Strand troop
String group
music uplift
my heart
de-stress
caress
console
disperse distress
depart
music enlarge
my mind
reminece
&
then remind
senses
stripped
moving
brings
a tear
music to suit
my every mood
in valued
secluded
solitude
motifs
to haunt
&indwell
tingling my spine
emotions
too re-align
Under the seamless sky of crystalline cosmic sheen
resplendent rays of the mesmeric moon embrace you.
On the sequined waves of the stardust surge I float,
see the luster of your heart in the patina of your eyes.
My dormant desires are enticed to feel enamored
your shimmering radiance in the moonshine, I adore.
Your ballerina eyes dance to the music of longing, I listen,
the cadence fusing with the melody of my resonant heart.
The florid finery of iris flashes in your sapphire eyes,
glitters with the grandeur of fervent pearls of dainty dew.
Rhapsody ripples in the emerald meadow of my mind,
I hear entranced the concerto of your yearning heart.
In vivacious vale of my mind contoured by your charisma,
I carve an ardent conduit of rapt craving to reach you.
The fervid clouds of my pristine passion melts in a torrent,
make my love for you a cascading stream, I swim.
Flowing with the current of your captivating allure,
my enthralled emotion sails in the bracing bay of bliss,
where your love designs the lilting lattice of stars in my sky,
the shine of its enchanting tinsels I preserve in my heart.
I just wanted you to know
I bought this up to say
you put me in a bad position
see I have to forsake all others
keep other men away
don't think I am being jealous
or I just needed something to say
saw him winking at my Missus
a smirk and grin: I saw you smile
Said swig your wine and beat-it Mister
next time I won't ne so kind
See you put me in a bad position
tryna unravel me to me to cuss
Gone in side I'll see off Mister
let me shoe this fool away
Guess I need more understanding
I thought I was your man
Why you out here hugging and kissing
cuddling up on some other man
aint got much to say about it
I be back when I cool off
there fresh milk in the pitcher
I just finshed feeding and milkin the cow
Make it easy for the cowboy
sometimes let him get his way
ah happy ending with his woman
is that to much for
ah man to pray
In bejeweled jade landscape
the topaz terrain rolls
on wondrous waves,
undulating with
the sculpted panorama
of pristine cadence,
entrenches in earthen frame
the sprawling shape
of a serene lake
sublimely sparkling,
the sapphire shining face
looks up
toward the cerulean sky,
entranced.
The southern zephyr
whispers enticing melody
to the rhapsodic ripples
intensely passionate,
spread in seraphic span
of self-centric rhythm,
slide on slithering shadows
of the dancing trees,
lining the contorted contours
of the splashing shore,
adorned.
Malachite lotus leaves
float flamboyant
with pulsating fervor,
the ruby flush of full bloom
makes the collage
of fiery fresco
with fanning feathers
of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
the emerald waters
in avian grace,
supple napes swiveling
in charismatic concerto
of aquatic ballet,
surreal.
In the hypnotic gleam
of the setting sun
I watch the lacustrine opera.
Finally my blood began to coagulate,
and stopped to seep out of the slashed heart,
lacerated in the tempest of turmoil
by the sharp shards of your refutation.
In the memory meadow I found a crack split open
in the longing ledge of my hypnotized heart,
where the sole sapling of love bloomed in brilliance,
freed from the compelled confinement of isolation.
In your embrace my senses gracefully turned
into rhapsodic rhythm of heart enchanted within,
set the course of the lingering love so long latent
to sail in the sensuous stream of my yearning.
In the tormenting torrent of zooming zephyr,
as you drifted away unconcerned past me,
and blew a devastating storm of apathy,
my fragmented fervent feeling became rapture ruins.
Your flouting indifferent footsteps trampled
my emotive flower as you departed uncaring,
its crumbled petals made a wreath
for the bleeding bits of my broken heart.
In the flow of time I saw the essence of my soul,
its healing measures created the concerto of clotting,
as liquid lines turned into coalesced connection,
the splendorous suture made my heart whole again.
10/17/2023
Along a winding lane of glowing orange
leaves, I leisurely strolled.
Thinking of years past,which, like a sudden,
strong wind, blew in cyclonic tunnels away.
Walking on crunchy leaves, I pondered my
virtues and daunting human failings.
In the stillness of that autumn morning dew,
hugged by loving trees that were encircling me.
Knowing that in God's hands, I was created
to follow all His laws, to live with angelic joy.
The crunchy concerto of heavenly, colorful leaves
beneath my warm, thankful, booted feet.
~I longed for the day, the face of my God to see! ~
It is bitter cold crossing the Thames
to the Festival Hall,
now we are as warm as if in a local pub.
Hush now you people – who I shall never know,
or meet again anywhere,
Hush the endless calculations
of your tieless brains.
Brahms is adjusting his piano stool.
A fine performance.
Old, fat, cigar smoking Brahms
in the guise of a lovely female takes a bow.
Thank you for these moments,
this hour that came together among us,
take the moments home now
disappear into a somewhere.
Outside it’s raining,
a cold drizzle
that runs down the necks of us all.
It's okay.
The cat with her cello sat on the street
To meet and greet folk with music so sweet
It was no surprise
She brought tears to eyes
With her ‘Elgar's Cello Concerto’ treat.
She is a child of twenty or so,
a beautiful woman
if I were young enough to call her that.
The composer must have wrote this
for a girl with arms
as long as a Mediterranean sunset
but then also as ivory as a Nordic sky.
The music opens and I sense
that it will never close,
just as all our love affairs
play with scattered embers
years after the concert had caught fire.
For long moments
she traps my voice in her violin
a stranger makes me love again,
makes me write this love poem,
and recall why I could never sing like this alone,
how it takes an alien love
to catch the same straw in the wind -
an everlasting note to be found and lost,
lost and found.
Which nights might find me longing
That I must be alone
Which days are the tomorrow's
When you have left and gone
Who draws me near
In your absences that you are
Not near
To whisper I love you
And draw me close and near
Might I be pregnant
And you have not lived me
Are you willing then
To come home to love me
Your ambition
Your selfish ways
Might than you will
Be eager to see things
My way
I can make you decide
By being in someone else's presence
Allowing him to love me
In full lieu of your absences
When your replacement have
Befreinded your kind
And they see things my way
And blame your ambition
And then
All who shall find difference shall
Support my cause
I shall gloat
As in victory
And will say
You loses!
He tainted her love for me
She allowed him to be her
Confidant a position where
He could hear expressions
And than be kind to her
So he would be needed
Than she would see future
In her need for him
Then he would be person with her
Kind, sweet, and caring
I have allowed the smutey filth. Of hell
To dirty my the once lavish gardens of love
Might I find sanity in worship
To restore .my faith in the human creature
Champagne glasses of delve roses, reds, yellows, whites, poses
and crystal brims as its hold,
Lilies, just plain lilies, yes, white lilies, galore, there here, there,
everywhere, who cares what hold
Pockets of marigolds lain in brevity resting on fresh fronds of gladiolas faint hold,
Violets of varied hues make no excuse for being so bold for baby breaths to hold,
Cattleya orchids of whites and yellows, greens and chartreuse, they are their hold,
They bring life to the gathering of couplets written in quaint deliveries on the hold of a quill's sonnet.
18 September 2019
they labeled him as such
and taught him to
do what had been done.
then they made him responsible for
what was done
without feeling sorry for
creating the character
that acted out what had happened.
spoke Pillar of her Son.
which has been done will never
be undone.
they casted the script and created the concern
found audience
and made such things so.
they stand together and speak
each result.she spoke of one woman saying,
might this be a lesson for those
who believe in togetherness and love.
might they see then, that those
who are together might be bounded
by wickness, so that there ways are covered up
(interupting) Umberto stand s to speak...
umberto).....sample the need for reality, that those who are greedy might
dine. than those who are less fortunate might have the crumbs of those
who could afford. demeaning those who's efforts spoke for their own concerns, lacking the passion for those who labor.
Concerto D'amor
Whenever I'm with you,
Other things are amnesia.
Every single moment with you,
Suits decades in a catatonia.
If you were Bermuda triangle,
I'd often tread on the blast of shangri-la;
A picnic in the devil's triangle,
Run-of-the-mill than millenniums in ball park.
You're the Bermuda triangle.
I, being a wanderer.
The strong storm of South-America pulling me to you,
And down towards your smile I totter.
If you were an Iceberg,
I'd pull my Titanic towards you,
Rejoicing as you break me apart
Waters drowning the consciousness I'd built.
You're the iceberg;
Sybaritic, pudgy and turbingly symmetrical.
And I lost in the lust of the traverse,
With my patois feels your viscera.
Be whatever you choose:
A stark lasso repressing the rim of the sea?
But by bid can you loose,
Letting your waves gulp my plenary?
My heart through its mouth bleeds yearning,
Of how often for you I did fall.
Christ on a horse! I'm crazy 'bout you, honey!
This is my seven lives concerto d'amor.
19:05:01:16:48
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral piece. Concerto D'amor.
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