Best Silverish Poems
As early dawns sunlight, of golden glass....
Now drips from the ambient forest of green
Showers of light reflected, from across the pond
Gazing amid the cabins threshold; these love laced thoughts
A nightingale lingering; singing atop the windows ledge
Faraway whispers, from the preludings winds of time....
Ushering these images, beyond the corridores of ones soul
Still waters resurgent; resplendent, upon the silverish blue
Alluvions resillence, painted in criterion before my eyes
Lavishly renewed colours, brushed gently this heart of mine....
Fireflies and butterflies, floating through the turquoise sky
Melodies atop this brilliant canvas', carousels of life ~
But, as the pendulums gravities of truth sway inside my mind
I find myself within a fortitude of ponder; fortified
By the realization that not all is fairytales and or, ice cream rides....
Pestilence of plights befalling millions and who's wrong or right?
Thus in the referendum of self, one must choose and decide
The ways of justice, balanced upon the scales of conscious
Betwixt the pabulums dividing lines of love and hate?
And a poet writes....
Peering across the pond unto the other side
Beautiful faces beautiful eyes, beautiful hearts and beautiful lives
Red Robins sing and White Swans they fly ~
Embracing them all; this knowing; these treasures inside!?
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The forest green....
The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted
Afore the overtures tubular bells; now sounding
Strewn, beneath the curatives silverish moon
Sirventes tunes, born, within fascinations bloom
These meant to be rhymes, amid Dorothy Gales times
Over somewheres prized amphoric rainbow
Arched imaginations, of fantasias floriferous creations
Breathing their pollinating light, within every breath that they breathe
Escaping the carcinogen caverns through torchbeared passages
Beyond the flesh rent falls and encumbering shawls
Carved crude, these animus meshed jackets
Encased within the chamber once laced
Unto broken bricks of concretes chained
Like Percivals plight....
Unmentioned between the lores, this wondering upon metaphoric shores
While barricaded by the calibrated stone engraved
Until antinomy could devise no more; yet
"If all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream?"
Scream, and shatter these williwaws window panes
Awakening, beyond their oblique orbs of obscurities, void
To find 'The Holy Grail,' amid incarnadines blinding night
This veil removed, as clarity becomes now focused
Stepping from the shadows of the corners once webbed
Crossing, these sunsoaked sands of sunrises preached
With reaching hands, to touch the braille upon windings trails
Which only led back to the same gruesome pangs
Of a souls once upon a times, bound in maimed
Reading the writings on the wall, as cascading waters broke
The pinnacle of lost, tumbling and crashing to the reef
Belief, of a life breaking free from the dampened day
When faith became submerged beneath the assailant currents of
Hopes castaway possibilities....
Branded into their eyes, by the father of disguise
But no more as the clock struck three, and inversion, began to flee
Awakening from a dream, where nothing, was what it seemed
Dorothy Gales amphoric rainbow, draped upon a cross ~
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Percivals Promise!?
Washing over me; her warm breast, weighing joyfully amid such soft palms
Arms about dawns waist; dreams, smiling as gazing into her eyes to find....
Beauty that we share; butterflies, dancing within our hearts while chasing
But a breath; nothing has changed yet all is the same and everyday, is new
Time stills its frames; hands untying her negligee; lovely, her mirrors image
Twined in this love as satin falls unto the floor; about these fragrant kisses
Capturing hearts aneath reflections cast betwixt, chains of silverish hues....
Rose petals strewn atop the scented pillows; insatiable hungers to quench
This candlelights thirst; a poetics witness unto desirables rivers of pleasure
Murmuring gently loves silkened voice into the wanting sea; sands and surf
Velvet, weighing joyfully amid my palms; her breast, thus now glistening....
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...."Her Beauty, In My Dreams" ~
As I walked into the room
which is filled with many people
women dressed up in their evening gowns
and men with their tuxedos
Romantic as can be
soft candles lit on tables...
colorful lights- dancing around
across the way... on the floor
there is many couples dancing
swaying to and fro...
Beautiful.. sweetness of Love
Fills the air...
As a man approaches me
and gentle takes hold of my arm
His sweetness.. full of charm
he smiled.. said Please Miss.. come this way
He led me to a opened table
in front of many tables
and with many seats about
he pulled the chair out for me
than suggested for me to sit there
and as I did.. tis I seen..
there laid a Red Rose
before me...
I thought.. hmm..
I would've preferred
more towards the back
hidden away... from everyone
Music playing very soft melodies
as I sat in my evening gown
tis kinda Silverish with sparkling beads
with back out.. my hair half-up and half-down
suddenly.. the music stopped
everything was quite..
and than slowly restarted again..
as the Beautiful music played
Tis I see is a man
whom seems to be coming close to my table
as he reaches my table.. he than bows..
as he is gazing at me... he smiles..
than in a whisper.. he said
I see you received my Red rose
than he reached his hand out
and said.. would you wish to dance?
I than.. said yes..
he than took my hand..
helped me to stand...
he put my arm through his
Than guided me to center of the floor
where than he brought me close
unto him.. embracing me...
as swaying unto the soft melodies...
I felt his warm breath
near my neck.. as his cheek met mine
than as he began to whisper..
he said... ... with great passion
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Suspending ornaments within an abstracts reasonings....
Paramountic marvels of a phenomenas majestical wonders; these
Perceptions perceived along the paragons trails towards, the swallowing castles
Reflections amid the paradoxes silverish views; hues, of an artificial flavourings
Beliefs upon the impratical balconies foresight of, utopians dreams....
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....A Frankensteins theory?!
Note: Smile ~ Was considering the irony of certain things and, the love and light of
All things so, decided to drop a humble crumb into the basket ~ "'Love,' Always," John!:) ~
Inner self renowned free; owned only by me in the thicket of the woods which is ticket to the
goods. Lovely dew drop, tear drop worries obliterated by the sun. Rings true that I don't
know what I've won but myself-- tiny, big, larger than life- Not! Famous to none; infamous to
one-- maybe! That old tree that never moves but to stalemate then check. Mark it off-- I'm
done! Approval, Approval, Approval! Stamp me authentically me. Nature calls no one as we
call it often. Rings true, I believe. Natural self looks like Apollo and Daphne in the minds eye
of keen perception. Distorted fragments of soapstone in my artist's mind recalls and carves
and older self. Rewind now, back to babyhood; not yet out of the woods of my sheltered life.
Sheltered life, comfortable; Sheltered strife, uncomfortable; Shelters galore, displaced
woman. Never to become morbidly serious about reality-- I'm an Aspen now in a darkened
mood detached adhered to my silverish, thirtyish leaves, leaving one silver-gray split hair on
the memory of the past which is still not true to self-- now in present life is hopeful and not
reproachful!
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The warmth of her breast weighing joyfully amid my palms...
Arms about my waist; smiling as gazing into her eyes to find this
Beauty that we share; butterflies dancing in my heart while chasing
A breath; nothing has changed yet all is the same and everyday, is new ~
Time stills its frame while untying her negligee; a mirrors image
Twined in this love as satin falls unto the floor; about these fragrant kisses
Capturing hearts aneath reflections cast betwixt, chains of silverish hues...
Rose petals strewn atop the scented pillows; insatiable to quench
This candlelights thirst; a poetics witness unto, desirables rivers of pleasure ~
Murmuring lightly loves silkened voice into the wanting sea; her warmth
Weighing joyfully amid my palms; and her breast, thus now glistening...
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...“Her Beauty, In My Dreams” *
Kissing her gently a dayspring, Daphne, in streams of light....
Chromatic chiffon curtains; their greating be this dawn ? Ornamental
Stitchery time's storybook soft, lashes fluttering while she dreams so, lovely
Tranquillity greeting his dawn silk cocoons; baroque, love's palette panacea's brush
A picture's window framing these strokes oscilloscope, paschal tides ? Scholastic waves
Embracing her shores palatial's mistress; free verse chrysanthemums, with gossamer wings
Belles-lettres, this beautiful damsel ? Novem she sleeps cascading locks a prophetess; silverish hues.
The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted
Afore the overtures tubular bells; now sounding
Strewn, beneath the curatives silverish moon
Sirventes tunes, born, within fascinations bloom
These meant to be rhymes, amid Dorothy Gales times
Over somewheres prized amphoric rainbow
Arched imaginations, of fantasias floriferous creations
Breathing their pollinating light, within every breath that they breathe
Escaping the carcinogen caverns through torchbeared passages
Beyond the flesh rent falls and encumbering shawls
Carved crude, these animus meshed jackets
Encased within the chamber once laced
Unto broken bricks of concretes chained
Like Percivals plight....
Unmentioned between the lores, this wondering upon metaphoric shores
While barricaded by the calibrated stone engraved
Until antinomy could devise no more; yet
"If all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream?"
Scream, and shatter these williwaws window panes
Awakening, beyond their oblique orbs of obscurities, void
To find 'The Holy Grail,' amid incarnadines blinding night
This veil removed, as clarity becomes now focused
Stepping from the shadows of the corners once webbed
Crossing, these sunsoaked sands of sunrises preached
With reaching hands, to touch the braille upon windings trails
Which only led back to the same gruesome pangs
Of a souls once upon a times, bound in maimed
Reading the writings on the wall, as cascading waters broke
The pinnacle of lost, tumbling and crashing to the reef
Belief, of a life breaking free from the dampened day
When faith became submerged beneath the assailant currents of
Hopes castaway possibilities....
Branded into their eyes, by the father of disguise
But no more as the clock struck three, and inversion, began to flee
Awakening from a dream, where nothing, was what it seemed
Dorothy Gales amphoric rainbow, draped upon a cross ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Percival's Promise!?
Kissing her gently a dayspring, Daphne, in streams of light....
Chromatic chiffon curtains; their greating be this dawn ? Ornamental
Stitchery time's storybook soft, lashes fluttering while she dreams so, lovely
Tranquillity greeting his dawn silk cocoons; baroque, love's palette panacea's brush
A picture's window framing these strokes oscilloscope, paschal tides ? Scholastic waves
Embracing her shores palatial's mistress; free verse chrysanthemums, with gossamer wings
Belles-lettres, this beautiful damsel ? Novem she sleeps cascading locks a prophetess; silverish hues.
The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted
Afore the overtures tubular bells; now sounding
Strewn, beneath the curatives silverish moon
Sirventes tunes, born, within fascinations bloom
These meant to be rhymes, amid Dorothy Gales times
Over somewheres prized amphoric rainbow
Arched imaginations, of fantasias floriferous creations
Breathing their pollinating light, within every breath that they breathe
Escaping the carcinogen caverns through torchbeared passages
Beyond the flesh rent falls and encumbering shawls
Carved crude, these animus meshed jackets
Encased within the chamber once laced
Unto broken bricks of concretes chained
Like Percivals plight....
Unmentioned between the lores, this wondering upon metaphoric shores
While barricaded by the calibrated stone engraved
Until antinomy could devise no more; yet
"If all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream?"
Scream, and shatter these williwaws window panes
Awakening, beyond their oblique orbs of obscurities, void
To find 'The Holy Grail,' amid incarnadines blinding night
This veil removed, as clarity becomes now focused
Stepping from the shadows of the corners once webbed
Crossing, these sunsoaked sands of sunrises preached
With reaching hands, to touch the braille upon windings trails
Which only led back to the same gruesome pangs
Of a souls once upon a times, bound in maimed
Reading the writings on the wall, as cascading waters broke
The pinnacle of lost, tumbling and crashing to the reef
Belief, of a life breaking free from the dampened day
When faith became submerged beneath the assailant currents of
Hopes castaway possibilities....
Branded into their eyes, by the father of disguise
But no more as the clock struck three, and inversion, began to flee
Awakening from a dream, where nothing, was what it seemed
Dorothy Gales amphoric rainbow, draped upon a cross ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Percival's Promise!?
eye contact across a crowded room
she smiles knowingly, enjoying my attention
I step unto the terrace illuminated by the moon
silverish glow and velvet pitch in contention
the garden below; perfect seclusion
a winding path leading into infinite sable
her scent engulfs me, a prelude to her anticipated intrusion
raven tresses adorn the princess of my fable
skin... the softest mahogany, lips of peach
her eyes... windows to heavens gate
heights I've yearned to attain are now within reach
her hand touches mine, our lips brush as if it's fate
higher than the constellation of Orion
Gemini lovers dance across the sky
"I've waited my whole life for this, Brian"
she whispers has the stars twinkle by
But a brush and a touch, one parting more.
Delilah, Moon-girl, you stole my strong light.
I, your Sun-boy, am shorn having blackout,
but remember my close shaves, the honey
and dead days, my foes jaw-struck,
as the long-winded she-ass brays in my ear.
With influence silverish, drowning golden locks,
the egg-eating fish-god wins for a period
till dawn's yellow meets me at the next round.
I shake gold pillars in Dagon's stone temple
where uncut spectators are dying to taunt me
but what do I care for I know you await me,
At noon I burn for you,
at nightfall I sigh for you, O Delilah.
Washing over me; her warm breast, weighing joyfully amid such soft palms
Arms about dawns waist; dreams, smiling as gazing into her eyes to find..
Beauty that we share; butterflies, dancing within our hearts while chasing
But a breath; nothing has changed yet all is the same and everyday, is new
Time stills its frames; hands untying her negligee; lovely, her mirrors image
Twined in this love as satin falls unto the floor; about these fragrant kisses
Capturing hearts aneath reflections cast betwixt, chains of silverish hues...
Rose petals strewn atop the scented pillows; insatiable hungers to quench
This candlelights thirst; a poetics witness unto desirables rivers of pleasure
Murmuring gently loves silkened voice into the wanting sea; sands and surf
Soft velvet, weighing joyfully amid my palms; her breast, thus now glistening.
Washing over myself her warm breast; weighing joyfully amid such soft
Palms arms about dawn's waist ? Dreams, smiling as gazing into her eyes
Finding beauty that we share; butterflies dancing within our hearts while chasing
Another breath and nothing has changed yet all is the same everyday, ours anew ?
Time stills it's frames with hands, untying her negligee; lovely, this mirror's image
Twined a love as satin falls unto the floor about, these fragrant kisses; capturing hearts
Aneath reflections cast betwixt chains of silverish hues ? Rose petals strewn atop scented
Pillows insatiable hungers to quench their candle light's thirst; his poetic's witness about
Desirable's rivers pleasures murmuring gently love's silkened voice ? Into, the wanting sea....
Velvet sands and perfumed surf; time, weighing joyfully amid my palms her breast, thus now glistening.