Short Adornments Poems

intricately decorated napkin
my pen runs dry...

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Squirrel and birds with ridiculously wild hats
I am twisting in joy as I see your adornments phats!
You are rocking it at this old lady’s tearoom so pretty.
I am sure your conversations are incredibly witty....

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                                            Summer's adornments
                                    Gone underground disappeared....
                                             Awaits springs rebirth

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Amidst the woods, there existed exquisite birds,
Warbling melodiously upon trees with rhythms that charm,
Their vibrant hues reminiscent of a festive evergreen,
Meticulously adorned within the forest's arboreal realm, akin to celebration adornments....

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Leave your adornments out.
Admonish fluff to flee,
Carried away from sight. 
Anneal your true meaning,
Never more concealing
Intention, with detours
Confounding what you say.

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15 April 2017...

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such class
such grace
a lady of glamour
gold adornments
fit for a queen
gilded slippers at her feet
exotic as a mystical perfume
parading her culture
with flare and dignity
an ambassador
a diplomat
an empress
a goddess



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on September 20, 2019...

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OBSERVATIONS
a dream
 of truth
  deserving
  enthusiasm
in
never-to-be- forgotten
  expectations

 predictions
 adornments
 engravings
with
compositions
reiterating
 appropriate
images
  alongside
 continuity
of
 viewpoints

divisive
diminished
 prospects
 destabilise
stability
&
  benefit
the
 sympathetic...

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The Asian Tiger walks deaths bed, a tenuous thread, 
Shaming us standing ones with maggots in our heads.
The African Rhino and Elephant walk their likewise fate, 
Valued by us as horny dust, adornments for human plates.
It will always forever amaze me, when too late we always say, 
What we regret most in this life... is the treasure we abused on the way....

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I watch the rising sun's
radiant, rosy touch,
change dawn's pale gray cheeks
to a spreading pinkish blush. 

And as silver golden ribbons
unfurl in the air,
that's Heaven adding adornments
to dawn's glowing hair.




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Author's Note.  If you, too, are inspired by sunrises
and sunsets, I'd love to read your descriptions.
Please post them here....

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Dance, Ladies, dance!—
By the light of lanterns.
Let your red skirts swirl
Like the tops of carousels—
Candy-apple red.

Dance, Children, dance!
With your glowing adornments—
Rainbow blue and green—
Firefly green.

The scent of gardenias
Wafts from urban gardens—
Gardenias and radishes.
The night air breathes magic;
The block has been transformed....

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Silent like the night all Christmas day,
Normal adornments simply scarce,
No Natal dinner this year,
Just a sandwich and wine,
Can't revel to feast.
I'll shed a tear
In recall,
Years now
Gone.
Rest
My love.
Always in
My heart never
Forgotten, I'll heed
Your advice, be merry.
Invited to my daughter 
Deck the house with boughs of holly,
For Christ is born in my heart again.
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It idly sat in the sunlight;
A golden adornment for a barren yard,
From which Summer’s war left unmercifully. 
As a god does salvage the earth, so did this lone tree, 
Birthing from its branches treasures for the eyes to behold.
Yet much unlike an immortal entity, 
Such life falters when the spoiled adornments descend to their graves,
And Winter’s pervading air steals an abundance of nature’s most priced artifacts....

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I am not here to impress you
Even though your eyes you undress 
No adornments or fakery
For nature has blessed me
With strong heart , clear thoughts
Walking with stealth
Even though you may detest me.
I am a force of nature
No one can test me
I am secure in my love 
Even though you detest me
Nor your fake smiles
Silent whispers, cunning plans 
Can unrest  to me,
Now that I declared myself
Will you bless me?...

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You cause my breath to still
Arachne.
Your handiwork of splendid intricacy
Suspended from the armpits of nature, 
vividly displayed through the unfolding mist,
holds me in this moment.
Adornments of the ancient bushland,
Your labour of survival, purposefully created,
Surpass any mortal attempts of mimicry.
Mocking Minerva’s intention of entrapment
You continue triumphantly
Weaving delicate decorations,
Catching acclamation afresh.

Jo Cook...

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