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In that timeless realm, O Cosmic Sister, our love at the helm, where time stands still-
our love becomes the canvas,
the enzymes, the film.
Each fleeting heartbeat -a brushstroke, ballast,
as devotion paints the sky "magnifique",
eternal hues, in her eyes, a sparkling dye,
in divine critique.
Forever entwined in the sacred weave, are we,
pointed out
accusingly- for our audacity of being,
Wildren, free.
Fabric of love’s tapestry stretching beyond reach,
the cosmos in our conspirasea.
She tosses her hair like a tidal bloom,
cascading through moonlight's embrace,
embracing his imaginuity.
Each strand a whisper of secrets shared of space,
a dance of shadows in the quiet night,
scenting in front of his face.
To implicate our souls waltzing in our amore',
entwined like vines of image-traced,
growing wild under the stars' watchful gaze,
divine,
wine.
This celestial balance, a paradox of grace,
shines here, impossibly, a beacon in the dark,
echoes reverberate purple reveries -
through boundless time, in everspark, soliloquy.
“Fate’s forefather, the architect of dreams,”
her voice, a melody, a soft caress,
giving golden meaning to her means.
Does she know the power of her woven words, her movement of swords?
He wonders if he’s dreaming,
caught in her wake, a tempest of wonder,
her fluidity sketches contours on his soul,
each curve a promise, a link unbreakable, plunder-
unraveling currents of longing tear.
Her levitation magnetism gravitation pulling him near,
an everlasting tug-gondula through love's deep seas,
seven thunders,
O my Liege, she has pulled me under.
A cosmic genesis, our entwined destinies,
an aurora of fate lights our journey ahead, beaconing-hybrids true, tried.
Lines of purpose etched in starlit skies,
we traverse this dance of time,
Forever woven together in this sacred realm,
here, where moments pause, and love reigns supreme, love at the helm.
Where time stands still, we, at our please,
on our knees
as we feel.
Just a little prick
To all the girls that come to my door
To look after me while I am sick
You walk right in each morning saying
Hi... It’s just a little prick.
Each day you come and take my blood
You helped my tock regain its tick
You calmed me down when I was fraught
With ... Just a little prick.
The dose was high, the problems grew
It seems someone was taking the mick
I was beginning to be afraid of the words
… It’s just a little prick
My belly is bulging all black and blue
My veins all swollen and thick
But you come with your smiles twice a day
In your hand ... a little prick.
I hide in corners saying I am not in
I have letters to send and stamps to lick
But you walk in with a grin so wide
Saying … its just a little prick.
My hubby is getting worried
His dreams nearly all come true
A house full of uniformed nurses
He doesn’t know what to do...
So girls although I thank you
You team has been magnifique
Unless your are called Bob or Bill
You can keep your little prick...
© GG 31/10/2013
Fall season is a favored time of year
when leaves irradiate their aurum cheer.
Custard colors cloak paths with brilliantine
while misty breezes tease the woods to sheen.
A couturière flouncing haute couture,
adorning the hillside with striped hachure.
Rich gemstones of ornate colors convey
an elegance to Her brilliant bouquet.
Wild winds blow briskly and bracingly strong.
High mountain tops lace in silver sarong.
Her splendent figure, festive femme fatale,
reigns regally pluperfect pastorale.
Her flamboyant panache is très chic.
Au fond, She's decisively magnifique!
Habits that lead you to a better life
Act with a great level of confidence
Poise your steps with a elegant touch
Prepare to opportunities shown and
Inspire to explore new abilities
Now is the right moment for beginning
Endeavors that reap magnifique sows
Succeding with the extrenous efforts
Shining like a bright star in the night sky
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1-10-2016
Wondering and waiting
The clock ticks away
Impatiently reminiscing, the memories , feeling pain
This divide i detest
I resent the wasted space
That life has created
You and me , to separate
Many dreams , they surface
They come and they go
Never here to stay
Always , at the ready ,never willing more
These scars, So deep
They blind and they bleed
But not a tear shall you see
Not a sob , set free
Shattered , abandoned
Broken, full of despair
The hunger , the yearning
Just to see you, i cannot bare.
Suddenly as i gaze ,
staring in to space
I see you , just a mirage ? Again ? Or are you for real ?
Afraid to advance
Trembling with fear
Worried you'll vanish
Leaving , me alone my dear
Lovingly , u smile
Arms wide , an invite
Timid, a response
Fear bubbling inside.
I reach beyond the vision
Just a bit more, i see
And then you disappear
Just an illusion
Just a beautiful dream
Tears flow , they fall
Freely , they cant be seen
Shaken and torn
Confused and bereaved.
So sinister , a being
The mind, it can be.
So cruelly decisive
playing games with me.
My throat,it burns
The pain , magnifique.
My body shudders
Dying to see , no more dreams
Warmth, i feel
Suddenly , So chaste
Your arms around me
The burning , you erase
Snapping me out of my reverie
The phone rings , violently.
Reminding me of the distance
Your voice , breathing, effortlessly
The façade, worn
Your voice disappears
The dialtone appears
Manic, though i seem.
I dial effervescently
Calling, to keep sane
To tell you i love you, again
No excuses, remain.
By
Amanda Miller
Form:
confess to me , O cupid prince , lost cause ~
bowing before eve's bare butterflies,
as tonight i confront your kiss,
heartbeat of harvested heat,
pulsing moon magnifique ~
where we wake within
the wrinkled wish of
burgundy
blushed bliss ~
drenched
with
drizzling
damask dreams
of sea-swept hours;
let the lace of want
weep wilderness in the
rise of lonely nadir where,
I beseech the sun to undress
the stars and twirl with satanic sighs…
if I am your refrain, let my name burn
dear, aphrodisiac tears of sunset ~
see how I break, 'neath neon nimbus,
hold me close in sultry sirens ,
tempt me… tame these twilight tints
tantalise me… once more
until the honest
halcyon of life
weeps wayward
with the
hush
of
unhealed
hoax , amidst
hurt homesickness…
tortured by the taste
of your touch, locked in love ~
I ache with parched lips of pink…
the soul of barbie stardust ~
as this petal, a l o n e , mourns those musks
drenched in
au revoir rain of last rose dusks…
Formerly, dear,
my books like velvet-dressed
put aside, perfectly straight.
Last light flickers
dusk bids, “God bless,”
as I gently turn on the night,
the antique brass polished,
and symphonic-lettering hooks
harmonize in the gentler time
before the internet.
Roses flourish in crystal vase,
cranberries and ivy vines contemplate
the corpulent beauty of day’s end.
A table round in burgundy gown,
intricate lace cradles intimate thought.
My chamomile tea relaxes on lyrics bound,
stacked red and brown dust jackets burning.
I write and write and write.
In the end sits
my inkwell and quill,
a magnifique glass illuminating his name,
my spectacles
and a flowery letter to my kin —
all wrapped up as I go to bed,
in the romance of Victorian daze.
10/15/2019
Hear-tell, that one beamy night,
so very long ago,
an angel with wings of light
held the thought of creation in
a glow – with angel might held
up, this vision bright, long before
a rooster-crow, long before a sun
to show – long before green things
had reason to grow.
Gods were contemplating destiny
Long before a Cosmos set free
Long before earth was given sight
Long before the firmament, right
With all of time yet no one knew
What an earth should do --
Create man in our image?
For Popeye we will have spinach?
For the Jews Machanayim, a scrimmage?
For the Christians give them a Christ?
For Italians pizza by the slice?
Thus made a world was new
When man had his first interview
(and all the Gods said, Magnifique
~ Adieu)
Left oblivious an indeterminable number
To eternally prosper or fatally blunder --
BELLE---part 1
beautiful, beautiful
so, beautiful
Quelque chose de spécial sur vos yeux
Belle
Vos lèvres juteuses plumbant
Magnifique..
beautiful
Belle
Votre figure 8 taille
Corps
classique-magique
Quelque chose à propos de vos cheveux
Arômes aromatiques-notes de fleurs
Puis-je caresser doucement votre tête courir mes doigts à travers vos cheveux
Chérie, une fois Ah!
beautiful
Belle
Quelque chose de votre âme votre grâce
Quelque chose à propos de votre témoin
Quelque chose sur ton visage
Vos pieds comment vous marchez vos traces
Encore une fois, hélas votre bouche la façon dont vous parlez, silence miel
S'il vous plaît permettez-moi chéri
de t'aimer, jamais vrai
Je vous appelle...
beautiful
Belle
1/20/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
I don’t know if owning a beautiful home,
Facing the sea, makes happy,
There are people who do not manage their thoughts,
And that makes them dangerous,
There are people who are convinced
That the Eiffel Tower is the center of the world,
And this makes them toxic,
I don’t know if going with a friend on a fishing boat
Makes happy,
There are people who do not know how to admire a sunset
And that makes them dangerous,
I don’t know if painting Breton watercolors,
Makes happy,
There are people who can’t dream,
And this makes them toxic,
There are people who cannot stand the silence of heaven,
And that makes them dangerous,
Living at the Tinduff, perhaps helps to understand this,
To gather before the sea, to face the cloud of happy fools,
To take possession of the castle of the setting suns,
To reopen the sacred book of landscapes.
Je ne sais pas si de posséder une magnifique maison,
Face à la mer, rend heureux,
Il y a des gens qui ne gèrent pas leurs pensées,
Et cela les rend dangereux,
Il y a des gens qui sont persuadés
Que la tour Eiffel est le centre du monde,
Et cela les rend toxiques,
Je ne sais pas si partir avec un ami, sur un bateau de pêche
Rend heureux,
Il y a des gens qui ne savent pas admirer un coucher de soleil
Et cela les rend dangereux,
Je ne sais pas si peindre des aquarelles bretonnes,
Rend heureux,
Il y a des gens qui ne savent pas rêver,
Et cela les rend toxiques,
Il y a des gens qui ne supportent pas le silence du ciel,
Et cela les rend dangereux,
Habiter au Tinduff, permet peut être de comprendre cela,
De se recueillir face à la mer, pour affronter la nuée des imbéciles heureux,
De reprendre possession du château des soleils couchants,
De rouvrir en grand le livre sacré des paysages.