Articles and stories over a thousand years with peers
Bastion of world and unearthly cheers
Chanting, litting the candles of history
Deepens on hearts of directory
Excerpts of penners' calls immortal
Fountain of inspirational walls eternal
Gallantry in thoughts etched on boards
Highlighted in neon lights, not swords
Inlet of brimming vividry
Jargon of poetic brevity
Kaolin of delicate crystals
Lining, circling in virtuous celestials
Might of dear penners
Nestled in curves and strokes of thinkers
Outpouring of hearts' endless desires
Pillars of writing bolstered with wires
Queues numbered in heralded battalion
Racing with olives in pavilion
Strength of ink on reams of poetry
Tingling ribs with humor and artistry
Up and down you sit and relax
Voices of souls never lax
Wonders in writing and imagery
Xylophone of tones, echoes in bravery
Your mighty pen tells it all
Zany or bold, each word says it all
Abalones,
Babbit of abalones,
Containing lots of them;
Designed artistically,
Enough of them though have cracks.
Few of them are too shinny to glare,
Good enough to back your stare.
Huge enough to hold in a pocket,
Inspires you to use as a locket.
Jackpots here you make with a piece,
Kaolin cannot spread such grease.
Lovely thy tender nature, lovely thy soul,
Marvelous tender-hearted like a poor mule.
Nature of your structure edifies you to hide,
Optimistic you are enough reasoned that might.
Queenly looked oh Royal Abalones!
Risen dramatically from the sea bed alone.
Stains cannot pollute your beauty of the shell,
Tough to surpass it by any jewel.
Unrivaled it is what’s yours inside,
Veil of yours kept it hide.
When you open yourself, it’s beyond
X-ray, somehow like Xerox of heart,
You’re just yourself
Zenana of enlightened ray- heavenly and smart!
Kaolin ceramics shelved for display
A framed mirror suggests a window into time
Fortifications in a continuum surround this fortress
Inside a Southwestern style is secured
Bulldozing nature for architectural delight
Rich in warm tones and textures of stucco
Baroque oval portals lead into substructures
Endearing pine stripped.....stained to perfection
Strategically placed beamed ceilings finesse
Whitewashed antlers hang above a fireplace
Not a hunters home but a setting of one once known
A water well stands with an antique pump
As an unyeilding sun drenches the broken claylike ground
Genuinely revealing a life long past
In Beautiful New Mexico a Southwestern home is found
~This was inspired by Brian….and his Cameo piece~I hadn't used or seen the
word KAOLIN in some time...and it reminded me of the west....hence, I used the
word first and went from there~
Upon my face of earthenware
So many feet have laid bare
Maiolica wearing thin-
My colours now growing dim
Revealing my kaolin