Long Citrine Poems

For several years I'd worked as a life coach, assisting clients day by day,
Like blazing colors in the shank of the evening, chases deep blues away.

It was an occupation that I enjoyed, as helping others...

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I was pretty talkative, and spent all of my days chit chattering,
Like galaxies of glinting stars, all the dark universe scattering.

I was always on the move, and loved cacophonic sights and sounds,
Like the deep thrill...

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I belonged to a family of farmers, we had farmed for generations;
And we were true to our land, as blooms loyal to sweet sensations.

I knew the fierce satisfaction, only derived from working the land;
And sometimes...

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 O beloved rose in my 
  garden of fairy-lamps,
would you bloom in hues of stardust?
let the daffodil moon 
  envy this fragrant field of 
immortal lyrics~
for I’ll treat you with kindness,
 scatter...

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M o o n is a rose quartz pearl,
     unraveling midnight musings,
                  glazed in...

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As a writer of fiction novels, I positively basked in my work,
Story ideas lived in my head, as blue stars at twilight lurk.

Yes, I was a successful writer, and had many zealous readers,
As vee shaped...

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seasons keep m o v i n g 
 and s w i r l i n g
memories keep f l o w i n g 
and s h i f t i n g
through...

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I lived a quiet but active life, packed with brilliant sparkle and warm shine,
Like devoted lovers strolling under the captive moon, sometime after nine.

I was the manager of a jewelry store, with a number of...

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                          Deafening Silence

we live in a world juxtaposed 
  ...

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“I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace we feel God’s heartbeat 
What else does there remain for us to realise” Unseeking Seeker

When the sun and soul  
speak in seraphic silence,  
I...

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I was a passionate, aspiring musician, striving quite hard to be a success;
As nature lovers try hard to succeed, at living where pretty flowers press.

Rosy days teemed with activity and planning, bold plans of runaway...

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I've always 
wandered in 
venus' orbs, 
searching for
the star-seed 
of my spirit that
has forsaken
it spiritual 
sanguinary and 
caged every 
fluorescent flicker 
in a sculptured
sanctuary of 
materialistic
metamorphosis. 

Wondering - 
what am I, 
in the camouflaging
shades of...

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“The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind” Kahlil Gibran.  

I remember being lost, 
...

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 " Misunderstood 
 by my own metaphors, 
traversing the ivory webs 
 of your cunning twilight ~
which tried to mute those
feminine laments within me, 
  I've metamorphosed 
 to a colourless caterpillar, 
yearning...

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As the peacock-sage 
waves of whimsical peace
faded in silence's 
pale watercolors, 
I masked my 
eerie eyelashes, 
with drifting 
angel-mist smog. 
For, I sensed the 
wistful wailings of 
ambrosial lilies, 
encased in my 
heart's crystal casket,...

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Twinkling stars were receding rapidly, as I had always known they would,
When rouge sun touched the eastern sky, to color a whole neighborhood.

The timid alabaster moon was in hiding, taking with him, his native luster,
As...

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I was for long an active art enthusiast, with a special passion for still lifes,
As the roving, scarlet sun, develops late passion for the bustling nightlife.

I was ofttimes in large art museums, and I had...

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"Paying homage to ancestral kyanites, 
      which once vibrated with indigo streams
  in sparks of salient storms ~
   I soar across melancholic mangroves, 
   ...

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 “on an as is where is basis we choose
descent of consciousness into the gross
then we rise again following heart’s muse
higher than where stood, bearing love’s cross” Unseeking Seeker  

I am a silent cypress,
facing...

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When the moon unwraps electric rays,
reflecting honey-gold roses
from Freyja’s chariot,
emanating spellbinding jewels
merging with magical dreamcatchers,
I see the scatterings of fairy forests~
veiled with archaic, rusted runes,
lost in the tunes of forgotten time,
while this heart hears the
kaleidoscopic...

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"Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see 
dressed in a fantastical dress with  two dappled wings of lace,     
she shone like the midnight sun; 
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical  
sitting...

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I gaze beyond 
the silver winged 
     heart of 
twinkling twilight,
lost within metaphors 
    in warm cashmere
    bows of midnight. 
Whilst lava lamps
  ...

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“we look for that light eternal 
that does not come and go 
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow” ~ Unseeking Seeker 

I flow like silken ripples
through mirrored lakes,
a lotus sprouting from
mountain streams,
soaked in...

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In a world bejeweled 
with tainted trinkets,
and feigned flowers,
we follow the 
wailing waves below 
whirling wind,
like secluded silhouettes,
stranded on the
cusp of chaos,
unable to find the sparkling
streak of hyacinth hope-
between dusk and dawn. 

Perhaps there is...

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Would you cover me in hydrangeas of healing,
 when cold is the heavy air I breathe,
alone without you, beside me? 

O’ magnolia-chime, melodiously ricocheting~
above silent fields of Swarovski orchids,
this lunar-glazed love 
remains my euphonious elixir,
and...

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