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The clock chastises me,
as painted petals bloom brilliance
in illuminated wonder that attempts
escape from the hidden crevices
deep within my beleaguered mind.
The beauty I seek is but an allusive dream,
flowing rags of worthless chattel
that fill me with words, heavy, like stone,
my rhymes but pointless emotional prattle.
Yet, still my need must pursue that dream
to create another verse so sublime as to define
me as me in a world filled with poetic doppelgangers
and, so, I write just one more sad, lonely line.
"Extant nectared incense she lit, burning inside, slow but alone,
Arrogant me, let her leave, as here I sit, awaiting the unknown."
Clever, perhaps, but are my words,
like the melancholy song of the lonely Lune,
beautiful?
Geez, or should I say jeez, no Cuneiform here,
shall I try once more...
"crystalline sparkles
achromatic winter jewels
spring paints with colors"
...to bring out in me that which,
through these many years of seeing
my world ravaged with emotional upheaval,
still, in its turn, allowing me to experience
love and enchantment from eyes
that held me in the warmest embrace.
"I see the storm as rage engulfs those lovely eyes,
the blue intrepid sea of passion's lost release.
Inside, the tears of torment flow to sooth the lies,
yet, pain remains in every moment's wish for peace.
As burning anger seethes inside of you
the path it seeks obscures your point of view,
and leaves the ragged scars of bitter love
left blurred like mist in sodden clouds above.
Emotional, these moments steal your gentle heart
and eat in to the darkened void that once was you,
but misplaced hate can not keep you and I apart,
when, with my shroud of love, your heart I will eschew.
I hope you'll see just how I feel for you,
for you are why I do these things I do."
Crap!
Total
crap I read!
and I chuckle
as I re-read it.
In a single sonnet,
iambic hexameter
and iambic pentameter,
the Bard must be turning in his grave;
I guess I'll have to try another day.
08/15/2018
Form:
All Clouds Lead to You
Imagine us, high above the earth,
Laughing on a silver-lined cloud,
Filled with sensuality and mirth.
You, feed me luscious grapes,
With such love and joviality.
Beyond normal,any conviviality.
Gentle droplets of rain, on us fall.
Brilliantly, prism-colored.
They invite me to your lips'soft call.
Where there is joy unsurpassed.
And not the least bit of sass!
Glad to leave the earth behind,
You, the only one, I will love.
For the rest of nectared time.
9/8/2020
SOLITUDE A LOVE KNOT
Rushing millipede of rain down my window pane
sadness drifts, glided uninvited ounce reef.
Unruffled even from billowing strain,
solitude steals unnoticed like a thief.
Tiptoeing feet over my naked crippling fear.
Verbiage expressed in trying train distraught.
I... yearning a life of dearest love cheer
let it be from solitude, it will sprout lots.
Loneliness prism echoes songs of sparrows.
Nectared bullet actions, a long tender sought.
Brushing my frozen hind with hues of rainbow.
In solitude, knowing thyself a love knot.
Healing ancient wrongs buried deep marrow.
Transfixed by time, dot by dot by dot...
(c)Olive ELoisa
5:09am
August 09, 2014
POETRY TYPE: RONDEL
I combed cool waters of your baby blue
crystalline Jewel as you waded waterfall
waves washing my stellar rainbow rays
arching it melted into the warm womb
of transducing tangoing Earth
Her Violet Flame devoured us both
as nectared dewdrops to fuel the fire
our soma swirling into ecstatic orange
oxytocined crane flowers whispering
wisdoms to a hundred yellow butterflies
fluttering and flirting
They circled a sunken Atlantean apex
atop where you ruled anew with Baconian
brown locks surrounded by sirens serving
savoury silver sardines, oolite oyster shells
sang solos as dolphins dived, oceanic mouthed
In Ancient Egypt you followed my runcinate
rulings or indigo sorrow siglums, sighing
becoming slimmed seeker who served
Thoth well whilst wreathing my wounded
worthiness and fallow fallopian tubes
at pyramidal plumed midnight hour
In our Grecian lifetime you draped alabaster
urns lighting my marble mantelpiece
I watched breath enter your nebulae nostrils
as you crafted provincial proverbs instructing
slaves to whiten your garb with lemons from
our sculpted garden
On lavender Celtic hills we exchanged kilts
not knowing whose waist was whose
barefoot we flaunted sleek sharp sapphire
studded swords dancing necessary wild wars
Who remembered and who forgot
where in ether our nestling niche napped
as games of betrayal, fear or doubt
doubled into involuting circles and spirals
each tried to neck THE VOID as naked
excuse for not excavating heaving Heart
How much escaping, escapades, evolutionary
clocks cloak our cusps or cues or custard
synchronicities
how many summer summit starlings must
seek to sing of sorrow or of wolves, withering
willows, watermelons on this Planet of
coloured curriculums
holding dear our distinctive designs where
lacy lament is but another aperture into Space
I seek not to know !
Like milk from blue mountains' swollen breasts, the fog
Intertwines with pungent campfire smoke, a blue mist
Frescoing my quiet river valley's primeval lap.
Twilight tiptoes, surreptitiously, spying on secluded tryst;
Interlaced, grape and honeysuckle canopy overhead,
Noddng blossoms dripping sweet fragrance,
Granting nectared kisses my lips cannot resist.
The blue moon peers through hazy clouds, then turns
Hiding his eyes from lovers unashamed upon the ground;
Emotion rising in his core, he looks again and sadly yearns.
Furtively, he draws foggy blankets o'er us two,
Orchestrating sequestered solitude until
Golden sunlight warms the earth uncov'ring me and you.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, July 5, 2014
As a loosed bird and the broad liberties of the sky,
So have been long life’s borderless freedoms and I;
I often have kissed countless trolls’ decoying lips,
And thought their lush mouths such nectared tips.
I severally have ridden on the precarious backs
Of seamless airs and on swift-swimming sharks,
Whereon Fate and Time had gigantic glutting turn;
Soiling the white soul in which raging embers burn.
I never have seen vast humanity’s single heart,
Kind enough to lend even a distant aiding hand;
Always have larger world’s gloatingly fired eyes
Weirdly relished this one-man’s lamenting band.
Never have greenest dreams and rawest sorrows
Met so juxtaposedly on bullish life's shifting plane;
Nor guillotined goals thus defied Destiny’s gallows,
To pay with hope such low lot as only pariahs gain.
He's never alone who with his intact dreams abides,
For fortune will someday show her soft hidden sides.
Once again
I miss the nothingness
the stale leftovers
of crusty bread
Once again
I yearn for something
which I ain't yearn for
I yearn for someone
who isn't there
Once again
the tear of joy
becomes a myrth drop
upon soft lips
Incensed cold ashes
cover flamed burns
Once again
I wonder why
Am I still hoping
Why do I come back
Why am I here?
I must go
I must leave quick
Afar from shelters
that won't protect
I must keep distant
from nectared hives
which dripples honey
in empty wells
Wells too cold,
Wells too shallow to dive in
with my last breath
Wells mirroring moments
of sweet proposals
yet cast reflections
of pure regret
Once again
I have to travel
to a place I do not know
To a horizon without a life-line
and let my spirit flow
Once again
I'll be the vagabond
who keeps on wandering
beating all bounds
on asphalt grounds
I' ll be the vagabond
on a new journey
Not to be searched for
Not to be found
This may be a morning dim,
Yet the sun will shine.
The day has just begun
And all the luck is mine.
The week has just started,
Birds sing in buoyant welcome;
This time around I’ll win
As long as I’m calm.
The month is still virgin,
Not a single day is spent;
I will have all the long days
Till pleasures begin to torment.
The year is new and all is fine,
None of my chances is spoilt;
More pleasured I will be this year
And spend more time under my quilt.
Everything’s unsullied new:
I’ll use every bit with thoughtful care;
I’ll taste all the nectared wines
And feel the whispery music of the air.
When our eyes first met, in an evening's glow of twilight
the moon was rising, the world disappeared
I saw only you
we enjoyed a calm merriment
as love's breath crossed the unmeasurable distance
where we found a glistening glimmer of sensual glint
no words were spoken, none were needed
your eyes invited an enduring treasured moment of created memory
which will last through the harvest of our day's sweet nectared blossoms
and light the dim-lit nights
of entangled romantic interludes of welcomed fervor
wrapped in the wondrous arms of wonder
found in the silhouette of lovers painted in the moon-lit dark
where our souls reveal their ambrosia, without fear
in love's timeless universe of warm adoring realms of restive emotion
found in the eyes of paradise from our first greeting
when our eyes first met
sundown raised a golden toast to star-shows lovesome muse
vesper's champagne goosebumped in our veins
and filled a vacant streambed with a shifted stream
a plenished ribbon tying the juicy bow of our dewy dream
as sparks rained down we fell like two falling stars
showered in the shimmer of our dark-sky eyes
ready for the heady rush we rushed headlong
tipsy on the musk of jasmine air
a flower tucked behind one ear
petal-soft lips in search of honey sips
with readiness flaunted like an arched red bloom
as shadows supple like summer vines seized the Venus light
costly the mossy mat beneath our sleek backs
while the phlox moon blushed a pinkened swoon with our surrender
when our eyes first met west of sunset
the evening-star star dusted our gaze
I saw only you
as rainbow seasons whirl into December's pearl
hair once raven long since faded to dove
vintage heartbeats called in the past of the hourglass
tipping the balance in the fatality of time
yet-the old night hangs a Yule moon as full
as my arms are of you-still-
I see only you
8/27/21
Thank you, dear poet, dear friend, Susan
for the beauty of your words, the beauty of your heart
both hold me in awe, I am truly inspired by your skill...Frederic
I’m Sister Summer sizzling, in bouncy birth
sugarbirds outward bound in twanging sound
sunflowers stand tall on radiant dewdrop mirth
dragonflies settling on parsley, barley and mint
tanned faces blush in rosy scintillating glint
Shimmery beach daughters flout floral in daze
golden my rays stroke serene sea and surf’s turf
skipping on white sand, life without faze, I blaze
drink atemoya ambrosia, nectared is freckled fruit
following Sister Spring my chesty heatwaves root
After Sister Winter took you downward dark cold
my days hug halcyon walks and disco dances
I, Summer, savour bubbling bare beauty bold
expanding, entrusting streams of enigmatic time
leaps of courageous action I boisterous chime
My confident prayers sail across cypress trees
hearts beat valiant beneath wide sapphire skies
chrysanthemums sway in slight southern breeze
mercurial my heat quivers, rising hopes high
mystic saffron nights, I usher in Sister Fall’s sighs
Happiness heliotroped is favoured gorgeous garb
activations recline towards revelations divine
luminal light on Love’s mysterious arrowed barb
dynamic I expose sources of ecstatic abilities
open lucrative doors with powered possibilities !
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