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Alone candle flame
Burning into the night
Burning deep in the heart
The endless dark
Waves of ink crash upon
This island of illuminated shores
Bleak hours of lost sorrow
Love nevermore
Wings of shadowed sparrow touch, not evermore
Emotions grow forever
Narrow
In a flame alone
In the darkness of its design, forevermore
Burning, burning bright fighting the night
Perched about the thin window sill
A beacon to the lost world
In tomorrow not all is quite not all is still
Sits the raven evermore
No one knows the shallow of will
Its flight driving the engines before
The raines far from the burning hot core
Before the storming of will
Longing for something to adore
To keep a light a candle
This island of lighted shore
A flame far far from the rains of night
Before it starts to wonder, wax, and wain
Tilting, flickering, dancing, dying
In the cold wind
Smoke arises
out
out
silent sentinel flame
a beacon of fire in their oblivion of night
Curling up
Breaking away
Dwindles this flame
The night smooth flawless hue rushes in
Endless as oceans
A presence near as a heartbeat
Gossamer as ink splashing against optics
Sorrow vast and black
A flame blazing burning out fast
the ebon dove cover thy eyes
With dark silky wings
As an alone candle flame
Burning into the night
Burning deep in the heart
Struggles against
the endless magnetic
enigmatic pragmatic night
Waves of ink crash upon
this island of gleaming shores.
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Looking up into the beautiful blue lit sky, we see the stars
and in gratitude we begin to admire the shine that glows
out more brilliant then a thousand candles in the dark.
Within the distant galaxies the glimpse of a constellation
is more dreamy and ethereal then the imperial flawless
blue diamond. Adhere to the sun as it enters your mind,
with its power of positibility and rebirth. It is the only known
star in our galaxy which is not part of a constellation.
It operates solely on its own energy and God given power
Take your mind up the ladder of ray, until you reach the
totality of your solar mind. Bathe in the peaceful presence
of the angels and all the members of the Celestial totality.
ours souls are travellers and need to explore othe dimensions
If we steer with rightful thought and thinking, we will create
a space where healing, love and compassion can co-exhist
here on earth , as in heaven. Blessings, from my home to yours.
Namaste
Picture a man, showcasing his sandcastle to the sea.
It is crafted with perfection,
each grain of sand like a flawless soldier in his rank.
It is a rising skyscraper of luxury
amidst the sand's flat glare.
He runs to the water's edge
and calls to the sea,
waiting for the seafoam to wash gently over his feet.
But they never did.
Idly, the white crests sauntered away in indifference,
sometimes approaching like an old friend,
sometimes retreating like a sworn nemesis
but never did they seek out the man.
Eventually, beneath the moon's soft glow,
the chilling tide reached out in convenience
and without a word of thanks,
pocketed the sandcastle,
sweeping it into the depths with casual ease.
And though the man wept
for the loss of his creation,
he vowed to one day venture across this callous,
wild being
if only to see
if its actions were one of ignorant routine.
If truth had a color,
when twilight bleeds
burgundy rivers,
you’ll find these garnet
eyes pleading
to be heard through
poetic sunsets.
For I’ve been swirling
and twirling
through nomadic illusions,
like a goddess of
thunder with a tiger spirit,
never letting go of
the history of hurt,
left by the unkind mind
of inhumane humankind-
which throbs deeper
than the sharpest thorns
in peacock feathers,
that I’ve danced to -
in flawless frequencies
amongst abstracts
of an architect.
If truth had a tune,
It would be too ferocious
to be unraveled,
the kind of fire that
dares to burn,
the hellish tombs of terror,
constantly pushing
every contrasting dream
to be feasted upon
satan’s last supper,
painting every salvage sunrise,
with strokes of petrichor scent
dipped in astral rain-dreams.
As I’ve been the
queen of the night,
longing to soar
across the horizon
where unconfined
eagles and golden dragonflies,
shall tranquilize
this publicized heart caged
as a motionless mannequin
in a glass mansion.
If truth was covered in furry skin,
to glaze skeletons veiled
beneath crooning clouds,
it would be the beginning
of an unstoppable ending,
of an immeasurable
brokenness resting as
irreversible numbness.
As I’ve seen storms
brewing bruises
through seas of sorrow,
amidst illusory lakes
of rose quartz,
streaming down
emerald hills,
hiding the grotesque
kingdom of fragmented gates.
But what if truth
never was a matter,
as it’s all but mere myth
floating along golden ripples
in a pool of sentimental stars.
What if truth was
once a maiden in distress?
What if truth was
once a shadow in search of light?
What if truth was a fool
hoping to be dressed
in dancing dandelions?
what if truth is what
has got this onyx heart on fire?
Perhaps, truth lays in
the arms of a clock,
waiting for it’s turn
to make time stop,
when lovers destined to meet,
rebuild chess of life in ruins,
as footsteps on
glistening glaciers
reveal the secrets
left by snow angels
leading us back to
an unbreakable moon affair.
Your warm smile and flawless face
Reminds of the blooming early morning pink Roses
Those shapely legs like the slender stem of the Hibiscus
You are fair and fine like the Daffodils on a mountain top
Bright, bold and brilliant like Sunflowers in an open field
Confident, carefree and chic
You are my Morning glory, my perfect aphrodisiac and
Like the Bird of paradise, you shine in a million beautiful ways and touch my heart in a billion other
What can I do without you?
My precious and beautiful flower girl
I dedicate this poem to the beautiful and ever graceful Maureen Nwaokolobia. You are truly an angel living among mere mortals...
Expressions
Yesterday I wrote about observing facial expressions
so much can be said of the unsaid, where a smile often
it is a shield against the hurt of loose, unscripted words
AI, suggested it could help, I let it help, but the result
flawless, I must say, was no longer what I wrote
AI suggested I should alter some words to sound
more positive, overlooking the slight hesitation of one
not sure he is right, a lack of irony which I think is vital
in our daily life
My article about facial observance was no longer mine
it had little to do with what I was thinking at the time
I ask, how does AI know what a correct expression is
Dreamtime realms are the laboratory of the wise.
This research compound, where DNA was discovered,
produces our collective future.
A wise one learns at the college of dreams and
progresses down the highway of success.
The fool claims that they’re only dreams;
ramblings of the imagination.
The earth plane is a haven for fools;
a wise man’s nightmare, where logic and
reason are locked away from daily access.
Dreamscapes warn of the fool’s carelessness.
Planes fly themselves, cars drive themselves,
robots care for the old and infirm there.
The fool mis-interprets everything.
The wise man sees the dreamscapes message…
Planes crash, cars burst into flame and
robots crush the bones of the elderly and
thrash the infirm.
A fool never realizes that fallible humans,
will never build perfectly flawless machines.
Fools never remember the “Titanic”; they just keep on rebuilding it again and again.
When will the fool decide to learn?
The wise warn, but are rarely able to help the fool;
thus, the world stays in chaos.
Dreamtime labs are a human safety mechanism.
It’s too bad that most people ignore their dreams and
leave the wise, despite their best efforts, to suffer at the whims of the fools.
188.
Hail Queen of All Media
Hail Queen of All Media
Fit for horror, comedy & drama
Thou hold the scepter of soap opera
Thou alone our prime idol
Of rich & poor, masses & all
Cape of charisma to you install
Delight of song & dance
Brilliant of head & appearance
Thou don the train of elegance
Thy awesome aura to public a jewelry
It's rigorous to find thee any awry
Thy flawless radiance is a phylactery
Any man to you shall kneel & bow down
Black or white, meztizo or mulatto or skin is brown
They stand with awe before thy precious crown.
-08/08/2012
*My Twilight Poems Collection
Seductively she says ~ there’s a place I know
Unspoiled by misery of dreaded human woe
Where perfumed winds of amour gently blow
As embers of doting night in moonlight glow
When blossoms of romance fantasies unfold
Titillating beat of yearnings passions behold.
Streets we traverse are paved in glittering gold
With matching motifs on homes ornately bold
Bestowing upon citizens gift of esoteric solace
Resembling kingdom utopian, idyllic and flawless
Exempt from mortal worries, luxuriating carefree
On paradisiacal beaches of turquoise blue sea.
On wings of her charm we roam a magical day
As signs of peace and prosperity lead the way
Where mythical gems glimmer cozy life of leisure
And sensual desires inflame eternal pleasure
Pulsing my heartbeats in rhythms of her glee
Strumming whispers of love she crooned to me.
When mystical fairy scintillates garden of bliss
The land of Cockaigne cheers for a starlit kiss
As two souls cuddle lovingly in heavenly zeal
Ablaze in ecstasy enchanting euphoric appeal
In zest of yellow primrose, scent of sacred rose--
Granting my dreams then discreetly she goes.
November 25, 2020
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 – Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: In Land of Cockaigne
Placed 1st: Your choice (45) contest by Brian Strand
Put away your thoughtless mouth
And remove your foot from the same.
For words in a rush have a bitter taste
When you ponder and you’re to blame
You are awakened to a shining light
That glows into a flawless day
You ponder each step your feet will take
But the mouth can get in the way
The tongue, when speaking the truth
Is a home for understanding the heart
But facts of the counsel will falter
from naughty lips that part
So let your eye lids point straight ahead
Let the nose search out the narrow way Bid the mouth to keep the tongue in check
For you never know what the lips will say