Long Resurging Poems
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Lemon grass fragrant and delicate
scents the air
pale light greens and yellowing brown wisps
float in the breeze
chilly light beneath a pale white sun;
December first edges in the season
greeting crisp brown shades
faltering after the frost
solid earthen steps echo
throughout the naked forests;
History resounds reminders
of seasons passed and forgotten
resurging the dreams
that once lived, longed for discovery
resonating reverberations of the past;
December reawakes
the child of inspiration
caricatured parody of who we once were
breathing in the hopes and dreams
of a Christmas memory revived
a December on the wind.
ADAABA (INCULPATION)
submerged in marshy waters
she mused furiously
rotating the blades
while massaging the hilt
silently hopeful
as the timing is crucial
marching to deluge
the seemingly matching threat
alluring destiny to the test
the stage has been set
striding unhonoured
strapping humor
fastened in an uncommon bed
blended to the lurking danger
abiding within nooks and corners
of her one time haven
now a thicken den
laced with scheming leeches
sucking all hopes away
now she stares in awe
trying to drown
this resurging moments
of hopeless days
lying next to wasted nights.
Casanovas slipping into the red-light tangle;
Forbidden fruits, where temptations dangle.
A carousel sequelae of transient fun,
Shoving precious life through a darkened dungeon.
Herpes, a saboteur of life's quality;
Silent falsehoods, pernicious in totality.
Retrovirus tainting the filthy foray—
Courtesan's fate wrapped in tragic dismay.
The French disease, resurging like a dragon,
Greatest mimicker, its curse on the wagon.
An avalanche of despair, harrowing as the Holocaust;
Fleeting morale fulgurates, bruising life's bitter frost.
Relationships crumble, akin to a precarious card cascade—
An insidious monster of misery, lurking like a ticking grenade.
Dire repercussions of the aftermath,
Grueling the innocent's once-quiet path.
Serenading the cognizant wizard,
Salvaging thyself from a tumultuous blizzard.
#TO SURVIVE...
MENTAL TORMENT ARRIVES TO
"DO OVER" AND "TAKEOVER"
In Any Unexpected Moment...
TRESPASSES And LIFE'S DAGGERS Has A
UNIQUE SWAGGER!
YET,
WE WERE BORN BODACIOUS AND BRAVE...
AND WHAT FACES US, {COURAGE}
CO-PILOTS DEMAND!
UNDERSTAND, A SURVIVOR* SURPASSES, SURPRISES AND SUPERSEDES EVEN THE SURMOUNTABLE...
RECOGNIZING {RE-INVENTING} RESURGING!!!
"WEALTH WITHIN SELF"
"WILLINGLY WINNING :-)"
«STRONGER» THAN THE SPINNING...
NOW WE THRIVE! ! ! (NOT JUST SURVIVE)
PILOTING AT PATROLE...
EFFECTIVELY, WHAT WE CAN CONTROL...
«CLOSING HOLE IN SOUL»
LET'S FEEL AND RELISH THAT IN FACT...
ADDRESSING & REASSESSING...
ENRICHED OUTCOMES FOR THE "EVOLVING ONE"
«WHOLE! ! !»
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} SEPT 23, 2023#
Every moment is a potion mixing
in the adjoinisent wave.
Where possibility falls like raindrops,
leaving you with the wonder of knowing;
how things are to be, how it is to behave.
Do you remember a time the warm summer air
gave birth to hatchlings that cloud-bursted
into your makeshift oasis?
By the Sea a Pool or a Pond, River,
Lake or Stream.
Born out of the blue, streaking
and skinny dipping back in, like a fiend.
R-Will-searching for love's Strombolient Cave,
rippled in urging,- execution of means and way.
Bursting anew into a heat seeking ring;
a resurging the repurposing of will
and union and new beginning from that day.
A whispered hint, a sneak peek from one
that has a hard time keeping a secret.
I must say!
Condensation passes from Her dripping maw,
savors, in understanding,
favors our barrage of desires,
with flavors grinning long.
Possibility indeed falls like raindrops,
bursting wet and pure.
Standing at our precipice,
rapping at our gate,
demuir
circumstances courting you in a belly-dance,
around that trial by fire, pregnant with fertility,
forged by the desire of our contemplate, inspired nativity.
Mystery's lungs breathe in perfect timing.
The sigh, heard as an inaudible
bracelet rattle, singing, opining.
Skipping, smirking, teasing and tattling.
Mother Love in Love in the distance you can hear the humming feminine prattle.
Peddling, a dance of pounces onto bare footing,
for riding atop of and settling, saddling.
in happiness's tantric trance.
Gaia roundabout,
Straddling.
Fairied in a Feminine dream.
Ferried by empathy.
Stitching stitchlings into
hand-maidens and hand-maidens
into the fabrics seams.
Seems as if the Familiar lips,
the atmospheres sway of hips; adept
the sensor censer of Holy Smoke equipped
with Angelic Sound, an anonomous kiss,
above Consecrated Ground is not at all
remiss.