Best Quintessence Poems

I start my afternoon hike up a mountain trail.
October’s sunlight, the vestige of Indian Summer,
dapples my exposed skin with welcomed warmth.
Sun’s rays are gilded tendrils cutting through pines
whose needles’ sweet scent
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[With a nod to the Bard]


We are the moving dust,
we are the breathing dust,
we are the seeing dust,
we are the living dust.

But how, you ask, and rightly 
so, can dust fall asleep,
dreaming of places unknown,
and lovers unmet-- how can
dust imagine whole worlds 
and love with...

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Don’t say it, please.
I’m not asking for compliments.
I am not a poet.
I prefer free verse.
No rhyme.
No iambic pentameter.
No metaphors. 
Just plain words
For I am a wordsmith.
Best I stop writing
For I am
The quintessence of nothing.


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It is truly yours
Belonging to both
This single point
Examine and ponder it

Established once
Polished complete
By agony pleasured
Ruminate and reflect

Cite and believe it
In it’s finality
Of defined setting
Intimate and echo it

Holding on
Here at the end of all
What was there to think about?...

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My tenant body constitutes a lease,
A rented fabric owed to landlord Time, 
From smoothened silk to wrinkled leather’s crease,
This shuttled thread is bound in deed to grime.
My mind he stakes a vested interest in,
Its vibrancy is forced perforce to fade,
The stain of Lethe’s dull oblivion
Shall...

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rose’s the quintessence 
	                        well-wrought love's music hides in  
	           ...

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Illumination
Breaking through nature’s rubble
Revealing essence...

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“ LIFE WITH IT’S QUINTESSENCE & PURGATION LIFE “
       
                       Life is Quintessencent
    ...

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QUINTESSENCE


an absence
of
fervent
  intensity

in  miniature
with
infinite
  equivocation
 an ambiance
of impressioned
sensations

a resurgence
  of an elide
intermix
apparently
  remote
from
abiding concern
 obliquely
descended into
 a preoccupation
  with the sensual
such
eloquent
 perfection to
enlighten
the fusion
  of continuity
with cohesion

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma...

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Continuous, that vibrant stream of consciousness
above our heads, insouciant,
though lacking alpha and omega,
unassailable until
am uninvited. gracious guest.
a dazzling flash of spirit life
uproarious, descends.
For all we know, a glitch in time,
(a mere intensity of purpose undefined)
yet unignored, and seized!

The moment's energy embraced
and all is changed, for...

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Up the polished ceiling above my bed
In my bedroom resting for a while,
A camouflaged lizard crawls his webbed feet
With dead silence in his spider tongue
Hunting a fly nearby in languorous mood
So unconscious of to-be catastrophe
Bony spine of mine chills enough
To freeze my whole body like...

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CHERUBIC QUINTESSENCE 

bucolic beauty
of branches with ruddy leaves ~
Autumn’s chubby cheeks

9/24/2017...

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THE QUINTESSENCE OF BITTERSWEET


Oh the quintessence of bittersweet,
a passionate love mixed with pain,
immolation that burns higher and higher,
to a tactile reddening, of face to feet.


Oh the ambivalent joy of holding hands
and slapping cheeks - our arcane moments.
You shudder with flamboyant majesty -
only your quiescent soulmate...

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Dormant,
   I wake by the stream.
Past is the future of dreams.
I have been here before
Within this arctic wilderness, my core,
Silent as stone,
Lost and alone,
By myself
Once again.

Here now
   Before me, these tears
I had shed upon last lying here
Let crystals describe
Who I was...

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Up the polished ceiling above my bed
In my bedroom resting for a while,
A camouflaged lizard crawls his webbed feet
With dead silence in his spider tongue
Hunting a fly nearby in languorous mood
So unconscious of to-be catastrophe
Bony spine of mine chills enough
To freeze my whole body like...

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