Best Trancing Poems

...inspired by and in dedication to ~  Victor Buhagiar, Robert Lindley (my mentors) and the rest of the PoetrySoup Family...thank you for your kindness and support...

A Tribute To Edgar Allan Poe... by ^WW^ Winged Warrior
July.30.2019


A Winged Warrior 360 Reversible...


-Ravens and Castles-


 
Morbid castles cobwebbed...

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Though I'll remember nature's wonders,
sunsets and the breath of spring,
feel the wind blow through my hair
and know the thrill of sunrise cresting.

We see the universe as dancing,
two such different creatures trancing,
we two will never understand
the graceful movements of the other,
even if we take each other's...

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...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot


On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light is dim,...

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He grins like sweet summer sun and dons a musky mojo,  
causing the blooms to titter and roll their sweat onto him;
trancing the sage-less, sarky studmuffins to stare in awe;
and I, the shufflebutt, love to lean my days on his beam.

Like sugar pine he...

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A day comes with a
morning dew,
For the words, less
to cope all few,
The breezy wave and
tweeting eyes,
Of rising sun, view
the Himalaya highs,
The trancing
eclipses and
faltering trees,
Held me there,
caught me freeze,
And the prevailing
dusky downy haze,
To falling cascade
of ivory rays,
Where I hied to let
it chase,
This beautiful
bounty widespread
haze,
I look &...

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A handsome rooster with red-breasted feathers, soft and lustrous,
and a head covered with golden plumage,
was too unhappy to sing about his age,
so he embarked on a long journey, sadly departing from his friends.  


Thousands of miles over farms, vallies, villages and cities he flew,
seeking...

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Kiss me 
Caress me
Undress me
Hold me firm, against you
Tease the nap of my neck
With the hotness of your breath
Playfully, bite me
Get me all raunched up!
Let your hands wander and roam
Seduce my body 
Bumping and grinding
Teasing me, from behind
Entice me with your manhood
As you feel between...

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alone
in a crowded room 
people pass faces glance 
void they are… 
 
no thought to anyone's soul 
or ponderings of creation 
just shells walking in its grace. 

in tranced is their eyes 
full of diamonds, cars, caviar…

hallow be thy name 
in lambs blood meek
bringing to...

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Driving down the highway
In the pitch black dead of night
The hairs on the back of my neck
Indications, not all is right

A long meandering bend
In the distance reveals a glow
Has captured my curiosity
My driving runs to slow

I pull in to the kerbside
Beside a country church
I make...

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Though I'll remember nature's wonders,
sunsets and the breath of spring,
feel the wind blow through my hair
and know the thrill of sunrise cresting.

We see the universe as dancing,
two such different creatures trancing,
we two will never understand
the private notions of the other,
even if we take each other's...

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We see the universe as dancing,
two such different creatures trancing,
we two will never understand
the private notions of the other,
even if we take each other's hand.

Coming close to your destruction
you will see the other side,
who says who has satisfied
requirements for a better life?
Friendship, if we could...

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"Each full moon at stroke of twelve an offering will be made,of  a maiden who is pure of
sin, to become my Hades slave. Tempt this child with gold and silver, they always take the
bait. Entice her to your basement where I shall lay in...

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Poetry in motion
is prose 
encapsulated in 
warring thoughts,
notions conceived 
in time oscillated 
flows,
harmonically 
shifting mental 
tides to whence 
the Tasmanian 
wind never blows,
where meditating 
and trancing 
souls,fairly prowls,
like watching the 
future in an 
ancient show,
I swear the 
present is 
abstract,just 
never raw,
My intuition?All 
deja vu's...

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A secret sonorous sound emits 
Signal to the third eye chakra
Floating in surreal world 
Trancing with dazzling sparks 
Transporting the mind
To physical 
Sensations
Never
Felt
Before 

Murmorous whispers listened loudly
Enkindling arcane sensations
Running in invisible
Labyrinth corridors
Amplyfing senses
Seeing unseen
Entities
From the
Space

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woke early
...this morning to...
an earl lee's sun
...shining a light...

into the dark
...and trancing...
me down a
...raw bit hole...

a mirror image
...of me roared a...
time-space sigh lent
...yawn...


stans sand...

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