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I remember he wore a dark, blue coat.
But remembering doesn’t mean much.
For a woman like me who feels fluttering and sees flying things.
I remember he wore a light, orange coat.
Then he turned into a traffic cone.
While I stepped into the street.
Nodding my head even without music.
Sound is forgettable.
Screeching cars feel bubbly and tumbling.
A coat of indeterminate color and appearance.
Means that they certainly won’t believe me.
He turned to me in an impossible, head turning way.
Painful, imperceptible.
Nodding along to the music instead.
I stepped in the street at 2:25 pm.
No one knows why I act out like this.
To me, danger is like an asteroid.
Always flying overhead, but I am an earthly boulder.
So danger to me is,
Just like me.
I had a few scrapes and bruises.
As I chased an impossible man.
I don’t think he’ll want to come back around here.
Knowing that there’s a person like me.
flashes of light
fanciful
often ridiculous
ellipses of natural
extrasensory power
ideas
to stimuate&develop
whole views
eccentric
legendary
to see a point
grasp an opportunity
literature
in a figurative
way
this perspective realm
of experience
of emotion
&recurring
physical causation
where plausibilty is never
proof
swirling abstraction
hesitation
swooping whorls
fabricated shapes
evasions
of bewilderment
surface
in gestures
of concession
to tenuously
tease&tempt
in silent scrutiny
yet
arousing
an impression
of indeterminate
conclusions
of arrested moments
to awake
& illume
my view
EPITOME OF EMPTINESS
essence
of
sunburst
spectrum
&
moon-masked
night
argentine
unfurls
buds
of
destiny
designs
petals
of
perfection
of
floral
enticement
unfolding
existential
elegance
esoteric
until
withering
in
vacuity
unaware
of
ordained
beckon
waiting
in
silence
where
I walk
final
mile
merging
with
nothingness
indeterminate
yet
embedded
in
reality
inexorable
of
twilight
turning
to
eternity
for
soul
sated
&
adrift
in
ecstasy
to
anchorage
configured
as
epitome
of
emptiness
embracing
the titular touch
of
sunburst dawn
chromatic
and
moon masked night
argentine
builds
the bud
layer on layer
the blooming design
of
destined motif
opens the petals
painted
to perfection
while
the floral essence
of enticement
unfurls
transient beauty
of life’s elegance
esoteric
until the flower withers
in vacuity
the wilting flower
doesn’t even know
when the call
ordained
would come
with the slashing silence
of
the freezing night
from the abyss
of the gloomy ground
where
it would fall
to disappear
drifting
to obscurity
in the tempest of time
tormenting
I walk weary
in life’s senile path
broken
with trudging moments
depleted
wafting
like desiccated dust
away
from the steps
I trace
in the last mile
meandering
to disappear
at the vanishing point
indeterminate
yet
embedded in
amorphous reality
inexorable
the spectrum
of the setting sun
tinges
the fading fringe
of time
in the twilight zone
turning into
eternity specks
enclosed within
the sated soul
where
I float
in timeless waves
in the bay of bliss
boundless
wandering
to the yonder shore
configured
as the epitome
of emptiness
embracing
I am not a stranger to the dark.
Yes, Im strong to bear the light,
Even if the darkest of nights bark...
The best in me will keep up the fight.
I am with you, dear friendly black--
The land of frustrated loyalists;
Where tyrants rule without attack,
From the few vibrant populists.
If eve was the mother of human species,
Africa was the father of all nation,
Where we started the learning of ABCs
Before others come to its adaptation.
Africa was the mother of Eve,
A land of golds and diamonds!
Reason colonists don't wanna leave,
Rather become civilization's legends.
Real definition of friendship,
Which cannot be found anywhere else,
Started in my gracious township
In which we never have others suppress.
Black! thou have done yourself proud.
What a perfect anti racist!
Thou are so endowed-
A drummer boy perfected a bassist.
Where else does humanity and woman hood begin?
Is there any mother who dares abandoned her baby?
Even under the influence of pure gin,
May be if suffering from the touch of raby...
Black room, dark souls.
Fearless heart, triumphant mind.
Broken wings, flying wholes...
Savaged humans, free blind*
The broad street, daylight illuminate.
The narrow express, moon crystallize.
Populace satellite, leaders indeterminate planet.
Sorrowful joy, all in all I idolize!
The ancient nothingness in undefined infinite cosmos
nucleated into the elements of the universe so unique.
Matter made from the silence of the deep space
incorporated in the core the touch of the celestial essence.
The latent emptiness suffusing the spirit of all entities
embodies the slice of the creator’s ubiquitous space.
In all things that exists as tiny spaces in boundless space,
the fraction of the primordial cosmic emptiness persists
in the fathomless indeterminate depth of the eternal soul,
encompassing the seamless space of derived divinity,
where we need to plunge with devout inner perception,
realize how in the emptiness of the primal space
life can fly in the void vast firmament of primeval bliss.
January 16, 2021
Contest : Musings On Space
Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker
Driven virginal ice blizzard, whitewashed in puddles
Duck fluff repelling vehicle, rabid rain bites panels
Arrival of evening, two fools fuse their first of April
Abode above average, horizon fire glows on angel
Teeming ambition triggers digger, strings gay tinsel
Portrays titanium rays of central star burn essential
Tree bauble shifts indeterminate, Earth resplendent
Pine green needle necklace, spinning gilt pendant
Pendulum bells in tower drop ropes for Crescendo
Concave accolades hide fluidity quit quick Crypto
Presents piled overlapping countdown to Christmas
Car race excel brings adrenaline finish line climax
Sly slit thin grin golden grimace violet sky crescent
Moon's multitudinous kept secrets gaslight residents
Spun line unseen supports sparkling pink accessory
Melted marshmallow molest paste palate pleasantly
Endurance promised swallows doldrums resentment
Enthused level thirty lightning thorn entrenchment
Faithful needing sights sleigh flight Saint Nicholas
Father is growth motivated to bestow future riches
29th November
Twinkle finger, Nissan, NTHUZED
A Distant Shore
Beached upon a distant shore I wondered about my life
Beseeched by solitude all I could pour out was sadness & strife
I reached for something in the distance that looked like it was a knife
It teached me to be indifferent as I knew my thoughts were running rife
Extending out with a notion leading my mind toward the dawn
Pretending that without devotion things are soon to be forewarned
Defending all of the commotion as my spirit lays there torn
Upending my torrents of emotion as I pray to be reborn
Pertinent proclivities that can’t hold onto prevention
Militant sensibilities that keep you a candidate for detention
Indeterminate absurdities that seek creativity for invention
Recalcitrant eligibility’s that defy the next mass organised convention
Incantations of a prophecy that came true far too soon
Lamentation of Sophocles by the light of the full moon
Emanations of soliloquies that are about espoused around high noon
Invitations of proclivity that contrive while I turn up the latest tune
Observations of vibrant conversations while I go without vocalisation
Sensations of reserved consternations bring about the elevation
Emulations of salivation over something close to revelation
Colourations of computations that lead me toward general devastation
The End Elizabeth Moroz copyright
"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
can you hear the whispering? "
Quote by _Constance La France
Sun dust swirls on white wings
in the empty house
The charisma abounds
Past meets in the soul of eternity
even after falling
Days and years of relentless running
the voice of the soul is not buried in the drawer
In the dawn of the sun
listening to the silence within you
in an intermediate phase of something indeterminate
White sophisticated lace gossip
tired after countless days of running
Not in my power to alter fate
Silence was our greeting
28.05.2023
Anne-Lise Andresen
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
- C - Quotes -
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
1st place in the contest
Written July 05, 2025
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I am anchored when I am a garnet,
The mineral topaz when I shine.
A midnight fantasy of moonstone,
This precious gem's spirit is mine.
Emerald ideas are proliferating,
Within the gardens of my brain.
As opalescent moods still fluctuate,
With indeterminate strain.
I illuminate, akin to a glass prism,
When elation continues to rise.
A Sapphire flame symbolizes justice,
Increasingly irritates my eyes.
When shadows start to thicken,
I don the obsidian stones' grace.
And allow the illumination of jasper,
Restore equilibrium in my living space.
Each diamond carries a whisper,
A truth that I have been able to flow—
This even caused fractures in the facets.
Still catching the dawn glow.
I evolved from stardust,
With spiral galaxies to approve.
Should you perceive that sparkle—
You are stardust, companion, and groove.