Rattan Poems - Poems about Rattan

...My father bought a Willys Jeep When I was just a kid. My mother took one look at it And man, she flipped her lid. A station wagon was the car He’d told her he would buy. To him, they were equ......Read the rest...

...Temporal incarnation of Aphrodite... induces idyllic reverie delight evoking similar surge, when skirting, and eluding fidelity defining the marital law on par with courting in flagrante deli......Read the rest...

...Like nomad soul, he flew away Looking for a fine place to stay A deck of cards, full of aces He searched gold in far flung places His great nickname means "rattan bag" He's a packer, moved ......Read the rest...

...Rocking slowly A rattan armchair Tired body Eyes pinning at the ceiling Blank No lizards No beetles Bored and alone Mind loose Eyes dimming On the past Fading away At last eyes clos......Read the rest...

...like a rattan vine I try to creep, climb and crawl ~ to touch the blue sky 15 November 2021......Read the rest...

...Bangs… shots of memories past Take me back to where I was… The barbed wire walls, The plank beds The grenades fall. My eyes were wide open Like a lost deer separated from the herd. The sm......Read the rest...

...They are not from Chiang Mai, they are a tribal people who speak a hill language. They ride through the night on bicycles to settle at dawn beside the Ping River. Girls' unroll rattan mats s......Read the rest...

...My laundry basket’s tall and round, Of wicker or rattan. We’ve had it since some years before Our children’s lives began. It sits beneath the windowsill, Its cover in its place And patiently ......Read the rest...

...Hands folded prayer like to beseech thee to abduct me with no cause to up braid natural temptation found temptation commanding from divine dada disobeyed Earthbound Olympian of love, ......Read the rest...

...Through the long gone years, I have much grown… From a young schoolboy to a present day aging crone… But in my mind, I am as I have always been… All through the years and after all that I have s......Read the rest...

...Garden Party Summer breezes gently Brushes against my face Sunlight teases my eyes Wakens me Its morning Bouquet of fragrances to my nose Guides me to my garden Its there I find my peace......Read the rest...

...Horrified Woodland In the forest of bamboo poles walked it was hot and I felt like a lost ant not remembering where its hill was. I tried to pull up a bamboo pole I remembered that as a boy I ......Read the rest...

...The quick thumps made me realize he is breaking down, little by little – As opposed to those footsteps of his bolding audience – on a rattan chair. He ......Read the rest...

...PUDLOS* You are a rattan stick. You show an image of discipline with my father's strong hand gripping tightly on one of your ends. Father shouts in anger as you hit me. (I have made......Read the rest...

...a tall glass of chilled lemonade in his hand, he sits in a rattan lounging chair at the veranda that looks out to a tropical beach ......Read the rest...