Short Silks Poems

Floating towards new moon--
a blanket flecked in diamonds
slips over the horizon.
A sliver of light over
azure silks blown in the wind....

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The Washing Line

Sit in a chair and watch the washing line
You see the world hanging there
Egyptian cotton
Chinese silks
Waving amongst your underwear
...

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I surf through the silks
of his opium essence
swathed in moon-swept sparks
for this love stirs in silence
a verse sealed with fervent flares...

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The finest satins, silks, and tatted lace
In exquisite beauty cannot compare
To my love with red ribbons in her hair.


written September 25, 2021...

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At Night I dream of Fairytales.
Of Sprites of the elements,
and en lightning spells.
Of Maidens of gold.
Forging the hearts in their touch
In silks creamy mold.
I dream. Bold. Much...

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Untying times pink ribbon from amid... 
Her golden hair ? As standing afore love's 
Looking glass slowly removing, silks perfumed 
Negligee while kissing softly, her cherry lips' pink petals....

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Pearls don’t lie on the seashore.
If you want one you must dive for it.

Chinese Proverb

shop

throwing
silks and linens
in air
looking underneath
for a pearl...

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you put your silks and satins 
in me, a darkened abattoir
I see your pain, a summer crisis
staring sometimes for minutes
it's a love hate relationship
it's a love hate hall of mirrors
lost in dirty bone catacombs
I wait for your return...

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Mother goose silks her feathers,
Oils her charms through crystalline water.
The time of male bird enhances her looks
Heavens found not a perfect match.
Ending mating season, she plucks herself to a nest
Resting her warm eggs until they hatch....

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Don't stop me now something brilliant's gonna happen
A masterpiece of outstanding proportions you sure can't dampen
A master chef in the kitchen
True greatness can't be hidden 
As I prance around so stunning in my silks and satins...

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All is silent
As he clings 
To the last 
Fragments of waking
To wade in the streams
Of troubled sleep

Darkness hums
The lullaby
And spreads silks
Before his weary cosmos…

As we watch 
The kinsman of death
Playing host 
To twenty five years
Of sleep....

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Lullaby 2

wind voices speak wild words
above an eider down of dreams
and nighted owl sleeps close to the trunk
when November rends our sky

rain changes from her silks
and whitened raiment wears
as winter casts its nets of frost
across the naked bowers...

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The gooseberry bush, a thing of beauty,
bow to my lady, bow to my lord

The homely hearth and sty for stock,
Bread for my bairns, fat for their chins

The cottage loom, silks for my lady,
Breeches  for my lord

Work and sweat for those without land,
Bow to my lady, bow to my lord....

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They ply themselves to sculpting,
designer gowns, Delmonicos, 
those crafty artistes, tasting, trimming.

Excesses to delight the senses,
silks and satins, sauces bearnaise
distinguished by their excellence.

Haute couture or haute cuisine, 
they'd grace a page in any 
food or fashion magazine!...

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Morning’s slow embrace...
Showing her soft face,
Blushed and painted and blended.
Silks pulled ‘cross the sky,
Pastel ripples fly,
Hushed and rushed and splendid. 

Opposite the world,
Sun is sinking down,
Quietly and sleepily. 
The moon is pulled high, 
Her blue smile wide,
Lovely, friendly, but lonely. 

(This is an Alouette poem)...

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Gift

Lengthy wires
Wind around the feet
Of those who will not see
And the muffled voices
Of the friends
Pound at those who refuse to listen
The flashlights are omni-bright
Fluorescent to those who shut their eyes
Or will not speak, the microphone
Who shall not touch, the silks, the wools
And to those who will not pay
After today
Are given tomorrows....

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we pierce  her
and take her blood
and take her trees
we kill with out regard
taking much more 
than we need
the scars will never heal
and still i see
car for two blocks
when the bell rings
the parking lot 
is full
and what do i see
silks and incense  
stone and ideals
i'll not rip them down
but it's ok 
the lords with me

and what happened to white...

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Your dazzling light 
Kept shining brightly
Absorbing all the terrestrial grace
Roundabout you
Adorning your grace
As a crown 
Placed by heaven itself
here you stood    
Towering high amidst the scarlet meadows
Mocking the modern beauties 
With the woven silks of ancient sages
Brazen trails with colourful glory
Ye sat majestically 
Clad in glorious wonders...

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The foosty smell of her unworn silks
tries to mask her scent
but my nostrils hunt angrily
tip-toe passed the odours
that try to mask her essence.
When that trace is finally found
i linger there
in daylight tendrils
trying to remember
what the taste of happiness
was like
but all those memories
only fracture the broken
parts that lie
in piles
somewhere deep inside...

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Sky is the drizzle playing in the skin of leaf
isn’t it the first wriggle of the morning
I wait for?
Like my father rowing across water
among corn silks for many nights

My dad was old and exhausted over the Mediterranean
through moving his life to love along roads
Stands there like invincible mountains, in the garden of myrtles 
with the tale bird calling my childhood....

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Eager her love's palms cupping, my warm breath..
Gently kneeding, fragrant fingers caressing dreams
Curtains drawn a mirror turns she speaks they arrive
Beautiful ladies adorned in silks perfume; natures bliss
Slowly removing her hood flaming red hair mesmerizing  
Heights fiery eyes crystal sapphires about turquoise tides..
Spellbound this garden their flavour her aroma; enchanted....

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Her long brown hair
Graced by the breeze
Her pose for this shoot
Excites my please

Against a backdrop of greens
Lush and ripe
The sun captures her bronze
My eyes in delight

White silks
Caress her pert breasts
Naked she is
Perfectly dressed

Scene after scene
Shutters close
Images, images
Of my English Rose





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Silken materials

spun from fine thread,

beautiful colours

to adorn and to dress,

vessels of energy

in a display of congress,

a meeting of monks

all of whom are blessed,

with the stillness of mind

and the habitual sense,

not to get caught up

in the habits of attachment,

cinnamon silks,

and tangerine dreams,

plum coloured cottons

on a spiritual theme....

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She never asked for silks or gold.
She never asked for moon or sky.
Her choice was wine
In place of love
Wine......
And time
For love to die.
And now there's time,
And time,
And time.
And all the wine,
And all the tears,
And faceless lips,
And passing arms.
And all the wasted,
Empty years.
With no love left
To still the cries,
Just nights that have a thousand whys.
No more reasons to say goodbye....

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She has taken herself 
Off the open market 
And made herself available 
To the wealthy at private auctions 
Wearing only the finest 
In silks and satin's and sparkling diamonds 
And though everything she wears is new 
She herself is a hand me down 
Shared for the price of Tiffany bracelet 
Or an Oscar De La Renta dress 
Longing for happiness 
Praying that someone might keep her 
Never seeing that she is kept...

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