I heard - that the Sun and his distance
Once fluttered persistence
To the Moon, that her beauty would free.
Through the dark of his absence
Shining still, her florescence
Against the backdrop of stars in the sea.
Chasing day's independence
Bluest skies, fading crescents
As his light forces her to flee.
Let this sunset call those eyes to close,
take a deep breath and release a dream.
Join the montage as the world’s turning,
you add a touch of light and darkness.
Through the process of a few demos,
an ache may toxify your bloodstream.
Embrace all that you are unlearning,
lean back into it no need for tense.
Sprinkle comet dust on your yearning,
become that beacon of florescence.
Line of inquiry:
"conjoined with the whole
we play our life role
exuding a scent
granting love consent" - Unseeking Seeker
How wonderful if like a fizzy drink
we all would sparkle with effervescence
which with love’s divine aroma could link
us all together with the florescence
of a spirituality so sweet
that with great excitement we’d be spilling
over in our talents with desire to treat
one another with love. Oh, how thrilling -
using our life roles to lift each other
as the world’s creator would have us do,
for everyone's our sister or brother!
Life’s burdens we can help each other through
if kindness we show more than simply speak.
Exude the joy and brightness we all seek!
Within the secret sacred shrines of any rose
Dwells a well filled with fountains of a unique scent.
This scent pervades the florescence as each bloom glows.
Though the rose may fade, its scent endures without end.
The fragrance is not on her peripheral skin.
This aroma arises from her spotlessness.
Facing each thick and thin of the seasonal spin
The fragrance finds the inmost shrine's bottomlessness.
My soul is the fulcrum of the scent of goodness.
It's from here that the scent spreads in acts of compassion.
With the unending showers of divine kindness
The stream of scent secretes and flows with dispassion.
Could any rose forget and forsake her fulcrum?
It's towards the lesser-known scent, I Am a Pilgrim.
O lady, banish my monochrome days
and weave your coppery threads into
a dim red florescence of coyote words;
There you stand draped in beige chiffon
against preternatural piety of a striptease sea
continuously playing with Prussian blue pastels.
O lady, gallantly unleash your plump cherubs
and licentious cats with that timeless witchery
of a vanilla Guerlain perfume dart;
Throw a dusty rain-soaked rose, Madame Pompadour;
I am flying into another sugary abyss of setting suns
and Fragonard silks of flickering coral.
Is it the fighting of heavenly dragons? Is it Boucher's
brushstrokes that bring us April showers
and the music of irises and champagne pearls?
The smallest of seeds falls and amalgamates with the earth.
Amidst dust to dust, mist, manure, and moisture gain rebirth.
Leaf evolution, stem elongation, and florescence
With sun-lit yellow blooms, it reaches its adolescence.
Like a vulture, it spreads its wings of bold bushy branches.
Towards giving rest to birds of all kinds, it advances.
From a wheatish tone, the colour of seeds slowly turns brown.
Into globular black painite granule finds its renown.
All these were hidden within these as a seed when it fell.
As a seed yielding shrub, it has many tales to tell.
Adding taste to the food and serving as herbs to good health
Is not a mustard seed a gem of herbaceous wealth?
Divine kingdom, though humble in stature, is marvellous.
To seek this, yet, you asked them, shouldn't each one be righteous?
Hidden from perdition
disguising me again
Final thorn of life’s florescence
trapped within her pen
Darker than the madness
eternity cajoles
The pathway to forbidden fruit
— her masquerade unfolds
(The New Room: June, 2024)
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i'm tuh
'bout
fetch foodz
sum
for
mine propagated
inciterz theirn
uv
soon
bloom
yesss
vittlez
tuh cauze theirn
flush full
flowerette's
florescence
to the
lure
butterfly
the fairest
unto mine
senses
The moon in her fullest florescence
Drifting through the thicket
Hooked in the branches
Whispered secrets to the tree
Shied leaves bent down their heads
And the naughty wind carried away the giggles.
PLACE : 2nd
In Bloom Poetry Contest
Personification poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Date: 01-03-2023
To all that these my words can reach
The weak, the strong, the poor, the rich
I want to let it known today
That I have met a sunny day
She’s light in all symbolic sense
Brighter than the florescence
She’s perfect beyond reasoning
She needs no other lighting
A day has never been this bright
And I have never seen such light
In all my wandering days on earth
I’ve never met such day from birth
And now, to whom it may concern
I want to no longer pretend
You are to me a sunny day
So call me when you get this bae.
Written by Kanu Ekpezu
sakura blooms on the silver branches, drenched in moonlight
EMBRACE THE PEACEFUL LIGHT--
In the ever florescence darkness
I kiss the light with my tongue
As I savor the endurance's
I do refresh my mind
For the perseverance
Crosses my heart
As the raging tears of laughter
Burns my throat
I endorse...
ties slimmer of the light
I embrace the peaceful sight
As I call and live upon the light
1/26/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
S pring in her steps she wanders in wonder
R ecoils in amazement retraces the year
I gnites the haven the Persians call ‘bunder’
N o regrets but resilience beyond graffiti of fear
G ive me hope she exclaims I will not go under
I n the semi desert one forgotten Iris blooms
S urpassing the ruins and shackles of tombs
C risp early morning she takes shelter in beauty
O h Allah protect me while my husband is gone
M y children are hungry for them it’s my duty
I nstil all the love past seasons have foregone
N ever give up the new summer comes closer
G ive praise to beginnings a flower’s composer
S pring might well bring all the Peace we deserve
O n this day with the spring and lonely florescence
O bituaries settled and truce's armistice observed
N o winter shall break her so true to her essence
30th March 2017
There's madness in enlightenment,
preferring darkly recesses of denial
whilst moon descends sensibilities,
shedding white powder florescence
fracturing every crack & crevice,
most days long to dwell
in oblivion, remembers it fondly,
before unicorns and monsters
became real and materialized
taunting duskiest memories
always knew in her bones
that something was askew,
fear and breathlessness
a huge part of her psyche,
on the surface she seemed
to have it together but,
her marrow was aware,
as dysfunctional trembled - -
nagging blitzed neurons,
felt its prevailing intrusiveness
a foreboding presence beckoning
in blindingly echoed vocalizations,
long before time even existed
She lives in continuous disorder,
tucked away within her own reflection
chaos extruding every wakeful moment,
powerless to cease mind-boggling adaptations
Tonight I will write
About light—
With meaning clearly
One of blossom,
Needing no catchy phrase
For illumination,
Nor word associations
With fancy twists
And tightly packed
Lofty configurations…
I simply take off
The tinted glasses of
Dimming,
Polymer combination the
Modern choice,
But I have been a traditionalist
Most my life,
And reveled in the classic
methods
When choosing shading separation
And only lately realizing
Word the flaw
In flawless articulation
Silence golden when seeing clearly.
I will not use
Glisten and gleam,
Gush of azure sky
When floating high—
Or set to earth
Amidst gardens, my brightly buzzing
Idling nature,
More like bees happiest to flit not fly
With their noses—I hope they have one—
Not poke or pry
But savor each nectar-brush
Leaving only sacred dust
The true pollen of God’s florescence
My own favorite roses…
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