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 of raindrops 
my body  the rhythm maker   
my mind  the artiste
in a cocoon  a rhythmic...

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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 saltiness
She inspires me

She is in lahara
The gifts she bares
She subdues me

Her laughter is gold
It is the sunlit day
She uncovers me

In...

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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,  gestating,
until planets ripening birthed with souls.

There was only the orb, the throbbing soul
and an unknown longing for word,
conduits formed...

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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 
        on a wall
frozen 
        in time

conversations
  ...

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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 or offends, there’s always a choice.

War gestates in a greedy bosom’s core, 
nourished till obese, always wanting more,
tumor of hate,...

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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, 
like notes that shape music.  - Joan Miro

Listen to the mockingbird rings from ear to ear driven in a
frenzy...

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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 and strife,
Chasing unanswered complaints:
Leaving weary twisted minds raveled. 
Faith hangs audaciously on the walls of hope;
The easel of truth wobbles...

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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 all closed down this precious time brings
thoughts and ideas emerging from the dark
corners of my mind. It is time to...

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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 a paradox..
a welcome to the world to come 
inside.. to reside.. commune.
This interplay of imagination..
soundless tunes..emblematic
silences..symbolism saturated with
suggestion.
Soft realism where...

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it is 
    what it is
without narrative
isolated
    moments
       of figuration
sunlight 
        on a wall
frozen 
        in time

conversations
  ...

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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 or immortal Man? defines us?
What progeny has SUCH nerve?

When did Mankind , not Ma kind begin?
When were these false thoughts...

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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 kitchen sink 
And the scent of burning lingers. 

An avalanche of loss and gains, 
The clock reverses with a slowing,...

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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 a paradox..a welcome to the world to come  inside.. to reside.. commune.
This interplay of imagination..soundless tunes..emblematic silences..symbolism saturated with suggestion.Soft realism where an...

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