Best Dilettante Poems

The Dilettante Diaries: "In Stasis, Black Iris"



Oriental Lily's 
Stamen bleeds 
blush ochre dust
like icing sugar
duelling tongues
sweet captive 
musk

over stagnant 
white pure perfume
Stains soft feather fingerprints 
sweet bruises across warm velvet skin 
imprints a new story
a kiss lingers 
there just there
you know where
secret whispers begin

Again
Again

Ripe Tiger...

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The Dilettante Diaries: “Freshwater”



This is how it begins
Opposite side of the chequered board
Black and White, a game to win
The 50 Move Rule flirts consequences
of a burning mind

Through windows 
Freshwater 
is now lapping at his shores
She calls his bluff 
Menu: Sardinian
he’s a soft Diamond in the...

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“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 3)

Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream
What stories their memories have seen
Feathers...

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“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 2)

What beats in their hearts, 
what have they seen?
Avians murmurating stories 
on...

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“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 1)

Starlings singing songs 
rolling like jet ink marbles 
they soar across the...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "All Roads Lead Home"



All Roads Lead Home
Poems
Stories
Detours
Stepping Stones

All Roads Lead Home

(Lovejoy-Burton/October 2018)



"Where we LOVE is home -     
home that our feet may leave, 
but not our hearts".













About Inner Strength
"I will love the light for it shows me the...

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“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
–“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven,” by W.B. Yeats 

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "The Bumble Bee Big Blue Sky Boston Two Step on Love Street"


She said, "Pffft Bumble Bees Rule, 
No Bees, no World
Shy Little Hearts 
Big power 
freedom wings
realised 
dreams into reality
unfurls
Who’s to write that story?
She’s just a girl
In a Boston Two Step World"

He...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "Open Door Barefoot"



Open door to closed room
Ceiling smashed
Stars in a very clear sky
Fresh air 
taken into lungs
Risen
from 
the 
Lake of None

Arrival of White Doves

Broken glass, careful where you step 
Barefoot Bleeds Love

(Lovejoy-Burton/October 2018)
for my daughter, Georgia








"THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her...

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“Freedom Fall 8 and the Removal of Ray Bans”



The Dilettante Diaries: New Chapter 

Sometimes it’s necessary 
to 
Lose 
to
Win

Freedom Fall 8 
Sans Rays

A new chapter.
Light, waves 
and
dances 
barefoot
with the 
Soft gumshoes 
Hustling to Win
with the 
Gilded Morai


(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)











1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eight-ball


Break:
One person is chosen by some predetermined...

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We went to sleep for but a little while
 I met you in my dreams. 

You delivered to me 
all your stories
all throughout the little while 
all throughout the years. 




The Dilettante Diaries: “The Dream”

You watched me as I breathed
I placed your little hand onto...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "Finding Lost Keys on the Steppes of White Ivory"
 

 
Where do you place your hands
When the sands of time 
Slip through the 4th
and like reading braille
you silently derail 
to touch burning
black keys
on white ivory
you go about 
removing cold hands 
from the...

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This is a story about a Butterfly

She escaped the Boilermaker
Through transformation. 
To transform required a period of incubation, 
a need to sleep to dream and 
the freedom of quiet self-contemplation - 
of course, such a transformation
required immense courage and determination 
to believe she could fly...

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"My heart is like a singing bird". Christina Rossetti









The Dilettante Diaries: "The True Romantics"



Once cages are open
the True Romantics
dance their dance
of Freedom


Hidden Keys


Swallows
air beneath 
their wings



(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)








"I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for...

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“Pictures could not be accessories to the story – evidence – they had to contain the story within the frame; the best picture contained a whole war within one frame”. Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters

“There is a widespread belief – one with no historical or...

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