scribbling poems in ether
for all to read or seek
fingering no pencils or keys
harmonising Heartstrings deep
trialing verses whisper, stirred
Stand in Own Power, Undeterred
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percussively
I think my way as rhythm
over cloud peaked tops
mountain points like metered dots
and on them stand and pluck, oh see
my breath transcends eternity
introspect
I aim my gewgaw outwardly
to a passing world
and yet it seems I’m not as bold
it searches inward with effect
I am my own play’s architect
meditate
a friend who soothes
who heals at home
I play for me and my ear alone
a remedy of beats I incorporate
in my therapeutic style of late
sanctuary
my sound is that
of a honeyed waterfall
hear breath, it’s grace over boulders call
a harmonising of beauty’s key
be vibrant yet my soliloquy
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Enchanted heart light pulse no rein can quell
Moonbeam frenzy rippling through souls entwined
Dark midnight hour gasp a charmed sleigh bell
Golden whispers permeate our hub aligned
Pearl-eyed lustrous jinx free oath undersigned
We bare toe dash at wishful madcap pace
As eros leaves its comet far behind
Early red dawn passion etched in sheer lace
Spring day mystic zenith, her glow tone face
Closer to nirvana, deep first blush team
Eternal heaven, haunt, or secret space.
Breath of sky rapt tender link’s heady stream
Otherworld amidst engagement ring theme
Doves that skim and coo silver froth afloat
Bright souvenirs en route unveil a gleam
Sensual laughter spurs hypnotic note
blithely fosters harmonising fond quote
Erotic fervour cast your lucky shroud
O'er honeymooner’s trance on dream boat
Line 3
Handsomest man under the Milky Way
Caught me drifting to display
Fashion with a line unique
Blues, Funk and Soul musique
Mannequins with big torsos
Ranges of clean custom clothes
Breathing colours-natural, bright
Resonating rhythm tight
Harmonising lulls repeat
Round a twin of ‘quin petite
Where you smirked and kissed my lips
Touching tenderly my hips
Alluring love becoming image
Destiny tomorrows vintage
Seizing such a fantasy
Artists work of mastery
Somewhere lost in silk and lace
My lover fell within the space
Transforming time to alter more
For my love I adore
Where silence beats the heart within
Louder in transitioning
Passion to evolve again
Dreaming in my art domain.
The sweet-smelling flowers are dancing again;
Drifting, swaying, moving to the music of the wind.
Their yellow dresses lifting as they spin,
On the pure green stage free and well.
Clap clap the sound of joy fills the air;
As maiden walk by further down the path.
The ballerinas in pink shall now dance;
To show off their moves of prim and grace;
Swinging their tiny prideful heads.
Next in line are the flowers of love;
With rose-red skirts and green tops;
Smiling and waving as they sing,
Their voices harmonising and matching the wind.
The two-lipped flowers with different dresses,
Came up next and filled the air with flying kisses.
The maidens giggled as they tried
To catch the kisses the flowers provide.
As this game comes to an end
Can you maidens decide,
who did best and why?
Do not know colossal words and
Grammar not my strength,
To be a pro with much gusto-
The odds for me against.
Though I know we have a story
Each of us can share,
Hence I take part with all my heart
As yes I really care.
To seed good things for life it brings
Responsibility for all,
To co-exist and uplift
Others great or small.
Is what we do, What people do and
Have done all along,
Give to live and live to give
To better any wrong.
Special people round the world
Uniting with their talents,
Harmonising optimising
Love and peace and balance.
We all can learn from someone else
From a testimony and
If we shared the way we took
None would be so lonely.
As the singular life pulse vivifies form, the manifested entity thus energised strangely questions not how it’s heart beats even as it is being breathed automatically, with enablements of cognition and thought immersed in a myriad of illusions, each life pulse prompting its resident awareness within to integrate touch by harmonising and rotating polarities endowed in a seamless unbroken continuum of celebration fructified as transcendental bliss within the spacial heart.
We as reflection
Search Self everywhere in vain
Within the bubble
Alone with a thought, in a void of space,
Alone with colours at night,
Hearing galactic waves of stars,
Hearing a galactical fight,
With soft booming rolls and a quick happy dance,
Harmonising like a fairy of fun,
Becoming a groove of bright star happy hot thoughts,
Bouncing along like a drum,
And then with you gripped she walks to the edge,
Peers to the cavern below,
And allows the music to embrace all your mind,
As you’re engulfed with the “now” of Tonto,
And you think you know whatever you thought,
You feel new but can’t figure out why,
You’re heeled with colours of absolute love,
From those galactic waves in the sky.
Reaction to the poem "My Beautiful Letter Multiply with Others You Make Verse" by James Edward Lee Sr
You are a message
and up Uplifting, you are
You come neatly noted, honey coated
with freedom and truth
Seeding weaving
Alluring words
Inspiring power
Heightening and enlightening
Enveloping everlasting existence
You're a message of love, you You are
The endless fire you capture here
Influencing
Warmth, heat, fire
Fire creators'
Physically floating
You're wondrous doting
Marvellous message you are
Happy Happy happiness brought
Tantalising thought
You're the mighty miraculous message everybody desires
You are the melodious Maestro
Harmonising, Inviting Enlightening
Sweet solace
Ravishing reception
The message of peace and love
Ahh acceptance ahh
All for another message
For the better and better
An up Uplifting message you are.
I wake from a bad dream
Hey there new man
That’s what they said to me
Hey there how’s it been lately?
I stand, look and see
Elvis, Martin Luther King and John Lennon walk on by so casually.
Roy Orbison and Freddie Mercury harmonising with Liberace as the queen mother watches whilst sipping tea
As I walk what looks like on nothing
I see Winston Churchill talking with Audie Murphy as Lewis Collins stares at me
I say hello to Marylyn Monroe or Norma Jean as Tony Curtis politely corrects me
Burgess Meredith tells me to do push ups, James Mason steadies me. Richard Burton drinking with Roger Moore on one round table and on the table next to them John Thaw doing a crossword - difficultly!
I walk on aimlessly as I see Bruce Lee training ferociously. Clark Gable playing cards with Humphrey Bogart and General Custer sipping whiskey with Einstein, Herriot, Tolkien and Agatha Christie - something too mind bending to me!
I walk through some glass doors and a whole world of familiar faces turns to see.
I wake up suddenly.
I sit up and can’t believe how real that felt to me.
Serenade a song bird then. Go on. It's great. Sit in trees or on rocks. Very pleasurable it is. Thank not a tank. Think not a tripod angling in with money. It is never wise to eradicate pollen. And pole axing at discotheques should only occur when the moon is oval and the room is triangular. Format stained is neither a gospel nor a weed. And harmonising with leopard printed heeled shoes displays nonchalance towards your fellow human. So we must all now rise and tango with ten suns, a planetarium and a biscuit tin. Biscuits can be quite good company. Full of character. And baked with breath. Breathing breeding buying bought beaded benign baked breads. And now that fish over there chuckling reading a newspaper. Nothing no one noted noticed needed numbers. And a 8000 foot goat is trotting around to many tunes. Great. Fantastic. Derive not a pea from a geometry set or a musical score. One nil two nil three nil now eat. Good. Xxxxx humanitarian harpsichords. Xxxxx quintessential Z
The didactic duty of a hairbrush is to skim stones at toll gates. But harmonising at a concert of trumpeting elephants is just not audible and therefore unsatisfactory to an inner ear. Peace sign then. Emblematic embroidered embryonic events. Good. A tidal flow is a force field for atomic injestion whilst a wheel whirs. Ignorance is a slug whose portly face is glazed in a stare of a sloth. Capricious and captivating to horse faces with many many bags. Wow. How amazing it is. Simply astonishing really. Aromatherapy of a plant base. Great. Trying taking training teaming tampering trampling trafficking traders. And a large hundred foot daisy with a huge welcoming smile. Hugs from the leaves. Hahahaha and a small darting basin. Xxxx dodecahedron z
Choirs sing out the Christmas stories
harmonising each every word,
rising goosebumps on my arms, as
in silence, angelic voices heard.
savouring each tuneful note.
to bring to us the fellowship of man.
magic of Christmas is a well used quote
a merry one I wish to all I can.
sing be happy and enjoy the moment,
magical scenes of hope and happiness
a joy to all, help sinners to repent
gone are the bitter thoughts and selfness
in comes wishes of peace on earth
celebrate a special birth.
penned 18 December 2015
When you hear the gentle notes that seduce
or the crashing chords that vibrate
leaving your hairs standing on end
and goose bumps adorn your skin.
The sweet melody of a mouth organ
mingling with sharp piano notes.
The screeching notes of violins
harmonising with the wind pipes.
The tenderness that entices
and enhances as a fiddlers
fingers and bow fly entrancingly
all coming together as a whole.
The husky croon of a singer
melding with spine thrilling chords.
This and oh so very much more
is the sheer enchanting perfection.
Surely music is indeed soul food
the bass guitar throbbing
deep inside, whilst heaven wards
the rumbling rhythm soars.
One minute, one hour or a night
Whatever the time
A connection is made
You know it because you feel it
No question or deny
I feel so good inside
Like I glow
Nowhere to hide
Impossible to be blind
Of how you make me feel
You wake me from a slumber
Make me feel alive
Excite my mind
Like lines and notes meet
Harmonising so sweet
Sounds sublime
Friends forever
or both friends & lovers to be
They enjoy each other's company
No facade or hidden layers
Just free to be themselves
No better place to be
Such a life treat
Whether short and sweet
Over time or forever
Once connected
Seek each other out
They are an opportunity
For something special
Two people who feel in sync
Somehow can't live without
Connection complete
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