A darkness hovers
A silence whispers
A shadow threatens
Every movement
A choreographed dance routine
Places, places everyone
The new ABC’s
Aggravate
Belittle
Confuse
The new math
One is never too many
And a thousand
Is just the beginning
The new “religion”
A well funded
Burt and Ernie
Puppet show
Everyone is watching everyone
Hovering in a darkness
Whispering silently
PLACES….PLACES
ACTION
TAKE(WHAT YOU CAN)
The Dove hovers
Dusty wings weigh heavy
An estranged silence
Tonight, no visions dance before thine eyes
Tonight, dark clouds obscure the starlit sky
Tonight, the gentle breeze hath packed it in
Tonight, a wall of heat assaults the skin
Tonight, no lovers linger by the lake
Tonight, no children laugh or roller skate
Tonight, a strange feeling hovers in the air
Tonight, even non-believers say a prayer
I am highly entertained
though I see through the window what lies there:
yes, dark cloud hovers above our street
like a piece of rag.
But we admire contraries.
I am entertained because I hear rag -
all about pineapple, reflection,
stoptime, a paragon, a maple leaf.
You would never predict your treasure,
how so many of us listen to it today,
your music downloaded or on a compact disc.
So thanks, dear old Scott, for your ragtime.
I can see that dark, hovering rag of cloud
but hear you, Scott, I'm entertained.
as the Sandman hovers above us
arm around you, bodies relaxed
electrical pulses from the brain surge
my body slips into a paralysis
everything is where it belongs
in the security of next to you
lies more than a reward for the day
i am far beyond mere satisfaction
i am floating in a placid being
waves gently guiding me
i leave with you on the Ameles potamos
the warmth of your kiss goodnight
upon my wedding ring
a ritual so among the beloved moments
you touch me with, fresh warmth at days end
that guides me to slumber
life could not have given me more than this
holding you as the Sandman hovers above
now i wish to hold you in my dreams
until morning brings to me
the dream i love the most
as the sun roars into existence
your lips pressed to mine
3/18 Abilene Kismet
An uneasy truce hovers in the air
combatants tense, no soldier dares
to catch a minute's sleep
the price of that, far too steep
Minutes pass, they feel like hours
searchlights flare o'er watchtowers
The truce so far's held half a night
soldiers curse to mask their fright...
it’s difficult to begin to comprehend
the concept of eternity
when life is bustling around us all
arrogantly pressing and urgent
so full of self importance
sometimes
in rare moments of silence
when the whole world seems asleep
without warning time stops and hovers
i get a glimpse of what could be
the thread of karma
devoid of all illusion
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
I might be sincerely sick of this DeliciousLife when hovers like clouds golden
Fingers pray-like lovers barely breath-kissing. Allow hungry hands eye-thirsty
To touch
please: Your countrysided Curves
Dew meadow puddle eyes
Bountiful bosom bouquet
On this moistly most wondrous DAZE
Two dove(er)s
Two lovers
Embraced in do-or-die
And time eats itself into
A fat belly of jollies.
:: 06-03-18 ::
EPRobles © 2018
The crazy relief,
from feeling romantic love;
Sometimes sweet and
Sometimes sour;
Can neither swallow,
Nor feel spitting out;
In journey to frenzied love,
Experience amazing glee;
An avidity of consciousness,
Allures aspiring beauty,
Feel rhyme coming from it;
Romance is only road,
reaching charismatic love;
Seep emotions through,
Eyes, heart and soul;
And finally keel,
To its alluring pull;
Once the craving quenched,
Begins real sense of love;
Love is beyond imagination,
hovers over us;
As dense murky clouds,
Live for shade and rain to all;
Love is moral lesson,
Learn from stage first romance;
Learn to Praise,
caring, compassion, forgiveness,
peace and happiness,
are major features of love;
Love and oblation are same;
© Sadshivan Nair
Hungry hawk hovers...
The unaware hatchlings peep...
MPlaced 10th in The Natural Thing To Do contestassed small birds chase threat
It gets lonely sometimes
Being the anchor as the empty boat hovers above my head
I visualize peace, try to manifest it
Sometimes I feel like it's almost there
Sometimes it passes before I even know it was
To be divine
I must learn to always be bright like the sun
And glow like the loving moon
To light up my darkness
..diminishing the shadows
So that all is clear
And real
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