Best Lattices Poems

Farther than mantles of a pewter night,
Comets reel in their own immeasurable world
Past earth's sky,  gloaming through lattices
Woven by celestial bands... a grandeur
From a multiverse illumined with other heavenly forms
Like asteroids unknown to human eyes, mirrored
Only in a roulette of  divine Infinity :...

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Everything here is true
Just as stated
because it's already happened
or - it has yet to occur - 
but it's very soon to occur
and I have such strong feeling
that the future will be as I see it
as you read this
that in the end I will be proven...

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My spent colors still speak with my environment
Gray frost seeking a golden sun however little
Dulcet sounds if any come out of this interaction
When words like birds come and take seat in joy
From the lattices of thought is born a poetic line

The lines seek dance of...

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A rainy night's walk: the street lights are gleaming
a dream's fluorescence in obsidian sky.
Halogen wishes are far away beaming

illumined teardrops that I refuse to cry.
All windows are dark, their silence is screaming.
Ebony trees are stiff guardians nearby.

The sidewalk in charcoal is colder than rock,
my constant...

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It was just an old ravish smile
that caused me alarm,
when all those years ago you first
resonated within my chronic confusion.
I thought you were my father
back from the dead,
remembering he was never slow in
creating lattices of fabrication either.
After what seems an eon it is
so strange meeting...

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Illustrated delicately across the page,
Are imprints and collage of poetic verses
Which flicker with the air-brushed strokes of life—
That from my very essence they need to fly ,
Transporting me to  mystical hemispheres
As dips of imagination bleed upon endless hours, 
Soaked in the glimmer of fireflies,...

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Hearken to my call, Sweetheart,
beneath the stellar windowpane -
the garden of the fairy child’s refrain.

A white foam sea of lattices part
the way, leading to the gloam
of sylvan green - grass blushing

against our tender toes, that roam,
with happily ever laughter, crushing

burgeoning hearts, that burn for me
or...

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Ashes of humanity
Scattered and lingered in hearts of purity
Hallowed and spirited within the psyche of infinity

Weaving with man's joy and sorrows
Entwined with lattices of honey yellows
Drifting in clouds of human form
Numeric and linguistic crypts of cuneiform
Endearing are thoughts and words, not jive
Sprinkled ashes etched on...

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Delicate Verses

Memories choke me; leaves me silent,
yet for loves sake and nothing less
than
to confess it... I open up my soul to
scribe you in metaphors that I can
taste, touch; but alas the tears fall
like bleeding rain staining these
empty pages before I can lay
down my heart. So...

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Our topic for this morning
said Professor Glory
to her sleepy class of bicameral scholars,
is "Attraction v. Addiction to Peak Experiences."

Addictions are wanting more than attraction therapeutically invites.
Addictions suboptimize the Peak outcomes they promise.
Unlike the continuous resonance of attraction,
addiction alternately satiates and subsides
as felt "need" grows increasingly...

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Prime….
How can you shape your life?
If there are no prime in nature then how can step in lawfully.
If you had no keys to door that grand then how you can come in.
Innings have ways and tricks.
Labors of loves have laugh at last.
Words are lace works...

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I suppose it isn't rather nice
to think of us this way,
but to the squirrels
and the trees,
the robins and the grasses,
human natures are Earth's great transitioning immigrants
on this block
we call a planet.

In this newest arrival sense,
I hope and fear
we are Earth's greatest immigrant yield,
pushing transitional boundaries
toward...

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On what metaphysical, natural yet spiritual, principle
might agree
an ecologist,
a Christian fundamentalist,
and an Islamic terrorist?

Earth's enculturing history has been, economically and politically speaking,
more nutritiously regenerative
than pathologically degenerative,
or we could not have become recreative regenetic bicameral identities,

Yang-Uracil-Left  EcoPolitical Landscape
(0) Tao-Sum Temporal
Yin-Squared-Fractal Prime Relational Cytosine-Right/Left Ecological 

light=health...

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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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Ah, what beauty around!
This day began deliberately.
Even the sky and river Neva have a same a blue colour.
Between them domes fly,
and a thin steeple rises
with a little gold ship at the top.
In the Smolny Cathedral,
the bells whisper.
On the Gulf, calm and silence prevails.
I see unearthly...

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