Short Lacquered Poems

Mirror Image


lake’s  lacquered surface

and perfect stillness reveal

copper topped mountain...

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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....

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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.”...

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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!...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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)...

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*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...

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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.

...

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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.....

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 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...

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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...

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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!



One in Five: For Beauty Strive Contest
Hosted by Andrea Dietrich...

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