We are two flames,
Colliding and clashing,
Eroding our names,
Each other, slashing.
Merging miraculously,
In some eternal timeline,
Vowing velvety love variously,
Flowing and floating as fine as wine.
My hand longs your hand,
Our hands meet and then
We turn into slipping sand,
A poem by a perpetual pen.
My hands are cold,
Struggling to keep hold,
Your hands are burning,
Holding and yearning.
My eyes, as silent as cold night,
Yours are loud and alight.
"What are we?" Asked thee,
"Pretty paradox, you and me"
Said I, ridiculously.
You, it's you, I admire thy worth,
Prettier than ethereal earth,
Beauty reaches its zenith
When men are in love,
Shinier than the stars above,
Alluring are the men in love,
Dreamier than a divine dove.
Appealing than ardent Adonis,
Men in love are a beguiling bliss.
Bewitching beauty that makes
Coy even the luminous lakes.
Swains, beauteous boon,
Ravishing than the beaver moon.
Categories:
dreamier, beautiful, beauty, deep, longing,
Form: Rhyme
We set off at daylight, meandering toward clock tower bridge.
Fog made the day seem dreamier than it was, for sure.
Silver hot air balloons helped light our way, as it was not light.
Golden goose appeared an hour later, to help us along.
We sang a silly ditty as we marched with our walking sticks.
My sister and I were in the best of moods. We loved this place.
Silver mountain appeared first, it was climb-able, luckily.
Puddles of clock faces were exactly where we had left them.
Two years since we have been here we said to the tall clocks.
They began chiming with pure happiness that we were back.
The home of our births, the clock tower bridge. We were so happy!
Joy came in silver and gold blotches, the sky even smiled.
Categories:
dreamier, travel,
Form: Prose Poetry
Of its kind it is biggest of all
And its presents moves my very soul
It is a tree colossal and tall
It is a tree of life that will never fall
The moss runs deep like layers of spirit towards the top of the tree
It covers it head to toe with divine majesty
From higher base grows it’s all encompassing theory
From that base force beyond continuum of soul states its supremacy
In the trees boughs wind whispers like time
Being beyond it makes the tree sublime
The mathematical nirvana yields magic of the prime
The hidden essence of life is written in this rhyme
When icicles cover the tree in winter
They wrap its visage in beautiful crystal armor
When sun beams hit it they shine like deep amber
In spring tree grows green shoots and its spirit becomes even dreamier
Categories:
dreamier, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
She's just a plain
good old country girl
never complains a lot
doesn't ask you to buy her the world
riches silver or gold
just wants to be loved
a gift that cannot be sold
such a sweet and loving heart..
Smooth talking southern drawl
words spoken peaches sweet
down home girl sexy swing and all
countrified and country fed...
When I first met her
my soul took shape some song
her energy playing master violin
a tune so pure and so strong..
My lady wears perfume from her bower
so lovely inside and beautiful within
country girl the dreamier flower
my soul in rapture above all earthly sin..
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Categories:
dreamier, beautiful, girl, love,
Form: Free verse