Best Gestates Poems

Introspection 

suspends in dark blue amnion
as rainwater blooms a reflection pool
an oasis of energy for contemplative embryo;
in stillness I grow.. my pulse a flowing stream...

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She is the liquid night
The fluid obsidian chalice
She engulfs me

Her breath is frangipani
It is the air I breathe
She permeates me 

In her starlit vision
In her...

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Before there was a world or a word 
there was unfathomable loneliness
in the gaseous expanse of pin pricked night
an infinite course of vibrations, sound
nascent, coalescing,...

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The still horizon,
Gestates over the calm night;
Birthing morning sun....

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it is 
    what it is
without narrative
isolated
    moments
       of figuration
sunlight 
  ...

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Love can be a kindling or cool water for war,
it can douse a tinder, or fuel an uproar;
freedom to express is such that one’s voice
ennobles...

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After: Harlequin’s Carnival by Joan Miro, 1925.PD 
After: Bing Crosby - Swinging On A Star (1944)

I try to apply colors like words that shape poems,...

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The Showing—2015 
(Apropos an Exhibition of the Times)

The hand of time paints
Upon the canvas of fleeing life;
Each stroke, a unique highway traveled.
Choices of both happiness...

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Day now past, duties done as best I may,
the rest to be left for another day.
With TV off all is quiet. No one rings.
So with...

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IT IS WHAT IT IS an Ekphrasis
Without narrative, isolated as is
moments of figuration..
sunlight on the side of a wall..
frozen in time..conversations of
unheard voices.
Within, stillness and...

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it is 
    what it is
without narrative
isolated
    moments
       of figuration
sunlight 
  ...

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All consuming
a frame of mind
a place of peace:
simple love
assured
tender
guileless
welcomed with open 
arms;
gestates,then
stimulates
love's holy grail...
...faithfulness...

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Who defends us, hollow husks?
Whose body shields our start?
Whose open womb gestates heart?
Are Mother’s, Natures tarts?

What mortal faith denies our grace,
Our tenacity, our verve?
What mortal...

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I think on Sunday when it rains 
And the print stains on my fingers, 
Profiled whorls of black and pink 
Whilst the dishes fill the...

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Imagine walking cross a sunset,
with the wind beneath your feet
In see thru satin laced in corsets
as I kiss and lick your sweets
Like water gently I...

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