Best Translucency Poems

The Dilettante Diaries: "Finding Lost Keys on the Steppes of White Ivory"
 

 
Where do you place your hands
When the sands of time 
Slip through the 4th
and like reading braille
you silently derail 
to touch burning
black keys
on white ivory
you go about 
removing cold hands 
from the...

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Far from the madding crowd                       
Enjoying your share of diversity
Bathing in the air of Aquarius 
Relishing sober amethyst translucency 
Unfurling your sails to...

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I know you’re happy,

Guess I’m stuck bein’ me,

Guess I stay missin’ out on chances that I couldn’t see.

But in the meantime,

Keep your head,

And know I’m doin’ just fine.

You know, maybe I’ll get lucky and catch you around sometime.

I don’t mean to cry.

Guess catchin’ up was...

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I sit in my garden gazing at the trees.
Leaves of gold, red, amber and orange fills the sky.
Some spinning downward, falling multidirectional.
A warm glow carpets the still green grass of fall.

The tree trunks look so much darker
Against the intense vibrant colored leaves. 
The backlight of...

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Man's heart, a dark abyss,
Its depth polluted by that innate darkness
Which was always there for that sole purpose,
Looking back into the mirror of childhood,
A smile across my face creeps,
How zany it is
That this dark mind
Could be so translucent, gullible and terribly fragile
Unimaginable 'twould seem for...

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This place, this time, this way
Oh, that place
It’s just where one feed the wind.
Walking to the river
The lover girl with eyes and heart in center
Her body with smoke and desire
Goes to find one place where she
And her lover friend stopped on the banks.
The Sun has...

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On the dreary streets of a quaint but callus steadfast hamlet

A pearl in the bluster carries a handwoven sweet grass basket

The umbrella' d  tinge of the tiny town was opaque and gray

As the girl in the blue dress out shined the break of day

A...

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Her flawless beauty caught his eye
His head turned his heart followed
Skin of creamy translucency
Her body motion, he saw it flowed.

As a yacht upon the azure sea
Her body she sashayed down the street
Skilfully tacking from windward to lee
His eyes and heart all at once did meet.

His...

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Radiance, shining, illuminating translucency
sky's vast, expansive blue richoting and rivaling ocean views
loose limbs and bashful expression lay scattered across the placid sky
divinity fixed in a space unaffected by man
white clouds swirl, wrapping like ivy around golden gates.
 Ultraviolent inferno lay below while serine holy oceans...

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Symmetrical sunlight slips into the room that was once overflowing with gloom
Exposing my flaw…though the rubbish of knowing doesn't seem to change you…
Instead, you grow like a bolt of lightning, descending down to the ocean blue

I think for a moment…how much time do we have...

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TACTILES

 blue
in
a
an arrested
 gaze

 slide
in
a
fused an
avalanche
 onto
 a bare
canvas
to
 erupt


then
to
burst out
&through
into
a
startling
 ravishing
melting
beyond beauty
 into
conceptual
 refinement
&
 shine
the
translucency
of
 colouration

an ability
to
decorate
the
 delicate things
with
a passion
for
the intensely
 tactile...

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the pulsating ache of flogging
after internal cave-in, a goldfish gets smeared
with sperm, unclosing, opening a slaughtered canal
for the drooping roses under the black wings

of shame when in our translucency we were
generously distributing arms to legless boys
for transporting the name across the aisle of memories,
the history...

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sits well and nearly out of reach unless.
A spell is when it's open dirty, but is closed.
Oil soaked around the bend the elbow is.

The smell around the bushes how they do.
A little stunted here and there you know because.
Oil-soaked, where gas is sold, soaked coal...

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Have you seen the morning moon?
She is not the cold hung rock
that swings upon the noose of night
that one is a dead face
submerged in a sea of darkness.
No, that is not her,
she is a lovely woman,
but pale and wane is she.

She has labored nightlong
planting seeds...

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A spell, a well soaked rag 
sits well and nearly out of reach unless.
A spell is when it's open dirty, but is closed.
Oil soaked around the bend my elbow is.

The smell around the bushes yes they do.
A little stunted here and there you know because.
Oil-soaked,...

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