The Stupefier
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Liquified in an elixir
Of eloquence
I seek asylum
For I am an asylum seeker
Seeking for the one and only true Elysium
But will my eolian language
Be enough and not only
Reach daft ear...
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Categories:
eolian, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Way too soon
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I see the night crawl in. Covering all the colour with dark. I hear the wind whistle its hymns and see trees dance to the eolian tunes and distant dog barks.
The fading light sees the end to so...
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Categories:
eolian, age, appreciation, beauty, dark,
Form: Free verse
Bulletproof Outback
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Numb to sun's torture, scathed terrain
Syphons cynic's air, ribs poised
Statuesque breath stoic barren refrain
Skeletal inertia, rhythm devoid
Famine implore...
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Categories:
eolian, allusion, animal, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
These Seasons Which Sing In Silent Symphonies
...These seasons which sing in silent symphonies,
like the hush of a new age,
like portals to pretence,
actualized to change itself;
The winter wind ---
he who loses his cool to bi...
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Categories:
eolian, beauty, nature, poetry, poets,
Form: Classicism
Sugar-Bad Intention
...1. A heart in need of a permanent home
but not this vagabond in a split shift
who always flunks honesty.
Promises in tonnage but so eolian
forward motion in a reverse gear
yet I am so blind to ...
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Categories:
eolian, boy, judgement, longing, lust,
Form: Lyric
The Poets Pluck- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
...The Poets Plucker….. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Here in my cold lonely bed I ponder my all
I have FEARS in SOLITUDE of being alone
DEJECTION of my love had pierced my heart…..yet
THE NIGHTINGALE...
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Categories:
eolian, pain, passion,
Form: Quatrain
Anagrams For Annie
...You eolian vine
Eve, a lion in you
In you Eve a loin
I nail Eve on you
I lain Eve on you
I you a lone vine
You- no naive lie
A union oily, Eve
Aye, olive union
Yea, olive union
I love you...
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Categories:
eolian, fun,
Form: I do not know?
Little Apollo Eolian
...With what words doth ye describe
thy deep soul,
little Eolian, Apollo?
What ask of me thy plea,
poesy 'darling' to see;
With prim pleasure as a painter
(druid) so brown ...
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Categories:
eolian, metaphor, poetry, poets,
Form: Rhyme