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Snippets of Spring vol 1

Blakean ghosts' boasts..frollicking in rollicking

Rolling hillock hosts..ripe shenanigans..perry toasts

Believing in hefty heaving heroes

Hallowed harbingers..halcyon hedgerows

Harbouring tranches of branches..ferry very merry berries

Majestic mosaic montage barge of balletic 

Incandescent flowers..weaving wherries

Showering prophetic kaleidoscopic poetic dreams

Streams through towering mesmeric green tunnels

Full to the gunnels..reams of sheens teem..flowing funnels

Bestowing.. glowing transcendent beams gleam kinetic

Luminescent aesthetic barrage..overpowering iridescent fluorescent flowering
  
Every single one of Mother nature's tendrils tingle

Mingle..saluting seasonal succour..mooting rebooting from fruiting..pukka

Bluebell Dells

Idyllic illicit illusion…

Complicit daydream delusion…

Explicit panoply profusion…

Other worldly garlanded gems..

Purring poetic…balletic..stirring kinetic aesthetic..

Absurdly drop atop delicious stems..

Heavenly blue hue...serenity’s serendipitous shade..

Or purple patch so plush…fairies blamelessly blush..

Bucolic blossom hush... mother nature's made..

Garnishing..varnishing.. intricate forest floor laid..

Magical mist…delicate..sumptuously sprayed... 

Trysts persist…unctuously dappled glade..

How can you resist..not be swayed?

Flagrantly decadently displayed. 

Fragrantly delectably conveyed...

Casts seasonal smorgasbord spells..

Marvel at the mythical majesty..

Spring’s cocooned woven tapestry..

Festooned filigree of bluebell dells

Egret

In balletic poise
focused with intense stillness
arc of white light strikes

What's Not In the Middle of This Sentence the Middle Is

What's in the middle
of light
where halos
form from beams
Where rain captures reflected moments
before their splat epitaph
Winds skirts with lint
in a balletic maze
honoured by the sun disco ball graze

That Twirl Balletic

If i exist
I would write of tears
that pulled down walls
Of love in seconds glance
Of new born parents
with matching gloop stains
Of darkness that swims between
the blood and skin
Of strutted sex
that smoulders ember ambers
Of blades of grass
that twirl balletic
in moistening summer wind
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Between Good aNd Evil
on the n
I stand
If i exist
i lie wi in th the space
where ink touches paper
Where key finger indent begs fullfilment
in bluened night

Four Bears

Flying Jib son of Curry Comb
The care of the comb son of Garden Gnome

Garden Gnome son of Pillow Case
The case of the headrest o’ Second Base

Second Base son of Baby Chick
The chick who’s a pip son of Pogo Stick

Pogo Stick son of Gunder Fahr
The father of man son of Zanzibar

Zanzibar son of Zanihey
The hey zani hey son of Make My Day

Make My Day son of Monocle
The cull of the one son of Dimn Endoll

Dimn Endoll son of Angel Eyes
The seer of the saint son of Biting Flies

Biting Flies son of Linseed Oil
The oil of the flax son of Munsell Soil

Munsell Soil son of Swami Snake
The snake in the basket o’ Pullman Brake

Pullman Brake son of Hatta Tik
The bug in the rug son of Balletic

Balletic son of FBI
The Tommy gun men son of Hy and Dri

Hy and Dri son of Daily News
The word on the street son of Boogie Shoes

Boogie Shoes son of Years Ago
The gone by the way son of Best in Show

Best in Show son of Links of Chain
The iron that weeps son of Dick and Jane

Dick and Jane son of Bob and Weave
The blow to the head son of Makebelieve

Makebelieve son of Elmo Bib
The under the pin son of Flying Jib

Caboodle Corpse

vile vibed violin
pruning punctured pelvics
damped veins scrunching
tossing tactic traces
kleptomaniac kinky crunches
vesting voluptuous voices

silly strength spent
spilled seals etched
rustic reels rent

callous crest cupped
lanky lousy lust
revamping coda rust

balletic bounty bod
assumed caboodle Corpse.
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Gracing Minuetto

Gracing minuetto in the castle of fortune
I gazed upon the chance of serendipity
I can perceive she is a sublime creature, that of which I marvel
The smell of infusing fragrants enchants my desires
Reeling me like kir poeticness
Grace, scent, feline lure of jaded ushered
Virile fantasies amid the gothic night
As we clung into a seductress tone
The swirl of sweet voices and opera come to form a stirring endeavor
With this discern mystique, the hourglass feels hastened
Fatigueness leads to an alluring slumber
The dawn of feverous romance enigma
Darkening a man’s intellect into mistress adoration
Consumed by gilded ravishment of rose elegance
She craves the caressment of balletic sway of a paramour
Craving the taste of rouge lips
Charming the fiery mortality to satisfy the appeasement
Candle lights burn the explicating flesh
Perspiring with a sobbing yearn
She is a vixen impacted by this occult night

Miss Ricky's School of Dance

I know the five positions
(In ballet – don’t get all hot!)
Plus plie and pirouette
But all the rest I plum forgot.

I didn’t have a tutu
But a leotard? Perhaps.
My memory is dimming
And I’m left with just the scraps.

Most likely, I attended
Very briefly, very young,
So a few balletic moves
The only knowledge that has clung.

Was there really a Miss Ricky?
Guess there’s no way I could know
For my ballerina days were over
Many years ago.

Old Twilight

resting by a garden path, I watched them lean into each other
like sodden loofers in a warm pool

then they rose to walk away and her voluminous dress, (silk)
danced a parachute ballet, caressing his tanned, mottled shins

and not heeding the peeling bell, he took her by the hand 
to watch the balletic display...Coppelia or Giselle?

and he mused... would'nt it be swell to dance like Nureyev,
in $1000 shoes?

Wailing

Wailing during life darkest hours
Holding ashes of emptiness
While calling oracles by sacred names
Begging to help you honour your fallen dreams
Rescue you out of the wasteland
And anoint you favourably,
To witness shining days again;
Wailing through nights of thunder
Pledging for sadness to go away
Have chance to light candles
And brighten your life again
Just another chance to bid for paradise
With daily beatific smile
Showing you balletic skills,
While holding on to the crown
And carrying the light with pride

With Coral Eyes

When you struck me,i vibrated like a kettle drum
then as smaller percussions and repercussions
echoing from all the glassy surfaces
creating a balletic geometry of sound tracks
in space and time.

When you knocked me down,
I fell against her and her and her;
we were like a row of skittles
and we all went down with the lifeboat;
the infinite chain of being is.

When you hit me,the Fall spread across the world
Now there is no Vertical
All is undivine and graceless.
By the Rod it's ruled

When you left me,I left myself,the world,the rocks,dry land
I weighed down sank to the ocean bed
with coral eyes
gazing.

When you struck my mind
I became an instrument of a foreign power
Singing a song I didn't kmow.

When the glass was smashed
the splinters flew into all our hearts.
You didn't know what we couldn't see.

I lay on barren ground and gave birth
To my own Creator in the desert.
He was not dead at all.
But you killed him.

Vintage Heart

These modern day girls,
they don't fall in love
like they did in the black and white movies,
no more Audrey Hepburns' sipping on chardonnays
and pursing gold flake cigarettes
over a bowl of delicate conversation

they're unsophisticated,
they puff on cigars
and gulp down jello shots
while attempting a balletic demeanor
as poetic as Grace Kelly

but their actual depiction
is gauche
and lacking the ability
to fool any heart,
especially Cary Grant's

Bright-Eyed Breathless

The bright-eyes breathless girl barefoot across fields,
Fading sun in her eyes and her straw hat clasped
With one hand, a sculpture of flawless definition,
Supple animation, spellbound as summer collapsed.
Grey skies spilled chains of rain that melted her dress,
Patterned with daisies until against her lissom figure
Hugged with moisture, a fabric of growing transparency,
She splashed on sodden ground with youthful vigour.
She laughed at nature’s soaking of her golden tresses,
And with balletic grace, her mind absolved of all care
Hurtled gasping through the barn door and fell upon 
New mown hay, bright-eyed breathless and laughing there.

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