Chimeco
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And here's a serious attempt. I'd welcome any criticism. I wrote it awhile back, and spent so much time writing it that I no longer wanted to write poetry. I did the same with java programming one summer semester... But that's another story.
Liquidly, are petals written,
Milk of tea leaves sway,
Palettes carved in honeysuckle
Painting de Calais.
Blush. Such roses are forbidden!
-Garnet tigers pose;
In this garden, maidens chuckle
At my lyric prose.
A glimmer for Elysium:
Sweet innocence in cabaret,
As lissome damsels faintly rise
theatrically, and improvised;
I troll my serenade this day,
This rosy messaline renday
Of rapture loud in sweet repair,
Like nectar from a prickly pear;
Or trilliums, by wintry glare.
Yet I saw:
Within a glinting, feral glare
I cry a garnet tiger nigh,
And there I stand inside his eye,
A troubadour, caught unaware!
Long I fled:
A melody on whispers wake
Behind a laurel tree, bound twice,
A Chinese, liquid-amber grove!
And through it all, a maiden cove
And lovely bird-of-paradise!
With lanquid eyes and ivy hair
And honeysuckle lips in pair;
So softly this, does she declare:
Sing, oh sweetling chevalier
Of incense trees a'bud,
Soft china petals flutter
With our passions tidal flood.
This waterway, sweet gondolier
Is made for you and I,
So hear this breath I utter
Quick! In loving arms I die!
Liquidly, are petals written,
Milk of tea leaves sway,
Palettes carved in honeysuckle
Painting de Calais.
Blush. Such roses are forbidden!
-Garnet tigers pose;
In this garden, maidens chuckle
At my lyric prose.
A glimmer for Elysium:
Sweet innocence in cabaret,
As lissome damsels faintly rise
theatrically, and improvised;
I troll my serenade this day,
This rosy messaline renday
Of rapture loud in sweet repair,
Like nectar from a prickly pear;
Or trilliums, by wintry glare.
Yet I saw:
Within a glinting, feral glare
I cry a garnet tiger nigh,
And there I stand inside his eye,
A troubadour, caught unaware!
Long I fled:
A melody on whispers wake
Behind a laurel tree, bound twice,
A Chinese, liquid-amber grove!
And through it all, a maiden cove
And lovely bird-of-paradise!
With lanquid eyes and ivy hair
And honeysuckle lips in pair;
So softly this, does she declare:
Sing, oh sweetling chevalier
Of incense trees a'bud,
Soft china petals flutter
With our passions tidal flood.
This waterway, sweet gondolier
Is made for you and I,
So hear this breath I utter
Quick! In loving arms I die!