Best Emoted Poems
When we abide in restful quietude,
divine energy gridlines come alive,
held still with vibrancy and fortitude,
causing nectar to drip from soul’s bliss hive.
There is no mystery in words we speak,
being simply devout intent of heart,
wishing to be still to get a sneak peek
at sparks that cause bliss ignition to start.
Though the seeker who seeks does not exist,
heart’s desire emoted needs a response
which it receives, manifest as a mist,
throb of bliss magnetism, held in love’s sconce.
The aspect of us entwined with the whole,
is imbibed in heart as whispers of soul.
Under a grin, redirected,
A sniff of grief claws
Through, revealing
A sad blue artery,
A pain 24-7.
Underscored with carefully
Emoted verbs,
And adjectives imbedded with
Mock sincerity,
A simple sentence: a right to be honest.
Beneath the pulse in heartbeats encephalo
A few tearful regrets
Lob empty phrases into
A field with no guilt, washed and dried,
And returned unlabeled.
The Silent Garden
Blowin in the breeze
I bob and bow and flex my leaves
I am a garden-- for all to admire
the one you visit often
You see my beauty,
I never say a word.
You could have visited
and enjoyed my genus,
but you plucked out the
strongest and most beatific.
My benignity
overwhelmed wisdom
As your wisdom showed itself sallow
next to the colors that emoted
from your emotions. Red all red.
Out of control you have
selfishly removed me.
Never do I recover;
As you Placed me in a vase,
with stale water and no sunlight.
I withered under your care.
We went to the concert, my cousin and
I
While we tried to find parking, a man in a yellow beetle hit an Acura, thought that no one was
looking and quickly looked for another space. My cousin didn't notice, but I saw his
face.
Interlude 21min
Later on, when we were actually in the auditorium but before the concert, I saw the beetle
driver and his girlfriend four rows closer to the stage than my cousin and I, and dead-center
to boot.
An evil idea bit me in the tit.
I got up and signaled my cousin to follow me, and when he asked what I was up to I just
chuckled and told him to act tough and follow my lead.
We walked towards beetle-man.
When at last we reached the hit-and runner, I tapped him on the
shoulder.
He turned around, eyes shining like a doe's within the halogens.
And who could blame him?
he was looking at me and my cousin, two six-foot tall men with broad shoulders and angry
looks.
"Hey! You're that idiot who just hit my Acura in the parking lot and drove off!" I barked out
as loud as I
could.
He turned dead white, the poor guy.
I barely succeeded in not bursting into
laughter.
"Well now you've dunnit buddy-boy, you done gone too far and you're gonna die!" I emoted
in trailer-court-elizebethan as I lunged at him.
He was wiry thin though, and a fast little thing.
Before I could blink he was running up the aisle towards the doors so fast he didn't even see
that my lunge was fake.
his girlfriend trailed him only by seconds.
I sat down in my new third row, center stage seat and laughed, motioning for my cousin to
join me.
He did, but shook his head dissapprovingly at me as he did.
"What in the sam-hill was that all about, cuz? Do I have to remind you that you don't own an
Acura?" He asked heatedly.
"No. I know I don't own an Acura. But for a while at least,
A. I own these seats
B.That poor kid we scared off will never, ever hit-and-run anyone again.
And
C. I proved a very important point to you."
"What exactly is that, oh great and wise Geofferini, king of the mouth-breathers?" he
questioned sardonically.
"I proved that you're a dillhole." I socked him on the shoulder.
Hard.
"But I love you anyway, cuz."
I fell for you in the way of the ultimate universe.
I was swept away by the waves of the emerging ocean
I was immersed into the concept of uplifting and compassionate emotion
due to the presence of this mystery element that has been to my dry skin, my healing lotion.
I have worked hard to focus on self-love and self-respect,
enough to embrace the project to remove and eject
the poisonous spirits and negative energy from my days
I would rather love me than to hate another anyway.
I have emoted beautifully to others to receive no responses.
Left unloved and alone, I experience being despondent.
To hear the same words that I uttered to another
would create a euphoric sensation to this ex-lover.
I want for us to love and adore each other,
but it cannot happen if we do not come from the undercover with their true lover.
The truth is as refreshing as the overdue cup of fresh water on the rocks,
even if it's hidden in a FIJI bottle, it's not as bad as a lie confined up to docks.
The harsh realities of this dysphoric journey
helps me to realize that I'm not of this world, that this is not for me.
How can I escape the unrealistic reality and channel my inner truth?
Just one message can unlock my innermost vulnerabilities to you.
This smile that's really crying denial,
crying inside, crying, no smile
Conflicted choices of either living a safe yet self-destructive lie
or bear the slander and defamation and ignorance to be of the truth, to be set free and fly.
Sometimes, the answers to all of our questions in life could be among the most random places,
whether inside of a fortune cookie, a billboard, a song, a verse, a proverb, a message in a bottle, or in someone's eyes or face.
Do I still have questions that need answers? Only the message lost at sea can indicate what's left to discuss or fuss about.
Close your eyes, relax your mind
Just breathe, and let it go.
Experience one last catharsis . . . . . .
As if the music had wings
but the notes dripped with tears.
Speaks of everything he's loved
and everything he fears.
His fingers, they dance,
Speak of torture and romance.
With a glance
from askance
frozen in stance
I'm enraptured .
I'm held in a trance.
He woos, he flows.
He creeps
longingly
through
your clothes.
Seeps in between
the cracks
that intervene
your toes.
He glides, he slides.
Trapped inside,
a wailing
to his woes.
He hides, he strides.
He desperately cries.
Can't quite find
what touches
he spies.
Deep inside
his mind.
In his eyes.
He frantically reaches.
Scarring and breaching
he searches for hope.
He seemingly beseeches
for a place
to elope.
With the bride of his pride
caged and prisoned .
Chain and torment.
Torrid dormant
deep inside.
What could I do,
wrapped so tight?
Everything hidden
from my sight.
It was lost and I was stranded.
I was implanted.
With a plague of placation.
Through the desperation
of temptation.
What would a person do
in a situation,
As this.
What would they surrender
to dismiss.
To submit to a purpose
different.
Something more
sufficient.
More elegant,
eloquent.
Without remiss
Without a miss
On the mark
of what's important.
What meets the quotient
of a life devoted,
of a life emoted.
With never thought of anything less
than explosive.
To search for truth. To search for truth. To search for truth.
To enjoy the spoof
of the truth
of all that is removed
and to intrude
deep
inside of you.
To expose the truth.
To search for you.
To push through.
To be you.
Just only To Be.
Just To Be
you.
-Angle Fatale-
-ode to the street musician
Blowing in the breeze
I bob and bow and flex my leaves
I am a garden
For all to admire
The one you visit often
You see my beauty,
I never say a word.
You could have visited
And enjoyed my genus,
But you plucked out the
Strongest and most beatific.
My benignity
Overwhelmed wisdom
As your wisdom showed itself sallow
Next to the colors that emoted
From your emotions. Red all red.
Out of control you have
Selfishly removed me.
Never do I recover;
As you Placed me in a vase,
with stale water and no sunlight.
I withered under your care.
Buddhist Poet Tree in Motion
Paige helped herself to words written
On the canvas of life with earth
Etched on tapestry smoothening
The smothering eclipse of demise
Thermal springs fired resolve and
Restitution from smouldering ashes
Engraved meaning emoted retold
Enclaves of sanity resilient narration
In water she bathed her soul
Nascent native naïve swallowed
Mellow stream bubbles sprinkled
On aquarelle paper sun stars and
The moon in eight noble truths
Inspiring rhyme rhythm meter from
Obscure obfuscation Paige turned
Nothing to pages a tree of her change
24th January 2016
Harp and flute
Fingers bled of love by the strings of the harp,
Eyes filled with tears, mingled in the drops of blood,
As the flute elated sucked and kissed the slaughtered,
Love and hate, tears and blood, such are the broken hearts.
A song of love and sadness poignantly dejected,
The harp so majestically and queenly on it mimicked,
The flute so princely and so kingly on it emoted,
So eternally, beautifully and so perpetually, such achingly is how it hurts.
evil elise either emitted or emoted expansive everyday E’s
elroy elephant embodies extemporaneous entrails with ease
ellie eggplant embroideries endometriosis, exacting it to its knees
emma emissary’s elderly eels expect eyes to show off their ESPs.
etta elegance extravaganza excites earthworms, electrician’s tease.
edward expectations entices earaches edging out evergreen trees.
elise, edwina and eloise eagerly expect estimated exactness in sprees.
evil elise either emitted or emoted expansive everyday E’s.
A voiceless emoted summer ran amok the muse music's mandolin strummer.
Essence of antiquity wander and sulk...
Arched building's olden archetecture is many awsome massive like hulks.
Gargoyles perch at building eve's set...
Mine eyes have failed to adjust to
strange one's yet met.
Opera houses are filled up to the rafters...
Performed by artist's well talented crafters.
Rained downpours hard on French cities...
Stray alleyed dogs searching for unwary kitty's.
Food scraps are missed by many a moungrel...
Other scraps are found by rats that are half filled with fungul.
Hotels done swamped with bedbugs that bite...
Time to leave this country b'for another wasted spent night.
A nice prescription of sleep
I took when the day proved awry
And found myself when I blinked
In a dreamscape so wide.
Tho' it was hard to believe -
I saw a meadow without end;
My crying stopped to think
Of where the Tiller went.
I saw in hues I'd never seen;
The sky emoted rest.
I searched the horizon -
Sure that there were secrets.
And of time? What did it mean
To the birds above the field?
To the excitable bee
Nourished by a fallen tear?
And then - I startled -
And facing a morning sun -
Felt my heart's wound dulled -
Almost like it'd never happened.
He
left a
legacy
for us all to
see-
love's passion
emoted-
on an open
fan
Kokoschks'a fans on display Museum Fur Kunst & Gwerbe,Hamburg.Six fans survive that
evidenced this romance with Alma Mahler
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That wayward heart so far away lost in frozen time of the mind's picture...
Will my heart be able to start itself?
Will the beating heart beat another rythumic love beat for thee? ...
Or will this heart, depart this loving land, deserted by your faith in me?
How may i go on in life without the love of a dearly devoted wife? ...
Will the morning bring back to me her friendly honoured loving faith?
Will this love so strong? ...
Be yet a long lasting, righted wrong.
Her smile which could launch many a sea faring ship...
Floats to my heart her love well grand.
Be it ever well tainted...
Her smiled beauty tattoo'ed and branded deep within my heart and brain.
May this heart's emotions never be tried or strained...
Our emoted heart's love, well likened and trained.
Your morning glory smile awakens the deep beast trapped forever inside my
being...
Your elusive strength holds me tightly close to your heart.
Our days journied together, will never flee or part.
I will forever drink in to myself, this rare loving, beautied art.
rotten molars unnerved her moribund hunger for living on
she extracted the pain with blunt scalpels pliers and hammer
damaged her smile as well but with the cornerstones removed
in the aftermath of destruction nothing was left but a stammer
loops of denial and self-incrimination established more pain
she tore her heart out under the shelter of drugs and booze
abuse self-incrimination and injustice festered in her mind
emoted a cardiac bypass for feelings leaving nothing to lose
a spiritual minefield exploded and she gathered rapid speed
performed a lobotomy with a manual and surgical precision
hysterical psychedelia and amphetamines furthered the cause
reached complete numbness from the screwdriver’s incision
only after all operations uppers downers and morphine failed
she realized that life was to seize no matter how it panned out
checked into rehab and abandoned jigsaw super glue and fear
took up painting and poetry and excised her vile needless doubt
25th September 2020