Best Filigrees Poems

Do not stay too long in the mirror
I will descend in your memory
Do not stay too long under shower
In tactile filigrees you’Il remember me
Do not stay too long in the mirror

To stop the raindrops is very hard 
To stop the plip plop is very hard
I...

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Dainty lacy fingers of ice like crocheted filigrees
Are creeping across the cold, blue windowpane,
Like tri-mast ocean schooners on stormy seas
Dainty lacy fingers of ice like crocheted filigrees
A tiny spider is brought to its tiny fragile knees
Trying to find a bit of warmth, I’m afraid, in...

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...for Hart Crane - In Memoriam - (1899-1932) 


Words of purpose, carved and struck, 
as chipped from granite's cold confines, 
fashioned into filigrees 
that shocked and startled feebler minds. 

The Bridge, that span of subtle magic, 
metaphor of time and space, 
stretching skyward, swooping low,...

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THE      AIR-OCEAN’S     PLANKTON


Snow falls  like  icy ocean-plankton.  The air swarms  
With  their  immense unsullied nebulae  swirling  in waves,
Tiny immaculate individuals in an innumerable host,
A  silver-ivory  myriad...

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Time Like Crashing Waves 

Time, like waves crashing on a smooth-faced sand,
Leaves imbedded ripples on shores of memory
And drop-offs marked with steep undertow warnings
In foamy filigrees etched on recollection
Of abandoned shells searching for lost pearls
Rogue of ever rolling thunder reveals 
A pulsing tide of perpetual...

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                                   In my heart, what I thought to be love 
...

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...for Hart Crane - In Memoriam - (1899-1932) 


Words of purpose, carved and struck, 
as chipped from granite's cold confines, 
fashioned into filigrees 
that shocked and startled feebler minds. 

The Bridge, that span of subtle magic, 
metaphor of time and space, 
stretching skyward, swooping low,...

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Through hazy mirrors
A doxy appears to be doused
Within suicide languages
Hips bemoaning white filigrees
Caressed by a famine of beatitude
designed to elicit tragedy...

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Cast the bridges that ply the bright seas
Sweeping proud ashes beneath its streams
They go past unnoticed with hazy bent wings
And cease not to lose their footing for the light they bring

Scalloped the fringes of silvered seas
Surging lace filigrees that unloose tight seams
Passing the marbled halls...

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...for Hart Crane - In Memoriam - (1899-1932)
 

Words of purpose, carved and beaten,
chipped from granite's cold confines,
fashioned into filigrees
that shocked and startled feeble minds.

The Bridge, that span of subtle magic,
metaphor of time and space,
stretching skyward, swooping low,
connecting man to style and grace.

Letters of sophistication
sent...

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In the corner there...
Under the defused lights,
With spectral highlight’s here, 
There, they float near and afar.
An apple sits in its technicolor glory, 
It's not fully red or crimson or scarlet 
Greens of sage and emerald 
Dances in its hues, 
Corruption is setting in as time...

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...for Hart Crane - In Memoriam - (1899-1932) 


Words of purpose, carved and struck, 
as chipped from granite's cold confines, 
fashioned into filigrees 
that shocked and startled feebler minds. 

The Bridge, that span of subtle magic, 
metaphor of time and space, 
stretching skyward, swooping low,...

Continue reading...

...for Hart Crane - In Memoriam - (1899-1932) 


Words of purpose, carved and struck, 
as chipped from granite's cold confines, 
fashioned into filigrees 
that shocked and startled feebler minds. 

The Bridge, that span of subtle magic, 
metaphor of time and space, 
stretching skyward, swooping low,...

Continue reading...

...for Hart Crane - In Memoriam - (1899-1932) 


Words of purpose, carved and struck, 
as chipped from granite's cold confines, 
fashioned into filigrees 
that shocked and startled feebler minds. 

The Bridge, that span of subtle magic, 
metaphor of time and space, 
stretching skyward, swooping low,...

Continue reading...

Belinda is so happy she has found her wings
Now she can flitter and flutter and do other things
That young, pretty fairy nymphs are prone to do,
She can cover and hover over sweet flower cups
Like lilies of the valley and lonely johnny-jump-ups.
She can dive and drift...

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