Raw emotion
Sure devotion ~
Only within nakedness
we can find
pure light.
Her Death
-The trigger lay steady and sardonic in the hands of the ready stalker.
-She lays unaware , a spot for each grand representation of naiveness in her hair.
Full of innocence-didn’t even have chance to mature. For the hunter was to ensure the value of her fur, by stripping her bare of what she had earned.
-she was nothing more than her new found horror
Title: Silence
Written javascript thepoet
Silence
if silence could speak
loud than words
it would echo through my eaching born
it would speak a language of the unknown
a myth to yet discovered, it would
unvilled like the hidden cloth of secret barried to human eyes
it would creep around the darkness just to feet
in the silent moment of untold story
silence
An emotion that has no motion.
it screams when all is in mute
silence is eyes that can see;
Lungs that can breathe, and ears that can hear;
For silence sees what no body can bear to see;
In that moment of silence
Silence is like a voice washed in waves of tranquility its Without words but yet special in verse and rhyme
Hidden in nature’s .silence is the grace within the art like whistle in the dark
embraces your fear
as It deepens your tear
its like death brought to life
It’s a moment of silence
a fear behind the strength
a sound more piercing then anything
Spring becomes tender
Poetically laughs and cries
with the first fruits of arrival
with the finality of departure...
Your body, with pleasure
like a flower opens into petals
when I skillfully touch you...
This simple life of ours,
in grandeur, does indeed blossom,
when we weave ourselves in nobility...
To truly love is:
to provide attentive ears,
to offer obliging arms...!
Life always becomes art,
canvas, palette, action...
in the mystery of creation!
Wine can be:
oily, full-bodied, fruity...
sine qua non; good grape, good wine!
I come to bury Charlie Kirk, not to praise him.
I’ve heard his words hurt millions, but that that didn't faze him,
that he took Jesus’ words about sowing division to heart,
and is said to have use them to help tear our world apart.
So, as for my praise ~ I'll wait till I see how history does appraise him.
some loves bout lost come go almost all sorts
motives remain true pure until find not
list least cain hope fewer no good reports
still life like love moves backing forth cold hot
back outing again own each such sigh wish
loss lasts long gone fast run use eye oui next
stuff split rough two there one bright here blue dish
but still be same unself self sans pretext
wait patient fourth floor first ready confess
one day then now was dreamed real life unfold
four most seven great death comes not success
some would telling kisses end life untold
try may believe yes if not near reverse
mind conceives lives another universe
Venus dropping chandelier dreams
Jupiter glides catching cocoa creams ~
lymph drops glisten diamond formation
topaz glide froth transmutation ~
Frozen in Time
For seventy years and counting,
Every photograph and every newsreel,
Every home movie and every video,
I feature distantly frozen in time.
Millions if not billions of images,
I am invisible but none the less there.
Yes, I am seen in the family album,
Snapshots of change growing older.
My fascination lies in the background,
Ever present but rarely in sight.
Lurking in the shadow of others,
Is this too deep, what does it mean.
There's grave expectations, that's haunting the grave
All platitudes bought, no attitudes saved
The myth in the mist, you insist, you're not a slave
You preach no luster, no light, nor hope..."your" pathway is paved
So go on, grin my friend, again and again
Cuz you swallowed the light, then you wallowed in sin
You'll pray, well, you might, on knees that you bend
Then you'll sin once again, with that same silly grin
divide and conquer
the power of one percent
exactly where they want us
conveniently hell bent
RETHINKING FOUCAULT
Just as a verse comes from verses,
a song comes from songs...
Text comes from texts,
Everything comes from the whole,
nothing is just an extract
of what already exists and has...
Everything is in place... and just copy and paste...
Of course, transforming, assembling
the story to taste...
But the new fact doesn't exist
nothing exists new...
But there is knowledge,
the innate talent!
Archimedes, renowned scientist
exclaimed his Eureka!
upon finding the "solution"
to a complex proof,
in a general field or mathematics...
Later, in a less long-lived stage,
well before the calends
Shakespeare, the theatrical wizard,
confirmed this missing piece for us!
A non-blatant copy of the plagiarism
perpetrated disguised by
his abysmal talent...
Nothing is created, everything is copied
nothing new and so new
the genuine is old, ancient
everything comes from the one!
... ALEA JACTA EST
ready! AND DONE "
We vote for our lives,
not for fictional speeches...
of "democracy"...!
O gossamer, thy needles.
They shine like suns at play.
Bands of fate in full? She pulls!
Faster grow, O hay!
Erosion, art thou harbinger?
Kingdom gone? Returned?
Battlefield, thy prey! O cur!
How my heart has burned!
Tremendous time, thy measure.
Each minute to work out.
Poisoner, thy pleasure!
Dismay, decay, doubt!
Fine flickering in free fall?
Plight of a far-flung hope?
Funeral, thy darkest pall!
Invincible rope!
Creek trickling down the cliff?
Cold the water gets.
Faster, peasant! Pole that skiff!
He who shirks regrets!
Thistle in an empty field?
Spartan on the shield.
Wound in side that never healed.
Heart-blood a-congealed.
O xylophone, thy plaintive note.
Balloons love to float.
O ye travelers, pack thy tote!
Red the riddle rote...
Specific Types of Allusion Poems
Definition | What is Allusion in Poetry?
Poems Related to Allusion
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