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Mansions


                 Mansions

 

The golden powder empires

Villas of top and fortunate entrepreneurs

In the gilded age dubbed by writer Mark Twain

Also a Chinese saying;“Covered by fantastic surface of gold and Jadeit is ruined inside”.

 

Still stretches along ocean coast on high cliff

With magnificent architectural styles–

 Italian Renaissance Greek Romanesque

French Baroque Chinese tea pavilion

 

Interior displays luxurious splendiddazzling –

Africa pink and brownish yellow marbles

Rare wood carvings inspired by the Apollo Gallery of the Louvrecolorful mosaics

French castle fireplace and large mantelpieces

 

Hanging window sills designed in shapes of Louis 14 and woven ingeniously by green silk velvet

Venetian ceiling decorated with mythological paintings

The oven is also a replica of Versailles

 

Classical stone statues scattered

Alongside the fountain pool in heart of garden

Gorgeous flowers and leafy trees

 But the rose garden that the owner of the villa loved

Is not seen! ...

 

Cheering giants and celebrities traversed and intertwined

Dancing at elegant spacious ballroom halls

Hilarious partiesin Tuxedos and Gothic Victorian Dresses

 

This Dutch immigrant descendant tycoon

Imitatedeven surpassed

Wealth and luxury of the arrogant European aristocracy

Yet still taunted with lack of noble pedigree

Who knows the grievances inside the high walls?

 

When a fairy tale began…

A mansion of Marble House given to Alva Vanderbilt

As birthday gift but three years late

She divorced and remarried …

Such a precious gift unable to smoothen broken marriage

Only the century-old giant tree still embraces the House

As a silent and loyal guardian!

 

Vicissitudes of life

The world is circular of prosperous and dying fate

Many mansions demolisheddonated

Or merchandisingwedding scenes or filming movies

 

Indeedrich is enviable and admirable      

As if a spring flower is easy to wither

As if a floating cloud broken dreamor

Morning dew and flash lightning–

SighanyhowI have never been rich nor poor...

 

 

 

 

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Comments (2)

Tom Meng
<p>Thank you , take care !</p>
upnorthdavid
Love the elegant wording and powerful phrases, a joy to read, thank you!

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