Long Scintillate Poems

you were an infant
i would sing a song i created for you

'there's a baby in my arms
there's a baby in the mirror
but honey 
there's not really two
the child in the mirror
is only 
an image 
of...

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Through the hushed whisper of the breeze
Flowing through the majestic circling pine trees
I sense that I have stepped
Into a sacred hallowed space

A GARDEN OF ROSES

A heady perfume hits the senses
Euphoric, Exhilarating, Enticing, Ethereal comes to...

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'Twas the night of that particular evening whose noon-tide bade wondrous twilights and whose moon suffused in its consummated prophecy. Men perched themselves around balefully dire fires and professed eerie tales to themselves in unsettling...

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Once upon a day, two pretty women strolled down a pastoral park that offered their cheeks the most countrified caress and their eyes an orchard of assorted pomegranates. 
After succumbing to weariness, the two courtly...

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Yet with the recent collapse of the garden estate, Abe knew
The devil had appeared down, in, up out the chimney flue
As a result Eve had lost the Rose, petals fallin' to the ground
His brother Cain...

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As the apologetic sun
melts in hibiscus vase
of pastel-peach 
horizons and peels off
those pristine pigments 
of egoistic elegance, 
sailing upon 
aquamarine foam
of vanilla waves ~
where dignity
unveils a clemency
within catharsis, 
I dare to surrender
towards the 
pink-teal blends...

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A new day perhaps, of immeasurable tin, sound of din
A hurricane noise, a thrall of riotous cuts, although thin
The blood-curdle choke of rage from before
Now purchased like plasma from the needle store
Go hump yourself, If...

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Above all the conceptions upon gleaming constellations, among the Seven Seas,

Twinkle 
She’s supernal, the Sapphire Star of El       
She’s empyreal, the fire pulsar shell     ...

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Die Lorelei by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)- Translated by T. Wignesan
	For Regina von Degenfeld at Waibstadt
	-in respect and unending sufferance-

(Heine, a German Jewish lyrical and satiric poet, journalist and critic,
 settled in Paris from 1831 where...

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Underneath all the layers
Of tradition
Of religion 
Of philosophy
Of reason and understanding
I smolder
In passion's pleasure bed of red
Paroxysms of pleasure
Emanate from my core
Searing the shroud
Flames of fantasy's feast burn
Yearning I yearn and lie in wait
In my...

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Written: December 24, 2023, For Anoucheka Gangabissoon Contest
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Forgiveness is felicity fetching a hefty feud.
It warms our hearts and improves our mood.
To live calmly on Earth,...

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Would you still love Me, my honey sweet dear?
If The nectar of honey seized its eternal drops
Would there still be hope for you to love Me?
Oh my my, not is it late nor too early

If...

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In my hunger,
I saw a hallucination of heaven.
From afar, visions of a golden glow,
lustered, lingering above a crowded crossroad.
This aura of agave aromatherapy,
left an amorous aroma of romantic ruminations,
so I became a devotee, desiring her...

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Stare-well.! gazing..As emotions and souls to your Majestic fields aspire..
Temporal surrounds me, ambiguous background; below crested fallow moons.."
Amplified." Intensity' as stellar images fall silently; while cresendos of beauty abound
Innumerable shifts of light and dark in...

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Underneath all the layers
Of tradition
Of religion 
Of philosophy
Of reason and understanding
I smolder
In passion's pleasure bed of red
Paroxysms of pleasure
Emanate from my core
Searing the shroud
Flames of fantasy's feast burn
Yearning I yearn and lie in wait
In my...

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Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
As celebrating the birth of almighty sacred church bells ring
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way

Halls of happiness aptly display, glittering décor of golden...

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Women in my family 
                              ...

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 'Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony'   

A Rose by any other Name - by Maria Williams

ROSE OF SHARON

Voyage of repatriated petals, dipped in silver and gold,
continental drifting through coagulating clouds...

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by Michaelw1two

 The stars of society,
 great notion once did scintillate;
 their glow burned too fast,
 ash, cinder, sloth, agnominate;
 what, gifted fate's skewers,
 sole reply, a dross adumbrate;
 life, guts all souls;
 death's head...

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Should I, mere a rabbit of sand, shiny hair,
sport a shock of fur mired in clay,
they from gofer mounds, propped on to peer, would sound warning
through the sun glades and sleep grotto shades.

“A pall fellow...

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I love you for the glittering constellations in the depths of your eyes when you speak.
I love you for the face that has a smile set on default.
I love you for the soft electric buzz...

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I see you there
weaving in and out of shadows
flickering like the moon
obscured by thick clouds
hoovering overhead
as the incandescence light
of a new dawn breaks
in crimson streaks
across this sky

I feel your breath
brushing against my ivory flesh
in labored...

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Roses From All Nations Scintillate In Complete Harmony
Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony,
Liberally rejoicing its natural mood, praiseworthy,
At times, beauty alone is an element that will outshine,
Given its prominent stature, the odds will...

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        Seven second serendipitous develop
        Macro piano keys maestro, Lord
        Ceiling laden with citrus...

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