Long Oasis Poems
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Written: March 2nd, 2024
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Wingbeats on warm whisper wavelength
wasteland, waves of wasabi writhe
with wilting, whimpering, witless wring
whirls and willows whimsically wave.
Emerald pride waves over meadows,
Venetian Barcarole flails and whizz
viridian desires dance onto dales,
Eurydice weeps lost love in auric tears
Dawn draws dwindle, damp dimples.
Of flickering flowers and floating stars
Orpheus, the poet in paint-stained palms
portrays the paradoxes in love,
a roar of zeal and salty air in a blue sky
love stings, even endless moons
In ablaze that seldom strikes
Elysium ethereal elixir of souls.
With such spongy, slippery strokes
soothing serenade in early spring
Thunder rumbles, but cannot shatter
love of Orpheus and Eurydice
Destiny is etched in their stride
as wingless wisps prose sang and swam
Moon loops conflate with wispy vowels
pride is a cornerstone of identity
egos hold a shield of protection
love embraces all they cherish
paired potency, pelt a pound planet.
Akin to operas, rehearsed by singers
their spoof spirals higher in stride
a syzygy of stars in a mellifluous oasis
nurturing nemesis crystals
soar in silky, springy ischemic swings
fetching felicity, as flurry fades
Ignore impulses, let time slip away
still in grip of quintessential propinquity
over a pyre, rainbow Ink swirls
with ethereal wingless, sanguine sighs,
sumptuous zeal stirs the lifeless,
springtide serenades sibyllic sweeps.
As wisteria, spring sequoia, and love slay
weave an aura in vow threads
once serendipity embraces karma
Scarlet moons bleed in a plum sky
still, sustains its sonorous scintilla
at the zenith of wistfulness, uncover bliss
loving endures the rumblings of thunder
hope in its darkest night, never fades
smoothly drifting on brisk wing beats
love is a fruit of tangerine tenacity
love lullaby ignited by stark infatuation.
It ceases to be
at least in it's present form
than she spoke me as hers
in the relevance of love
might we stand together
in the unity of being
as lovers
committed
devote
as friends
together as one
a tribute to
Love
in all it's understanding
Love as it is defined
with every opportunity
to be together
and belong to one another
amorevole
Love in every shade
From "Mention Me"
by A.Gar Boots
aka Dolce Araia
rewritten with permission
by: Calm Vallies of
Tree Moulds and Vapor Productions
a Oasis Music Co.
kindness and tenderness
harmonious
harmonious
the transquilty of
Love
we as Lovers
con tenerezza
Faint scents still linger, as summer slowly fades.
Sun silently hides behind smoky clouds,
as raindrops hum in a jaded symphony,
plummeting against misty windows,
vibrating against puddles upon pavements.
Leaves drift in the chill, revealing bare branches,
rustling in the breeze then soaking on the ground,
as gloomy skies colour moonlight into monochrome.
As shivery spirits seek shelter,
swan song flowers soak in melancholic tones,
reminiscent of a forgotten mother's lullaby,
whispering softly, but never faltering.
Nature's nakedness consumes the aura of my oasis,
as cold ghosts reappear, reflecting in resentful regret.
Ebony hues discolour the textured illusion of my rainbow,
as my soul serenades its harmony for hibernation.
Children of summer are like a leaf,
vibrant with colourful hues in spring,
but misplaced in Autumn, easily carried away with zephyrs.
Could it be thoughts, images in my head
or dreams painted with colors in acrylic and water
that keeps me upright in the storm
in tough times and desert wanderings
Sensory impressions in the awake state
with pleasure, expectations
embroidered in artistic decorative stitching
An amphitheater oasis that is reflected in the water mirror
early morning with plenty of time, peace and tranquility
Discover the giant beech trees
which climbs boldly up toward the sky
Carefully tread on the metre-long carpets
with white and blue anemones
Picking gold in the forest, the chanterelles, for breakfast
Listen to the enormous variety of birdsong
as I rest on the bright green moss
you wonder where i have been
you wonder do i still write poems
you wonder if i still go to the beach
you wonder my left hand is still right
i wonder if you still read my poems
i wonder do you still get a kick out of finding the goal
i wonder if you still wear that pitch black two piece sometimes when you read my poems
i wonder if your right hand causes you to go left on occasion
together, we merge to float into an oasis of curiosity and wonder
together, we connect to become those two hearts that beat as one
together, we laugh as we get all bug eyed when we see Charlie again
together, we find the answers that we seek on yet another way to Love....
One night I walked with my girl upon a trail.
Some night in Autumn we dared.
Spirit of Halloween with us.
We caught glimpses of spirits so weak and so frail.
Right and wrong battle for control.
Small cabins with light show human life.
Thorn plants grab and cut like a knife.
The trees whisper; they do not want us here.
Animals scurry. Their eyes say it all.
Humans traverse not in these woods.
Rustling leaves and a cool breeze guide.
The heavenly bodies stand watch this Fall.
Firmly respect this haunted oasis.
Each year it will bless us the same.
And it asks for no ounce of fame.
All of Autumn meets here in different ways.
Our heads hurt, we longed for a pillow.
Laid we down to sleep in Fall's bliss.
We decided to spend the night.
So we took shelter under a willow.
I wander the desert alone with my thoughts
as the sun beating down sssizzles my soul;
I ponder the reflections of my barren life,
and thirst for the knowledge
of where I went wrong.
The dreams I once held have all vanished with the dust,
blown away to the four corners of the earth.
And now I feel that I’m surrounded by jackals
patiently waiting for me to give in;
hungry to feast on the fruits of my life.
Far in the distance I see a jack rabbit
scampering forward to a lush oasis
filed with the bountiful dreams of my youth.
Wandering wearily toward the oasis of my dreams,
I wonder if my life is just a mirage.
And still the sun sssizzles my soul.
October 11, 2018
In the Empire of Silence
In the empire of silence where the senses rest and cease,
I have become the master of the marionettes hidden in the darkness of the skies,
An effigy of mist drifting upon the seas of indifference and unease,
In this theater of existence I am a specter breaking free from its own shadow's guise.
I have squandered without count the treasure of love and the pod of trust,
The sap of my own being poured out until there was nothing left to give,
Now I lie here a relic of withered hopes dissolving into dust,
In the wind of a forgetting so complete there is no reason left to live.
The vortex of the void absorbs me into an abyss without an echo or a sound,
My heart once a burning flame now only a fresco of agony on the wall,
In my chamber only the whisper of thin defilement can be found,
And I listen to it rise... and I cannot stop it... and I fall.
My language has transformed into an assault of vibrating blades cutting deep,
Each word a surgeon dissecting my alabaster vulnerability with care,
Signing unseen but deeply the map of suffering upon a soul's terrain in sleep,
These invisible scars scratch against each breath I draw from the empty air.
I swim in the bitterness of an oasis dried of all its pure and clean feeling,
The silent concert of a love that extinguished itself at dusk without a sound,
The fragile faith has crumbled like a stained glass window under a storm's dealing,
And every broken promise became a carriage over which disillusion pound.
I let myself be carried like a leaf in foreign winds without a choice or say,
Where the melody of others dictates the waltz of my deprivation and my loss,
And so my inner world has become an altar of sacred silence and decay,
A repetitive refrain of mystery and secret... and an unbearable cross.
Quest For Eternal Love
no oasis in sight just blazing sand dunes
a promised land foretold seems forsaken
resolve eroding within need to be enliven
my mind yearns to ease emotive wounds
eyes intensely drifted beyond deep space
where in silence this angelic face appears
our hearts touch shedding unbridled tears
in search of an everlasting warm embrace
Penned: 2/28/2022
8:08 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Mine was a world without flowers
where nature had nothing to give.
Bleakly, a path stretched before me.
That life I was fearful to live.
In the desolate dust long I wandered
‘til oasis I found in your love.
A mercy directly from heaven;
hopeful, as rain from above.
Together in love long we labored
yet fruitless it seemed was our toil.
At times, I admit my faith waivered.
Were we wasting our time in dead soil?
In our struggle we grew ever closer.
Unyielding, we weathered those years.
Ever planting in hopes of tomorrow,
each seed watered by heartfelt tears.
But then came the bloom of our yearning
a flower unlike any other,
who’s blossom meant life beyond living,
and we became father and mother.
Before you, I had only desert.
No water, no beauty, just strife.
Beside you, in resplendent bounty
the fields of our labor bear life.
05/06/15
05/06/15
*note: I am working on this for a mother's day gift I am making for my wife. If any brilliant minds out there care to offer feedback, or ideas on how I might improve this, I would greatly appreciate it. Thanks.
-Preston