Best Suspensions Poems
Wingful Whispers of Wisdom
Wingful whispers thru portals spread,
as wisdom softly speaks above our head
Limitless bursts of Love thru needles thread,
Angelic ambiance lies straight ahead
Scurrying starlit sparkles full of grace,
when their work is done they will efface
Illuminations of both time and space,
laboring luminaries of eternal embrace.
Upon their Divine dimensions,
they manifest on earth with ambient attentions
Orbiting with gravitational suspensions,
winged warriors of ethereal extensions
Halos of healing bringers of light,
messengers of love through the mystic night
Harbingers of Heaven with infinite sight,
benevolent in beauty admits their flight.
Winds that carry a breath of bliss,
storms of joy as they witness a soul kiss
The warmth of white light we shall miss,
once they return to their Angelic abyss
Have you seen one so did I,
they appear on the peripheral of an eye
Sometimes blue or white falling from the sky,
one stands behind me now as I shed a tear and, cry.
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Bricks and mortar vs. feelings, and emotion,
Binding ties, suspensions cabling, connecting
Generational divides, blood stones legacy, uniting
Distant shores these are the bridges of emotional
Tides, a streams current flowing beneath our kindred
Souls.
Red cobble stone streets running downwards,
To a fine points country road, from the cradle,
Unto the grave marker, these venues of relevancy,
Merge the binding chains of reinforcement’s foundation.
Cohesion melting bolts secure, the rough edges of
Traditions uniqueness of variations design, is a shifting
Earthquake zone, yet in beauty the grand
Vision holds fast together with loves divine, and
Tender care.
Hands extended across the ages linking us,
Photo albums pictures of black and white faces,
Smiling, memories legends passed from the spoken
Words remembrances, we are the total sum
Of all these special linkages.
Inheritances stepping stones of brilliance shimmering
Beneath the light of the eternal sun, elemental children
Of oxygen, inhaling, exhaling the vaporous air of generations
Long scene past.
Bricks and mortar vs. feelings, and emotion,
Binding ties, suspensions cabling, connecting
Generational divides, blood stones legacy, uniting
Distant shores these are the bridges of emotional
Tides, a streams current flowing beneath our kindred
Souls.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
a triple pariku
the two part nature of light
reveals waves and particles
of Spirit a body forms
stabilized by precept, the Love heartbeat!
trinity’s derivatives
lights of Love’s incentive
proof of faith’s infinity
conscience's faith conceived self, light’s dimensions!
paranormal is divine
particle light dimensions
held in waves of suspensions
waves, fluid light suspends light’s dimensions!
For contest: Light Energy
In Honor of : Rick Parise
The mounting manifestation of your mistrust
Has been the source of the confusion that separates us
The asinine allegations that you hurl at me
Are only to deflect your own dishonesty
Your constant unfounded and unproven accusations
Are most certainly the expression of intensifying intimidation
Terrified by the power that I possess
you would opt to see me overshadowed, outshined and oppressed
you have continually conspired to weaken my pride
Would you prefer that I cower, recoil, or hide?
The Optical illusions of your minds trickery
Have distorted you perception of our reality
I am not your property, asset or possession
Worthy to be respected, not met with aggression
You have annihilated my opinions, forced me into silence
Restraining my insight is the cruelest form of violence
Asphyxiating me with you idiotic uncertainty
Smothering my peace with your moronic misery
Suppressed by your suspensions long enough.
I have shed my fears, I have discovered my worth
I refuse to quietly follow in your frightening footsteps
Muffling my shouts: I can no longer accept
I am freeing my thoughts and releasing these words.
I have found my voice and now I demand to be heard
.
You whisper softly to me
and I enchanted, respond to be
You whisper me from a distance
and I reply demure in silence
You whisper softly to me as your hazel eyes
sing, revealing unsung tributaries, dreams and realities
Your inviting lips lusciously unfurl with savory tales
You listen to me and I am demystified
Your face a vacuum- formula that initiates my creativity
You whisper softly to me
And I am left speechless, resuscitated and quenched simultaneously
You whisper softly to me
And I am stilled in suspensions of grace
You whisper from a distance
And I am captivated as you appear dedicated
Your sway whispers sensually
And I am forced to redefine, explore and reexamine the definition of beauty
You whisper softly
And I can only imagine what it’ll be like, having you in my arms forever.
Moment Of Silence For Junior Seau: May 5th, 5:55 P.M.
People can take pills, run their car off the road,
And that's a cry for help, he was crying out
Yet he was too proud to ask for it is.
Wednesday was a lousy day for the NFL
The league announced the suspensions of Seau,
Seau a great footballer committed suicide.
Seau possessed unusual combination
His athletic talent and his hard work,
His high football intelligence, idea,
He was a restless passion for the game
Junior Seau will certainly be missed.
A great football player but a better man.
He was classy,caring & courageous.
Junior was a true competitor and a special player.
God bless the Seau family.
Are you as surprised as I to find
That Kim Kardashian is a international spy
But don't worry she's on the side of right
Working this time for the good guys
The pics that this twit tweets
Is spinning turbans around in the Middle East
Corrupting the minds of the men and their youth
As they google eye over what she let's loose
Though Miss K. is not the one to blame
It's mainly the fault of Uncle Sam
She's just doing her civic duty
In the posting of selfies in her birthday suity
I've had suspensions for years believe you me
The Kim isn't as dumb as she appears to be
I heard that Iran has accused Kim Kardashian of being a spy...
Who knew!
Set smoke, so sweet, so delicate
Something fuliginous, so intricate
Ocher bronze is all that I can see
You're beautiful, a dime to me
Spheres of the purist maple syrup
Sums them up; affectionately
Flowing through my heart, forever over my soul
Suspensions of golden medallions, never to control
Carob or chocolate cold never be
Subbed; for your lens looking at me
Caliginous, foreboding, but never forbidden
Like a chestnut mare; not broken, or ridden
My devotion is firmly planted, in your Earthly visions
You absolutely slay me with your warm decisions
Whimsical; they are made of fine mahogany
Eye's like yours set all apart; yet set me free
Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday”
me trudging walking
gripping onward forward
traipsing baxter street monday
and its steep inclines
going up like a dizzy sparrow
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
that sip spit with maraschino endives
scanning thighs ripe with hard-ons
the stoner pink boys
lost in rainbow cul-de-sacs
lost amidst the traffic tirades
the propelling grind of accelerators
up up and onward everlasting
floating hovering over shy ascensions
in ravenous echo park
me scratching grinding like steel death
holding tight the skin wheel
trudging baxter street monday
the morning reality suspensions
the daily cyclotron of kidney exertions
of ascending footsteps moving skinward
now racing down baxter street monday
descending and plummeting
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
i see my sista rosa gonzalez
she be screaming down with wet wings
sending love bouquets to my los angeles
Morning lurks
In dark alleys;
Haze presides
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Sunbeams seep
Hazy skies ruin;
Magical sunlight
~~~~~~~~~
Hazy horizons
Smoky dust drifts;
Moody suspensions
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Moody haze
Depressed moods;
Choking smog
~~~~~~~~~
Gratitude smiles
Lazy afternoon;
Sanguine sitcoms
~~~~~~~~~
My darling smiles
Inner sunshine;
Travel talk here
~~~~~~~~~
Random journeys
Mystery calls;
Cites fond journal
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Micro tales
Short and sharp;
Food for thought
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Touch of morning
Evaporated dreams;
Reality check
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Moments of madness
Breezy easy frolic;
Joy mingles cheer
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Old friend departs
Sad moments sum;
Fond feelings linger
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Sleepy moments
Loiter somnolent;
Wake-up call
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Leon Enriquez
13 October 2015
Singapore
Far away from the rhythmic pace of the seas, drifting currents in the rivers,
Lost in echoing glitters of the oceans
Over the challenges of the mountains, gliding suspensions brought by the hills
Lingering for renewal in the forests and aging presences of thoughts sent by the valleys,
The souls amidst the dust of earth
Moments shared as unending intervals emerge
Autumn forces that reckon, winter songs that beckon
The timeless lime lights, the midnight fireflies
Spirits of echoing silence, the template for the gift of musical convergence
The rushing wind, the shivering trees, the scent of earth’s rebirth
As reviving sounds surrender, the leaves whisker and foster
The clouds to breathe easy, succumb, refreshing
Energies in spaces, shock waves of the air, gradually disperse
In fumes effervescent, shapes and sizes reminiscent
Dissolving soluble, feelings of the impossible, submerging essences deliquescent
Whispers of the blur, shadows of nature, the fortunes of creation
The moon's resignation for the starlight triggers of the sunset
Recurring realignments of prisms,
Color spectrums,
Motions in perfect unison,
Resonant spaces,
Endless limits,
Patient deficits,
Speed of momentums,
Wavelengths and intensities,
Diffractions,
Refractions,
Reflections,
Initiation of beauty,
The music of love that ever conforms
Befalls the twilight
As the dawn diminuends
Before the fragments of twilights arrive~ return
Eventually crescending to perform.
Sweet memories swerve
As winds of destiny massage into moments, times
Lullaby scents linger following the streaking trails set by memorial reunions
Unfurling moments of childhood in tomorrow
Clouds wither tears in seasonal dew
Following the waters along the templates of hollow winds and silver slides
Whistling twirls glide along passionate wings of times pleasantries
Rearranged in patterned confluence
Curling over suspensions of infinite intuitions
Gaining and gathering momentum in infinite dispersions
While designing congruence in affluence
Propelling shores off course
Resonance reverberations vibrate, rewind, collide, regenerate and stimulate
The release of translucent intellectual norms
That slowly settle on subtle charges surging in order
Gradually residing on the serendipitous labor of love
That lingers selflessly caressing the eternal seat of every source unknown…
So what's your excuse this time
for coming home late again?
I've been sitting here worried sick out of my mind
I want to know have you been out creeping?
Don't you dare give me that look!
You're not as innocent as you claim,
You should've been here at home hours ago from work!
but instead you're out having a good time with "Ms. Thing"!
Shh. Before you begin get your lies together
I don't want to hear any stammering and studdering,
I've stuck by your side through the worse kind of weather
and this is how you thank me!
I've been allowing you get by for quite a while now
when you come home late I've managed to not say a peep,
But I think it's high time that you tell it to me straight right now
we're going to settle things before we go to sleep.
You say you've be out with your friends
just hanging out and shooting the breeze,
But I've noticed that when you come back you don't have any more of your ends
you out spending like the bill don't need to get paid and we don't need to eat.
But it's not your friends that you be out with late at night
that's the same, tired story you always give me,
For quite some time my suspensions have been right
you've got another woman on the side other than me.
Tell me what on earth have I ever done to deserve such pain?
Tell me what on earth have I ever done to deserve such betrayl?
Things between us are never going to be the same
Just pack your bags and raise on up out of here!
You may think there's no way I can survive without you
because all of this time I've been so dependent of you,
With the help of God and my family I know I'll pull through
be gone! I no longer need you!
I'm just telling it like it is...
Extend your hands my love
Come away with me
Lets fade away forever from sight
And explore visions of scenes we dream each time we are asleep
Let’s roam in echoing intuitions where we secretly meet
Let’s glide high on templates of splattered glitters on the highest mountains of high
Let’s set our souls refined, inscribed with pieces of love and unity
Carved in resonating pride and dignity, sewn to ever fly above infinity
Over suspensions of grace conforming to no rules nor any restricting territories
Where you and I alone reborn become one aligned in synchrony
Coated, covered in nectar soaring, streaking in flight, in light over the garden of beauty
Ever to be seen in dreams and memories
Each time they set sight on visions of eternity
When memories unfurl
The thoughts of you re-awaken tainted in fame of perfumes and styles
That linger passionately on silver wines spread lusciously apart
Aligned in exquisite perfection
Conforming to no logical alacrity, thoughts or styles where the human mind can find reasoning in or undo quickly
My design to overwhelm logic
That state of fantasy, my originality carved to compensate my ideal reality
That never fades far away from its ever loving grace
In passions of hues
Sewn only to my membrane
Your face never ceases to fade away
In my head they live from night to night
From sight to sight
Side to side
You’ve always remained within my grip and mine in yours
There you are
There you’ve always been setting notable footprints of legacy
and sowing seeds of tomorrow
We’re forever one
Made for me as I am made for you and together we live in company
You rekindle my soul’s thirst for energy and synergy
Where inscriptions of our love resides to re-ignite my passion and remedy
Merge your world in mine as mine’s in yours
We intertwine and together we’re both bound to shine, fly
For we are an unstoppable flow, we remain unflappable souls
We glide, we march
We breathe, we grow
Unfold your soul damsel, rise
Unfurl your petals to glow in peace
The time has come to live in liberty
Now and forevermore, if you promise to stay with me........
Tom Titter Bottom was Tinsel Town’s cat mascot flying ace.
He was a friend of Howard Hughes, for he knew his place.
Realizing that Hughes always had to have the utmost attention.
Tom Titter Bottom was a pilot whose nerves had steel suspensions.
Onetime Hughes asked him for advice on Jane Russell’s new bra.
Tom Titter Bottom did not see any of what Howard Hughes saw.
Human women did not intrigue Tom Titter Bottom in any kind of way.
He knew he would be in and out of several cat beds by the end of day.