Best Swellings Poems

Inspiration, Revelation, Adaptation, Within Poetic Verse

Sonnet I

I saw morn's soft hands stretching to touch bright moonlight
Is but a fleeting blink betwixt man's death and birth
Dark unknowing is why we so oft fear the night
In that abject blindness, fail to see life's true worth
Alas! Such are...

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It is surreal to me.
Corridors of dazzling colours.
Sonerous gurgling from hidden streams.
I must be in a gorgeous dream.
Murmurous whisperings of fairies.
In arcane little dwellings.
Or are they in the bulbous swellings
of unopen water lilies?
Far off I spy two beautiful fillies.
Until I stroke their silky manes.
In case...

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Posted at my new blog -Lesser Known Poets Series- continued, 
two poems written, honoring sixth poet chosen,  James Thomson
his great poem- The City of Dreadful Night
BY JAMES THOMSON (BYSSHE VANOLIS)

(1.)

As That Dawning Hour, In Her Journey She Knew She Was Too Late

Beneath ashen skies...

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The silver skies of early dawn arrive
And sparkle morning leaves with dewy mist.
When silence greets the morning fair, I thrive.
Majestic woodlands bloom, by Heaven kissed.
All nature sings; my soul wakes up, alive. 
Each breath of air becomes my morning bliss.
With stillness, joy’s sweet solitude appears.
All...

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She wakes up before dawn. Mounts 
her cardbox cubicle on the pavement
at a street corner. It is chilly and windy.

Without delay she pours cooking oil 
into the aluminum container perched 
on a three-legged stand under which
there are popping flames of fire.  

In the yellow...

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I’ll never forget the Black Death.
It came from a germ which, lived on that fleas. 
Each second passes through everyone’s breath.
The fleas! The fleas!  
As the rats begin to die, the fleas begin to feed on humans
Everyone’s blood is, affected by the disease.
Oh please!...

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The Dragon, serpentine, jagged, fuming
Curved neck twisted my way,
His scales shimmering and reflecting the bottom depths of the well,
Scrutinized me with fires of his personal hells
Burning into my cool, oceanic repose
He could see the universe in my pupils
The chaos of its creation
He could see that...

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walking the floor
regular pastime
not about you
more about me

tweezers and splinters
droplets of blood as blues
not about us
more about life

accidental klutz
lumps and swellings 
not about happenings
more about hurting

dynamic stone teardrops
cubic zirconium crockery
not about pain
more about truth...

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Thank you mommy for keeping me safe while you could
But I couldn’t stay in there forever even though you preferred that I would
You knew I was sick even before I was born
You told me you were scared and at night you would mourn

You hummed a...

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I could not take it, the fear.
Transient flesh
vibrant in a sunken ship.

On a coral island
deconstruction of a fallen window.
Jumping on million skins.

The level of violence was rising.
Rebuttal will not convey
the truth, the reality.

A thin line of lips
skates on the ice of power.
In a palm grove

I...

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He who makes understands the scheme well,
The working riddles and amazing mysteries,
But the observers become stunned, tongue-tied,
On finding all rules of wisdom suspended.

Wanderlust led me to the ground of wonder,
Where placed I was a slight afar,
Out of the simple scattered houses,
Built on the uneven hard...

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The Royal disease

I'm no royalty, but I got the gene
The gene that I'll pass down to a carrier
Who'll be like the crown bearer
A crown of thorns to be cast onto the next 

And like a chain it binds the victim
It confines them to a life...

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Heed then the touch of certainty
That mellows in uncertainty


There is a strange reason why change
Fabricates an odd feeling strange


Embrace the conflict that confronts
As soul and mind and heart bear brunt


Seek to run away from harsh pain
That raptures swellings in your brain


Yet adjust to ample clashing
As...

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Voyage of the Skipping Stone ~

I hold you in my hand –
A skipping stone –
Cradled flat against my palm
Perfect roundness 
Dark hues, born of fire and ice, smoothed by tidal dances
Of the moon enchantress and waves.

You, cool yet warm,
Fit into that hollow in my hand
Resting...

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GOOSEBUMPS
     
      I experience sudden keen sensation on dermis 
       with tiny swellings erecting skin hairs momentarily 
        owing to excitement, fear or...

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