Long Filigree Poems

His eyes are dark, but, there's still a spark. 
There are canyons in his face.
His lungs are gone and it won't be long,
'Till his heart can't keep the pace.
He's lived three lives, had his share...

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ADEBIMPE

Going through this life at a frenzied pace
It's clear why we call it human race
I saw a piece of carefully gathered stardust
A desire for every parent


Adebimpe, a true definition of Omoluabi
Ornamented with great courtesy
Is she...

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 Part 2
4th Delirium: Lost Souls
Sunken cities , pilgrims peering.. gawking,
squinting eyeballs, blazing sun
Janus facing, shepherds chasing.. stalking,
friends embrace before they shun
Tearooms steaming, tumult teeming.. talking,
lovers listen, poets pun
Broken stones unanchored, quaking.. rocking,
slipping, falling, one...

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In the backdrop where the sun had regally retreated, like a knight of the dusk,
The pipe of time smokes memories onto the face of the sky, lamenting in a sigh.
The clouds, scholars of the azure,...

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Holding hands with Shannon Leigh
Enthrallment consuming me
Trees flex their dusk filigree
Bobbing as if they agree
Pitch blank possibility

Revel in this day's decay
Bemused I should feel this way
Summer blooms share their bouquet
Nature's splendid verve soiree
As we bask...

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I was born in a snow storm,
and for that very reason I seem to love winter
with all the lovely filigree snowflakes falling
from the sky.
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“Time is a gift that most of us take for granted. We get caught up in our daily lives and rarely take the time to appreciate the simple wonders around us.”
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     Silence surrounds me and sounds awaken me,
Incense burning, drifting, and candles softly flickering;
               The flute of...

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When I was a younger man, the ladies fancied me.
I’d beguile them with my smile and winsome flattery. 
“Tell me do you love me true? Am I the only one?   
Do you swear...

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I am proud
And feel I am upon a cloud
Because of my womanhood
As I have found you
Who almost always
Makes me feel so good

From your turquoise ocean
I gather my scented conversation
From your blue sea
All my sincerity
From your...

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Burning snow falls quietly on
cold rusted wire and brittle bone.
An ancient creature looks to the horizon 
feeling is body built of razor wire and old bones, cold,
a delicate tone transmits from on far...
Wraiths walking in...

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Youth
I remember you well
The happiness and the perfection
A lifetime in which to dwell
No worries to block my path
Playing make believe with my dolls
Unaware of the passage of time and age
Oblivious to hate and cruelty
Happy...

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The life of every man is infinite, a canvas stretched beyond the horizons,
A silent theater where the mysteries of the restless being are played without words,
Where thoughts are ships that float on seas of untraveled...

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Some would call me homeless.  I call myself a traveler.  In this city I traverse the wonder of human art and nature's beauty as if the two have melded together as one. ...

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When you arrive at Gibeah of God, where the garrison of the Philistines is located, you will meet a band of prophets coming down from the place of worship. They will be playing a harp,...

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I have a deep true love and bond with winters cold,
born among snowflakes filigree;
though, I adore all seasons that unfold,
it is me-  who holds my life's master key. 
I just love spring and...

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“Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world . . . "
 — Percy Bysshe Shelley
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poets have existed since antiquity
once troubadours travelling to different places
singing their lyrical poems
the poets of...

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Closer now we inch to peek
Our face pressed to the window pane
Reach out? We won't, just gaze oblique
A fool's attempt to ascertain
A solid veil through which we see
and yet through which we will not pass
So...

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OUR BOUNTIFUL GOD

Our God is bountiful because…

Eternal generosity never runs out of blessing remedies
They appear when least anticipated
Popping up – leaping out – capturing the unexpected 
As lost pennies found with surprises bearing gifts
Trembling with...

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“Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world . . . "
 — Percy Bysshe Shelley
________________________________ 

poets have existed since antiquity
once troubadours travelling to different places
singing their lyrical poems
the poets of...

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Inspired by Nocturne in e minor (opus 72, no 1) by Chopin

The sorrow of a harmony 
Never heard by it's intended 
The tears I shed cascade 
In torrents
I can't bring myself to look
Into the starless...

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Beautiful is the "thank you" wrapped in gratitude,
Bestowed upon gentle beings who always weave peace,
Offering their purest selves entirely—
To care with love, with humility, the most tormented
Victims of the suffocating napalm, in our stained world.
Veiling...

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