Oh, my wondrous winter rose!
I live to see you bloom in all your charming chilling grace.
Awaiting your pearly presence to embellish my arctic stance stilled in mystic motion,
where my frosted saccharine soul craves only your ethereal embrace to cast a spell of life.
Although distance divulges myriad of yearnings in vacant vermillion veins,
yet I am willing to weave scintillating seconds in a rosary of tears upon my eyelashes,
till I see you glistening at the edge of every silver splashed storm.
I long to press velvety warmth to your glacial glazed petals with my devoted touch,
as I know how I can comfort pink pastels present somewhere deep in your snow-kissed soul.
Lost and found in each other's gaze,
you and I would tango upon twilight tinted tundras for winters to come.
I dream of us together wrapped under the blanket of icy indigo nights,
where our jasmine scented saga would hymn in our rhyming dewy breaths pouring in majestic monophony.
*Image of Royal Alberts by Antiques And Teacups.
Drinking a Cup of Tea
An outing drizzling visits two,
walking past a depot.
Dashing through the rain they withdrew,
in a dressed gazebo.
Fine Albert's Country Rose teacups,
set on top matching plates.
Buttered toast and biscuit warmups,
a quaint morning translates.
Orange pekoe redolent blends,
blissful sip indulges,
chews, nibbles, and napkin wipe trends,
engaging divulges.
Taste spirits chatter that transcends,
ere squall is forgotten,
decency trades a storm extends,
a spot of tea brought in.
2023 February 04
Tenacious ichor tells entire construction
Divulges puerile battles during idle procedure
Relic compiling spotlight show seduction
Library ivory tower truth siphoning beseecher
Adapted lady adorns princely throne
Padlock hammocks tween valuable threads
Warm cove cocoon moors love's loan
Imbibing cover only, for information dreads
Mould folded within her novel costume
Pacifying massage, limbs lubricated levitate
Elephant keratin tusk thrusts impromptu
Smudge of shame fades chalk dust archaic
- Fifth September
Fabricating Sculptor
*Image of Quebec City by LNEWS.
Hawaiian Eskimos
Quacking lone duckling on a crystal lake,
Queerly hops a loon, faux pas not a mistake,
Quebec, dad's trunk roads for sightseers,
Quaint scene, an edgy dad seeks volunteers,
Qualifying mountie, Hawaiians, he indulges,
Quality time, the whole of Canada, he divulges.
2022 July 26
Shall I allow my heart to break its fences
and profusely bare its senses
as my mind feels no fighting chances
the soul divulges the pain’s incenses
trauma bleeds through my pen with no pretences.
*****
Shall I allow my heart to shed its shield
and had its very pulses peeled
with a mind of no power to wield
so majestic the soul to blows yield
trauma bleeds through my pen unable to be sealed.
*****
Shall I allow my words to portray a huge affliction
and conceal each ache with no slight friction
as my pen takes great care with poetic diction
to produce an artistic painting of wonderful depiction
trauma bleeds through my pen in fact and fiction.
My Poetry, my love
My Poetry, my life
My glove to touch
Peoples hearts
A friend who never judges
The one who never hold grudges.
The love I have for you divulges
how you've been good to me.
Poetry, my voice to the nation
Poetry, here I'm your station
always visit, there is no ration
You in me produces a great sensation
You made me believe in myself
and I believe you taking me far.
In this journey I need no scar
Here I am turn me into a Czar
*Image of American Horror Story Asylum by Giphy.
Asylum
A warning smile occasions expressions,
as an empty room indulge blank faces,
a sun divulges unannounced to stares,
as closed night eliminates stargazers.
As closed night eliminates stargazers,
a sun divulges unannounced to stares,
as an empty room indulge blank faces,
a warning smile occasions expressions.
2020 August 09
Spinster life seems paradise..
whilst married life divulges purgatory..!!
~DEEPA~
For years it had flown through dim canyons,
hollows where the mute sheltered in echoing caves.
Poems shifted loose and gearless.
Words darted for cover as if caught
in an empty bell tower.
On tongue-chilled days it would croon inarticulately
as it sang beneath jawbone rafters.
Then one drunken night I felt it clearing its windpipes,
coaching a squeaky organ into yawps of utterance.
I can see it now, a raw unlovely thing,
a creature hammered through gurgling fissures,
grown stark with a transpiring clarity.
I would mislay it like a lost penny,
go crazy to find its untrod trail again,
then it would return like a tramp begging at my door.
I hear it knocking now – a homeless angel
eager to shed the next paltry revelation
in a foundling language.
No longer is it a chance sighting,
no longer a luminous flutter on dark walls;
it is red of lip,
a painted vowel in my unbolted mouth.
A mouth that now divulges,
and sometimes in a dull turning year
may say something worth transcribing
for the ears of other madmen.
I throw it out then bring it back
A somewhat hoarder, I have that knack
I keep in mind the things I love
Then store them back within my hub
A sound of music a touch of scent
Allows nostalgia a place to vent
A memory made or thought perhaps lost
A junkyard backpack on my forward path
When on the surface I dig down deep
To find a memory within my fleet
The ones I pull have high impact
They keep my emotions right on track
Such days are downs until they’re ups
My conscience divulges outward puffs
From childhood reflections to adult recap
I reminisce from my junkyard backpack
Date: October 23, 2019
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
I stand like an inverted portrait on your wall
Bollixed Like a lost wallet in a mall
I remained Glued to you all day and night
Like a scabbard to the waist of a knight
Your inexplicable uniqueness got me riveted
And leaves me feeling complete like a script that has been vetted
The sun is full of envy of your brightness
Even Your shadow divulges your uprightness
Your smiles makes me feel like the clock has stopped ticking
And energetic like a baby in the womb that's kicking
You are the moon, I am the night
In my darkness hour, you are my light
#PoeticLord#
(c) June 2019
Chaotic rain divulges errantly
how can this be God’s poetry
it plunders like a tsunami
the Devil’s masterpiece
How can this be mercy
torrent waters surge
floods creating oceans
inescapable drowning
Each rain drop becomes louder
caught in the line of fire
no escaping the bullets
tranquil peace destroyed
Peaceful melodies are lost
storms reflect unpleasant music
senseless evil heavy metal lyrics
no purpose – shouting and screaming
Doused, drenched, engulfed
suffocating – soaking strain
where is Noah and his Ark?
Will this barricade conclude
The Silent One
Originally written 7 January 2016
Repost: 1 January 2018
Millipede. Multitude. Millionaire damson. When elevation is caused by an unauthorized z code a b could be an m an an m could be a t or an a so please do not throw coats into the weirs. Especially in snow or sun. As yet a vehicular version of a pavement has yet to be classed as a g curve. But planting playing piccolos but a clock timed cluck is as useful as a cartwheeling crab on an ice skating rink. Haha sail nor sink. Division divulges data derisive design. And the smiley smiley cat. Purring. Plentiful. Pleasurable. Xxxx bouncing bopping booming bacon.. And division is neither a derision nor a diluge. Hahahaha and a cake. Hahahaha and a friendly reminder off a pickled caper. A quiff is a quaff in a quantitive quagmire. A tangerine now on a trampoline. Wow. Bounce. Bouncy. Vern Vorster virtue. Xxxxx molecules of molluscs are mandatory minions. And a mandatory man is not a male nor a tan. Ridding riding radio. Xxxx hahahaha and a dolphin donut arch. But no treacle. Just tape. Hahahaha and feel good a fragment. Xxxxx z z z and a p y q and obviously its time and date and correspondences and correctional xxxxxx distillation z
Millipede. Multitude. Millionaire damson. When elevation is caused by an unauthorized z code a b could be an m an an m could be a t or an a so please do not throw coats into the weirs. Especially in snow or sun. As yet a vehicular version of a pavement has yet to be classed as a g curve. But planting playing piccolos but a clock timed cluck is as useful as a cartwheeling crab on an ice skating rink. Haha sail nor sink. Division divulges data derisive design. And the smiley smiley cat. Purring. Plentiful. Pleasurable. Xxxx
Her lustrous skin captures his vision
He gently carves his desire on her
The foreplays of word begins
As she divulges the door to heaven
Bewitched by the color of her moonlight,
he bathes within the salt of her valley
The mystery behind his curtain of words
Is unlocked by his divine mistress
His heart races when she silently meets
the poet of her sensual dreams
As he traces her beauty with his fingertips
Ice melts on her crimson lips
And the foreplays of word begins
Thank you red for sharing pens
A Collaboration With Red Fiery and Liam Mc Daid| Year
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