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Details | Sonnet |

Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your beautiful heart doth beat with rapture,
And the sweet of your kiss doth now swoon me.
We caress now and my soul you capture;
My love no place other I wish to be!

When we embrace my love in joy and fun,
Our hot passions spark an alchemic fire.
Our spirits soar high now becoming one,
Affirming love only God can inspire!

Your heart beats a brilliant tempo of love,
That enchants our eternal souls replete.
It’s God’s gift to us from Heaven above,
And His divine love is true and complete!

To God now I pray your love forever;
I declare my love leaving you never!    
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 14, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015



Details | Terzanelle |

Now is Our Moment of Forever Love

Now is Our Moment of Forever Love
 
Now is our moment of forever love,
Whilst we embrace with deepest emotion.
God’s blessed our love high in Heaven above.

Forever love is God’s cosmic potion;
We bask as one in His heavenly light,
Whilst we embrace with deepest emotion.

Our passion and desire feeleth so right,
As we kiss in the most tender of bliss.
We bask as one in His heavenly light.

Enchantment cometh from our deepest kiss,
Whilst we bathe in the light by God’s desire,
As we kiss in the most tender of bliss.

Our passions are one by divine inspire.
God’s holy blessings caress our souls true,
Whilst we bathe in the light by God’s desire.

Love is eternal in God’s cosmic view;
God’s holy blessings caress our souls true.
Now is our moment of forever love;
God’s blessed our love high in Heaven above.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
April 20, 2017 (Terzanelle)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017

Details | Pantoum |

Your Touch Means So Much

Your Touch Means So Much
 
Your touch means so much to me my love,
As we hold each other with intense passion.
We know our love has God’s blessing above;
Our bond for eternity shall always be in fashion.   

As we hold each other with intense passion,
We dazzle with emotion pure on this Earth.
Our bond for eternity shall always be in fashion,
As we approach our souls’ nexus of rebirth.

We dazzle with emotion pure on this Earth.
We know our love has God’s blessing above,
As we approach our souls’ nexus of rebirth.
Your touch means so much to me my love.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
July 31, 2015 (Pantoum)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

My Supreme Goddess Thou Art

My Supreme Goddess Thou Art

I can see Heaven clearly whilst gazing deeply in your eyes now, 
Where the sweet caramel melts deliciously into heartbeats pure.

The radiant light of our eternal love dwells deep within our hearts,
As our souls are captivated by God’s aura of divine enchantment.
 
A nirvana fills our destiny as passionate lovers kissing softly so,
Mesmerized by the enraptured emotions we forever shareth as one.

A wild wondrous wallflower you are—shining now ever brightly,
As that angelic spirit in mortal presence on Earth by God’s hand.

Dearest one I sayeth truly now my supreme goddess thou art,
As we holdeth one another in an ardent embrace by God’s grace.

The fiery passion of our forever love is a pure beam of silken starlight,  
Which bathes the darkest depths of the cosmos in a heavenly radiance.

What more can two people hope for in this world of finite limitations?
Our shared love and rich emotions form the destiny we seek with God.

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 29, 2017
(Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Love's in the Stars

Love’s in the Stars

A romantic moonlit or a soft starry night . . . 
Are both special times for a sublime love so right.
Freshness pervades the scent of the sweet night air,
As I hold you close now looking at your face so fair.
I’m hopeful we both have that rare love meant for two,
Which we shall always cherish and hold so dear too.
Love’s in the stars—and so is our destiny my love!
	
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
May 9, 2015 (Rhyme Septet)

*Originally released in my book on February 19, 2015.

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Terzanelle |

The Warmth of Our True Love

The Warmth of Our True Love
 
The warmth of our true love is forever,
As we walk hand-in-hand in God’s bright light.
Our love’s God’s gift and shall leave us never. 

We know dear one our love always feels right,
As we savor all of this emotion;
As we walk hand-in-hand in God’s bright light.

Our desire is a magical potion
Of heavenly force and cosmic power, 
As we savor all of this emotion.

This is our love’s ecstasy and the hour,
We find our destiny and feel God’s hand
Of heavenly force and cosmic power. 
	
Love’s God’s music in His angelic band;
Its divine nature touches our souls true.
We find our destiny and feel God’s hand.

God’s love for us binds us like cosmic glue;
Its divine nature touches our souls true.
The warmth of our true love is forever;
Our love’s God’s gift and shall leave us never. 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
July 23, 2015 (Terzanelle)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Love Star Night

Love Star Night
					
We walk in love 
hand-in-hand			
under the stars 
star night pure.

Our love’s real
your touch warm			
so inviting now
star night white.

We stop walking
embrace as one               	   	
kissing deeply
with passion
our souls now one.

We gaze skyward 
see stars so bright		
such radiance pure				                                                
this love star night.
		  
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
(May 5, 2015) (Accentual Meter)

*Original Release Date in my new book: February 13, 2015.

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Triolet |

A Winter's Night

A Winter’s Night

This winter’s night is cold and bright;
frozen air brings fresh fallen snow.
It reflects now God’s true starlight!
This winter’s night is cold and bright;
a brilliant scene, this dark cold night!
Mother Nature smiles, now aglow!
This winter’s night is cold and bright;
frozen air brings fresh fallen snow.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 19, 2015 (Triolet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

Roads

the shortest road
is the one that you know
the longest road
is the one that you love

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

SEX DRIVE

Sometimes, 
when I am
in neutral
and he is 
in overdrive,
I switch to
automatic.

Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Turbidity

Turbidity

Turbidity’s
An artifice of
Being Human
One who is
So confused
So disordered
Or even one
With a Turbid
Imagination!

Being Turbid
Allows its Owner
To be or seem to be
In turmoil or
In degrees of
Real or Fake
Confusion
Making situations
Quite interesting!

This attributes
A most likely
Pejorative symbol
When intentionally
Used to obfuscate
Human interactions
Or to be just
Plain difficult or
Uncooperative!

Possessing bouts of
Seeming Turbidity
For the Poet
Can also be
That perfect
Literary Conceit
To challenge
To mystify
All readers true!

Such notions of
Verisimilitude
Or better yet
Literary Truth
Methinks would
Maketh the likes of
Keats, Eliot, Pound
Among other greats
Jumpeth all for joy!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
January 14, 2016 (Accentual Meter)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Pantoum |

PANTOUM FOR THE PROMISCUOUS

We're not supposed to act like sheep 
just because He is The Shepherd. 
He is much more inclined to weep 
when we refuse to heed His Word.  

Just because He is The Shepherd, 
our blind-born sins torment Him so. 
When we refuse to heed His Word 
we defile more than we can know.  

Our blind-born sins torment Him so 
as our freewill we waste away.
We defile more than we can know 
when with sly Lust we choose to lay.  

As our freewill we waste away - 
just because we may feel “left out”: 
when with sly Lust we choose to lay;  
oft sleeping thoughtlessly about.  

Just because we may feel left out,
we ignore our blessed patient guide: 
oft sleeping thoughtlessly about, 
from honest conscience seek to hide.  

We ignore our blessed patient guide, 
while truest Love looks helpless on. 
From honest conscience we seek to hide, 
fearing the chance of "bliss" is gone.  

While truest Love looks helpless on, 
He is more inclined to weep: 
fearing the chance of bliss is gone. 
We're not supposed to act like sheep.

Copyright © Perry McDaid | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |

Winds of a Frozen Wasteland

Winds of a Frozen Wasteland

Winds blowing down the mountain silver capped so cold, 
Howling fiercely with a herculean ferocity rarely ever seen. 
 
A cold snap cuts straight and deep now to one’s very bones, 
As one’s body trembles tremulously teetering toward a fall.
 
Beloved baby black crows roost inside their snug warm nest, 
As a hail-driven breath spits its hardened bullets piercing now.  

On this frozen wasteland of one’s soul—a lone rooster crows,
Seeing, feeling soft sunlight rays stroking his proud chest pure.

He’s puffed up now breathing boldly the brisk cold morning air;
Singing with wondrous conviction true of daylight’s awakening.

This lone rooster knows the gifts of nature’s frozen wasteland,
As the warm sun’s ebullient eyes flash bright inside dark jewels.

A crystal fountain baptized with Heaven’s own purest light,  
Appears as the sun warms a land frozen nightly by the winds. 

Dewdrops cometh forth as those teardrops of life growing anew,
With brightest beginnings for God’s hallowed frozen wasteland!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 1, 2016
(Unrhymed Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Inferno love

The butterflies in my soul
They ignite my eyes. 
I'm breathless
Yet I feel so alive. 
The scorching embers, oh how they burn
But yet they feel so polite, 
As if a searing reminder 
That I'll be alright. 
I couldn't resist the fiery urge 
As I left this, ice cold world.. 
The hot coals became my host 
And lava errupted through my veins. 
I just couldn't quit gazing 
At the flickering flames.. 
The last piece of me, to decay, was my hand
Oh how I forgot, how my fingers could bend
I thought as I was waving myself goodbye
To ever being human again
Ashes, ashes, were all I could see 
As I saw myself  falling
And as I really listened 
I could still hear my heart calling
Becoming a faint echo
Confined to the shadows of my flames
Banished, never to be re-kindled again
Don't come to close 
Or we shall ignite, dear human
I would combust and I'd eat you alive. 
Be aware, you must know
That I, well.. 
I'm a devouring inferno.
My heat reddens your face
While the reflection of my ashes 
Dance like a wildfire in your eyes. 
The temptation leaves your thoughts up in smoke,
But you kept coming closer
 I, flaring up with every word you spoke.
 Come closer, closer..
 I let my flames spew. 
What happened to me 
Is why I'd like to set the fire to you
How the flames burn brighter
With not one, but two.. 
Your blood is heating up, come closer
Enticing you in burning red
I will light the fire inside your head
And I wouldn't even need to dig your grave
You could choose to entrap 
Yourself with me 
And be forever ablazed
Ashes dancing in the fire pit
Comforting you with their warm glow
But trust me it's an abyss  
In which you wouldn't dare, want to go. 
Fellow lost soul, like I
We've wandered there before
Now forever to entice, just one more
Come closer.. 
The shadow calls out a warning heed
 Beware all, beware indeed
One flair, two flair
You must look away! 
Don't hold a gaze 
Into the burning dead flames.









Copyright © Karissa Kelley | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Stay Away from the Fire

Stay away from the fire, or you'll get burned:
Something to avoid at all costs and yet….
and YET…
Pain is a primal cry signaling that the fight for life has begun…
It reveals the presence of feelings
Of hopes and dreams
Of stagnant love bursting into streams
A sign of LIFE….LIFE and all it means

“Stay away from the fire, or you’ll get burned,”
Mama wisely said.
Oh, Mama…
I need to feel the pain to know that my stone cold heart is…. 
ALIVE!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Tone Down the Intensity

Tone down the intensity
Is like telling the sun
Not to reach its zenith
Of blazing, scorching heat
Or telling the waterfall
Just as it is ready to gush
Down in a tumult of
Freshness to hold back
At the edge
Or telling the volcano
Seconds away from erupting
Hot molten lava
To reingest the heat
And lie dormant
Or telling the tsunami
That is rushing headlong
To the shoreline
To recede back into
Nothingness and let go
Of its momentum of power
Or the shooting star
To not leave a sparkling trail
As the friction with air
Causes it to burn in brilliance
But to remain motionless
A pale light
On a dotted black sky

Tone down the intensity
For a person who embodies it
Is like telling nature to stand still
With bated breath
When all it wants to do
Is burst into a song of celebration.

Tone down the intensity?
Not a chance…
Tone UP the capacity
To live life!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Eyes of the Orient

Amazing eye whites, perfect and pure
As glacial ice ... they draw me in, like
Diving into a clear Caribbean lagoon ...

(Fluid - cool - quenching!)

Brown iris so dark in contrast that
They're lost in the inky black of pupil,
But striped here-and-there with gold
Flashes that shear the dark, like streaks
Of yellow orchid on the back of a jaguar,
Residue left from a jungle pursuit ...

(Fast - bright - dazzling!)

The softness of the single lid is a quality
That has always charmed me, so warm,
Like the plush of a blanket, as oriental
As the lid of snow that winks its way
Over the slopes of Fuji in Autumn ...

(Keen - clear - byzantine!)

At their supple edges, the most delicate
And diaphanous of lashes, wispy black
Feathers that flutter like the wings of a
Lunar moth, drawn to the warm blue
Light of the moon ...

(Rare - slender - gossamer!)

Lashes that quicken the thrum of my
Heart with each batting, and frame the
Most enigmatic and mysterious objects
That a gentle, beautiful face could ever
Hope to brighten ...

(Coy - bright - abashed!)

Porcelain skin, soft as the breath of a
Hummingbird, painted by the hand of
Sublime Creation - an opalescence as
Flawless as the giggle of a child, and as
Divine as lotus blossoms on a spring
Mistral ...

(Lithe - lustrous - seductive!)

Hair blacker than than the void, with a
Hint of blue lustre found so rarely in
Nature, perhaps in the mane of an
Arabian stallion, or the iridescent skin
Of an Ethiopian ...

(Dark - misty - tenebrous!)

With a shine and depth almost magical,
And a texture that invites the digits to
Explore its depths and lengths - parting
Bangs, gently raking through to the back
Of the head, sweeping to the shoulders,
Sifting down the back and further ...

(Smooth - contoured - electric!)

So long and straight and sinuous, flowing
Like a waterfall of inky dark silk, liquid
Tresses splashing playfully off the curve
Of the back, accentuating those limpid
Surfaces ....

(Divine - molten - libidinous!)

I have dreamed you a thousand times,
And a thousand more, I have Imagined the
Starlight dusk alighting on your form like
Fireflies, the sparkle in the expanse of your
Eyes like moonbeams peeking through the
Willows, as they waltz to the music of the
Wind ...

(Vivid - fluent - gleaming!)

Oh, but how the dance of your eyes
Shames all else, the willows in their most
Soulful weeping can not add measure to
The allurement of your gaze ... the sky of
Twilight in its deepest dreaming, is but a
Sad distraction to the wonder and charisma
Of your sight ...

(Intense - aglow - burnished!)

The near incomparable glistening of the
Moon, even in its most perfect rising, does
Not hold aspect or rite to the enchantment
Of your vision ...

(Catching - holding!)

The precise prismatic fire of the most perfectly
Cut diamond, can not hope to bewitch the
Mesmerizing spell that you cast with but a
Glance of your eyes ...

(Enigmatic - entrancing!)

They say the eyes are the windows to the
Soul, but I believe the eyes ARE the soul,
And yours are as deep, mysterious, complex,
And carnal as any I've ever known, with a
Bottomless acumen that penetrates my
Defenses with ease ...

(Enthralling - hypnotizing!)

I am helpless before your sight, as
Vulnerable as sand before the tide,
And easily as swept away by the current
Of your beguiling charms. Your eyes are,
To me, the very definition of all that the
Word "beautiful" encompasses ...

(Elegant - ravishing!)

They are as the most immaculate lotus
Blossom, floating on the inky black of a
Mountain pool at dusk, rippling with
Emotion and sensitivity, and pulling me
Inward to their sublime perfection ...

(Helpless - forsaken!)

I leap from the edge of my insecurity,
And dive into their liquid exquisiteness,
Falling down, down into their prurient
Expanse, to be consumed by all they
Wish to be ...

(Down - falling - diving!)

Consumed, by all they want of me, by
All they see in mine, by all that they
Bespeak, by all that YOU ...

(Desire!)

Copyright © Greg Barden | Year Posted 2017

Details | Couplet |

My Supreme Goddess Thou Art

I can see Heaven clearly whilst gazing deeply in your eyes now, 
Where the sweet caramel melts deliciously into heartbeats pure.

The radiant light of our eternal love dwells deep within our hearts,
As our souls are captivated by God’s aura of divine enchantment.
 
A nirvana fills our destiny as passionate lovers kissing softly so,
Mesmerized by the enraptured emotions we forever shareth as one.

A wild wondrous wallflower you are—shining now ever brightly,
As that angelic spirit in mortal presence on Earth by God’s hand.

Dearest one I sayeth truly now my supreme goddess thou art,
As we holdeth one another in an ardent embrace by God’s grace.

The fiery passion of our forever love is a pure beam of silken starlight,  
Which bathes the darkest depths of the cosmos in a heavenly radiance.

What more can two people hope for in this world of finite limitations?
Our shared love and rich emotions form the destiny we seek with God.

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 29, 2017
(Couplet)       

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Black Swan

Dance for me now ...

Eyes of polished onyx ...
Pierce me like the keen edge
Of a scalpel, deftly wielded ...

The black blood of my heart
Flowing in and around you,
Warm and welcomed to your

Wings, and the aspiration
Of our spirits ... air between
Us as still as ruin, while the

World spins outward, ever ...
Calm coalescence in a realm
Of chaos ... airborne and

Harmonious, sublime, if only
Ephemeral - if only once ...
I am your vessel, awaiting,

I am your barre, to stretch
And strain upon, I am the
Adoration in your hush, and

The dark feathers of your
Plume, rapt in awe by such
Immaculate and lithe form ...

Destroyed wholly by the
Grace of your movements,
And the exquisite finish of

Your line and flow en fouette,
It is the anger and complete
Abandon in your expression

That at once terrifies me and
Slays my spirit ... that brings
All that is demoness to your

Passion, and all that is angelic
To your ire ... spellbound by
The dance, I fall into your

Shadow, and let your dark
Wings surround my delirium ...
An aphotic interplay of souls,

A forbidden feast of figures,
A carnal and concupiscent
Pas de deux of fury ...

Dance for me ... now.

Copyright © Greg Barden | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Angels Fall

- For Karin -

Angels fall at your feet
To lick the tangy truth
To kiss Heaven's drip
And sate horrid hearts
They feign you, Immaculate ...

Angels fall at your feet
To tend the scars of id
Vacant, fallow and dry
Such sacred sacrilege
They revile you, Torrid ...

Angels fall at your feet
Born of a godly fervor
White flames to ashes
Ashes to tears, entranced
They covet you, Righteous ...

Angels fall at your feet
To twist the spine of mercy
To advocate time's curse
Brought forth in floods
They employ you, Banal ...

Angels fall at your feet
To fawn at fear's reprieves
To shred the Eden leaves
Stark and cloistered, coy
They encircle you, Sullen ...

Angels fall at your feet
To pierce the side of virtue
To thrust a spear of truth
And taste its salty tip
They adorn you, Naked ...

Angels fall at your feet
To strain a tear in symmetry
Pure algebraic forms ...
Hot breath and whispers
They laud you, Redeemed ...

Angels fall at your feet
To Hell and back, abandon
A sultry paragon's allure ...
Off the cliff, a fall sublime
They become you, Oblivion ...

I am broken, replete ...
Pawned by Heaven's deceit
To fall rapt at your feet
Oh, to fall rapt ...
And so tenderly

At your feet.

Copyright © Greg Barden | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them

Copyright © Green Trees | Year Posted 2012

Details | Iambic Pentameter |

The Flower

As the time passes by season to season. I wait and wonder if this flower will ever grow. Planted so
many  times what seemed to be the right place , but once again it was not right at all. Struggling to
blossom so it can show  its color and beauty to the one that matters most of all. Thirsting for the warmth 
of the sun , starving for the attention , not really asking for much at all. So many times it felt so right , 
but things would change so quickly in the middle of the night and all would be lost. Slowly it would wither 
till there was no hope of blossoming one day. As the time passes by tears fill my eyes and there is nothing 
left to say. I only know that this flower will grow , but not this way. It must  be cared for and understood , 
loved and nourished so it will blossom and grow stronger , more beautiful then any flower you've ever known.
Will this flower ever grow? This is something I do not know. Sad as it may seem, it's even sadder to me , That I 
am that flower that will never grow , didn't you know ?

TC
 

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Binary

One is love, 
Zero is everything else. 


Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration |

INDIGO GARDEN INDIGO ROSE

The red rose may be beautiful or grand
Sensual even LOVELY.  But still  only a
WINSOME  rose.
THEN....I strolled the garden BLUE
I saw the INDIGO ROSE 

The BLUEST I had ever seen
A TEASING picture of the 
stunning QUEEN.
The blue ROSE is EXOTIC, she feeds 
The WINSOME ROSE shame with
Professional precision on a petal plate
Of pleasing purity.

Shades of BRILLIANT blue FLASH ACROSS A MOVIE
SCREEN BLUE VIXEN SUPREME
She sends the entire garden into bland oblivion.
A blue diamond glimmering in a GOLDEN heaven.
All other roses WILT of envy clamoring at her
Heels with CONGESTED JEALOUSLY.

When I set eyes upon this ROSE it so inspired me
To see what had not been seen.
The INDIGO GARDEN and all its splendor
Magnificent  presence
Pleasantly BEING. 
THE IMMEASURABLE SOUL OF THE
INDIGO GARDEN

MAGNETIC practically hypnotizing
Immensely MESMERIZING 
These are the INDIGO GARDEN guarded
Secrets I've been knowing

THE INDIGO WAY
ALWAYS THE INDIGO ROSE FOREVER

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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Poetic Encryption Like Ancient Egyptian

Poetic Encryption Like Ancient Egyptian

This terror and threat to poetic clarity,
Becomes a pet rock for some poets.

Words do count for sure, but so does
Clarity unless poets put a mask on.

Encryption can be used to mask 
Certain vatic pretensions that poets
Harbor, at times, when waxing eloquently
About some trendy theme or some idea
Or notion deemed as avant-garde. 

If hieroglyphics were to be readily used
In our now advanced world of modernity,
Would they be viewed as:
A rifacimento? A renaissance? A code?
It all could be plain nonsense too!
Or maybe not . . . 

In T. S. Eliot’s, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,”
He enchants and captivates his readers to a rare and
Flavorful taste of vers libre, if one might be so bold, 
That is selectively sparing, and yet, well-calibrated,
With intermittent sprinklings of superbly crafted 
Visual imagery and eloquent tonal alliteration—
And varied meter, rhythm, and rhyme.
 
“Prufrock” is palpable with emotion and metaphor, yet—
Detached from a ready explanation of the delicious
Power of the words with which Eliot mesmerizes his
Readers with the devout cleverness of a Pied Piper.
 
One could see the eternal Footman
And hear his snicker—and be afraid;
One could roll one’s trousers;
One could dare to eat a peach;
One could walk upon the beach;
One could hear the mermaids sing;
But will the mermaids sing to him?
Only Eliot really truly knows . . .
The real Prufrockian mien here.

Are not such metaphors there . . .
To make us think?
To enchant our senses?
To play on our fears?
To be emotive?

And, yes . . . 
To tantalize our passions?
And, yes . . . 
To excite our psychic yearnings?

Yes . . . Contemplation is always vital!

Some poets speak in a self-tribal code.
Sometimes artful obfuscation is the real goal,
And sometimes—maybe not.

A cacophonic scramble of
Demonstrative and passionate
Words, thoughts, emotions.
All so pure and all so real,
And all in the poet’s mind!
All so exact and all so real!
 
Some, like the legendary Sylvia Plath,
Bring the reader to a forlorn world of
Lost faith, utter despair, and loneliness
In the midst of such a sad dream world.
Plath’s lyric poem — “Edge”
Summons readers to the brink;
Occurring one week before her 
Untimely suicide.

The power and symbolism
Resident in this, her final poem,
Point toward . . .
A perfection, A completion,
A tragic tribalism.

Plath’s symbology is both
Intense and compelling;
Forming its own sense of
Encryption while embellishing
A supernatural aura of immortality.

The redoubtable Ezra Pound in his
“Hugh Selwyn Mauberley,” and in
Many other of his complex poems,
Personifies a certain form of encryption
With his use of symbols and metaphors,
A mix of foreign languages, and a definite
Convulsion of syntax which makes for an 
Intellectual “Rite of Passage” defying, at times,
A clear analysis and ready understanding.
	
Pound in “Mauberley,” writes on various
Levels begging much pre-knowledge from
Each reader while amply teasing us with:
His gnomic predilection for novel themes;
His thirst for the unexpected and unusual; 
His formidable knowledge and language forte;
His array of uniquely woven word tapestries;
And his referential flair for striking aphorisms.

Pound does all of this so magnificently . . .
All the while forming imagery challenging
A reader’s sense of understanding:
Leaving a sense of syntactical encryption Writ Large!
Always challenging and never ever dull!
That is, if one’s cup of tea is reveling in the complex!

There is a profound literary sense to what some may say
Is Pound’s Janus-faced proclivity for genius and madness.
Pound will not disappoint you regardless of which bipolar
Face you ascribe to him.
Although, contrast and comparison are very important . . . 

Yet, I proffer that deep thinking and sometimes actually
Being confused at times . . .
May result ultimately in a true epiphany,
Leading each of us to a spirit of greater understanding!

I end with John Keats, who has left all of us, as poets,
With his immeasurable sense of naturalistic Humanism.
Keats’ pursuit of metaphor, nuance, descriptive imagery,
And sagacious symbology reflect the highest degree of
Poetic mastery and a strong sense of perspicacity obvious
In all of his works!

Keats also uses a type of poetic encryption—
With his diction, imagery, thoughts, and verse syncopation;
He’s quite elegant with his varied and fluent thematic reveries.
They’re always a joy to decipher, while leaving us to bask in 
Their powerful sense of clarity and persuasive meaning!

Many of Keats’ works reflect this form of encryption . . . 
“La Belle Dame Sans Merci”
Particularly comes to mind in this instance,
As well as his famous “Ode” narratives;
And his superb Grecian epic fragment: “The Fall of Hyperion,”
Presents the reader with a veritable smorgasbord of contrasts
And imagery, and an imaginative view of the classical conflict
Between the Olympians and the Titans! 

Divining the complex, chaotic, and unpredictable
In our world of arcane symbolism and imagery,
Reflect the modern world we live in today.
Poetic Encryption is indeed . . . 
So like Ancient Egyptian!

Hieroglyphics, after all, form their own
Sense of imagery and word pictures . . . 
Analogous to what we do today with the 
Words, images, metaphors, emotions, and
Symbols in our poetry!

Poetic Encryption is so like Ancient Egyptian! 
Amen! Amen! Amen! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
April 25, 2016 (Narrative)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016

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The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.



Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

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Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013