her life was right as rain until that fatal day,
when her hat expanded 10 x its size, growing past her shoulders
like a great big beast, of leavened yeast!
Her hat pins strained from the strain of those great big plumes,
moaning and groaning from her lithe walk and all that perfume !
Then First World War arrived and suddenly it was unpatriotic
to be concerned with one's appearance !
She was no Rockefeller and didn't own a rupee nor a heller,
so she became a steadfast loyal dame, like dear old Helen Keller .
What happened to that big old hat, with the plumes of red and white ?
She stewed it, brewed it, boiled it down then poured it in a flask,
and yes she drank it slowly,... just in case you thought to ask !
March 30/ 2025
Written: November 09, 2023
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An allegedly assured affix
distracted by wistfulness
to assess arousal of anguish,
wherewithal shadows tackle by day
amidst thick mist, in propinquity dry wells.
carrying a titian heartbreak on my shoulder.
a gentle regret that is not a zenith dread;
brocade as taffeta, a bluesy lullaby.
spun from gentle yarns; weaved.
Striving to scale a sibilant soil surface
toward porous roots of sequoia
trapped by the force of gravity.
allow only tangerine tears to flow
from my sorrow.
Getting into the quagmire.
in quest of one's fortitude.
whilst waiting for syzygy perigee,
to occur on perihelion.
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
2/26/2016
United colours: BLUE - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
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
Treat life as Senryu
With less talk and new action
Success soon follows
Tiffany lamps
were invented by
girls in 1888,
to soften the walls
of quiet parlors
where men were
hushed and sat
politely with hands
between their knees.
.
The grace was
stolen in 1992 when
the symbols of New York
Jets replaced the flowers
and Tiffany
lighted laughter
on the bars
where trumpets blare.
*I recently started a home job of ghost writing little articles
for company blogs and promotions.
I made a poem from one of the essays about Tiffany sports lamps.
Jessica Tiffany got a sex change operation . But she did not du it here.
She did it in a different nation ! Let,s fly butterfly got a sex change too !
But let,s fly butterfly isn,t a Jew !
Victoria Joseph wants a sex change operation. But she lives far from dr.brassard &
The Canada nation ! Nikki pilawa is a make up girl , in the new Zealand nation .
She looks like Megan follows , so maybe she can get all the boys she wants ,
Without that sex change operation !
Grace Robertson is half Japanese , her hair extensions fall off win ever she sneezes !
Physical chimera likes 2 play video games ! If j.j.abrams wood hire her 2 play
Saylor moon , she mite even change her names !
Maya markus Henry from Toronto could be twins with Ella Elliot from England ,
Thay boeth got bleached blond ! Thay are boeth on dr.brassard,s list.
But Ella wood have 2 travel far across the pond ! ...
Giving someone a piece of your heart
Takes trust, he's special enough to have it
You took a piece of his and held it so carefully
This love you two had, you knew was a gift
But he died too soon, the worst thing to happen
And became the piece of the heart you gave him
Now you hold his heart and that piece he is now
He's in it and you got it back again
To trade that piece for just a moment in time
Would be worth all the stars in the sky
But to hold on to all the memories is important
The stories you share make him immortal
All these things that makes his life new
You are such a loving, caring person
By carrying this grief so long
You might shut yourself down
Be the light he fell in love with, the song
Fight the fight, you are a survivor, sing so loud
Love him til the day you die like he did you, stand so proud.
January 7, 2017
Tiff I am sorry for your pain.
You invaded my heart and brain,
Yet you say I gave you that stain.
I can't forget your smile.
Hope you will stay and help me train.
Please just stay for a while.
O’ my beautiful queen and goddess;
You always hold my heart and put it into test.
You are my goddess though I’m just a warrior,
A warrior who knocks at heaven for its superior.
O’ my angel who swept my feet;
You always bring the sun and sweep my wreath.
You are my sunshine when I’m in the dark,
A phantom who always bring my spark.
O’ my fair and handsome lady,
You always enter my heart without a parody.
You are my clown when I’m in a frown,
A lady I want around this town.
O’ my maiden, O’ my queen,
Your battle of love I shall never win.
But still the thing you put into my lips is funny,
Because you are my one and only Tiffany.
The design sketched --
shards of words and phrases
lie in their trays
sorted by colour
and shape
to be fashioned into a new poem --
to dazzle and illuminate.
Ashley and Tiffany
Tiffany and Ashley
A combination you'll probably never hear again
She was my partner in crime
We would cast fear in those who crossed us
And cause trouble for anyone that looked at us wrong
Laughing harder than we should have making the teacher quickly silence us.
We were the dynamic duo
Going to that corner you found to escape the world and talk about our future together
Our stupid aruguments about politics, being more serious than they needed to be, and ending it off in a screaming match
Calling each other and spewing pointless things for hours
I guess you can say we were on top of the world
but then I moved
we tried to keep close but it faded
Our calls that was once hours, lasted minutes
the endless topics we had, depleted to stuff like "how was school"
we had nothing in common anymore, when it used to seem we had everything
At one point I considered you to be my sister, my friend, my teacher, my student, my lover, my soulmate, my everything
But now you're gone and now it's just Ashley.
She’s in my heart,
She’s part of my soul,
I think about her,
And I’m afraid I’ll forget her,
I want her to come back.
Tiffany
An Aunt that’s bright and artistic always happy to please
What great amount of joy Tiffany brings me (:
From facebook to the phone she always makes me smile
No matter the great mile
My Uncle found THE one I’m happy to call a Heathcott
We never would have imagined claiming an Oki till now,
You turn frowns upside down,
A mom, a grandma, an aunt, a cousin, an owner and a wife
Tiffany you are my rock……..
An inspiring aunt(:
He fought by her side and gained her trust
He broke that trust and broke her heart
He left her
So she battles alone
She battles her mind
She is lost
And I don’t know how to find her
I’ve never had anyone find me or fight by my side
So how am I to know how to fight with her
How can I support her
How to help her find herself again
So that she can see what I see every time I look at her
How can I show her the strength and beauty that shines from her
How do I prove to her that she is more exquisite than a crystal clear night sky
How can I help restore her faith in herself