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bloodline

baptised bloodline boiling beneath belladonna brewed basins of blame

Miss Information

(“Conceived in Light”, 2017, original encaustic)

Miss Information

Everywhere you look
Everything you hear
Reverberates and reveals
The seductive power of Sophia
Catching our eye and ear
Whispering morsels of truth
Seeding our own discombobulated minds
With enough material
To sustain a hundred Amazon basins.

All that fecundity 
Just brimming with potential
To tear us down
And in turn 
Build us up again.

This is the nature of light after all
Filtering into even the darkest spaces
Planting its seeds
In elemental photon form
To one day awaken
Within the dawn.

(5/21/25)

Amare tumi Ashesh -Tagoreweb

amare tumi Ashesh

Unending a bliss from you in me , mystic thy muse is such a sweet amen
quenched once, rejuvenated again, life reborn,  endeared , again and again

So many valleys en carved so many river basins, trailing through delta ashore 
My knickknack harp chanted your lungs to breathe beyond embellishment 
so many times a chord for so many more 
Patsy a churn, i yearn here to happen with my shenanigan, feeling t'was unanimous once more 
With your divine an ode My soul sharer , wisdom retold , my reverie heart song
as the flight soaring high through rythm , rhyme and the ecstasy divine joys knew no bound
a handful of me
my catapult reverie
tantrum of my another may, my mundane trivial everyday,
and the bittersweet trouble belongs to  me, only traveling back to me.


Tagoreweb : Artist : Singer : Moumita

Summer For the Win

From behind packs of premature spring
Comes molten summer for the win!
Crumbs of hot rain snatched away
Numb rivers sink into bleak basins

May's but a gentle memory of
Days kissed with misty green hindsight
Bays and beaches fill with sun children who will
Stay long beyond the tahitian twilight.

6/18/21

Water's Flow

Glorious., glorious substance that flows thru my body.
Seeking more it forms inside my glass.
Looking up at the sky to see it turn the clouds dark The The roar of thunder releases it in the form of rain drops.
       on my skin

Tempertues drop as it expresses individual uniqueness
         in each snowflake.
The morning sun melts it all to add to the basins of 
         seas.
Tree roots search for it as it mixes with dirt to firm mud.
Dew is its refreshment to the living.


Liquid or solid. inside or out pure in nature is 
Essential  life's precious  liquid gold.in many forms.

Eastern Lowland Gorillas

Eastern Lowland Gorillas are listed as, critically endangered
They are the biggest subspecies, and are also known as Grau’s Gorilla
and they are found in Congo Basins, lowland tropical forests
but their territory has been halved, by human greed that deforests

They are most vulnerable, to human encroaching and poaching 
that is even happening, in the Kahuzi-Beige National Park
Political instability and conflict, have left National Parks in neglect
and they need to eject, rebels, poachers and miners, out of their ballpark

Image of Greece

Baskets does not hold water
Basins does coconut holds water
Cocoyam does not thus the eye
Of the soul is wisdom

Time To Shine

contemplate wise owl foot basins drift
holiday spirit friend foe balloon
fire rocks beach spring joy lost mines

Nostilgia With Hashi the Harlot

haashi the harlot
has a faucet
she has water to drink
hashi got basins
and soap in her basin
 and clothes to wash away
her stink

but it could be better
spend some time together
and find the Harlots
a drab
towel off the soap
and twitch to cope
and fever sweatens
 the drab

it get's chilly
so don't act silly
get dressed and
prepare for event
Hashi The harlot
aint the average Harlot
she the kind
where your money's spent

Constellations

2/24/16


Made my own observations
While following through on obligations
Certain materials came into contact with the process of oxidation
As I always respected conservation
Unfortunatley the same could not be said for all occupations
And methods of operation
Realize this bit of ancient knowledge, many conversations
Got lost in translation,  all across the basins and nations


You could make a never ending story of compilations
Life came with unlimited combinations
Of complications
But it was never enough to break my concentration
Spirit or willpower, as I stared up at the constellations
Above cities with high populations
I made my own modifications
Through many optimizations

I understood that many desired accomodations
And strictly believed in consecrations

I could never respect or help anyone interested in world domination
Or narcissism and self-nomination
Especially if they speak of others like an abomination
I'm so very far from religious, but I can tell you now with a certain degree of confidence
And a much higher consciousness
That will lead you to a path of eternal condemnation

By: Dalton Ogletree

To My Never Was

travelling to my never was,
my yearly time in the yard
spring time back to cold Ohio
gripped in nonsense and melancholy
I travel to old town
misted by the cuyahoga
surprised yet not I find
they tore down the tottered house
tar paper and clapboard
hoary hand pump out front
jutting out of upturned earth
like an oxidized finger accusing
at broken chimney
collapsed walls
19th century brickwork sharded
toppeled into fetid basins
the neighborhood's harshbitten scar
open wounded by the treelawn
old man who once lived there
trapped in darkness and exile
haunts it no longer
memory freed
by oiled machinery and progress
rooftop split
like broken amphora
scattered on the seabed
and so floats my enmity
thermal up and away
updraft and ashes
drift'n bulldozed and scaffold
dissipating on warmer breezes
as if it never was...

Pale Paleontologist Playing Piccolos

A pea in a blanket.  help assistance is required for the gnome was drawing near to the fire but was blocked by a rat who has morphed into a bee. Worker bee. Good. Fantastic. And now the baboon ensures no pork fest. Great. And obviously no one bothered. And obviously no one cared enough. Oblivious oblivion then. Cable car bra in basins. Balsamic fruit fried. Paleontology patterned printed point. And a dew. Good. And a deity of a half blood means fame to a few. Goodbye goodnight and no good day. Hahaha smoked a single egg mackerel sandwich. Oooh worshipped by a majority vote of no confidence in the car park now. Xxxxx colonic clap clap your unit. Xxxxx passing through a series xxxxx paleontologist playing piano lessons zzz freedom of action for number of prancing prawns xxxx oleo royalist 0 paleontologist 5

Beautification Beans

Breathing space of time and place. Wishing waiting wanting wantonly. And a fried ham. Jellied eels do not erode in a milky ju. And segment of an oiled asparagus is not very funny for a spoon who arrives in a headdress at a ballroom. To tell a time off is to deny a denounced pink and purple acolyte of a flower . Bud then. Bead then. Braking beaming bombing being bringing basins. Hahahaha and now a chat to a cloth. Hahahaha and a jumping scarf doing the can can dance. Xxxx beautification z

Pale Sleep Awakens In Fallowed Dreams

Pale sleep awakens.
Another light scorns the earth 
as crooked fingers lash down,
their jagged streaks slashed by 
nagging pall puffs, shattered 
by lofty white swirls.

Breath drawn in- then out,
burying itself in rusted, fallowed 
dreams and nettled streams of 
daylight bleeding through 
slatted blinds.

Humming drones of life
whine along bustling streets.
Sphinxian machinery grinds 
stone to dust, settling somewhere, 
lost in a terra incognita- finding homes 
in pink blushed skies, and seaports where 
the smell of fish and oil hover over wharfs.

Market flowers wag brilliant heads, 
seeking homes. Songbirds scold, 
haggling over baptism in shallow basins.
Dead leaves rattle on pavement, 
scratching destinies, left to southern winds.
The sun tips its hat to the moon,
and slides to an end...to begin again.

Waterfalls

Headwaters,
Of the world’s flowing souls,
Cresting to flight and misting rainbows.

Everyone.
Searching for another.
To endure sacrifices behold,

Cascading
Heart’s ladles dip into
Basins of memories in plunge pools.

Waterfalls,
From the rapids of youth,
To the flat waters of golden years


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Contest: Some Form of Crystalline
Form: Verse : Parallelogram de Crystalline
11.02.14
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Received an NA in the above contest.

Entered in Edward Ebbs's contest: Only for those NA's on 01.23.16
The contest calls for an explanation of what the poem means to the author:

This poem is a summary of life.  
Headwaters=birth,
Cresting=growing up, 
misting=your effect on others and the world, 
'searching for another'=could be spouse, money, God, or just yourself, etc,        
Sacrifices=what you traded for what you wanted, 
cascading=life, time goes by so fast

Once you reach old age, hopefully your waters are calm (flat), and not still turbulent or made turbulent due to regret from choices and the trades you made in youth.

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