Best Tremulously Poems

Aster 'Blue Autumn,' summer wanes. 
The shining sky of dusk is drenched in splendor.
Tremulously, I watch shadows that arrive 
all to soon-to purloin sun's last rays. 

Aster 'Blue Autumn,' Virgo aches, 
and you're re-birthed from star dust that she cries- 
to bloom beneath blue skies...

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November comes down gliding on filmy wings, 
Bringing cool and dank days on her way
Sweet it is to watch the spectacular changes she brings
In a medley of colors, plants and trees proudly stay 

Earth puts on a finery no other season can beat
In glinting flashes,...

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for René Passeron*

             You may not grow old too soon
          if
Things you have known will come back to you again
No revision nor recall need...

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Winds of a Frozen Wasteland

Winds blowing down the mountain silver capped so cold, 
Howling fiercely with a herculean ferocity rarely ever seen. 
 
A cold snap cuts straight and deep now to one’s very bones, 
As one’s body trembles tremulously teetering toward a fall.
 
Beloved...

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Winds blowing down the mountain silver capped so cold, 
Howling fiercely with a herculean ferocity rarely ever seen. 
 
A cold snap cuts straight and deep now to one’s very bones, 
As one’s body trembles tremulously teetering toward a fall.
 
Beloved baby black crows roost...

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Aster of September, summer wanes.
The shining sky of dusk is drenched in splendor.
Tremulously, I watch shadows that arrive.
      Too soon, they purloin sun’s last rays.
Aster of September, Virgo aches.
You bloom till your breath is snatched away....

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Lethargic verbs coax sleepy nouns
along verses of poetry
in the wee hours of the night.
A flickering fluorescent Light
tremulously glows its paleness
above the weary poets head,
each tremor depriving him sleep.
The first rays of sunlight shine through
the rooms window, devouring
the artificial annoyance
while his tired head slowly descends
onto his...

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Crisp cool chardonnay drenches their lips,
it's flavour running rivulets over their tongues
eyes widen over the candlelit table,
and he thinks about giving her sons

Rich sticky risotto slowly prised from bowls
mouthfuls devoured in anticipation
he wipes his mouth with emphasised lust
and she thinks about sensual elation

Chargrilled sardines stare...

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- By Olongapoet

Are those dragon scales, your reason’s hides?
That I’d need St.George’s lance to pierce thru.
Need I look for angry Odin’s lost eye?
To see through thy cynicism’s Stygian depths?

Why does the sweet ambrosia of my offerings,
Seem mediocre for your Asgardian gratitude?
I’m not too far away...

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Ho’oponopono 

forgiveness a virtue
virtue an attribute
requiring identity 
needing healing
thus choosing
forgiveness 
as a tool

no matter

Ho’oponopono forgiveness prayer
has four seemingly easy steps
softening attention in silence 
first of all we say ‘I am sorry’

ouch!

many stuck at the first step
conceding we have erred
making hearts asunder
for what matters the truth
if...

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You were an alcoholic, my mother says, 
Fixing me with her timid tear-watered gaze – 
You lived in paradise, on the wings of angels, 
And you were an alcoholic…
So we had to take you away 
Like Eve with her apple we had to remove you,...

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Rest, stirring heart,
Narrow-minded in your fears, courage close awaits
Though bold your words be, 
Your lack of action gives you away and despairs you
I am amused by your imaginings, 
For simple these worries be,
And strange is your heightened sorrows,
A sadness fit for the about-to-die children,
Begging the...

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Minute by minute is my fleshy integument perspired, 
Lathered and lathed and laved in my own shiny sweat;
And my heart it beats rigorously and unremittingly against its costal chamber,
In the iliac region in which its imprisoned;
My palms greased with the sweat exuded in the face...

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Snow falling softly o’er the meadow
Banking against the old rail fence,
It creates a magnificent afterglow,
I haven’t seen like it before, or since
This display formed by the recent snow.

Ice crystals forming on dried stalks
Creating a wonderland of fairy castles,
Shining like bubbling neon on a jukebox
Tall gray...

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May 8th 2009

take a moment
—to look at me
just one final moment
what do you see?

when you look into my pain-filled eyes
is there darkness?
a sliver of light?
excruciating affliction crashes over me,
do you not see?
is there nothing?
only a blank, impassive face
no significance, no sign
of guilt that smolders inside...

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