Best Resinous Poems
She That Rivaled The Glowing Moon
Thy *hyacinth* hair upon white shoulders laid bare
thy face, mirror of love in heavenly skies.
The miracle of thy body, so sweet and fair
its soft innocence, destroyer of worldly lies.
Walking behind thee, in steps where an angel trod
among meadows, flowering in moonbeams there cast.
Must be a heaven for thou art proof of a God
that giveth to mankind a beauty that shall last.
Thy touch, ecstasies that rival paradise
ravishing smile, cool breeze blowing on a hot beach.
In all the universe only thee will suffice
to heal my aching soul and my heart, true love teach.
Thou art my *Irene*, that I drink of thy calm!
Blessed am I, to be soothed by thy kiss balm.
R.J. Lindley
June 26th, 1989
Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 122
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1. "hyacinth"- Luxuriant and curling
2. "Irene"- According the Greek myth, the goddess of peace
3. ****" balm"****
Home British & World English balm
Definition of balm in English:
balm
noun
1 A fragrant cream or liquid used to heal or soothe the skin:
‘a skin balm for use after shaving’
**** 1.1 Something that has a soothing or restorative effect:****
‘the murmur of the water can provide balm for troubled spirits’
2A tree which yields a fragrant resinous substance, especially one used in medicine.
? balm of Gilead
2.1[mass noun] The resinous substance yielded by a balm.
3[mass noun] A bushy herb of the mint family, with leaves smelling and tasting of lemon.
3.1 Used in names of other aromatic herbs of the mint family, e.g. bee balm.
Origin
Middle English (in the sense ‘preparation for embalming, fragrant resinous substance’): from Old French basme, from Latin balsamum (see balsam).
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Note- I had her but my mad wild streak( I was 18 years old) drove her away..
She saw something in me that back then (1973), that could not stay..
Only many decades later, could it reemerge to remain and slay my demons....
Wind
on a
warm summer
day. Fir limbs sway
like a flapper from
the roaring twenties. The
breeze carries a resinous
scent of pitch and earth, unleashing
a flood of memories thought lost to
time. The campfire smoke and embers still glow.
Stiff, resinous clouds
sleep upon the tempest tail
gathering strength to churn.
You grow lethargic,
time to get
the blood flowing
again.
I start a low resinous growl
near my diaphragm
letting it build
moving to my chest
where it bounces around
in the hollowness
growing,
and as it escapes,
shaking my teeth,
I materialize
before you,
your scream
makes my hair stand on end,
making my lips curl
in a vicious smile
and as I stare
into your eyes
I knot my fingers
within your hair,
snapping your head back,
and as
the tears leak from your eyes
I lean in close,
licking them
from your cheek
sooo sweet....
my eyes roll back again
and in my ecstasy
I plunge
my left claw
into your belly.
The horrific howl
you release
shatters my eardrums
causing them to bleed
Ahhh....
I twiddle
my fingers
within
your intestines
to get
as much
as I can
from the beginnings
of your death rattle,
causing you
to create
your own
beautiful
requiem.
Slowly,
so slowly,
I slide my hand out,
and as you watch
I play cats cradle
with your innards
tying them in knots,
your gasps and whimpers
are like candy
to my ears,
so sweet,
sooo nice,
eventually
you collapse
from
the delicious pain
and I'm there
within your
last heart beat,
starting to feed
before you even
hit the ground,
flinging chunks
of you
like a wood chipper.
I'll never know why,
I believed her eyes.
Simplicity drowned that night,
Resinous words
choked
out
my
bloom.
Insipid adoration soaked in divine promise.
She gave me her blood to drink,
only to have me bathe in my own.
I'll never know why,
I loved the way it burnt my throat.
I'll never know why,
she chose to let me go.
All I know is...
these stars remind me..
I've still got a long way to f
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-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved
Sun's rays glint through the glistening pines
Residual moisture imbibes the fawning heat
A cloak of needles hovers over the clandestine copse
Fertile fortress clothes the stunted flora
A whispering breeze bristles through the jaded cones
Resinous scent blankets the blanched meadow
Fondling fungus shrouds the damp floor
Glittering flora splices the distant, tawny terraces
Frothy owls hoot above the hoary mist
Foraging squirrels funnel through the fallen, nutty residue
Hollow bark clamors with the jackhammers of restive peckers
Decaying mantle rattles with the sounds of boring beetles
Cackling turkeys scour the ridges for autumn's latent seeds
Petulant peccaries prat and preen through the bleached undergrowth
Earth-toned stags nestle in the deep thickets
Rippling brook gurgles through the sunken hollow
Concrete path, Callous-Creet
Ordinary, Offensive to my feet
Nasty, Narrow Tard
Cold and hard
Resinous rebuke
Exhausting EwwwK
Tenacious Tortuous vex
Egregious Ex
Nature's anvil your hearth did score
Fodder pared from such balmy core
Residual chaff bartered to marine store
Parceled for distant, steamy shore
Billowy waves, your shallow mast is born
No banner, gilded sails your trite estate to adorn
Rudderless barge, with drifting currents your hull borne
Tossed to and fro, of steadying anchor shorn
Your rough-hewn cover slimed corroding each side
Your bark-lined deck withering, leached hide
Resinous fibers bleached by each, briny tide
Sturdy bough eroded along the jostling ride
O'er time brokered to some distant land
Beached on a coarse, lifeless strand
Each callous band scrolled with the swells you have spanned
Depleted contraband seeking a mending hand
Lazily, disdaining up above the sky to pursue
As the setting of the sun is to indolent to hold
Such a tournament is lengthened and embedded in gold
While the sun passively darkens for a night barbecue
I sit beneath a silvery moon hearing barking hounds
for some men have orgies near the Genious of the South
with blood-shot eyes and sweet sugar caned-lips and scented mouths
such surprising sounds while making folk songs like soulful sounds.
Their music vibrates above pine trees made up like guitars
Strumming, picking and singing songs of endearments in vain
many are now caroling a vesber up to the stars.
Mighty singers, I hear resinous in your throaty of songs
they are heard so sacredly like a whisper within the pines
were they given to virgin lips and cornfield concubines
To hear dreams of Christ till I meet dusty cane-lipped bongs.
I will steal a million star kisses
from the farthest point of the abysmal sky
Pluck them like the strings of my guitar
then lay them at your feet in a basket of thorny wilderness
wild and laden with blood and lavender
as an atonement of my surrender
I will melt you in scented gardens
among resinous flowers strapped in an opium cradle
woven with the golden sheaves of Elysium fields
filled with sweet honeydews
pleasured with dark perfumed cherries
tasted on the lips parted like Orchid’s bloom
I will billow around you
wrapped in the winds beneath swans wings
woven white with the purity of fine linen
to be swept in fitful breezes of your embrace
eavesdropping to the tender warbles of angelic choirs
sighing through laughing leaves quivering with tenderness
I will dust your body dripping with fruitful pollen
from golden buttered sunflowers tall and towering
painting the sky filled with choirs of yellow canaries
so I may fill your shoes with happiness
in the swarm of brim-filled honey bees feet
so you may shine in the night with the darting of fireflies
I will call upon all the silent stars to adore you
With the brilliance of irresistible light in their affection
to illuminate your smile as you wake to the moon
that lavishly glows to gather the love light
which conjures orange blossoms in your eyes
and turns to fire
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Woody corpse; denuded stand emanating a paler hue
Barren limbs no burgeoning life doth construe
Stale, musty scent from it's damp twigs doth issue
Winds whisk through sterile branches sighing a doleful mew
No sheltered perch doth it's pared canopy imbue
No decorative shroud to satiate the gawker's view
A vapid garland with no fruitful fronds to strew
Stilled life whose rings are scrolled with each succeeding, autumn's due
Yet deep within it's fibers resinous juices stew
Spurting forth sticky wads of balsamic glue
Trite lacquer it's brigand hull to seal and preening pests to rue
Hearty saps from tapped bough do still spew
Sweet, syrupy concoction; sugary fondue
Gum - A Haiku
laugh sorrowfulness
a resinous, lark gum hoots
before the happy
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Hundreds of ancient Nations,
each speaking their own language,
extinguished by fire, extinguished as fire
by the Colonists, who escaped religious persecution,
just to persecute other people,
just to take their land.
Cruel as north of Black Sea
Celts and their sickles.
Descendants of those
who extinguished your Nations
are reclining on your territories
instead of making retributions.
The longer they occupy it,
the greater is their guilt.
In the end we all will be extinguished,
but spirits are beyond ashes.
What was taken from you,
you will reclaim.
The spirit of God
is commanding stars
as resinous chips in the lanterns
of your forefathers.
All powerful and holy God
whose son was killed
when he became human
by the ancestors of Colonists.
God the Father resurrected him.
The same God will reconcile all the grievances.
All words and wonder, wobbling copper green
Foam and guano floating
In the sea cave’s lee
A flock of gannets raucous on a rocky pile
And the ever-growing echo as the men came by
Climbed from the boat
And dragged it from the water
Bare feet on painful pebbles relieved by sand
And, at the back of the cave, they dug on their knees
Scooping with their hands
A tiny purple phial was found, ancient and Phoenician
The granite stopper plucked
And, instead of a salty seaweed smell,
An oozing, resinous scent
From the darkness of consciousness
A rose and orange essence
Though not exactly a smell
Rather a panorama of far-off painted and planted secret messages
Kiss-kept by a woman
The tinkle of her bangles upon her wrists and ankles still
Echoed in the cave as if the lady was there
Her glancing eye gripped one cold
The press of her heel as she posed before dance
The burst of laughter with friends
Admiring her pencilled eyebrows and plum-blushed lips
Hips and elbows endearingly tipped
She leant forward and whispered into the traveller’s ear,
All words and wonder:
“Find me some ambergris and bring it to Arabia
Find me some ambergris to perfume my breasts
Find me some ambergris and bring it to my tent.”