Teal tiffany tears
Like stained glass
Cut face’s path
Trapping jaded joy
USPS Stamps Contest 7-24-25 Stamp Chosen American Treasures Louis Comfort Tiffany 2006 Tiffany believed stained glass was a spiritual experience.
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Through a Tiffany Window
Touched by the whisper of a coral dawn,
Morning opens a casement portal
And steps into a garden –
A crystalline cathedral -
Where the alabaster breath of dawn
Enchants dusk
With rippled amber rhythms
In between ascending yellows
Spoken as a love poem.
First light
Shapes daylight
Fragments of lavender
Perfume iris’ blooms
Roundels of golden petals
Sing
With southern smiles
In magnolia blooms
Spoken as a tender sonnet in glass.
Serenity speaks in daybreak
Hushed murmurs
Of a trickling river,
Born in blue-grey mountains,
Silently slide
Into azure waters
As opaque morning mists
Float
Above sapphire stillness
Frosted grace
Clothes hills
In rounded curves of blues
And moss
Aurora’s triumph snug
In lines of armature
The glazers journey
Hones broken shards
Into beauty.
Tiffany teal tears
Cutting a face
Falling fuchsia fears
Somber with grace
You lost a war
One you adore or smile
Or was it your
Future your child
Pain paints you insane
Colors of your life
Red blue vein
Worried hair now white
Let go of sad black
Try to look ahead
Time you can’t get back
Once you are dead
Written: November 09, 2023
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An allegedly assured affix
distracted by wistfulness
to assess arousal of anguish,
wherewithal shadows tackle by day
amidst thick mist, in propinquity dry wells.
carrying a titian heartbreak on my shoulder.
a gentle regret that is not a zenith dread;
brocade as taffeta, a bluesy lullaby.
spun from gentle yarns; weaved.
Striving to scale a sibilant soil surface
toward porous roots of sequoia
trapped by the force of gravity.
allow only tangerine tears to flow
from my sorrow.
Getting into the quagmire.
in quest of one's fortitude.
whilst waiting for syzygy perigee,
to occur on perihelion.
The design sketched --
shards of words and phrases
lie in their trays
sorted by colour
and shape
to be fashioned into a new poem --
to dazzle and illuminate.
IN THE QUIET AIR
IT LINGERS
LANGUID AND LONELY
HOVERING ABOVE ALL
A WHISPER
A SUBTLE STIRRING
I AM BECOMING
WISPY
WAITING
SUSPENDED IN TIME
A MEMORY AWAY.
2004
He fought by her side and gained her trust
He broke that trust and broke her heart
He left her
So she battles alone
She battles her mind
She is lost
And I don’t know how to find her
I’ve never had anyone find me or fight by my side
So how am I to know how to fight with her
How can I support her
How to help her find herself again
So that she can see what I see every time I look at her
How can I show her the strength and beauty that shines from her
How do I prove to her that she is more exquisite than a crystal clear night sky
How can I help restore her faith in herself
Giving someone a piece of your heart
Takes trust, he's special enough to have it
You took a piece of his and held it so carefully
This love you two had, you knew was a gift
But he died too soon, the worst thing to happen
And became the piece of the heart you gave him
Now you hold his heart and that piece he is now
He's in it and you got it back again
To trade that piece for just a moment in time
Would be worth all the stars in the sky
But to hold on to all the memories is important
The stories you share make him immortal
All these things that makes his life new
You are such a loving, caring person
By carrying this grief so long
You might shut yourself down
Be the light he fell in love with, the song
Fight the fight, you are a survivor, sing so loud
Love him til the day you die like he did you, stand so proud.
January 7, 2017
Ashley and Tiffany
Tiffany and Ashley
A combination you'll probably never hear again
She was my partner in crime
We would cast fear in those who crossed us
And cause trouble for anyone that looked at us wrong
Laughing harder than we should have making the teacher quickly silence us.
We were the dynamic duo
Going to that corner you found to escape the world and talk about our future together
Our stupid aruguments about politics, being more serious than they needed to be, and ending it off in a screaming match
Calling each other and spewing pointless things for hours
I guess you can say we were on top of the world
but then I moved
we tried to keep close but it faded
Our calls that was once hours, lasted minutes
the endless topics we had, depleted to stuff like "how was school"
we had nothing in common anymore, when it used to seem we had everything
At one point I considered you to be my sister, my friend, my teacher, my student, my lover, my soulmate, my everything
But now you're gone and now it's just Ashley.
Jessica Tiffany got a sex change operation . But she did not du it here.
She did it in a different nation ! Let,s fly butterfly got a sex change too !
But let,s fly butterfly isn,t a Jew !
Victoria Joseph wants a sex change operation. But she lives far from dr.brassard &
The Canada nation ! Nikki pilawa is a make up girl , in the new Zealand nation .
She looks like Megan follows , so maybe she can get all the boys she wants ,
Without that sex change operation !
Grace Robertson is half Japanese , her hair extensions fall off win ever she sneezes !
Physical chimera likes 2 play video games ! If j.j.abrams wood hire her 2 play
Saylor moon , she mite even change her names !
Maya markus Henry from Toronto could be twins with Ella Elliot from England ,
Thay boeth got bleached blond ! Thay are boeth on dr.brassard,s list.
But Ella wood have 2 travel far across the pond ! ...
Tiffany Mosaic Hues of Blues
Pantoum Form
Tiffany mosaic hues of blues
Reflecting on the vast ocean’s glass o’re
An unexplored big blue world
Pursues to crawl on its belly up the inland shore
Reflecting on the vast ocean’s glass o’re
Reaching as far as its foaming fingers can amend
Pursues to crawl on its belly up the inland shore
Imprints left against the golden grains of sand
Reaching as far as its foaming fingers can amend
Receding horizons perennially blue sky sinking to weave
Imprints left against the golden grains of sand
Expanding as far as the sapphire blue eyes can see
Receding horizons perennially blue sky sinking to weave
Sounds of ocean waves captured in the majesty’s wind
Expanding as far as the sapphire blue eyes can see
As we swallow the scents of briny tears and wet sand
Sounds of ocean waves captured in the majesty’s wind
An unexplored big blue world
As we swallow the scents of briny tears and wet sand
Tiffany mosaic hues of blues
2/27/2016
Tiffany Mosaic Hues of Blues
Tiffany mosaic hues of blues
Reflecting on the vast ocean’s glass
Of an unexplored big blue world
Pursues to crawl on its belly up the inland shore
Reaching as far as its foaming fingers can smooth
Imprints left against the golden grains of sand
Receding to the horizons perennially blue sky sinking to a kiss
Expanding as far as the sapphire blue eyes can see
Sounds captured in the majesty’s wind
As we swallow the scents of briny tears
2/26/2016
United colours: BLUE - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Tiffany lamps
were invented by
girls in 1888,
to soften the walls
of quiet parlors
where men were
hushed and sat
politely with hands
between their knees.
.
The grace was
stolen in 1992 when
the symbols of New York
Jets replaced the flowers
and Tiffany
lighted laughter
on the bars
where trumpets blare.
*I recently started a home job of ghost writing little articles
for company blogs and promotions.
I made a poem from one of the essays about Tiffany sports lamps.
Treat life as Senryu
With less talk and new action
Success soon follows
Tiff I am sorry for your pain.
You invaded my heart and brain,
Yet you say I gave you that stain.
I can't forget your smile.
Hope you will stay and help me train.
Please just stay for a while.
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