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Written: April 3rd 2024
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How I venerate you, O Lord
In your lens, lenity and levity loom
as a benign breeze
Stars doth glitter in a prolific night sky
Their radiance is a celestial litter
guiding wayward souls to shine
When people slumber, embrace
They heed no calls.
Even gates sealed by nobility
won't disrupt their serene sleepiness
yet I embrace your extol in solitude
In an epoch where time stretches
No flame flickers with fervor
as I wassail on Ambrosian Amber
amorist aflame by zeal and dazes
I spy on myself with an unequivocal shield
Observing an abundance of stars in motion
With clouds skating kindly, hide-and-seek
Through a sky smeared with ink
It's well past midnight
My knees start to quake and aquiver
I had eagerly awaited the moment.
Beneath clay of life
Amidst challenges, beleaguer
I'm tripping and fumbling from a perch
Oh, what a sight...
I fall from my pedestal
Now diminished to creeping and crawling
Our separation has been long
and crave your arcane embrace
It's been ages since
I first revered your ariose divinity
I will never perish asunder.
I grasp your blithely unfathomable lens
I am witnessing the blossoming of canorous love
while I am tangled in its throes
My clangor corpulent return is obvious
after desultory crestfallen
I grapple in agony, seeking mercy
Despite my anguish, I felt forlorn
in need of your diaphanous meed
But you never let me be lonesome
Constantly providing an unwavering glow.
Dulcet shrine dances
A hundred billion mirrors
Elysian pin-sized effusive
Dazzles with an ephemeral glow
Rising in an esoteric mirror
Fastidious gossamer glimmers
Of the divine inveigle
Until you bear them in
How will you realize?
Who resides there?
Elixir lyrics by masters
Churning my impalpable blood
Into jaunt juicy ambrosia.
You grasp my languid state
And celebrate
Wait till I dissolve
Into loquacious nectar
then will drink and maunder
a nebulous nexus was around?
Written: February 25, 2024
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A sun sets in the west; oh, boy, he has gone to rest,
Mama grips her breast in an apocalyptic pain quest.
Each diaphanous creature feeds on crimson land,
Grass on city streets—an effusive sight as we stand.
After the juice ran out, the town turned silent,
Silence, a somber speech—no swoon is violent.
Yet, something has splashed up on the beach,
A man who is still alive but too flabby to reach.
After millennia, a desultory one can fathom,
The chimera, an epiphany of root phantom.
Humanity perished—ephemeral rapt by the void,
Lambent nature likes a vacuum, such a devoid.
Earth purged, and no desuetude of amort era,
Ideal and dwarf beings graze on reddish terra.
Lawns on sidewalks are an emollient reminder,
A vibrant town, now conflate on a flow grinder.
Washed up ashore, just a transient figure,
In a post-man scene—an evanescent creature.
His arrival bestows a nostalgic gaze on the past,
A calyx relic from a world that couldn't last.
The town remains quiet—a haunting hush,
As nature reclaims what was once lush.
But a man on shore is a relic of our fate,
A transient being left to contemplate.
In a post-man script, beshrew a world once alive,
But now, it's just a memory, a fading strive.
The man on the beach, a symbol of our demise,
He gazes at the sky with weary eyes.
Apocalyptic distress engulfs us all,
As we witness the closing, the final fall.
But amidst the chaos, a sparkle of hope,
In the transient nature of humanity's scope.
Grass that grows on city streets is a resilient sign,
Cynosure nature prevails, even in mankind's decline.
Cities may be quiet, but echoes of our past remain,
Whispers of the wind and the rhythm of the rain.
Guarding our defects in a modest manner.
Inspired by the kind commitment of many other
Vividly, pledged to assist those affected by a disaster.
Inspiring Believers about the effusive praise and dedication.
Naturally, express calm and exquisiteness as their main goal.
Generating, maintaining, and strengthening the gift of prayers.
Grace demonstration and respectful obedience.
Organized in oneness, Each minute of contemplation
Deity is blessed. Light will come as you search for Him.
Light Become a sign from Him if you stand along with Him.
Your life's mission will be as sparkling clear as pouring rain.
Grace is God's gift to us via His goodness.
Radiant and bright, He exudes incomparable brightness
Abiding in this love will define your whole existence.
Convince the angels if you can, they will tell you how Minds work.
Embraces all of mankind. He is one God, with love without bounds.
First place contest win
All Yours(Jun 5) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Written May 13, 2021
come by
come buy
eagerly lap
so exotic
this
drizzling
juice
crushed
fruit
sweet to the tongue
sound to he eye
come by
come buy
superbundant
innocence
in
abundance
aplenty
come by
come buy
jouissance
succulent
fruit
crushed
pulpy
to whet
your appetite
let
your
imagination
run
wild
effusive
prelapsarian
with
delicious desire
come by
come buy
take it
as
it
comes
rossettis Christina
& Gabriel's
daydream became reality
his living hell for all to see
his beta,wife and muse
a love,on her death
he was to lose
auburn beauty-
sumptuous clothes
in a stunning pose
with long flowing tress
what she thinks
is anyonels guess
fleeting beauty-fresh
so
come by
come buy
eagerly lap
so exotic
this
drizzling
juice
crushed
fruit
sweet to the tongue
sound to he eye
come by
come buy
superbundant
innocence
in
abundance
aplenty
come by
come buy
jouissance
succulent
fruit
crushed
pulpy
to whet
your appetite
let
your
imagination
run
wild
effusive
prelapsarian
with
delicious desire
come by
come buy
take it
as
it
comes
Written: December 29, 2023
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Mahogany motionless shadows
cast by deceitful sun,
a caterwaul unravels,
coeval betrayal
voice beckons glimpses
—of anguish
within the heart loci,
once pure and corpulent,
now rapt by crestfallen darkness,
bereavement blight.
synchronous with aquifers
Interfluve ferri-crete...
desultory.
A love so tender,
akin to a fragile bloom,
now withered and wilted,
lost in the gloom,
a vow is broken
trust shattered in shards
of diaphanous slogans
leaving behind, disconsolate
heartbreak—real misery abounds.
In magenta shadows
cast by a deceitful sun,
whispers of deceit,
waltzed in the wind,
saffron sun rays
masked the spuriousness
in perfidy of truth,
as a venomous snake—slither
exposing whopper &
taradiddle
causing hearts to wither
In depths of darkness,
truth did reside,
unveiling deceit,
where love once thrived,
a web of lies spun
entangling hearts
in a web of
perfidiousness
deviousness
guilefulness
& flimflam
how the heart weeps,
its innocence lost,
It once held love's warmth
betrayal wound is effusive.
A turbulent ocean
of bereavement
overwhelms this heart
eviscerate...
& in egregious pain
no relief in sight
only an aching hole
despite sorrow
mercilessly embraces
a glimpse
of grace and hope,
yet, darkness...
holds strength
empyreal resilience.
“The further we travel the more truth we can comprehend”—Hypatia
She is amongst the moon flowers glowing
‘neath the skyline she illumes, lilac fragrance
her essence observing as once b'fore as an ancient
the above constellations, predestined
Once more, in early summer thru fall,
at dusk, and for a single night,
she bares the sepal,
a Moon flower blooms
In the evening as the sun sets
her shy soft petals imploding by dawn
For a single night, she'll look upwards,
her visible movement exploding as
Synesius, stems erect alongside,
an admirer of the astronomer,
an extraordinary tryst
Both overarching, seekers,
stargazers empirical, seers linking life and the cosmos
An Ellipse Empress, Hypatia
explores the zodiac feast, a sterling banquet for her eyes,
pensive process and celebration
effusive cornucopia are her sheer delights,
orbits on the locus of the elliptical,
of the planets around the sun
Apollonius astronomy
her fate written in the stars, I believe now
the cold stones thrown,
that crush an unshrouded bourgeois body
nor her exquisite intellect brain,
pleasures a fundamental mind
takes part in, mobs’ mutilation
these the mundane
Her legacy escaped the brutal denial’s
curves (a plane with a cone) her gifts
unlocking cosmic secrets
travel is truth unfolding from beyond,
fateful is an air of unavoidable destiny designed,
baleful, fate unfurls transparently
ere inevitable onyx eyes,
ere eyes castration
The sea-goat navigates as Capricorn
astrologically inauspicious
part fish depths never forlorn
never portentous
The ram’s dramatic energy, Aries
the golden fleece savior of Phrixus and Helle,
So forth never-ending
charted alignments propels
.......It was written in the stars
Booty beats from tomb slapping funkier bass,
rhythms to a spherical time in chic confess.
Slick elegance rhymes to fast timing,
wua wua references clear defining.
Dialog in electronic sound design,
funk happens for all of us therein.
Parliament funkadelic renegade,
riding in that old funky rolls to separate.
Committing funky crime against the state of soul,
mix the funk into the rhythm and it will not fade.
High on funk from the bottom and splendor of thing,
funky release of natural essence within.
Amorphous effusive impulse component,
and sweet sweaty antidepressant.
Ramification in that state of mind to funk,
blues road and gospel bell out of sorrow strung.
I don’t stream a lot of TV
but once I’m in that mode, I’m down
and I can’t get up.
Best pickup line I heard this week:
“You could be my emergency contact.”
A girl recently called me “weird people.”
She was effusive and I was put in my place.
Apparently, good grammar isn’t legally enforceable.
Her friend apologized, saying—and wrote it down.
“She lives on her phone; it’s a claustrophobic place.”
“Ooo!” I’d said, "Can I use that?” She gave me a blank look.
Leong, lisa and I were walking to class when a lone goose flew over,
honking incessantly, like a New York taxi in heavy traffic.
“That must be a Canadian goose,” I said, because my uninformed comments seem forever welcome—and we are pretty far north.
“I know what it was saying,” Leong offered, in her most inscrutable Asian way. Lisa and I waited to hear some Chinese wisdom, but what she finally said was, “Where IS everyone? I knew I shouldn’t have stopped to pee.”
There’s a song that goes, “We got married in a fever.”
That line seems so point-on to me. That’s how it happens.
Not, “We got married with a prenup, hotter than a brussel sprout.”
My Grandmère told me Peter and I will need a prenup, if we ever…
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Songs for this:
Feather by Sabrina Carpenter [E]
Head In The Clouds by BabyJake
Jackson (feat. Josh Homme) by Florence + the Machine
Precursives In A Minor
My dear, you are dead now, and
It follows that the dead cannot speak,
But please dear woman,
Utter however softly,
Your ghostly peep,
For we are your survivors,
Following soon,
As the buoy bell continues to toll,
Way out there in the dark bay.
My dearest one, you,
Now sunken and cold,
In your pearl-inlaid casket,
Your cozy bed of now,
Have found your final pillow.
Well I remember another pillow,
The one I gently rested your head upon,
That damp effusive evening,
When we, unfurled and tussling,
Inside our shadowy room of pillows,
Found a new kind of death.
You said ‘Darling, light my cigarette,’
And I, with cuff links blazing,
Stroked your polished fingers with desire,
And said ‘Of course dear,’
And then you covered yourself
With my rusty chapeau.
‘Is that the buoy bell tolling again?
I can hear it through your breathing, and
Your relentless penetrations.’
No, there is nothing there, except
My dangling tongue,
Reaching in like a bear for the throat.
And yet, my dear,
You never turn away,
You always keep your long silent gaze,
When this dripping candle here,
Slowly fades, as it must.
I