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Burning, gleaming effulgent golden daystar - mirrored, reflected, pictured
Drawing up the facsimile of faith, ardour and iridescence
Trees oscillate and dance together with the rhythmic, dulcet gust of breeze
Air - blowing and puffing, zephyr cooled , frozen by the brook
Turfs overran and overlaid the land with exultation and furore
Fondling, gripping, and cuddling the head stream
Odoratas - ample-petaled,whitish-pink flower lilies
Bobbing in the reverberating melody and cyclicity of undulated waves
Nymphalid - gliding, vagabonding with elegance
Bragging its chromatic colorful ala above the stream current
Cervids drinking serenely with potable crystalline water
Salmons plunging, swimming for life and subsistence
Sedimentary rocks carried away gently, instinctively
Indigenous sanctuary - obscure, raw
Undisturbed habitat of existence
Factual heaven - midst of the woodland
Home of soothing silence - rivulet of my daydream.
How I wish I will never wake up again ...
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*-* ~~~~ " POESY'S LIMITLESS SCULPTOR " ~~~~
*-* August 27, 2011 *-*
Categories:
cyclicity, fantasy, nature,
Form: Free verse
IMPRISONED (collaboration)
by~ Jun-jun Villanueva
Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles, elation in face delineate
Like nothing's wrong makes me exasperate
No one cares? No one adores? it's too late
Recurrent nightmares peeve me in sublime
Making incubuses remorse in rhyme
Bequeathing qualm, fright and fear - death like crime
Kith and kin in laughs while I'm in grave time...
by~ Poet Destroyer
Twittering chime parade of glee
Unspectacular weed flowing trough me.
Boxed in a box like a tick or flea.
No one understands- what they can't see!
Outside myself holding my breath-
Or should I say what is left?
Trapping torment with false courtesy.
Preexisted past, without certainty.
Locked in a sanctuary grave of ivory ribs,
My life in a vault- trashed crib.
Feet lashing against my skin.
Twirling the rootless valves of sin.
No one cares! No one adores!
My prison trash coffin brought ashore.
~~~~~an entry for " POET DESTROYER's MY COLLABORATION CONTEST"
Categories:
cyclicity, death, family, love, grave,
Form: Rhyme
IMPRISONED (collaboration)
by~ Jun-jun Villanueva
Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles, elation in face delineate
Like nothing's wrong makes me exasperate
No one cares? No one adores? it's too late
Recurrent nightmares peeve me in sublime
Making incubuses remorse in rhyme
Bequeathing qualm, fright and fear - death like crime
Kith and kin in laughs while I'm in grave time...
by~ Poet Destroyer
Twittering chime parade of glee
Unspectacular weed flowing trough me.
Boxed in a box like a tick or flea.
No one understands- what they can't see!
Outside myself holding my breath-
Or should I say what is left?
Trapping torment with false courtesy.
Preexisted past, without certainty.
Locked in a sanctuary grave of ivory ribs,
My life in a vault- trashed crib.
Feet lashing against my skin.
Twirling the rootless valves of sin.
No one cares! No one adores!
My prison trash coffin brought ashore.
A collaboration with * Jun-jun Villanueva
My collaboration contest
Categories:
cyclicity, life, grave, me,
Form: Couplet
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Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles, elation in face delineate
Like nothing's wrong makes me exasperate
No one cares? No one adores? it's too late
Recurrent nightmares peeve me in sublime
Making incubuses remorse in rhyme
Bequeathing qualm, fright and fear - death like crime
Kith and kin in laughs while I'm in grave time...
Storm clouds nestling Earth crying myriad tears
Totem poles stand like Death’s coming soon – near
Feeling of being neglected –in fear
Am I really being loved? Cry? can’t hear. . .
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Categories:
cyclicity, death, me,
Form: Rhyme
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Crepuscle beamed, descried at the telluric cyan orb
Dusk devoured auric daystar as lambency was absorbed
Sun's verve, twinkle immersed by the lil' murk
Permeate the newfangled burst of wavering lights in the skylark
Stupefied by the wondrous jaw-dropping milieu
Quadrilateral lunar satellite came into being ... it's true
Moonlight in turquoise, then cerulean radiance come forth
Sometimes vermilion, xanthous, amethyst in hue, real ravishing in worth
Nightfall turned into a deluxe, grandiose discotheque
Music of pyrotechnics, symphonized in grotesque
Four-sided night star trip the light fantastic
Made every cyclicity, rhythm, syncopation exotic
What a comely, ecstatic, striking, mind-glued augury
A tour in the out of this world planet, where there's no existing adversary
I am the sculptor, architect and painter of my own exquisite sunset
Twilight's ikon in my mind still in set
Written in words, penned with the mind's eye
Done through the " LIMITLESS " dye.
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Categories:
cyclicity, art, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles, elation in face delineate
Like nothing's wrong makes me exasperate
No one cares? No one adores? it's too late
Recurrent nightmares peeve me in sublime
Making incubuses remorse in rhyme
Bequeathing qualm, fright and fear - death like crime
Kith and kin in laughs while I'm in grave time...
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*rhyme (with ten syllable count )
jun-jun villanueva
july 30,2011
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It really annoys me when this nightmare always visit
me in my bedtime ... this thing is my fright to happen
~~~~dying like no one cares ~~~~
Categories:
cyclicity, death, family, funeral, sad,
Form: Rhyme