Short Brocade Poems

Beyond the tall kelp
The movement of ocean waves
Patterns of brocade...

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Beyond the tall kelp
The movement of ocean waves
Patterns of brocade
     -E.Pearl Anderson...

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Beyond the tall kelp
The movement of ocean waves
Patterns of brocade
          -Evelyn Pearl Anderson...

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Casper aka Gasper Netscher
a portrait painter oh so pure
His genius so fully displayed
depicted by rugs,silk & brocade...

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wind
arctic
boreal
tatting across
whitened landscapes Chantilly with frore lace 
and snowy-stiff satin brocade cutting
defining the
raw winter’s
scalloped
edge...

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Our house craves bold colors and crisp, clean lines 
No heaviness of wood, antique white or brocade
Just chrome, seamless showers and open space 
Inviting air and light so we may shunt the grave...

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Fancy Pants Cat wore a scalloped brocade suit
When he walked, his tail gave out a magic toot
The rest of us were amazed by his blue top hat
He was a very endearing flatulenct friendly happy cat....

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I am a tapestry
woven of colored threads
that intertwine to a pattern.
Details in subtle hues
spell opulent stories,
rich and beautiful as a life.

11/7/2017
For contest Fabric
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud...

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The midnight masquerade ball.
Seemingly slight brocade shawl.
Beseechingly glance, decayed hall.
Haunted trance, unafraid fall.
Vaunted skies evade all.
She tries dissuade call.
Decree daylight, unmade, befall....

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a velvet brocade of ultramarine
hushes melodic whispers stirred from the gardens
where lovers prolong their goodbyes



AP: 2nd place 2021

Submitted on November 11, 2021 for "U" contest sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 5TH...

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The poufy brocade gold trimmed snail dress was a bit much.
But to the bride’s faerie godmother, it was exactly the right touch.
She had designed it and wanted the princess to look her best.
The snail loving groom loved her dress, the very best test....

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Attired
in brocade gown
of shimmering gold, she
strolls elegantly along plush
carpet

woven
in autumnal
blush of tawny leaves; Lo!
embellished in blazing glory,
M’lady!


Autumn Stroll contest by Eve Roper...

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A ladder of stars plays
adorned in brocade,
mirroring a flamed tableau
ready for brief wanderlust

Awake children of the night--
in moment magical, the heaven
opens its screen
where fantasy rides!


Noel Onat
Sine With Your Naani Contest, nette onclaud
16 June 14...

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The green envy I lick from your ear
as the brocade chokes you-
take flight of a vengeful fear
The green lessens as moments
pass whirlwinds never lose their pace
as moments pass
You keep the brocade tight and
forget all else outside.
Consumed by green,
from that you are strictly forbidden....

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THE DAISIES
You really have to hand it to the daisies
They dash the lawn like gems on rich brocade
Their sparkle that thus gratifies our gaze is
Cut short each time the reaper wields his blade
Yet in a space of fecund summer days 
They raise their heads, resume their snow-white blaze...

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Rustic greenery and quiet alleys
artist at the Window
composition bringing distance
salt and pepper pots on a table
a silk brocade tablecloth
only the sound of the wind can be heard
history is a fleeting moment
a cherished simplicity.

Written; January 13, 2023...

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He is a gentleman, refined and gentile.
A snappy dresser, Lord B.P.C. McBeel.
Look at his brocade suit, custom made of course.
His enormous steed is elegant for a horse.

Lord BPC McBeel did not look like a lizard at all.
He was low to the ground, but he came off tall.
His Dior fashion sense and his orange cravat tie
Showed us all that he was one GQ guy....

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O Silver shining star –
Let me decorate this world 
With golden brocade border
Before this night passes
Through the tunnel of darkness
And the morning bell rings
And moon sinks into the horizon
And candle melts in the eyes
Let me sit on your lap this midnight
And peep into your blue eyes
And write a verse on hope
So that the morning song 
That every bird sings are melodious....

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Snuggles spent
in pink and gold
brocade.
Snuggling in mom's
kind heartiness arms
she sweet dreams.
Cozy
all Cuddly
Fluffy
Meowing
cat purring
paw-sitively
do as it pleases friend.
She's
a brown-gray tabby.

12/9/2022
Writing Challenge - Yalto Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France


3, 4, 2--4, 5, 3--2, 3 ,2--3, 3, 5,--6, 1, 5...

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Brocade frame with silver etches
creating a past's mystery
slices of life it refreshes,
against chilled dusk's pure scenery.
Will wonder's eyes engage and see
the beauty of a fallen leaf
whose precious moment shines too swift?
Or, will it, fading, simply crush
this brittle lace from autumn’s gift
beneath the pile of burial rush.


Contest of Giorgio V: Impress Me ll
by nette onclaud...

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He calls my name now
In sequins
Like a brocade of sounds
pattering from a single mouth
I continue to lick my behind
Showing the absurdity to the sorcerer
He doesn't feed me; he doesn't know me,
Though I slept on his belly on my first Christmas day
No bigger than a baby shoe...
Damn the cat's nostalgia!
We bore it out of our souls
Like machinated shovels
We live for the next kill
Afraid of every God damn moment......

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‘‘Twas Saturday
Everywhere was filled with haze
She found a brocade
In the name of her slave

Provoked
Embittered 
She rushes to his chambers 
Tying a bandana

She spoke in anger 
Why? Mr Damian
Would you awaken a tiger
Under such a hazy weather

He rose in anger
Arms stretched like a pointer 
Rejoice, Oh! defaulter
For luck hath saved thou!

Shocked 
Reluctant 
Oh No! She cried out!
Indeed you are a stranger...

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Waiting for you in a gown of golden brocade,
With roses adorning my aubun tresses.
Don't hesitate, come smell them, Romeo!
Ah, they are ready for you and indeed
So intoxicatingly velvet and precious.

Run your luscious hands through my locks,
That are all eternally yours.
Including my young body in this finely woven frock.
The night is indeed warm and getting dimmer.
Come, Romeo, to me,and make my blood simmer!

5/26/2019
12:45am PST...

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When a fiery sun sets for the day
and the sky is awashed in a crimson hue, 
Attired in a brocade gown 
of shimmering gold, 
Lo! my lady, autumn, 
embellished in her blazing glory
strolls elegantly upon this 
luxurious carpet woven in
autumnal blush of tawny leaves. 

There’s a tang of nascent cold air
in the serene solitude
of this mute landscape
weaving a magical tapestry.



~Autumn colors contest by Nayda Ivette Negron...

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Stretched before shaven imagining,
embedded in grey matter,
glistening sparkles simmer,
glint in muddy streams.

And dreams come on cascading,
traverse the emerald view,
patchwork of fields
stitched by olive brocade.

As far as the eye may garner,
landscapes forever spread,
distance spills incessant,
analytically dissociate.

Caged in a wide open space,
stand and stare and enfold,
loneliness rules the hour
for I and my captive self....

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