Best Spans Poems
forsythia fades
redwood stands a thousand years
Mayfly lives her day.
Analogous, how said month name
September under went
ramifications throughout millennium
steeped in blood thirsty antiquity,
awash with torment,
where most twenty
first century mortals
oblivious to such lawlessness
wretched ultra-violent revilement
existentially going about their
daily and weekly business
attuned to requisite
employment as punishment
particularly if role of stoop laborer
earnings them niggardly pay
for meager nourishment,
there would be negligible
leisure time leant
to mull, ponder or scrutinize
such esoteric rubric
as preponderance of
ancient civilizations set precedence
contributing to present
without passing judgement
if in fact possessing
aggressive curiosity hellbent
interest and/or acutely fervent
trenchant awareness linkedin
with what human engineered,
sans preceding millennial development
events came about
to bring the here
and now space/
time continuum habiliment,
where a sniveling, groveling, and
conniving foo fighting beastie boy,
would be loathe to believe,
nor not in the least
interested - gives a rats a$$
what farcical betterment prevails during
this current year
two thousand eighteen, versus where
drama evidenced by
nothing "FAKE," nor unclear
substantial archeological recorded
treasure trove evinced severe
of prior momentous human quaere
orgiastic epics Bacchanalian
(distilled from ancient Egypt,
classical Greece, enlightened Rome
peoples played primitive organs
(viz, sax and violins) out across
the then world wide web
wrought permanent pressed
customs within part
ridge didst app pear,
in a tree, reverberated
millenniums later, and also asper
among named twelve months,
particularly when Ides of March near
plus seven days of week.
Sir Philosopher, span your mind
sharing many dreams you own
Sir Dreamer, reveal your dreams
sharing much wisdom you span
Spans (Inspired by Percy Shelley's "Ozymandias")
If one pursues the desert, smooth and vast,
They will not glimpse the history buried there.
The monuments constructed did not last,
Save by poet’s pen upon paper.
A fixèd mast protruding from the spans;
The endless stream of time will wear all down,
Like flowing sand within an hourglass,
For colors mix inexorably to brown.
So irony has come with human life,
The closed events that circle round and round,
As goes delight to sadness, joy to strife
And all of history lost to passing’s glare,
Emotion, insight, love, belief, despair,
Forever locked in rock’s unyielding care.
A mute vow, ancient as time itself, that spans between us,
Is a smile knotted in a veil of unheard kisses,
A respite in the symphony of love, where we, masters of the secret notes,
Bring to life a melody written by fates, on a silent score,
A quartet interlaced with threads of soul under the dome forever named Love.
An unspoken pledge,
Woven through gestures that break the wall between worlds,
Their undulating is a sacrificial dance of encounter -
An offering where passion becomes both prey and predator,
Painting us primeval, untamed in a jungle of sensations,
But from the twilight of the unhuman, we are reborn,
Humbled and caressed by the gentle wings of humanity.
Embracing you, we become an incantation,
Altar and prayer upon which your name is uttered like a sorcerer,
And I, a priestess in our sacred temple, walking on the altar of your lips.
Thus, love transforms into a stream of air,
The essence that cannot be captive, nor confined by walls,
And words are lost in their sonorous transfiguration,
Becoming the noise of water hitting the stones of time.
Restless, our shadows seek each other through the mist of belated mornings,
You explore all the hidden corners of my being,
And I, sailing on the untrodden paths of your spirit,
From here the force of love envelops us, lifts us
Like a white cloak of flame,
Immaculate as the celebration of our endless love,
Impetuous, like the waves of passion that define us –
The power of Mystic Love.
Illuminating a radainces
An air of nobility
it's elegance amid
grace
a radiant aura of
beauty
and Grandeur
as onlookers gaze
in reverence
it creates it's own
sequence
strong and powerful
a majestic presence in it's
beauty
a dance across the sky
He spoke of the Eagle
as he wore
a dove with an Olive
branch on his
shirt.
Paraclete
an
intercessor
of truth
Where Drones View the ground
is where men see
these things
She is his Venus
while he is her Mars
Her eyes are
like the glow of the moon
and his eyes are
like the glow of the stars
She is his milky way
and he is her satellite
the chemistry they share together
are like the moon eclipsing the sun
no asteroids, no comets neither black holes
can ever separate or demolish their romance
that spans all the way across the stars