Long Silk Poems
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Save me, Cotton, save me, O,
from the Polyester foe.
Shield me with your porous weave
on back and neck and chest and sleeve
lest I be trapped and worn to bits
by Acetates and Double-knits
that tease and taunt with silken flair
yet hide their poison: WASH AND WEAR.
Blessed Linen, Wool and Silk,
the likes of which are mother's milk
please keep me in your sacred shell
and save me from synthetic hell.
I come prepared with iron and board
as any knight with shield and sword
and would remain pure and chaste(though lonely)
if I could but read the words: DRY CLEAN ONLY.
On bended knee I plead, I beg
(while nursing an arthritic leg)
keep me save and free from harm
beneath your oh-so-natural arm.
If this aid you are ill to rend
I would settle for a blend.
P.S. But absolutely me no wanna
that vile nylon called, Qiana!
In twilight's glow where shadows dance,?The heart finds peace in fate's embrace,?With whispered winds that softly prance,?We yield to love, a tender grace.
Sweet surrender, a gentle tide,?That washes over weary souls,?In quiet moments, hearts confide,?As time, like silk, unfurls and rolls.
The burdens fade, the doubts take flight,?In trust, we lay our armor down,?Each glance a spark, each touch a light,?In this soft haven, we are found.
Beneath the stars, in moonlit streams,?We trace the dreams that time forgets,?In every sigh, in every gleam,?Sweet surrender, our hearts’ best bets.
With every breath, the world dissolves,?As two become a single beat,?In tender holds, the mystery evolves,?In sweet surrender, we are complete.
So let the winds of fate conspire,?To guide our paths where passions blend,?In love's embrace, we find the fire,?A sweet surrender, with no end.
What would I be?
Would it be that of pain and sorrow or that to which is of happiness and tomorrows.
It is of the heart you find as you find that of life’s trials.
As to stand as such in a manner one can stand, that in there it was no room to spare.
For it comes like a drop of rain, that tear to which falls.
It is of love but that of a fall.
It is of glory as you have giving me this day, which it wasn’t a tear of pain but that of joy
to which had rein.
It was of a soul on high that soars upper skies but from down deep to which that
tear drop fell at feet.
It was from that of a hearts fly that the tear came from an eye.
It was there I had found love that causes me to cry.
As you, I remember and it came from inside.
Soaring through body and soul, finding it’s way to the tear droplet in the eye.
And there it came, a love from inside.
Because there you have crossed my insides and made me cry.
It is there my heart cry’s with a roar and a growl, for a love never to stray.
It is of a desire to love one as delicate as a rose.
As a warm mist had blown in and gave me a rose.
It was of a taste I could smell but of you to which caught my eye.
That of an extraordinary beauty wrapped all in silk, as I seen you shine of a yellow,
which was sun shine of drips.
It was there the tear drops started as you stole away a heart in prep.
For that to which was to become real love but is now your love.
It’s there the tear drops rein as it feels you near with a tug.
As my heart feels of rain, knowing you are at far.
Wanting to hold one of such love, knowing I would be fulfilled with love.
With much of my hearts love and that’s having you to love.
It isn’t that of pain but joy, but that of a tear drop that reins for joy.
As with you, I have found a tear of joy.
It is as if the world is upside down.
The ground is too light,
in comparison
to the too dark sky.
The fiercest,
boldest,
shades in nature,
clash together.
They form the
brightest
streak of golden brilliance
ever imaginable.
In that sea of darkness
I can see vibrant,
energized,
light.
At my perch by the windowsill
I can watch the world around me
thrash in rage.
But… it passes by.
Leaving the world
new,
refreshed,
soothed.
I take one step
into the
world outside,
and then another.
The ground feels soft
beneath my feet.
The grass slicker than
the finest silk.
The air that seeps
into my lungs with each
heave and ho
of my chest.
Is cleaner than
any air I’ve breathed
In a long time.
So, I sit.
I tuck my feet beneath me,
Criss-crossed and Indian style,
taking more of
those cleansing breaths.
And I think
and remember...
If this is
what it is like
after every surge of rage,
every clash of nature’s emotions.
It should storm
more often.
Wrapped around the sylphlike waist
the sumptuous silk chiffon sari
is hand-gathered into even pleats,
likened to the petals of a flower,
and is tucked bewitchingly below the navel
baring the midriff alluringly.
The loose-end Pallu, crosses over
a sleeveless bosom-hugging choli
and is draped caressingly over the shoulder.
As she bends over to fix the hem of her sari
one gets to sneak a peek at her cleavage
before she clutches the gliding Pallu.
Ha, the vision of the divine!
like catching a glimpse of heaven
before the Pearly Gates slam in your face.
A symbol of fragility and femininity,
Sari is the embodiment of elegance and grace
An outfit for the Apsara—
At once demure and saucy!
(Pallu: loose end of a sari; Choli: a blouse; Apsara: A celestial Nymph)
~Contest: Imagism Poetry contest
~Sponsor: Emile Pinet.
Long and softlike Habutai silk your hair surrounds me
gathering like soft golden clouds, engulfing me with pure pleasure.
Your supple lips pout wordless whisperslingering longingly against my cheek,as feline softness presses firm against my longing body.
Cool satin fingers caress warm tingles through my sensile skin
so soft, it is, it takes my breath away, leaving my burning chest empty,
as silken strands entwineso slowlyin pilous brush, pure ecstasy,
leaving me breathless, knowing for this moment, I would gladly die for you.
12/07/15
The Girl Next Door
The baby breeze blew briskly
Like the swiftness of a light limb,
Caressing my lonesome heart,
As it bore her voice nigh: quest of hearts.
I looked through the silk curtain
Obstruenting my view of the silken.
She was in her night gown: cruel bikini.
The swell of her breast, a calling fountain.
I wanted to dash into the waves,
Get locked up in its coziness.
But, she pulled the curtain over again:
The girl next door just never cares.
Return I then to my cushion again disappointed,
With a tortured hope: perhaps, she feels same bout me.
19:06:28:19:22
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral piece. The girl next Door
There are many things that get to me,
I don't just have one channel;
Like the feel of silk against my skin,
Or soft, warm cotton flannel.
I love to go out riding,
Through the woods and fields, past streams.
I love the smell of mountain air,
And the sound of an eagle's scream,
As he soars above the peaks,
Amid the craggy splendor,
Of the cliffs where eaglets nest,
Safe from things that hinder.
I love the feel of sunshine,
'Pon my face, shoulders and back,
As it's warmth seeps deep inside my bones,
As I lie in the sun and nap.
I love the sound of birdsong,
And the rain upon my roof;
The sound the wind makes 'round the eaves,
And the lonely call of the wolf.
So many things can speak to me,
If I am wont to hear it;
Things that calm and soothe me;
It's like music to my spirit.
Sitting was i alone in the jungle of thought.
For one annonymous phenonmenon i did sort.
Then came an old sage,
Who was vividly stricken in age.
He was clothed in a silk trained at war,
Hungry shoe and praising top.
Then did he obstruct my view from behind,
With his deflowered hand-almost made me blind.
Then did my rein and vein retired instantly,
Drenched in weakness and worry.
My heart paced the path of extinction,
Timid of what may be the succession.
But later was i bethrot to courage,
And withheld the sage's hand to consume it like porridge.
You need to know who was there.
Oh by heaven,it was fear.
He had come to detain my courage,
And make me to him a bowl of porridge.
When the chilly morn gets rainy
there's a place that I go to
there's a land I call my world
which belongs to me and you
Its the world of all is possible
Its the world of make believe
Its the place of pumpkin carriages
Its the dreamland of a queen
Its the world of Mary Poppins
Snow White and the seven dwarfs
Its the land of little mermaid
where conched sea-shells play their songs
When still dusk undress the moonlight
there's a place that I go to
there's this star which always travel
all the way across the blue
There's the dancing of a beauty
and the warm arms of a beast
There are splashes of a rainbow
casting hues over palm trees
As cold winter turns to summer
and as autumn's fog greets spring
every teardrop becomes dew soft
on a fairy's gossamer wing
And each frown becomes a laugh line
in the blessing of today
as I sit down on my porch swing
just to watch the children play
Life's lost garden births silk petals
from wild thorns of yesterday
as I water first pink blossoms
clouds pass by in shades of grey.