Short Lacquered Poems
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I am as an infant
Reaching
For the stars
Above my crib
Fascinated so
By shiny
A piece
Of metal scraps
And lacquered wood
Hanging
By silver threads
On the lattice
Of the skies.
She studies the scattered tea-leaves
“She will love you forever,”
she says,
one red lacquered nail
circling the rim of the tea cup.
A long pause, then…
“alas, you shall never meet her.”
Not a Pretty Face
Trump is not an upright or decent man
Each hair on his head lacquered back with a can
His face looks akin to pug
Or rather a slimy white slug
Locking Mexican children away also make him no fan!
Softly silver snow sifts, soundless,
lattice-like, a lacquered lace of layering light,
startling sparrows, shyly shivering for shelter,
on leafless, lustered limbs - lancets, londonite.
November 28, 2017
For Alliteration Contest
Crackle lacquered faceless form
in our head a family warms
as child shivers mothers bones
above her shambles love
eyes are drawn to ambers glow
as steam forms clouds
in blue azure
Hope lost or found
which do you see
for it is lost in me
When tint of duskfall weaves through a cloud
I spill lacquered paint on bays, ashore
my gold-red shades draping sand. Endowed
with citrine flame of sky , I soar:
Call me ambrosia too. Just outside,
nectar drips from marmalade nights
honey and cantaloupe bless my glide--
O I'm there...when slice of dawn alights !
Guided by the writer's hand
it skates across page after page,
in complete abandon,
relishing the journey.
A short visit now and then
to the cut of the blade,
its red-lacquered coat
shredded to shavings.
Down to the nub, its eraser gone,
a last soft gasp,
a Frisbee fling into the trash.
Its life springs forth
each time a reader
walks through the pages.
Bravery
Is not by fists
Raging swords
Pulsating pistols
It is in the execution
Of one's belief
Without sound knowledge
Of outside relief
It snarls, trouncing
Any intent of vain
Corruption
That begs to be doused
By hammer and sickle
Not the hardware kind
But the force
Of passionate mind
That tells the truth
Preserved eternally
Lacquered in
Virtuous lament.
(9/18/04)
*Image of Flower Purple Orchids by Pixabay.
Dream Makers
fresh
half-castes
tranced set eyes
moored wild sparkles
smooched perianths hues
moon chant ripen charm bud
purplish-lacquered functions
claimed space far and few
*cheat death to thrive
warm broad spots
mauve blooms
dense
*Epiphyte: Plants that grow on another plant but are not parasitic.
2021 August 12
In the darkest night
Glowing rounds creep across fields;
Creature called Night Eyes.
Mother Moon singing;
Ethereal notes riding
Silent silky breeze.
Colored tapestry;
Brightly painted planets dance
In black lacquered sky.
Flickering bright lights
Air dancing across the grass;
Fireflies in the night.
Weaving fingers play
Among windup dragonflies;
Cattails by a pond.
God gave me too much of me
And some of me too little
That to live must be —
That to live must be reduced
To something less
A lesser someone
Or in fullness being —
A being forever bounding
To where the lesser could never reach
Or reach immensely slower.
God gave me too much of me
So I longed to pass as Elijah did
In my chariot of fire
Lacquered black and finely barred,
Run on one-way furnace rails.
Rice paper lanterns swing gently
In a jasmine scented breeze
Casting a reflective glow
On pink lotus blossoms
Which lazily float by on silvery waters
Under a tiny bridge
Crushed silk of ivory kimono
Rustles as maid hesitates for one moment
Touches jade comb in lacquered hair
And looks toward yellow glow from tea house
Lingers a moment
And with tiny steps hurries to
Where happy gentlemen laugh and wait..
Form:
after Dilly Dally
She bought a button
to be pinned on vintage dresses
to be placed back on the lacquered shelf
after another day at the gallery:
getting lost in brushstrokes
of light and shadow,
transported like an Echo
reverberating on gilded frames
It's been sixty years
and the vintage dress has been
dry cleaned and packed away
The button lost to time,
yet small circular visions bounce
back into my head
like Echoes
A pearl is not found in every oyster
Only ones that endure a grit that comes to fester
Slowly its lacquered and covered with shiny plaster
It takes grit and time and no way to do it faster
And the grit is the start of the pearl of luster
Consider every grit that comes into your life
Cover with love and forgive every strife
For you will encounter irritating grits rife
Solve them with mediation and not with a knife
Make Lovely pearls and brighten every life
In the blush of sunlight, our flames become
a lacquered glow of orb we grasp its shine
to frolic in morn's bliss, hands coil as one.
In the blush of sunlight, our flames become
like promenading rays on winds that hum
until twin shadows glide a dance divine.
In the blush of sunlight, our flames become
a lacquered glow of orb we grasp its shine!
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