Nectared graces overwhelming must
Underline your pulse-halting charms;
Utopian opal spelt by honeyed terms,
Resistless pearl cased in mortal dust.
Fair-miened nymphs kings did melt;
But such sly vixens, like old Phoenix
Acing artful Death's ambrosial tricks,
Would find your rig a conundrum yet.
Dead fancy's fairy in gowns of wool,
Would vote this trim flawless figure
Finer than fiction's gildings meager;
Nature’s art unsullied by apish tool.
Nor would pageant-lauded beauties,
Though posh their foppish styles be;
With roses laureled in limitless glee,
Dim this time's own queen of cuties.
Where lurks this sure paragon high,
Beauty-capped acme of poets' tales;
Yet glamorous and unbeaten in vales
Of breath and death where jewels lie?
Categories:
gildings, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Fastidious gildings must dot your mien:
Sizzling lips that ooze unbridled charm,
And a neck sleekest with angelic luster
To daze the eye and sun a smitten arm.
Still deeper graces beyond corporeal eye
Shall your gold’s stoutest bulwarks prove:
A mind pliable into another’s loftier ideal,
A heart malleable to wit’s forging groove.
A full stock of sly eccentricities to baulk
Pert overstepping darts round the clock;
And a placating vocular chime that tells
Time’s tick better than poor-piping bells.
A hope that dares azure's illest signs;
Turning gaffes into leaps onto higher
Insights purer than filtered science,
Dwarfing Fate and her fiendish fire.
And shall all these bejeweled traits
Sure lie within one maiden’s tastes,
And finally match the magic gleams
Of that fairy gal I see in my dreams?
Categories:
gildings, dream, feelings, first love,
Form: Ode
Berlin's a place that contradicts -
It's vibrant, but it's haunting,
The paradigm of hipness, with
A history most daunting.
The damage done in World War II
Reduced it to a rubble
And then the famous wall went up,
Which led to years of trouble.
You can't forget (and never should)
The Nazi reign of terror.
Memorials abound atoning
For that awful era.
Yet everything has been restored.
You won't see ancient buildings,
But modern takes of what was lost,
Replete with domes and gildings.
This is a city worth a trip,
With coolness overriding,
Defiant that to all the world
Its past will not be hiding.
Categories:
gildings, travel,
Form: Rhyme
The Shutterbug (Vivian Maier) -by Trevor McLeod
She shot through life and captured photo.
Dismissed her name for art.
Took thousands of great photographs
and in the end did part.
Her photos came from on the street.
Rich characters and buildings.
While Vivian held the camera tight
aligning folks and gildings.
She took more pictures than developed.
Filled boxes high to store.
A hoarder she would save her papers
sure to fill the floor.
While some would just accept her mess.
Others thought it brute.
A nanny, she would often leave
while never bearing fruit.
Her reputation was quite sour.
insisting in her way.
For Vivian Maier life was strict
for talent she would pay.
Her death brought out her single passion.
The one she had kept hidden.
In life she went along unnoticed.
still; some are glad they're ridden.
For Vivian Maier the path was tough.
She suffered for her art.
She filled her suitcase full of photos
all taken from the heart.
Remember her for all her talent.
Worth more than just her name.
And love her for the person she was
now she's been shot in fame.
Vivian Maier -deathly devoted.(1926–2009)
Categories:
gildings, appreciation, celebrity, character, dedication,
Form: Quatrain
“The lives of stone How rich they must be”
-Delphine, wife of Auguste Escoffier
Betrayed by ghosts
Alive in drifting candle smoke
Stain memories relinquished in time
Gathered in joyous gildings, now lost
Truth is not welcome
Only the essence of imagination
The essence
Of imagination
*Dedicated to the King of Chefs- Auguste Escoffier
12/29/11
Categories:
gildings, dedication,
Form: Free verse