Best Spheric Poems
Every now and then she glows like the sun
With a winsome sight and the spheric wish,
Like the Romeo’s wish, with her love they run,
The lovely features I have vowed to cherish.
Like beauty like sun through the pretty charm
The cologne I desire from her sunny shine;
The feelings I put to wax in my heart,
With the colour of her beauty so bright.
Spick and span the beauty like the waterfall
The skin a smooth-like edge, though far;
Even her object affront, the apple-John,
Her cherry red lips a touch for a wag.
It is thee I love not to path thy days,
Give back your love and never go away.
My little silver shooting star,
such energy you do possess:
A chilling, silky elegance,
from you, I would expect no less.
You twirl about me gracefully,
illuming, as I lay you down.
The planets play a raggish tune
while diamonds jive about your gown.
My little white marionette,
oh are you meant to play that part?
For there is not a single string
confining your resplendent heart.
You stagger-step so perfectly
into my orbital domain.
The Taurus comes to break our bond,
but quickly you restore the chain.
~That said, the Sun began to set,
awaiting mother Moon’s reply.~
My little flaming center piece,
so gentle is your citric light.
Your seared momentum shepherds me
to compass you throughout the night.
You never falter, though the dance
has rhythms far from uniform.
You brave the floor so passionately
with feet as skilled as you are warm.
My little spheric candlelight,
how is it that you grant me peace?
Perhaps it is your steady hand:
O may this feeling never cease!
You bend your knees as I bend mine;
such mimicry deserves great praise.
You are my other shining half
who lifts me up on golden rays.
~Together now, the two hold hands,
enveloped by each others glow.~
Our little black tranquility,
an endless plane for countless steps:
it’s here our joy first learned to dance,
a feeling we have always kept.
We set the shadow-sky ablaze
with symphonies of lows and highs.
Into the night, we scatter dust,
the twinkling-tango fireflies.
Our little distant chandelier,
a stellar lantern burning bright,
compelling and immensely grand,
we sway beneath its blessed light.
For us, there is no solo act:
our sep’rate ways we’ve never gone.
How could we ever not perform
the pas de deux of dusk and dawn?
~Eternally, the pair will last,
for night and day must always be.~
A little cosmic serenade,
the melody of time well spent.
Celestial bodies resonate
to compositions heaven-sent.
Every now and then she glows like the sun
With a winsome sight and the spheric wish,
Like the Romeo’s wish, with her love they run,
The lovely features I have vowed to cherish.
Like beauty like sun through the pretty charm
The cologne I desire from her sunny shine;
The feelings I put to wax in my heart,
With the colour of her beauty so bright.
Spick and span the beauty like the waterfall
The skin a smooth-like edge, though far;
Even her object affront, the apple-John,
Her cherry red lips a touch for a wag.
It is thee I love not to path thy days,
Give back your love and never go away.
Revolving Earth knows
from ancient sense-sexual
life experience
That we,
as global EarthTribe regenerators,
do simultaneously experience
seasons of summer north
and winter south,
That we do
already know
and financially appreciate
dualistic capitalism West
and nondualistic Both/And communion
ancient indigenous East multiculturalism,
That we are
already bicameral
Either/Or deductive Left bipolar hemispheric
and Both/And inductive Right dipolar spheric,
That triangulation
of health care choices,
win/win
win/lose
lose/lose
has many warm and healthy,
safe and wealthy,
therapeutic empowering
enlightening systemic voices.
I can feel that distant bond with spheric energy
that determines
my life proceed
that I follow
the currents
that stimulate significance
within my insignificant fragment
of the larger.
My senses
plugged into an endlessly pregnant womb
constantly conceiving new parallels
between dreams and realities
I grow with the pulse of purpose
That tutors my hungry soul.
A bottomless vessel of nerves
absorbing the globe
lapping the cream of sentience
and sipping static,
to slake the sixth
saturating it
with lessons learned.
I absorb the sacred substance
of limited time
A chance
to experience an eternity of emotion
and all the degrees between
the rapture at the highest peak of jubilation
and the rapture at the lowest
hollow of lament
because
to be human is to be spiritual.
Image glass of the lake
sudden giant orbed
spheric full moon
In the woomph of the wind
I spin a spheric tear
as i dro
pped myself
Wards one and two
Splattered end
oh to return to
those storm arms
that whispered
i will slow the tease