I looked, looked, and looked – but all in vinegar vain.
I searched, searched, and searched – but found no love.
So sad, so sapped and no longer feeling cerebrally certain,
You miraculously materialized – my own heaven-sent dove.
My happy heart races at the sound of your voice.
My merry mind leaps at the sight of my cherished crush.
My satisfied soul swirls at my providence-inspired choice.
My buoyant body ignites at the feel of your tender touch.
Oh my good gosh! The amorous ache…it hurts – so sweetly;
And the fragrant fire flaming within…it burns – so soothing.
My delightful desire sends round sensuous spikes – so warmly.
Leaving me wet and spent in ecstasy’s prison – so enthralling.
To whom or what shall I ever dare liken you, my Maple tree?
To others, falling as one, like us – or to others that fall apart below par?
To the sun, the moon, the stars – or to all galaxy-orbiting three?
No, my diamond diadem; by all, you stand head above the highest bar.
H.astily I traipse “amidst these tombs,” “untainted eye…”
P.reparing the way for the “hidden world of yore.”
Luring lovers in, “lost Nevermore…”
“O’er the midnight moorlands crying,”
Verily to “wreck the solace of the poet’s mood!”
Even now, “drunk of the fog-foetid fountains.”
Cerebrally “reject[ing] the language of the glowing heart.”
Revered and “done are my trials,” “my heart is reposing.”
“All the years of fruitless quest” culminate in this...
For all the “prosy thoughts,” past “ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,” a
“Tale confide[d]” in “the shade of Poe” and I will be forevermore alive.
Quotes from:
“Where Once Poe Walked”/ “Despair”/ “The Bride of the Sea”/ “Fact and Fancy”/ “Nemesis”
Acrostic Homagerie
He is like no other...... Only one....... yet one other may have the intelligence to understand, to understand him, his mind, his motives, his reincarnations and illuminations. There she is, over there, the stunningly beautiful and cerebrally if not spiritually gifted, the one they call Swashisa. We don't know, but at one time Destiny had its eyes fixed on both of them.
A beautiful face and a kick ass body
is what most men find attractive in women generally,
but not me.
When women connect with me cerebrally,
I find them so hot and so damned sexy.
A gusty portent hope to amend
Marches blustery winds descend
Shearing the surface of its trite dividend
Silting innocent souls with bleary stipend
Chilling tides with thawing hearts contend
Spring's nuanced rhythms to ruefully bend
Mercurial shadows peace to rend
New years good will to rescind
Fate's jading shield doth wend
Each fortuitous yield to suspend
Chilling residual; dark clouds cerebrally suspend
Briny misery o'er resilient hearts to append
The sum of the heart
Divided by each part
Two ventricles cerebrally apart
One doth deceptive guile impart
Other, feigned grace doth cart
Blood-stained psyche doth chart
In my radio psychology grows
A loopy Admiral constant
Heaving between seas porous
With blue tongued underwater arches
Roman cathedrals with baboon guardtowers
Cerebrally undergoing city territory
The way cliffhanging apes are bound to escape
To sail the nerve lines of creative thought
Spin with me
Through the frozen galaxies
New Ice Age melting old patterns
Threatening not, only to a weary mind
We are always threading and carving daze
Amidst insurgency of gustatory emblem
Redesign the digital embryo provides
Passionate cartographers with virtual tether
To unsheath the countess weather
Human families swoon at the sheets
Grateful pregnant bounties abide
Think bright underneath starlight
As futures embed new lives surprise
Floating all porous ties
Spring's annual rhythms cerebrally flow
Nature's mercurial splendour to show
Balmy portents o'er icy mantle glow
Earth's axis tilts; hearth to mellow
Helios's furnace with spawning heat doth bellow
Residual beams to brush face so sallow
A glossy, emerald sheen on encrusted folds bestow
A jaundiced hue from airy cisterns doth shadow
Revitalizing streams from seeded pods to strow
Invigorating tides enrich pores once fallow
Christening fauna peeps through stents so shallow
Anon, a clover tent the sodden expanse will hallow
Silken wicks enlighten bristling, woody tallow
Shortly, festive plume recedes; amber gown doth billow
Glittering fauna shades each jaded dale, pensive hollow
Fragrant incense each fleeting step will follow
Spring's fertile currents now through each, nestled channel row
Life breaks on a tenuous shoal
Heartaches vex shipwrecked
soul
Rocky outcrop slashing at
each, bleached sole
In choppy waters, teetering
mast o'er limp body doth troll
Peering into foggy abyss,
undulating currents of angst so
droll
Hope wanes as tearful waves
from calcified funnels roll
Briny mist over resonant
dreams doth scroll
Tides dredge seaweed earlier
missteps did dole
On the horizon, clouded visions
turning black as coal
From a distant, but reachable,
harbor a fog light doth patrol
But encroaching shadows
eclipse as endearing fate doth
cerebrally cajole
Faint sound from a beckoning
barge doth wandering ears
enroll
But the boisterous waves of
doubt resound a dreary toll
Cresting above life's
sorrows, in the distant ocean
a succoring atoll
But shackling cares girdle my
feet pulling me into the
undertow
A dry, temporal sanctuary in
my corroded senses to stroll
Morphing into insane mirage
as the angry torrents
remaining wits poll
Kate Mulgrew played Captain Kathryn Janeway.
Robert Beltran played her first officer, Commander Chakotay.
Tim Russ played the role of Lieutenant Commander Tuvok,
the show's Vulcan equivalent to Star Trek's Mr Spock.
Robert Duncan McNeill played Lieutenant Tom Paris ,
the starship crew's most expert pilot.
Garrett Wang played Ensign Harry Kim,
Kim was Lieutenant Tom Paris's best friend.
B'Elanna Torres was played by Roxann Dawson
the crew member's half Klingon half Human.
The endearing Talaxian specie known as Neelix,
was played by the actor Ethan Phillips.
Robert Picardo played the ship's medical emergency holographic doctor.
Jennifer Lien played Kes, a specie known as the Ocampa,
and last but not least my personal favorite character of mine,
the amazon, buxom blonde Borg known as Seven of Nine,
played most cerebrally and seductively by actress Jeri Ryan.
In my opinion it's the best Star Trek series adventure.
It ran for seven seasons; Star Trek's Voyager.
I'll only be here periodically
because I quit my job at the WTC.
I went up to the boss and asked for my money.
I just no longer could handle any of this controversy
which will only promote more future disharmony,
plus I can't relate to my co workers cerebrally.
Every day I am surrounded with stupidity.
Time to get out before stupidity rubs off on me.
Working at the World Trade Center obviously
was very trying for me anyway emotionally.
Everyday
I felt like I was on my way
to work in a mass cemetery
where thousands of my loved ones were taken from me.
Reconstructing the World Trade Center unfortunately
is the only game in town left for one in the construction industry.
What can I say? Yours Truly must eat,
so once again
I'm earning a living
as an interstate trailer driver driving cross country.
Could one of you out there do me a favor please?
Someone
get a gun
and please shoot me.
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