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On your mulberry canvas
I inscribed my tangerine sun
Cached behind a dark rock
When violet dawn broke
Beneath orchid clouds
Your lilac brushstrokes arose
From steel-blue ocean
As gentle winds tickled
Platinum-hued ripples
I sprinkled orange glow
Where you embossed
Shades of ruby-desire
On pink-rose magenta
Floating on purple fire
In silence we held hands
Celebrating romance
Ablaze in our own aura
That you and I sparked
Holding daybreak in pause
July 25, 2018
NOTE: Sunrise in Marblehead, MA
Placed first in Standard contest #105 by Brian Strand
taciturn springs rising
from within the quarry
of deep earth's wisdom
urging lyrical waters to transpose
while held like singing seas of living reveries
of history and infinity
misting to meld with rainfall dreams
Falling like ancient messages
into the orchard of molecular landscapes
drawn to penetrate its legacy
embedded in the rockeries and rills
blanketing the groves of dirt and ferns
teeming in the arcadian oasis
feeding feast or famine
flourishing the solicitude of springtime
in spider spun dreams
of longings in ancient oaks
merging with the ebb of shedding sycamores
in salted seas teeming and exalting
the rhetoric of existence
in musing opaque vapors
mingling into pervasive clouds
bleeding life
cached in the creche
of pastoral beginnings
of everlasting eddies
watering the garden of dreams
April 22, 2020
Rewritten: October 3, 2020
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I wandered lone as I did seek
Through silent woods and rustling leaves
Down the hill to the flowing creek
Away from life's stress causing heaves
There I saw a white lovely swan
By magic there appeared a fawn
As the slow running water splashed
Then filled a deeper hole for fish
A place to dream and keep my cached
Where those large fish could jump and whish
A place to write some poetry down
Where depressing thoughts could sink and drown
Where microscopic details thrived
Those threatened plants grow high and wide
In this place they truly survive
This past spring trillium I spied
A host of buckeye 'pon the hill
And wild azaleas gave me thrills
Back up the winding trail to home
Spirit filled, soul rested and still
No need to drift; physically roam
Just let my thoughts of this day fill
In the kitchen in drudgery's grip
From my cup of memories sip
From my thoughts about the work "I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" by William Wordsworth
Repost of this one.
For Brian
"I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud" by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a geek
Through silent woods and rustling leaves
Down the hill to the flowing creek
Away from life's stress causing heaves
There I saw a white lovely swan
By magic there appeared a fawn
As the slow running water splashed
Then filled a deeper hole for fish
A place to dream and keep my cached
Where those large fish could jump and whish
A place to write some poetry down
Where depressing thoughts could sink and drown
Where microscopic details thrived
Those threatened plants grow high and wide
In this place they truly survive
This past spring trillium I spied
A host of buckeye 'pon the hill
And wild azaleas gave me thrills
Back up the winding trail to home
Spirit filled, soul rested, and still
No need to drift; physically roam
Just let my thoughts of this day fill
In the kitchen in drudgery's grip
From my cup of memories sip
Contest: I Wandered Lonely As
Sponsor: Natasha L. Scragg
Date Written: 09/20/2022
The word Geek today has many definitions or meanings. One is typically connoting an expert or enthusiast obsessed with a hobby or intellectual pursuit.
Love, is power thereof in many notions of life
one conscience of two notions, chaotic or *cosmos
how can life be right of a notion... chaotic
or a *plagion nature be instructor of the cosmos
therefore learn from the power of who you are
let the godly nature, teach the plagion soul
The dark shadows of death’s nature looms
in the shadows of the illusions of false self
shadowed, illusions creeping, having no power of self
as darken images from true selves divided appear
under cover of counterfeit shadows in motion...
evil trees producing only fruits of death
Counterfeits selves appear as light comprehends darkness...
pending a choice made... to be or not to be *Agape,
love... one conscience... one power... cosmos or chaotic
the choice Precept... by Agape’s intellectual decree
verse life’s concept, to be or not to be of love’s decree
a light of love or darkness of death in shadowed illusion
* Cosmos - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosmos Cached
The cosmos is a complex and orderly system, such as our Universe; the opposite of Chaos. It is the Universe regarded as an ordered system.
*ORIGIN from Latin plagiarius 'kidnapper', from Greek plagion 'a kidnaping'.’
*What is agape love? - GotQuestions.org
www.gotquestions.org/agape-love.html Cached
Question: "What is agape love?" Answer: The Greek word agape is often translated "love" in the New Testament. How is "agape love" different from other types of love?
Your chipps are all cached in
Your diligence is due
You stand to fall
You live to die
You're lying, but it’s true
How grand it would be, if one day
When you were feeling blue
You found me
And I needed you
Nothing else to do
after William Carlos Williams
My husband and daughter sleep
blind to the bleach
of street lamps
and every wellspring headlight sluicing
the dark
Pre-dawn but this cavity
chants of you —
Don’t smile
Don’t smile
Better to tongue
the deep, empty groove
I rise, pirouette across
cold parquet
The kitten shadows me
so we waltz until
it is time to commit
Keys under fingers
twitch, twitch
and my page glows as the black
prowls into this gentled grey
the taste of a cached penny
behind compressed lips
Hold your breath
make my wish
Quintessentially phantasmagoric,
her cobalt skies' chimerical fancy
whores itself out for poetry,
sumptuously cached 'tween
a revelation's optical illusion
enchanting white knights
and seducing dragons alike,
her flimflam elusively lofty
& difficult to evermore be captured
amidst celestial spheres of rapture
Eden pedestalled
On burnished clouds of dawn
Is dew melted famished leaves.
Diamond visions
In our bright dreaming glory,
Bolt castle doors flaming grief.
That heaven is gone
We were too far gods to know;
We wear pearls now, frozen tears
Of soft sufferings.
It's all we know of love's grace:
Time's mortal beauty shines still.
For all else unknown
Consumes this as paradise
Total of the castle's store
Cached in heaven
Where each delight unveils fresh
Figures of old glory bright.
No memory here
Just dreams, the wafers so sweet
That melt on tongue and in light
Sense regurgitates
What had never been, communes
With divine grace, so we dream.
Each dream a spark, glows
For faith, and prods the heart clean
As the fired wine; we sip grace
In treasures of smile:
Joy's cached beauty spilling
From the heart: a frugal rain.
I want to dance there
And sing in it like children
To be swallows in the rain
Wings flashing light shards
The fresh eucharist
Of joy. It's eden's bright kiss
In every art that we miss.
Milky Way dream spots
and other-worlds engaged me
this earthbound urchin
science fiction plots might stir
a pure childhood fantasy
But golden aura
folks can sense that Christmas treat
their pearl orb tot craves
“sight for sore eyes tinsel rapt”
“galaxies galore.” Mum beamed
My peepers wept dams
at magic flight revery
cosmic distance bridged
telescope a nod to star
bright clusters in the heavens
Family ring glow
spark and madcap stellar oomph
cached image-laden
supernova vault’s gem horde
that souvenir I treasure
How many syllables verified
Date posted ; August 27th 2022
NB This work is dedicated to a toy telescope my parents bought me
When you and I were one,
A lifetime of joy cached,
Us dancing neath the sun
With passion unabashed,
Fond filaments finespun,
Golden memories stashed.
1st February 2023
For Line Gauthier's "Bite Size Contest No. 60"
Catharsis
A cautious, yet deliberate, experiment of the mind;
fleeting thoughts considered,
then quickly left behind;
a brainchild of emotions cached within the heart;
I finally have relinquished
that which took too long to start.
The motive from inception was to recognize my grief,
achieving, through just pen and ink,
soul-cleansing relief.
Jubilantly now among the shadows of my home,
I clutch, with blue-stained fingers, my goal...
a finished poem.
The passion for alleviating pain has now been quelled,
and many facets of my anguish
have finally been felled.
FabelThirty
FabelThirty
Jim Carrey Email
Filter Poetry
Poems is Filtered
Fan Club Is Full
TOO many Millions
Eye finally got to talk to JIM Carrey today and he told me why he cannot read my
poetry. He explained it like a man. There is too many fans. There is too many
emails. “Eye “MISTER Carrey to yew” make filters for my fan club messages the
**** is the first one.” Okay my gentile reader ewe begin to see now eh? Where
this one is going?
JCFC(jimcarreyfanclub)Filter One : NO ****.
FILTER TWO: NO POETRY
FILTER THREE: NO EMAIL
Oh why oh woe is me eye wanted JIM to read the mee? Oh pain now from
headache and anxiety Your email address has NOT been verified. Please
click 'Click to verify' next to your email address below or change your email
address to a valid one.
Oh why cannot we just have his home address a house boat eye suppose in
some woman's swimming place? Eye was a CIA spook before eye got religion
the love replaces hate so now eye want just to relate to all the STARS in
Hollywooded glens and pools of swimming fans. Eye had a picture ready to
download to the fanclub when the email did not come eye lost all hope that HE
was really there and sure enough it was a band called Carrey Band. This is just
a fanclub not Jim Carrey. AND that is how this FABEL was just born.
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Charles Hice
Number 23
Number 23
Waiting in a line for food.
Am I in a prison or a diner.
Drinking soda and now water.
I am sitting in a recliner,
wishing that i could get up and
jump into the sink,
to drink a pail of water.
I am just a want too.
I am full of meat.
Waiting in a line for food.
Wanting bread but eating meat.
A poor man and his daughter.
I am number twenty three.
Charles Hice
http://www.newline.com/properties/number23the.html
Actual Trailer to the movie this is my tribute JIM Carrey please email me.
IMPORTANT: Please click on the link below to verify this email address:
OH forever JOY the RIDDLER is mine at last.
Charles Hice
What a joyous encounter this year has been!
We are almost bidding it goodbye
But If I say it was only the smoothest it's a lie
We've lost some along the way,
You have suffered along the way,
You have hoped along the way,
Do you remember your resolutions for this year?
When you told yourself that twenty four will be the year?
Trust me you were right
And your achievements will shine bright
But what of us whose dreams weren't accomplished?
Like a crooked boat, I long for to be demolished
Sickness has been part and parcel
It has never left us as we had hoped for
Unemployment has cached up
With which strength will I clear the junks?
Our family members left us
How strong I am going to stand up to face next year?
Is it all but a fluke?
The ride or die I promised myself that this was the year
Unions have broken , lovers disentangled
Wasn't this the year I promised myself to settle down?
This pen is too heavy
My eyes so teary,
The journal I kept before the 'promised year '
Looks so old and stuffy
With the ink faded
Am I going to write the same resolutions for next year?
Or should I let nature take it's course.
But I know,
I am not giving up.
We dust ourselves and try again
Twenty -five here we come again.
Pixelated bitmap e-mares
Digitized be mementos cached
Her 8 bit vocal vintage freeware
Transfers recurrent electric draughts
The bitrate of virtual seduction
Intrusively hacks my bones
Taste be my lips of data eruption
Elicited from her tone
Physique a stimulating software
Upon my Ethernet she crafts sparks
A gem society deemed quite rare
Though she possessed a vibrant bark
Her bandwith I yearned to fiddle
'Twas encrypted with die-hard lust
She moans in esoteric riddles
Keen I decode them whilst I thrust
Pizazz eclipsing our veins
A billion megabytes colliding
Satiated we crash free of rein
Unforeseen servers uniting