Mystery Imagery Poems

Youth is a deep,
                   colorful green as...

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I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors,
Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour.

Functionality and beauty were...

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Long 'ere legends encountered finesse amidst flairs of passionate cravings,
thereupon, be a period wherein an episode occasioned an opportunity that will be reserved forever.
An outbreak...

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When songs of joy are sung, deep and full-throated,
     Gay lines of cheer blissfully oft' may spring;
but songs sung happily hide...

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I am the banner planted on the hill,
Twisting and flapping in the breeze.

I am the pale bird following the ship,
Over blue waves and swelling seas.

I...

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Immersion of a total being 
And emotions that are fleeing 

With a voice that was not me
I did speak with harmony 

To the majesty and...

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The dream play

May feature a

Curtain of complexity

Drawn over the

Simplicity of

~No-separation~

~Which unexpectedly~ 

May appear

As the curtain~~
...

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Rainbow roses revived 
Rainbow rains rising
Rising of ruby rituals
Rising from heartbeat of lies
Lies with opal wings
Lies betray every crown
Crown of the spiritual realm
Crown of a...

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O great door,
Your suede mist has called me here, 
It beckoned whilst rolling over upon itself towards me,
The burnt ash of your bones shows your...

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 Listen to the 
ticking hands of twilight,
close your eyes,
while I take your thoughts
   to an ivory reverie of 
flickering fantasies… 
there I’m...

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Without a shadow's kiss, 
           How blooms a hidden rose?
Without a storm's embrace, 
 ...

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I was an eminent, solar physicist, like the blushing rose, craving renown.
Each butterscotch morning I drove to work, and toiled until red sundown.

The observatory was...

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hold still …

eventide -
I am a capricious cad among wraiths
waltzing with a mop in a Marrakesh courtyard -
catching stars as they drip with
waxy and wild...

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Victorian ring, 
upon whose finger 
have you been?
The stories you could tell, 
with just a cameo shell, 
a natural wonder, 
your spell I am under…
Portrait...

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Love, what is your query, do tell,
In your enigmatic depths, do emotions swell?
Are you a question waiting to be heard,
A riddle unsolved, a lyrical word?

Do...

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