I live and love fearlessly.
I live and love fiercely.
I lived and loved falsely.
I lived and loved freely.
I am living and loving fulfillingly.
I am living and loving fantastically.
I am life and love firstly.
I am life and love forthrightly.
I live and love felicitously.
I live and love fastidiously.
I lived and loved ferociously.
I lived and loved fragmentally.
I am living and loving freeheartedly.
I am living and loving flirtatiously.
I am life and love figuratively.
I am life and love fundamentally.
Categories:
felicitously, life, love, lust, romantic,
Form: Quatrain
"Species Nova"
A letter from Horace
today, I read,
he sends his ample
split dichotomy
he’s a writer with
novel ambitions
to shake the world
of reality up a little
make his mark
he will be read
poets are extraordinary
creatures, when extracting
charms and chimaeras
out from their heads
but isn’t that life?
my over self said
sic vita est
sine loco
ars poetica
species nova
from the place of
nothingness emerges
fromless evolution
in laureate nature
stet ante bellum
sine loco
ars poetica
sic vita est
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"He can be lofty sometimes,
yet he is also full of ...
charm and grace,
versatile in his figures,
and felicitously daring
in his choice of words..."
Categories:
felicitously, muse, society, writing,
Form: Free verse
the pyrotechnic poet explodes in
staccato bursts of precise persephonifications
punctuated by poignant phylacteries
felicitously filleting egregiously erroneous assumptions
accepted by the masses intently exercising
freedom from thought
Categories:
felicitously, dedication,
Form: Free verse
Tides are surrendered themselves,
to the gravity of the Sun,
rising-and-falling-
behind the Moon.
And as it sets aside the inevitable,
grace abides in the overt nature, of love,
finding its refuge in the eminent fortune, of things to come.
And so knowing true love is to accept its hand, and dance felicitously, mid its reflection.
What is more beautiful to have, "Perfect" conditional beauty, or the beauty, of an unconditional unity?
Because whether rising up or cascading down, all roads end somewhere, sometime, eventually.
So then, now-I-know ... given the facts, what my choice is to be ... !
Like the tides ... I will live ... !
Categories:
felicitously, uplifting
Form: Prose Poetry