ROUGE
powder
cosmetic
a geisha softens
her stark pale complexion
subtly adding warmth to cheeks
“a carnation in the teahouse”
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Categories:
teahouse, art, culture,
Form: Free verse
I love the Philippines
I thank God for all
The beautiful creations
In our country
I love the beautiful beaches
In Palawan, in Boracay, in all
The beaches of 7,641 islands
I love the green and lush forest
I love the festival in all year round
The Sinulog, the Fiestas, the Christmas
I love the food dishes that imbibes culture
From the indigenous taste to Spanish cuisine
To the Chinese teahouse to the Western cafe
Much as I love is my own simple people
The mix of melting pot of breeds: The Filipinos
The mix of cultural heritage we have today
The hospitality and the smile we shared
To all people of the world
As they come to our places
Assured, secured and and well-respected
There's nothing like country as Philippines
The Pearl of the Orient Seas.
Categories:
teahouse, culture, people, places,
Form: Free verse
Amidst the city's relentless pulse and roar,
Lies a sanctuary, the Japanese garden’s core.
Stepping through its gates, a portal to a dream,
Into a realm where Zen's whispers gleam.
Bonsai trees, like ancient elders, bow,
Their emerald whispers, a silent vow.
Evergreen sentinels sculpted with care,
Stand as guardians in the tranquil air.
A teahouse hovers, a tranquil pond’s embrace,
A crimson bridge, a poet’s arching grace.
Below, Koi fish drift in a painted dance,
Stone lanterns cast shadows, a mystical trance.
Waterfall's lullaby, nature’s own hymn,
Cherry blossoms and maples with limbs so slim.
Their petals, whispers of springtime’s kiss,
In this Eden, find your tranquil bliss.
Bamboo groves whisper secrets old,
Gravel paths, stories silently told.
Each step a journey from strife and toil,
In this sacred soil, let your spirit uncoil.
Categories:
teahouse, garden,
Form: Rhyme
Elegance does not do the cozy hidden away teahouse justice
stylish in a Bohemian, Roma mystical type of way
the hostess is exotic, a jewel, wearing chunky necklaces
her fingers are adorned with lapis lazuli, there is a ruby, and a smile.
Where did you find this treasure? My girlfriend queries me.
I know she is thinking it is the most exotic teahouse in this hemisphere
And it is; I keep it reserved only for those I love. The hostess embraces me. "Grandma!" I say "I have brought a friend."
I share this treasured place with only my best comrades, the ones
I trust, who love me for me, not for my Bohemian lifestyle which
seems to be in vogue these days with some.
Categories:
teahouse, family,
Form: Prose Poetry
( Poem about Kurdish Iranian teenager attacked in Croydon)
Refugee boy
Just 17
Yet your eyes have seen so much
Now so far from home and loved ones
You thought you were free from danger
In your land of refuge
Life was routine again
College and a visit to the teahouse on the way home
It was familiar, cosy
You said you were lucky you were here
Just before…
A pack of ‘hyenas’ set upon you
You had invaded their ‘territory’
Drunk and vicious subhuman dregs of society
They kicked your slender frame
Again, again and again
They cracked your skull, your spine
And left you for dead
Some ‘hyenas’ circled
Watched and jeered
You are stronger than them
They could not break your spirit
You were meant to live, Godspeed
Categories:
teahouse, evil, violence,
Form: Free verse
GEISHA
Genteel girls trained to charm
Gentlemen with their wit,
Graceful dancing and song.
Garbed in silk kimonos,
Garnished with exquisite
Gems and embroidery -
Gracious teahouse hostess.
10/25/16
Categories:
teahouse, culture, dance, woman,
Form: Pleiades