Long Delphian Poems

Emma’s Garden

Flowers of infinity descendants of Divinity florals displaying on Earth
Within their symmetry of exotic imagery guiding love and light to birth
Botanical beaming with Delphian dreaming swaying Oracles of mirth
Upon roses bleeding crimsons meaning pricked...

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Her face launched a thousand verses, into the worshipful waves she immerses
With the mermaids, she converses adorned by many in the ultramarine universes
A star child of the celestial seas her warmth blowing benevolently in the...

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Descending slowly a cherry red sun
hypnotic reflection, a night not begun.
Periwinkle waterfield in saffron graffiti
pearls and amber pink, in a peace treaty.
Over golden sands, Emperor goes to rest 
sky fiddle colors, in sea of vermilion...

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Am not an aesthetic
poet.
I've no apollos
laurel in ode.
Too fragile is my
tongue to tell your
face;
For your look I dare
to speak.

Play me that
Amphion's harp
That in your mouth
dwells
For your sake I
shall be paris
For the Helen's face
you wear
I shall...

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Thoughts inflame as feelings stir
Words simmer yet to boil
Unspoken sparks drift through the night
A pyre still to burn
 
Delphian in its natural form
The smoke a treacherous friend
Words rekindle—lies cremate 
The Oracle on fire
 
As heat...

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Thoughts inflame as feelings stir
Words simmering yet to boil
Unspoken sparks drift through the night
A pyre still to burn
 
Delphian in its natural form
The smoke a treacherous friend
Ink rekindles and lies cremate 
The mind, its woods...

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Thoughts inflame as feelings stir
Words simmering yet to boil
Unspoken sparks drift through the night
A pyre still to burn

Delphian in its natural form
The smoke a treacherous friend
Ink rekindles and lies cremate 
The mind, its woods on...

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Thoughts inflame as feelings stir,
words simmering yet to boil
Unspoken sparks drift through the night,
a pyre still to fan

As heat restores the human soul,
all prodigals return
With hope to melt the frozen dawn,
and free the Poet's hand

Delphian...

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Thoughts inflame as feelings stir,
words simmering yet to boil
Unspoken sparks drift through the night,
a pyre still to fan

As heat restores the human soul,
all prodigals return
With hope to melt the frozen dawn,
and free the Poet's hand

Delphian...

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I wake in a memoryless room
unlabeled and unanchored,
a floating proprioception unhinged
from time and place.

The bathroom has moved beyond the present
it is where it was once maybe.
This room is homeless.

Who walks now out of a past
thought?
Is...

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