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For this last poem I choose "I don't know?" and "baptism" since this is old, and that I found that survived the burnings. I no longer write like this, but this last one is more towards my slant like Robert Creeley.
love via negative
it is rumored
in my mind that
i smell the roses
of your eyes, that
i blindly read the wrinkled
braille of your thighs, but
i cannot speak
expressively of
your feet,
and hands and
so must dance
and clap in
instictive
musical
memory.
when i
to you
face
face to
face, to
say, how
can i
say, how
i can't
love
you. then,
well maybe
then, you
will know
how much
i do
Form:
Sing a new song,
In laughing notes of light,
Falling soft as the dawn,
Sighing joy through each midnight,
Feelings glistening like the stars,
Assembled in skies, inspiring…
Playing gentle like old guitars
Reassuring the moments so alive…
Sing a new song,
One full of grace and hope,
Kissed by eternal flames,
Igniting the heart who’ll cope…
With darkness and betrayal,
All the shame of a past
Shadowed by ugliness,
Knowing the melody, so steadfast.
Sing a new song,
Breathed by a soul who glows,
With peace and kindness, stirred…
By the music real love will silently compose,
Music so beautiful and inspiring,
The heart feels like it has been moved,
Brought the gift of tender devotion,
Scattered by harmony that joy has proved…
Sing a new song,
Arise to meet the winds silent gusts,
Whispering through the oaks and pines,
Awakening dreams the heart trusts,
Fulfilling the night’s breathless need…
With a flowing tenderness, the belief
Wisdom showered by snowcapped dreams,
Quietly playing in euphonious relief….
Sing a new song,
In lavender sunsets, painted impressively,
Caressing the skies with bold hues of praise,
Rousing the life with grace so expressively,
Encouraging featherless angels,
Those who need only be known by the gentle
Way they divide moments with light,
Feelings so alive, immense, simply monumental.
Sing a new song,
Pouring like rain falling peaceful
Across the soul who sees the beauty,
Flooding minds, souls, with the easeful,
Sounding more like the rustling of leaves,
Dancing quietly on the autumn day,
Painting the moments, hesitating…
Erasing the pains of darkness’ dismay,
Sing a new song,
Remember the soothing tones,
Intimate like the trembling birth,
Flowing over the smooth stones…
Inviting the soul to flow
With enlightenment who drowns out…
The fears, the tears, the slow,
Easy silence – graceful as love’s fallout.
Sing a new song,
And I’ll sing along – blending voices,
Blending love, so alive –
Like the soul’s light, so many choices…
Will I never know the harmony,
That comes to life for the heart who hears…
Love sung to the heart who believes,
Poetic notes, significant as Shakespeare’s
i am going to sit down here
try this cheesecake ice cream cake
with a dollop of cool whip
listen to the waves crash as i
listen to some oldies from the 50s
and early 60s
i am going to let the rhythmic
crashing of the waves take me
away and nod my head to black
is black by los bravos followed by
jenny take a ride by ole mitch and
those detroit wheels traced by that
song i like called come softly to me
now what is the name of the group
does that little piece of wonderfulness
though i am by myself, my mind is
free and my stress level is zero
i will drink my vanilla oatmilk with
pride and pray for another sunny day
tomorrow
life does not practice perfection,
so i rush in the house when a sudden
starts to fall rather expressively
however, it is all groovy and gravy
after donovan makes me smile again
with that mountain song with the
unsuspectingly funky groove
I recently read a beautifully written article
By a father who suddenly recognize how the excess time he spends with technology
Has negatively affected his young daughter
He went on to chide himself and our culture for being too busy
Wrote expressively the importance of being present to one another
He made wonderful points in an elegant manner
But as I finished the article I never realized that he never said
What he was going to do about it
He didn’t seem to have an action plan
I have done the same thing in my life
I may recognize an area in my life that is out of balance
Feel guilty about it
Even promise myself that I will make a change
Yet never get around to it
It is only when I take time to prayerfully reflect to my resistance
My fear
My insecurity and turn to God that I know I am serious about changing my behavior
.
i thought 'bout sneak'n up
on her
jump'n thoze bonez
ruff'lin hern
down
i did i did
okay
and she thought
i it
were
expressively even
wit
my
click
Color is a unique sensation/,
Color doesn't sense.
Senseless color is.
Is color one way or the other?
Color may not be what it is.
It may not be what color is—either.
Expressively cliched, color isn't always black and white.
Why devil within the lines of this wall?
This is wall the color really is.
Wall color is chosen.
We simply paint here.
Rainbows contain primary color.
That is standard color opinion.
They colored.
We copied them.
Let's re-invent the wheel.
I believe in that.
That re-invent isn't grammatically justifiable.
More descriptive and less coloring; are many other fun words.
Color letters with a new; improved model.
Call it may.
Color it gray.
Say may color gray call it happy day today tomorrow and maybe re-shape yesterday.
Color which way you may.
No amount is required no less no more.
Allow how color now—meow.
Color these blind and laugh in loud without making any such sound found on flat ground color round.
Dollop a scoop of skinny hint belly button lint and glue color to it.
New colors are sluu, slah, vert, Iopa, wible
Shall we double new dripples?
Color isn't tame.
Black is what and white is lame.
Lupa-vert sluu-slah and wibble are what it is.
My personal invention describing details indeed.
Upgraded in colored eyes are now noeen-Lupa skies shooting moon wibble dream.
Noeen pupils iris of opaque euqapo.
Grooped krad etihw...
Confusing when you learn about color.
Trick is allowance.
Tolerate my perception however reverse.
-sdrawkcaB-
11-13-15
Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...
Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while this fat
tend plot of Earthen surveyed terrain
situated over scat
herd modest suburban tract,
(actually yours truly some watt
urbanely sprawled out) at
Latitude: 40.2538 Longitude: 75.4590,
where I sit pat
and think to write
about some reading material flat
touring my "FAKE" status
as king of agitprop for chat
hurrying class gussied up with
artistically crafted rat
tilly done up snazzy razz mutt tazz
(approved by Willard), this expat
lapsed Peterson harried tailored script,
asper previous peculiar
swiftly styled idée fixe
literary unnecessary, rat
tickly tawdry superfluity)
interspersed with dollops of splat
hard logophile, nonetheless gentle
on the eyes, yet feeling totally flat
and devoid of meaning, and quite
convincingly desperate idea this pratt
tilling far amore in the dell doth
expatiate, expound expressively, gnat
cheerily witty, (i.e. hint- please
pretend these humph fat
tickle lee meandering, rambling,
and warbling words) taxing
on mental faculty as bat
tan gruelling death march
physically, when circa
April 1942 Japanese forced
76,000 captured Filipinos,
and Americans Allied
soldiers to march about 80 miles across
Bataan Peninsula (province
in Philippines), where they died
enroute to...during World War II
on island of Luzon, espied
as a spiritual sanctuary hosted
by a knowledgeable tour guide
named Matthew Scott hood dons
genuine (musty smelling)
Tory wig to hide
as an alien alias (from the outer limits
of the twilight zone) incognito
even to himself, and especially the bride
of Frankenstein, who evinces a strong crush
toward said nondescript gentrified
vested gentry groundless thinker with pride
though, dirt poor (at least on the surface),
but deep down rich with
Schwenksville well watered
history harkening back to 1684,
when hoodwinked, jilted and lied
Lenni-Lenape Indians got fleeced
then taken for a ride
this land ceded to (stolen from) William Penn
nestled along the Perkiomen Creek.
LOVE ME LOVE ME NOT
Love me, love me not,
You told me once but I forgot.
You told me before, now tell me again.
It's different now than it was back then.
Remind me with your loving gaze,
just like within our former days.
When we dined, could barely eat,
for playing footsie with our feet.
When taking a stroll, walked hand in hand,
No one prettier than I back then.
Without request, was breakfast in bed.
The words, "You're beautiful," often said.
Fun fragrant baths, opened doors for me,
My loving deeds treasured expressively.
When together alone, the thrilling chase.
Delight for the mere expression upon your face.
May the years never make us each our own,
may passions always remain at home.
May our love ever be, our sacred lot,
Forever love me always, never love me not.
In Calm of Dreams
When we sadly have left the world behind,
how we had lived and loved is what survives.
Quote - poet’s own
* * *
In dreams the scene is divinely serene
my loving arms hold you tightly, Irene
I kiss those sweet lips on your pretty face
calm in the magic of a warm embrace.
Those enthralling eyes still shine, as always
as expressively into mine they gaze
Our hearts beating together in passion
in quiet of night making love happen.
Each other's hand we will tenderly clasp
as we did in peaceful days of the past
Singing songs we knew as we used to do
whilst we two smooch beneath moonlight blue hue.
As we trip and skip down memory lane
we'll laugh and cry as we did once again
Then our lonesome hearts will break up in pain
for you've to fly back to heaven again.
My darling it won't be long, so it seems
in tranquil themes we’ll meet in calm of dreams.
11th May 2021
Writing Prompt - Calm - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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(Words in bold print are a requirement of the contest.)
"discovered mysteries"
admirers in every way passion stood time after time
with unexpected encounters we discovered mysteries
leaving us to want more have more love more
quietly softly secretly
always was affection from afar until that noticed flash
thankful for the slow pace taken on our journey as one
feelings of light radiating in and out grew stronger
expressively passionately openly
securing the meaning of one in a million to be true
the grace of love is what we have what we know
making all our discovered mysteries worth the wait
vividly blissfully endlessly
SkyWatcher
06-20-20