Save me a place by your side,
entrapped in your thoughts.
I want to drink the color of your eyes
as I search the path to your heart.
I want to dip my fingers in your beauty
and sketch a portrait of shadows,
intermingled with light, intricately
floating on your love like a phantom.
You’re like a glimmering moonstone,
kissed by golden sunlight,
bedazzled by your skin tone,
as I inhale your caramel thighs.
I hear the sound of your footsteps
echoing through my mind.
Our lips touch in the perfect kiss,
sealed within these poetic lines.
It crept in ‘neath the stealth of sunrise
Easing its way into the shadows
Whispering in an unfelt breeze
Softly soothing my soul
A moment, held in time,
Waiting for my comment
An exhale of thanksgiving
A sly appreciative smile
Spreading craftily across squinting eyes
A distant chorus humming its hymn
A thousand wingbeats
Building the crescendo
Of the Bull frog ‘Harrumph”
The sensation of cool dew
Kissing my bare feet
The sweet-scented symphony
of intermingled flowers
opening their petals
sharing the warmth of morning
as I sat…..rejoicing
celebrating my place
in this awakening
orchestral
performance
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The honeymoon ended two weeks ago
But I still can’t believe we are wed.
Even though we’re in the same house,
Eat the same food and share the same bed.
I still have to pinch myself ten times a day,
In case I wake up and I’ve dreamt it all.
Suppose I reach out and she isn’t there
And none of it’s really happened at all.
But today, at last, I knew it was real,
When I looked through the window and there on the line,
Fluttering proudly for all to see,
Was a row of her undies – intermingled with mine.
be careful what you say
and who you say it to
because the power of the tongue
is serious business.
Understand this,
when your thoughts are verbalized,
here's what happens.
Whether consciously or unconsciously,
your words are captured
in another person's mind,
and sometimes,
your thoughts become
their thoughts.
Now when those thoughts
are spoken elsewhere,
somewhere down the line,
they're transferred
to another person's mind,
Intermingled with other thoughts
that person heard
at some point in time,
so on and so forth.
In other words,
sometimes,
it all starts with you
So be careful
not to be talking loud and saying
nothing,
because somebody's listening
to what you say.
So think before you speak
and be careful what you say,
and who you say it to.
Silence fell and all the world stood still
as towers crumbled down
with hopes and dreams to
smash upon the broken streets below.
Birds no longer sang.
The music of the streets
was murdered under clouds
of dust that choked the
air from gasping lungs and stilled the blood.
A moments calm before then sound rushed
back in symphony of screaming
highs and crashing lows,
discordant in its first chaotic riff.
We held our breath.
Believing time could never bring
the harmonies back into
lives so shattered and bereft
by such a deed as never 'fore was seen.
But music heals.
And if the turning of the world
brings forth new melodies and form
in intermingled compositions,
we can sing again.
Then once more we can hope.
And where the music stopped will ever be
the centre in which dreams begin anew
My dreams are partly cloudy
Intermingled with a passing breeze
Cold shadows dancing in past passions
Harsh words unsoftened by time
Echo in a dusty chapel
A gentle touch soothes the darkness
A kiss left on a pillow years ago
E clipse of the sun mesmerizes us
N early blinding awestruck onlookers
I dle gossip intermingled with tall tales
G argoyles whisper them in gardens
M aestro orchestrating seasons’ dance
A nd above reigns a sky that rules our world
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The sky and sea intermingled as a mist evolved.
Soon a moon appeared surrounded by tiny stars.
From the beach, a whisper of awe arose, all wondered
Onlooking the misty phenomenon of a beauty rarely seen.
Night fell and some bathers rested on the sandy beach.
Could the sky kiss the sea, most wondered musing a lot.
It was a sensation of wonder and mystifying occurrence
Yet finally most lay down into a deep sleep and dreamt.
A summerlike breeze swirled around them prodding dreams.
Most wondered what could one find beyond the horizon.
Many felt that beyond was a void, others dreamt of sunken ships.
But many dreamt of fantastic beings that hovered around.
Soon the sun rose from faraway. Ships sailed placidly
And on the horizon, a cruise ship manoeuvred to far off lands.
Written By: D. Collins 5/8/25
After tariffs upon the world an American Pope is elected.
Does it have anything to do with how we're so disrespected?
Maybe it's the world's way of trying to reign Chaos in.
While Chaos will expect the Pope to personally visit him.
Does The Pope have knowledge of the petafiles within the church?
Did he participate or look away, for fear of who it would hurt?
Oval Office visit plans are most likely currently underway.
Chaos must have that photo shoot to add to his resume.
Religion and politics are intermingled during these times.
We've had a week of Pope coverage, while Isreal takes Palestine.
It kind of makes you wonder, where has the Christ Love been?
Those deported and dying just happen to be of darker skin.
Another Spanish Inquisition of adopt my religion or die.
The only difference is that it is twenty-twenty-five.
When Chaos pics with a Bible and The Pope.
The world's People of Color really have no HOPE!
Thought streams manifested the dream,
Where shadows come alive and voices gleam,
I was both subject and object there,
Meandering through the domain of endless air.
Methinks things are not what they seem,
A ruffle inside a larger stream,
Which specter do we reject,
When does truth itself seem circumspect?
The dreams pile up like veiled morning mist,
Their world vanishes with a gentle morning glow,
A mirrored hall where dancers perform various acts,
The reality intermingled with false escapes.
In dreams within dreams, where does it end?
Does waking mean we comprehend?
Or are we all but fleeting schemes,
Forever lost in nested dreams?
SEURAT GRANDE JATTE EKPHRASED
Colour intermingled
divisions
juxtapose
&
complement
a supposed
‘as is’ moment
dot..
by dot..
promenade
activity
frozen forever
patterns
from
points
viewed as a whole
beauty
revealed
white
visible between
little dots
frozen forever
in
intermingled
completeness
as our eyes
fill the
gap
static light
making a point
DIVISIONITA degas signac
superimposed
shimmering
scumbles
of tone
shades
juxtaposed
pastel optics
in
parallel pigments
intermingled
closely
aligned
blended
spectrums
of
elaborated
illusions
foreshortened
Under the ablazed ashes of my burnt hope
Over the lifeless corpse of my freshly died dream
Above the ninth sky's dark blue pasture of gazing angels
In the midst of paradoxical existence of reality amidst final death and rebirth
Like a newly built fine road in the middle of meaningless miles of a barren desert
I am thinking of writing a poem
Once a long time ago, I was dumbfounded by complexity of my intermingled thoughts
Once a long time ago, I lost the way back home
Once I held on to my mother's arm until I shouted and screamed
For the longing of the peace of ignorance gone far away
Lost in the jungle of philosophical contemplation
I am here lost, thinking
I am thinking of writing a poem
For once my life brightened for once it darkened
Who am I ?
When will I meet The God ?
I have millions of questions stored in my tiny pink flesh enclosing my infinite mind
Who ? Where ? From when ? Till when ? And the greatest of all, WHY ?
Until then I am thinking
I am thinking of writing a poem
I HURT inside because
My country is not healthy.
My HURT does not cause me to
Be unhealthy; nor does it diminish
My patriotic zeal. In stead, appealing
To the source much higher than anything
Else that I could bring to the table, my
HURT rallies me to pray more for my country.
When my HURT is allowed
To be intermingled with hope
And touched by God in prayer,
There is the prospect of a river flow,
Or waves of resolutions rushing to the
Shores like ocean tides and filling my heart
And soul with expectation. And therein lies
The anticipation of my nation's healing.
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