DUST PIXIES INSIDE GRANNY’S CEDAR CHEST
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Amidst the ancient whispers of timeworn wood,
underneath time and the cedar’s scent
a gathering of dust pixies flutters, luminescent.
adventurous, bubbly, curious, daring, effervescent.
Their xerophytic murmurs fill the attic air;
dancing on sunbeams upon gossamer wings,
these aerial acrobats ballet on dust motes illuminantly.
flecks glimmer, hundreds invade jubilantly.
Prismatic creatures of color, lively as summer’s breeze,
they celebrate the dust, mundane
journeying through mystical realms where they reign.
kaleidoscopic, luminous, microscopic, numerous, opulent.
Zipping back into the cedar’s shadows,
innocent guardians of memories hide in forgotten linens,
their fleeting glimpse of magic locked away.
playful, quirky, restless, synchronous, twinkletoes
Categories:
linens, 12th grade, fantasy, magic,
Form: Rhyme
I'm between the devil and the deep sea.
From the grabs of stress, I wish to be free.
Flaws, like storms, uproot me from existence.
Moments move like streams with no resistance.
With sloth and pride, my specks of soul are foiled.
I wash my linens. They seem to get soiled.
I thirst for care, concern, and compassion.
Why do jars of hemlock provoke passion?
I cry like a child that's dropped in a pit.
My life has been like garbs that are ill-knit.
Alone I sail on deep seas in cracked boats.
My mind, like an ant on a dried leaf, floats.
Categories:
linens, life, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
Juicy Couture
Juicy Couture
Dont make ish like this no more
Bring back good fashion
SHEIN is tired
Wool, silk, linens
Put polyester in a fire
The fads have faded
Trends are tired
Give us proper clothes
Our situation is dire
This waste, this consumption
Our society is plagued
This greed, this hunger
Buying through guilt and rage
A human hole
Fill it with stuff
Emotions take hold
Fill it with fluff
No depth
Less dimension
Sorrowfully empty
Riddled with tension
It tugs, it pulls
Waits for your truth
It gnaws, it scream
Be the sleuth
No one can understand
First, you must learn
Self-discovering journey
Then peace you will earn
No hole, only hope
No greed, but gratitude
Find yourself chanting
No woes, but platitudes
Their tales old as time
Hold truth in every rhyme
Follow a life of your design
Don't believe it?
This is the sign.
Categories:
linens, 11th grade, absence,
Form: Free verse
in rainbow linens
kaleidoscopic tulips ~
flirt under blue sky
Categories:
linens, flower, seasons, spring,
Form: Haiku
Damp linens flung aside
sodden cushions
Flank by flank
She was damp
Nickel sack and bark rings
Verdant gaze meet hazel orbs
Ripe late April Northern Flatlands moisture
Slaughterhouse savory mist perfume
Slender dull rose covering on the pane
Cooling unit recirculating
Coral beams groom her visage
Midday vernal noon
the drizzle ceased the light slivered in
Naked gourd blossoms adhesive juice
Lurching brined
The toddler flesh on her abdomen
She didn’t cleanse
Just exited my one-room lodging
Infatuation perspiration,
Empty uterus,
Pixie sperm dribbling,
Contraceptive device
Marriage band fabricator.
Categories:
linens, america, angst, children, confusion,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
2025.1.28.
Chinese New Year Eve.
Tonight, all Chinese and Asian,
Busy to celebrate the lunar new year.
The entire house has been thoroughly clean,
From floors to ceilings,
In the cupboards, and on the benches,
New or freshly pressed blankets, linens, clothes and shoes have been chosen.
All these were performed,
To serve as their wishes have been granted,
To receive good luck for the whole year.
Tonight, all the family members,
Come home from all the globe's corner,
Gathering around to share their reunion dinner,
Happy and luckily to meet each other.
Share the nicest meal ever,
The abalone, fish, and a soupy desert,
Made of flour, round in shape...
Writing up to here,
All of a sudden, I feel unease and lonely.
I have had a lovely family.
Which I have already lost for many years.
Happy new year to all Chinese.
Categories:
linens, appreciation, celebration, family, food,
Form: Free verse
The ship of dreams
Opulent surroundings
Fancy bed linens
Luxurious dinner plates and tablecloths
Gleaming virginal utensils
Dazzling crystal chandeliers
Polished walnut woodwork
Gold gilded fireplaces
Wardrobes ready for furs and dresses
An experienced captain
Eager staff
Bustling activity
Musicians, artists, businessmen aboard
High ranking officials, wealthy industrialists, celebrities
Cruising flawlessly in clear blue sea
A haven and heaven during the day
Easy sleeping and dreaming in the evening
J.P. Morgan was disappointed to have to cancel at the last minute
Four glorious days of sailing
Around Midnight April 15th, 1912 the Titanic struck an iceberg
The chunk of devilry slashed a three-hundred-foot gash in the hull
Haphazard evacuation ensued
First lifeboat could have held sixty-five people
It left with twenty-eight
The dream ship broke in half after filling halfway up with water
In two hours fifteen hundred people died
The majority of them froze to death in the North Atlantic
Categories:
linens, history,
Form: Free verse
It’s a warehouse now!
Apartment no more,
filled with bags and boxes
and cartons galore.
Go look in the drawer,
But the item’s not in it.
In the box marked Save,
Discard, Storage Unit?
Never mind, it’s gone.
and whatever its fate,
I may see it again
or perhaps it’s too late.
I’ll sleep in my chair.
The bed is smothered
with clothes I must sort,
some linens and others.
I trip over things that
were left on the floor
and find I can’t open
the coat closet door.
A few days from now
the move will get done
and I’ll get settled in.
I can imagine the fun!
Categories:
linens, anxiety, confusion, humor, moving
Form: Rhyme
“The Marketplace”
Today the marketplace is open.
Ready with crisp linens for handfuls of gold.
Hordes of buyers stomp the asphalt
scurrying by and through to the next.
I have worn my smile.
My hair is wind-born.
smelling of burnt amber and roses.
My dress, summer silk, covers my flesh -
Tones like island-bronze.
And I have worn my smile.
I banter over prices, politely.
Others haggle, fussing, who is next.
I, alone in my company, solo with passing
memories of your hands on my face.
I show everyone my smile.
Evening approaches, hushing the buzz of the crowd.
Memories of you sink into the dark...
falling with my head upon my pillow.
I remember walking the marketplace with you
and how you made me smile.
Categories:
linens, absence, emotions, longing, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
Motivated by Lilibet Wallpaper
"Chickens will do." And a pause
"For another yard of georgette linens too."
And every capped reasons opened at last,
as a stair, for a stare, to ask about the rear,
"What about the full cotton fabrics or Chinese poplin?"
And impeccable time smiled on me, " Rather, this should be bobbling, that is inevitable."
"Ed good, this is still an issue room for mending.
Are you in?"
"Precisely! Exactly for what?" I heard.
"Is it the hall room? Or the ballroom?" I asked.
"It seemed a courtroom though." I heard my question answered, seemingly, in a bit startled voice.
"Nope. It is not a room, It is a table salt, tied to a prayer, that gifts the container, the neon, and the utility, and God willing, the next day we are expected to find the room." After a while, the assurance delivered.
"Though shawl thee!" I intervened.
"let's go home! Shall we?"
Categories:
linens, allegory, clothes, computer, poetry,
Form: Free verse
One we were tiny babies
resembling infant Jesus;
Mary's graceful smile illuminated
his joyful face that angels adored!
And this heavenly child wrapped
in humble linens was prophesized
to be a supreme king over people and nations;
Erode feared Him from birth: he killed all babies!
Love these tiny babies
resembling infant Jesus;
cuddle them, admire their innocence:
they're the sight of pure blissfulness!
Many are loved by mothers with a gentle tone,
others are cruelly abandoned on church's steps
to become those orphans crying alone:
find then a home, spare them loneliness!
Categories:
linens, children, gospel, jesus, joy,
Form: Rhyme
Oil on paper, skies are grey
It’s a windy autumn day
I see linens on the line
Bedsheet swings behind the vine
There's your shirt of navy blue
And my sweater of green hue
And it was so long ago
Where now do we belong?
I’m not sure I can tell
Memory can’t serve that well
Can you recognize the place?
Did we really leave a trace?
Oil on paper, V&A
Sunrays flash impales the grey
Linens, swinging on the line
Through the foliage of time.
Categories:
linens, destiny, places, remember,
Form: Rhyme
As Freshly Laundered Linens
Secured By Pins On a Back Yard Clothes Line
Airing Out In Daisy Aromatic Breeze
Set to Dry Under The Friendly Not too Hot Sun!
I Sigh, For this is All In My Mind
Sitting on My Granma's Front Porch
In Refuge From the Grueling Rays
Urging Me to Bare My Thoughts and Pen What I'm Thinking
Front Porch Resort, High Noon, Anti Sun Bathing
Dehydrating My Will For any Outdoor Frolicking
I Sigh, For While I Sit In The Shade
Cool Northern Breeze Blithely Tickles Laughing Leaves
Birds Chirping Chapters About Disappearing Honey Bees
Propound Is the Scenery and Serenade
Convenient Atmosphere For Shadow Work In the Shade
I Penned, I Sigh
I Think When I Pen and Pen What I Think
Seated On Granma's Old Wooden Porch Chair
The Chair She Once Sat On, She Ascended and Left Her Earthly Effects Here
I Sigh, Sometimes I Shed a Few Tears
Empty Nested, Time Tested
Constant Gratitude for Granma's Love And Energy Invested
All of Nature Singing A Song I Wish To Remember
Chorus Of Natural Equilibrium And Profound Splendor
I Sigh, Audibly In Silent Relief, Nature's Song Soothing Grief
As the Sun Sets, I Am Soothed, Settled, Nested in Peace.
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Categories:
linens, grandmother, memorial, sunset,
Form: Free verse
No seeds, spinach or carrots around;
no greens, or reds, or oranges found.
Only the smooth sliding elegance
of twosome as one in skating dance.
"Sequined Septuagenarians"
much smoother than fresh-ironed linens.
Golden, gliding glances so well-known,
minute, mellow movements, subtly shown.
A bittersweet moment hangs midair
as dazzling Old Smoothies sway with flair.
Both smoothies are good parcel and part,
but Old Smoothies give rise to the heart.
Categories:
linens, age, appreciation, dance, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
Scripture references
Matthew 27:62-28: 15
John 20: 7-9
Why did the angel roll the stone away?
Not so Jesus could get out.
He had already gone from man's tomb.
He was busy, doing what God had wanted Him to do.
The angel came but an earthquake happened as a results.
Who folded the face cloth?
Did Jesus Himself fold the face cloth?
The other linens were in a different place.
Remember when Lazarus came forth, he was still wrapped in his
Where did His clothes come from?
I have no answer except they were miraculous clothes.
Can you imagine?
The joy.
The understanding that hit the disciples and followers when they
realized what taken place.
They probably were thinking why did we not see before what
was really going to take place.
Read the Bible, ask God through His Son, Jesus, to open your eyes so you can see more clearly what it is saying to you.
Categories:
linens, faith,
Form: Free verse
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