Short Velveteen Poems

Star studded velveteen
Celestial midnight skies
As the moon looks on
Doors open to another realm



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on January 19, 2020...

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As the bark of fear ascends
callow pages crease 
illustrating a youthful doxy
abreast a sheet of smoke
waltzing betwixt velveteen lips
as if tomorrow’s mistakes 
mattered yesterday...

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with accents of spring
     come floral drapery -- tossed

      where hyacinths dance
      in velveteen pirouette 
      stems drip __ filling garden's view



Aug 3, 2016
Contest for Rick Parise
One Nature Tanka - Inspired By My Short Poem...

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In-flight
In pheromone
Honeysuckle perfume
Insect antennae knot freshly
bouquet.

In breeze
I feel your breath
rustle shiny reeds
of my stints' hapless hinterland
you learn.

A vest
of velveteen
gleaming wings that trembled
Turn to a whirring glint beneath
full moon....

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Scream a blaze in passing fashion
tear the velveteen tapestry
of Luna’s anthracite passion
rake nails of rainbow majesty
on the depth of night’s travesty
reveal, revel, shine in the dark 
leave lingering trace of lunacy
for night, oh night, has not the lark.

Contest: Hutain This One
Poet: Debbie Guzzi...

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The pond's algae swirls artistically
around the lily pads,
captive oracle of the canoe's wake,
velveteen green of a finer weft
than the gown of a Queen's,
richer in hue than the paint
from Monet's pallet.
The innate beauty of nature, 
most diminutive, thriving on earth, 
in water and under the fire
of a setting sun....

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She lays on fine velveteen sheath 
a body wrapped in the delicate 
texture of malleable night –

With fondled taps, he pulls
her toward him spilling desire
all over womanly contours -
building up motions --  then to both sigh
upon love’s parquet floor.


June 2nd 2020
Some Kind of Sensual
Nette Onclaud Contest - 41 words...

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Trying to find my 
solace in the moon of the
Fall for I lack the 

lunar halo and
the velveteen, onyx shade
of yours. I wish to

be the one who at
once will make you whole, but you
are still concealing;

still hiding thyself
away behind a moonbeam
smile like a helpless

umbra does in the
sheltering embrace of the
dazzling paraselene....

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My organdy dancer
Aquarian child
   Is always in fashion
   Lights sweet flames of passion
When she dances for me

My crinoline princess
Has sensuous moves
   That nothing conceals
  And yet only reveals
What she wants me to see

My velveteen beauty
Seductress of dreams
   Dances through my delusions
   To the perfect illussions
That I want her to be...

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Vulpine woven soft nest
Velvet silky lamb's ear 
Velvety smooth to touch
Velveteen feel to squab
Volumes of suppleness line 
Vaguely feels like duck down
Very soon ventures start 


Vulpine-usually refers to fox/foxes who are crafty, cunning
Lamb's ear- the plant
Squab- baby doves/pigeons
I am talking about the dove's nest lining...

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The engorged sky billows,
a monochromatic delight 
of soft tones ...
a lullaby 
of tissue paper edges
fragile as a primrose.

The bashful sun blushes
sending pastel light through notes
of grey to white
soft, velveteen. 
harmonies overlap 
shadow less, spiritual.

Ah, the sweet octaves
of visual light defrayed by motes
of earthly ash
upon the sky
bring such joy to mankind 
fragile as a primrose....

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Silhouettes behind curtains,
reach upward
into the illumination
of moonlight,
and dance the tango of dreams.

Velveteen wings
briefly touch sparkling gems of tomorrow
while filigree legs curtsy
and welcome a new day.

Empty eyes kissed by the Witching Hour
silently retire within unfolding dreams
for love, she was with me today 
while we talked of things to be,
yet I was already in tomorrow....

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Casual lion lounges in his 70’s jacket
It is made of velvet, not velveteen
Softer than his mane if you can believe it
We wait for his words of wisdom
He is the king of beasts and of the forest

The waiting goes on for a long time
He has relinquished his rights to hyena
The animal who thinks everything is funny
Who can fault that? Asks the zebra.
More evidence that…
buffoons and clowns always run for office....

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In the hall of clocks and mirrors,
Winds of time bring fragrant whispers,
Of midnights of magic moonlight,
And reflections of past delights!

Of golden days when lost in blooms,
And dancing joy in summer rooms!
A blur of green in woodland scene,
And the purple twilights velveteen.

Time's reversed to infinity,
As ensues with sweet memory.
And heartsongs waft, out of mauve mists,
And all life's seasons coexist!...

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Tie black satin ribbons
around the sun
Dipped the moon
in velveteen space
Smudged the edge
of virgin clouds
sometimes drew a face
Pulling combs through
water creating rivers and seas
catching sunbeams
in the fractured waves
My sighs become the breeze
as it mingles with trees
Sunlight like treacle
sifts between finger and thumb
Living time in seconds
never felt the days
Sit with silence
until sound changes its ways...

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give me some innocence
just a little silken touch
soft as the inside of your mouth
and slow as half frozen creeks
I want to feel every nerve ending
light up under my touch
I want to excite your senses
with the weight of this experience

this is a small bone from my neck
I want to belong to you
this is the lining of my heart
I want to be yours

and I wish
I wish I was still seventeen
and oh, how I wish
I wish we were all still velveteen...

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poetry is ;

pulling a velveteen rabbit
out of a moth-eaten top hat
to the oohs and awws
of a wide-eyed children’s crowd

words flowing faster
than tongues wagging
from pursed dry lips
begging for a bit of water

poetry is;

flowering in the middle
of some nameless desert’s
shimmering heat precisely 
at high noon

the sparkle of moisture
an illusion pure
without any slight
of human hand

poetry is pure magic
word imagery
without compare...

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A velveteen hue paints the long hall,
a subtle glance from the morning sun 
awakening  along with quiet footsteps

Drapes try to darken a lost night
where two winks were only a dream
and the day refused to remain at bay

Hush and fly away my beautiful songbird
for the tune you play cannot be heard
fly away my bird and let the restless be 

Come back when a new day breaks
when pumpkin spice fills the horizon
and I'll let you climb again into my heart...

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When I read your verses, it fills me with gladness.
The magic of your quill to erase any soul
sadness.

No, not by jokes or silly laughter..
You are a glimpse of the beauty of life in the hereafter.

Don't see you in contests or winning trophies.
Your velveteen softness, is more than 
the world to me.

You make me fly to poetry heaven.
Blessings to you,one-hundred times seven!

              


                    9/3/2021
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I am waiting for you to show up
like the azure ribbons of northern lights 
in the end of the velveteen-blue horizon.
I can almost hear your steps 
if I hold back my breath
and silence my heart.
Your steps having a caressing sound 
of touching the dusty ground.
Your body is the living night -
upon your shoulders, you hold slumbering stars
for the moon is your radiating heart.
I am waiting for you to show up,
I am waiting for the rising
of my midnight sun....

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There she waits by her window,
gazing up at the velveteen summer sky,
searching for her favorite bituin,
whisper-pondering

Only the kuliglig replies—
The quintessential tune of summer. 

Despite herself, she smiles,
happy with the fact that 
the sound fills the night air,
drowning out her own thoughts.

Anything is better than silence.






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Filipino-English translation

bituin—star
kuliglig—cicada, or can also be crickets here...

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Hush falls, like soft down, 
velveteen, 
the canopy of night,
when kisses rouse the tender 
nerves, 
the tips of your breasts;
sweet buds pressed hard 
against the sensing tongue.
until the rain falls 
down 
from stars and distant quadrants,
pooling violet shadows
dilated in your eyes.
A face upturned, 
porcelain,
neck arched and parted lips,
breathing sweet gasps,
whispering of love
and love’s dominion,
as this time 
suspends forever 
frozen,
impervious to the rain....

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