Best Lifered Poems
Press and dry; stamped aneath a logo of their own design....
This colourful pigment melting upon red velvet seals
Via the telegraph wires amid these morse code keys
Songbirds, singing their midnight songs unto me!?
Compositions notes to be transcribed from symbol sheets
Covering myself with these their, queen size needs....
Fine silks formed about the countless threads
Words spoken atop their crowned in turquoise, sweet asylums
Letter heads; bejeweled tokens to wear as shining bracelets true
Postmortum promises and then yes, we're wed too....
Pressed and dried; stamped with a logo of their own design
Two steps ahead and side to side, within this, a poetess rhyme?!
Buried between the tilling soils of her rose laden bush
Planted in a portrait that she painted afore the crimson earth
Picturesque, tangled amid her own twist and curls....
Spinning spools which she spun in gardens you see
As she cast her fragrant bouquet webs for all to be
Breathe; delusions digested through her smoke and screen!?
Coloured pigments melted upon stardust dreams; red velvet
Via telegraph wires of higher and highers, morse code me's....
Sealed into their blue realm desires marked in these; infatuations
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“Black Balloons Floating By” ~
On top of the pile___shoes upon shoes
One lone wedged-heel red shoe that gives clue
That she knew what her fate would be soon
Aware her soul__spirit would take flight
One lone wedged-heel red shoe that gives clue
The owner was last one to die the death
Aware her soul__spirit would take flight
Memories filled her every thought
The owner was last one to die the death
Terror, horror with every breath
Memories filled her every thought
Of family, friends, life, love__children
Terror, horror, with every breath
Because she knew what fate would be soon
Same as family, friends, love__children
On top of the pile__shoes upon shoes
Its laughing out loud in a silent room
when everyone turns to look at you...
Its hearing your favorite song for the tenth time,
pretending to be Shakira, at the red light.
Watching a father with his children
throwing them in the air then catching them.
When the only fear you knew
was how high he'd throw you before he caught you.
Intoxicating little wonderfuls.
Kittens catching fireflies.
Runaway balloons flying high.
Tipping of your canoe.
Is tipping cows something people really do?
When the storm blew the electric
and Mom said isn't this the lovliest?
Hearing your brother
tell your mother
she'd done alright.
Mom you did good.
Mom you did so good
and we all cried.
These are
these are...
life is so hard
but these are
intoxicating little wonderfuls.
Laughing out loud in a silent room
watching a red runaway balloon...
I look up on a crisp clear morning
And I sight the heavens,
I envision the gods of ancient Rome
And I see
I see the limitless world
Ripe for my winged conquest -
- But now it is dusk
And I look up again, at a dark dreary dusk
A blanket of rippled grey clouds cages my vision
And as the flaming red giant settles for the night
It casts a red deep hue across the bloated belly of the clouds
And I feel drowned
A fish with no gills gazing at the surface of its cage
Red ripples of cloud rolling over, an enshrouding blanket,
And as my wings of naivety wither
And I drown
I cannot but think how beautiful a sight my cage truly makes as I gaze up at it wistfully
© Samir Georges
2010
There are two red roses drawing on the cup of coffee.
Two destinies carved in time without knowledge in mind,
But eyes can deny inside the black devil pupils.
Mysteries rose at the sound of the cathedral bells.
Violins, clarion and feeling played the life illusion.
Mystic view engraved inside the cave of the heart.
There are two red roses in a vase in the room.
Leaves will fall on the table as golden season.
Temple of the wishes raised in garden roses.
Worlds carry by invisible hands uncountable stories.
Pictures framed in a cage keep the key of the soul.
Where to the roses will rest at the end of time?
Leaves of the roses and words were closed by the book,
And a red colors not exist in a darkened page turned off.
Perfume goes away by the wind crossing rivers and castles.
Stories never told before, arise now by unforgettable knight.
Swords in blood, and roses in red, are made from passions.
Lollipops sweet and tasty in dream shape pick,
Glassy red crystalline curve to do the trick,
Pick one in white stick or choose the blonde with wig.
Hard and quick juicy punch drives the land gig.
Wild card targets ticking time bomb on the green,
Joker plays Dumb-Shiraz against the wind screen,
Hats off to the man who clicked in to reveal;
Tarot readers claim they knew of this ordeal.
Praise fortune tellers for they hide their true scars;
Goggle's in red hot hits, battles with faultless cars.