Best Consecrate Poems

I knelt amidst the mountain's rise
        beneath the weeping opal skies
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how deft of you to open up my veins

      with little but his name upon your lips

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It is the conversation
between the poet and the jester.
The poet- with solemn introspection;
the jester- with careless regard,
each captivating the other.

It is the ultimate irony
of this...

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Our love will never disappear or wane
We clung tightly to true passionate heart
This spirit of love the world will retain
After our kiss...

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The phantoms of Glen Affric call
from deep within the histosol,

where time and matter’s slow decay
of misty glen and ancient fray,

conceal Mackenzie ghosts in wait
with weapons...

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countless hearts and roses fall
    for sake of heeding Cupid's call
      and yet I fail for phrases,...

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Oh what misery!

The heart- 
an indigent and feral beast
kept in lock down
in an inner cage
for my own good

What treachery dwells
within that creature!

It's wiles, 
it's devious...

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I knelt amidst the mountain's rise, beneath the weeping opal skies,
      There to measure Io's swoon - the envy of...

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Incite the words that take me through
Unload your fears and call them truth
Stand up and consecrate your hate
Follow along, or die alone in debate

Just look...

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the consecrate rose
sits on the bureau 
its petals ebonized
now delicate
like life

the tempo of night
strums through whispers
of gentle wind
beneath the tones
of a lullaby
as shadows rock
back and...

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An obtuse angle is an angle of greater than 90° and less than 180°. Wiki

I must be looking like an obtuse angle
in my funeral agent's...

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she was fragile-
delicate, like autumn fighting 
for reveries of crimson tides,
delirium raced and left no trace,
and before i whispered farewell-
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22.
Love is divine, never a chore, 
love, the sentiment we adore, 
our passion has come to the fore,
Now, we shall open love’s floodgate, 
love divine...

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Show me the way to your fields,
Where;
I am told is filled with joy and peace;
Where;
They say has rivers flowing with milk and honey;
Where;
I hear people...

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AWAKE!

Forebear I beg if I am found obtuse
Not turning from the indigent I see
Should I aver egregious a view
They be ascribed a sloth delirium

My comments...

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