Long Intermingle Poems

Hi sharing a few of the comments coming onto my page will post more in later days ---!  Love Always from Joyce Faure to your reading space God bless you very well also in...

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 Was privileged to have sedentary on the seashore in seraphic poetic submersion;
 the ringing sounds from the distant horizon made me entirely lost in  speculation;
 when the sounds of waves from far nimbly...

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Forever, our love lingers in the air all around -
The smell of fresh paint lingers in my nose, in the air.
Crisp sheets lay smooth untouched with hospital corners.
I dreamt I held you in our bed.
A...

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Under a tall cottonwood tree that grows along the curb...
  two burly men stand next to a giant truck, and smoke one last cigarette...
          ...

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>Back to God, as time passed I'm sure you know.
The rock was named Earth, just so.
Money evolved everywhere.
Fighting killing, God did despair.
Some people still turned to God.
But he left us to onwards trod.
Okay, he is...

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Eyes so dark, almost the color of an unending abyss, many have swam in their view but none that she will miss
Not the way that she misses the one, the one that made her shine,...

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My Lark, whom I plucked in the Dark

Alouette, gentille alouette
Aloutte, je te plumerai

Alouette(a) we are all a wetta
Alouette(a) I will pluck you dry

Pluck you dry, pluck you dry
Ben oui,  mais ben oui,  lets...

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In the land of silvery mists, where dreams touch the ground,
A being-abyss struggles, wishing to rise in docile flight and facing a deep fear,
Striving to be a fruitful field, the most fertile version of its...

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In the beginning it is just a lovely cloud
Collin comes across her in the coffee house
One of his friends calls his attention
Look, your mom is here, let’s go elsewhere
A descent of birds pecking at his...

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Aging woman stands on the precipice betwixt birth and death reflecting upon her life.
Bereft she sometimes feels when reflecting upon her life.
Crying, she succumbs to silent tears, her accumulated ocean of brine trickling down. 
Dreams,...

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You've been lost along the equinox 
of confusion's bitter myriad
Although, you smile, there is a trace
    (somewhere in the languid night),
of emptiness, turned bronze, instead

We'll take a walk, beneath the limbs,
in filtered...

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Scarred and Blackened

In Tasmania’s rugged but scenic South West
Lies an ancient land of pristine wilderness
Protected by a World Heritage Listing
An eco-system a thousand years nesting

A land of Aboriginal spiritual dreamtime
Where rare native flora survives, like...

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(select all), (delete)
  that's sometimes the feeling of a reflection
    the notion of who you are brought into
             ...

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Society says that what we do is wrong
Their thoughts intermingle subconsciously in our minds
Who’s to say what is wrong and what is right?
The pills dairy doe-boy in the white collar preaches conservative ways to the...

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A tender smile, a fleeting glance,
Eyes that meet to touch the soul,
A beating heart, a breathless breath,
A deepened sense of something whole.

(A tender smile, a fleeting glance),
A need to please and give of self,
(Missed beats...

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In the yard next to my house, 
I often spy a small strange pretty woman
watering her bougainvilleas.
Trails of rosy pink and white intermingle 
along one side of her ancient house,
where they drift down to the...

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TODAY’S WOMAN

A column can scaffold a back that is enervated.
We as women will burden ourselves with hate.
That is we will take on another’s disintegration.
All in that business is a mess.
It becomes our plight to fix.
We...

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The dreaming self of mine, coagulate
to form an image purely supreme
to intermingle all my mellow thoughts
and create a thing above all.

The senses are most absorbing
and are getting each thing perfect
blending each thing to their mighty...

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I eat "Ice Cream Castles" from the air
Now there are no clouds anywhere
The Ice King sits upon his Throne
No Queen for him he's all alone
Within blue skies the world is clear
I stretch my hand to...

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When the darkness finally consumes the remnants of my mind
Oh the broken pieces
They struck the floor this morning at dusk
Cutting my toes
Leaving butter and blood to intermingle
Like cutting away at human flesh
To match this unreachable...

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You start out green and new, as a brand new shoot, nurtured by a ‘Loving Mother Tree,’ and surrounded by lush, growing sibling leaves all
In relative, naive Harmony.
You mature and grow into The Most Beautiful...

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In response to Rudyard Kipling's poem, IF.


Unless I see the future of what is to become of me,
Unless I forget the past and think of the future;
I can make allowance for the life I am...

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When you acquiesce to love,
passion erupts into flame. 
(I miss you like the desert
misses the last drop of rain.)
And desire won’t be ignored,
despite risks of pain or shame.
(For when you left on that day,
there was...

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While doves flutter, dying words whisper
Silence becomes haunting and Angels sing
A lone filtering light, a soft glister,
casts a fleeting shadow from dove's wings

As this arrowed light pierces the dusk grey,
on bended knee I pray for...

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I know, my child dear, you are growing up physically,
Your mind, I see, has been developing quizzically;
As your flesh and blood, and bones intermingle in your growth,
Shouldn't ethically fine fiber become your true troth...?

While respecting...

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