I want to hear your voice
Not by will but by choice
I seek your guidance
For on you alone is where
I place my reliance,
Alliance, radical defiance.
I want to hear your voice
Above all voices that ever pieced
My ear I seek your final word what
Is it your declare?
I wish to hear your voice
To calm the turmoil of inner
dialogue and rumination.
I want to hear your voice,
the divine melody that guides my footsteps
Your words are the calm to all storms
Protection from external devastation.
I want to hear your voice
A light house and beacon
among all dark forces that
may come against me.
I want to hear your voice, the gentle thunder
that awakens my soul from slumber,
I want to hear your voice calling me to purpose beyond the noise of this world.
I want to hear your voice, the sacred song that resonates
in the silence of my heart,
I want to hear your voice reminding me I am never alone,
That within your words I find my true home
the
green
dragontail
moth
with
her
wings
that
flutters
through
the
air
yet
made of cloth
is
God's creation
.
Ooooooo
wait'up
ooooouch
No
Oooouch
I hope you have
band aidz
there's gotta be
blood
doez yuh sharpen
them nails girlie
(((youch)))
A covered bridge once spanned across
this deep, dividing stream
and anxious reverence filled the thoughts
of all to trek its way.
Wrought iron bolts held taught and fast
this might of chiseled beam
as shingled roof and clapboard wall
held brevity at bay.
It stood the days when horses drew
their harvests to the mill
that lay beyond the river’s weir,
along the channel stride.
Its wooden slats were burnished clean
by spindled wagon wheels
and planks would whimper hallowed moans
as wind and stream collide.
Its stalwart strength held stoic
as a darker day encroached
and bore this Nation’s burden when
Her war was in its prime.
And some still hear the cannon wheels
engrave as they approached,
and Brogans pounding cadence as
formations march in time.
As time will do its passing drew
the strength from timbered bone,
and soon it came to call upon
this faithful trodden friend.
Two hundred years of lumbered toil
gave way to man-made stone
so, generations still to come
could bridge divides again.
.
hern pluperfect
just az
Mine see
Mine lips
Nibbling dente
Hot breathe
Lap
were
taut
nimble
agile
Loud
,)
Mist is deliberate veil
Just to notice
If the eyes risk
Entering to meet
To greet and embrace
The face wearing
A dotted lace
Mulling to reveal
Knotted thoughts
Those plots
Of dense stories
Ivories of memory
Glory of the sun
We used to build up
From the point of
The startup
Until the plates and cups
Would get satiated
And the golden dust
of the pulverized sun
Would turn into
The moon of contentment
I know my dear
That won't happen
Because you're hesitant
At the very entrance
Of the mystery
Ignoring the filigree beyond
Waiting to dawn
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12 September 2025
Heavenly love sprays sunrise hue
on rose to make you a pearl from dew.
Hospital waiting room in the afternoon
Tired flowers looking after the patients
Saplings emerging from the interaction
Oranges in the hands of the sun as it sets
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11 September 2025
Lost in writing iambic couplets, the moon and sea
Sounds of whispers from between long eyelashes
Waves moving from side to side, a provocation
Quick, let's fly out, chirping the wild ducks
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11 September 2025
Balancing accounts, my most hated chore,
Invoices piling higher than ever before.
Lists of too many charges haunt me today,
Lamenting the weight of each bill to pay.
For only a few days, a sojourn
With the mountains or by a waterfall
In search of an autumn dawn
Amidst the mist on the blades of grass
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10 September 2025
Poetry paints prismatic word-pictures
A cubist painting programmed in plain air
Poetry and painting prize pure features,
For centuries, art crafted with grand care
Let us journey to juxtapose the two
Both attract the primeval painters' flair
With colours in rich red, yellow, and blue
Words sketching with wise theatrical care.
Try to catch and caress the words you see
Draw sights and sounds into your fractal soul
Organic lines jotted down joyously
As fractal forms that fill Metatron's scroll
Golden spirals smeared in an author's room
Are geometry's homage on a loom.
Upon witnessing the abrupt sunbeams
Waves anew in the two ancient ponds
Bears and stallions from the black frame
The major sixth chord in the piano
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September 10, 2025
Ornate and half-full; the emptiness full of her scent.
Gentle wrists above soft hands,
with perfume’s disappearing sands.
Captured see-through embody;
an immovable body.
The dust gently swept away,
whilst ebb and flow of tears sway.
Purple urn does not consume;
she sleeps sans warm floral bloom.
Ornate and half-full; the emptiness full of her scent.
Blithe lift and douse of precious moments before ascent,
to pulse points of my mother;
romantic kiss of father.
The ring on her hand a splash;
Diamond spills heart throbbing ash.
Still, the soul ne’er sweetened better;
Scent was not a Dear John letter.
La Vie Est Belle Rose, does dare
to linger, last, propel, and share.
Blithe lift and douse of precious moments, before ascent.
The water-filled pitcher is settled in your waist
Walk easy, the road at the early hour is almost empty
River in the poet's eyes is watching your movement
Vocabulary from his heart is making a sketch
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9 September 2025
Specific Types of Imagery Poems
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