Brocades Poems - Poems about Brocades

...What do think of Gay Pheasant, the Lord, she asked me. Meg had apparently invited him to her afternoon tea. He is a bit persnickety and prissy I said to my cousin. Meg is always being sought by su......Read the rest...

...Sometimes, when your sparkling spirit waltzes with me to the perfumed periwinkle grooves of saffron breezes, I'm lost in a forever gaze, within those flickering ferns of a nascen......Read the rest...

...There was a homeless lady, one afternoon, outside the hospital. Was she homeless? I don’t know. She had a ladened shopping cart, which, on TV, is kind of a signature. We were inside, waiting for......Read the rest...

...I stare at your mythic eyes That bear black onyx in disguise And the long brocades you wear That are just as mesmerizing as your hair And your clear soft skin Pigments perfectly mixed Makes m......Read the rest...

...The Babe A babe with golden eyes, dirty knotted hair, with hunger for a belly, lies starving, ......Read the rest...

...His earnest quest for survival Has meant off-and-on revival, Bus boarding to far-off crusades, For weeks avoiding nice brocades… Not anymore one who’d bubble, Sometimes chin with a week’s stub......Read the rest...

...Blue Stone Sagittarius piano fingers waltzing splendidly upon my laptop. I can hear your nervous ticking heart clapping and tapping— Collapsing there— as the meat philosophers send their brocade......Read the rest...

...The pine tree stands straight in the clouds, For it is ashamed of any curves and bends. Various wild vines do not concede defeat, They cling and climb to the top to compete. Autumn flowers are in......Read the rest...

...Life never handed her brocades no silver lining accolades Diligence, her saving grace dreams and faith interlaced She would know the deepest loss become the one to fight the cause Sheltering ......Read the rest...

...The king was incandescent, In the brocades and creped damasks, His knights and his attendants All surrounded his gilt throne. A multitude was gathered, For the seasonal oration, Warming sons......Read the rest...

...IRONY My joy that I wasn't born a Nigerian Is that my parents are Yorubas I would have been limited to Naira Mo dúpé pé mo lókó nílé (All thanks, I have a hoe) Mo láyò pé omo alápatà sá lèmi......Read the rest...

...THE ISLANDS OF IMAGINATION Our trek was in the mind, no ifs or buts : Our trek was amongst the yards of trading estate factories. First factory had piles of metal off-cuts - Pick ‘em......Read the rest...

...Affluent and formal pink lilies deck the tables; we await the sweet, affected laughter of our friends. Bedecked in bouffant hair-do's perfumes, ermines, jewels brocades and buckled shoes, ......Read the rest...

...These villains in the land of Prejudice Sitted in terraces, funding dareDevils... Painting innocent faces with faeces from Boko bum...Issh!!! Insult, added with salt upon injury And we lavish......Read the rest...

...Hall Of Blank Portraits To my father, I paint you as the sea, Ebbing and flowing In my memory. Drifting in the doldrums Immortal and serene, Sleeping forever In blues and green, I s......Read the rest...