Long Tranquilly Poems

There is a call deep on high
It whispers in the darkness and constantly cries

It speaks of divided parts entangled but still standing whole

An unconquerable timeless love forever aflame between two now lonely souls

I was once...

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She lived arcane
Acquainted with none but you
And if somehow, you
slept tranquilly 
And if somehow, you
forgot about ineffability 
Of the epistemology of her
Can surmise to the lie
She chose to die
And if somehow by any chance
You feel...

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-3/7/14 and 5/2/14-
The waves of the sea and the screeching of the seagulls 
Mix together like coffee and cream
I feel like I’m livin’ a dream
I walk barefoot on the warm, warm sand
I don’t really understand
Why...

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Those sweaty and uncomfotable days
seem to have lost their intensity,
and glancing far into infinity
can be done with more clarity;
storms are much rarer to stike
and fling their lightinings
to warn us or cause some fright,
when we wish...

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A colourful day of the year, when moonlight and sunlight never enough
Decorated with more lightening, colourful, beautiful and splendour  
Songs, dances, tours and laughers, all culminated with Holy Mass prayers
The day of the year...

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New Year's Midas Touch

You have the Midas touch in 2016!
My antennas stood up, my neck did preen
Like I had swallowed centre shock
My two lamps glistened and head did rock
I sucked in a deep breath allowing...

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I’m Virgo, playing music tranquilly
in this self-portrait. The clavichord I chose.
It denotes fine education; the black clothes
I'm wearing prove I value chastity.
Dark as a shadow, to the left of me
is the face of my governess,...

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I want none of my body
to touch anything,
As if a layer of nothingness
forms around me,
Wrapping me up like a present,
Isolating me from everything else.
I'll hover in air just like a
rejected love letter.

I dont want to...

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Alone, we sit.
The silence of words
best left unspoken
drowns out 
the din
of busy, bustling
people. 
Coming, going,
chatting, and laughing.
Living just outside
of our small
plane of reality.
They cannot perceive
the fervent thoughts
we share.
Only our eyes speak,
and voluminously. 
Darting
and flashing,
fleeing
and chasing....

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Her mysterious smile!
Spoke revolting silence’s bile
Prior to chewing her file

Magnificent eyes
Though eyeshades exiled brief style
What words did she store in sigh?!

Tranquilly resting
Soft poems she grasps quickly
Portraying warm monarchy

Her choka poems knew who!?
Her signature revealed two
Fingers...

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Swept away on a cold wind of sweet, burnt incense
Drifting, fading…soaring
Smooth words luring me away
But nothing else matters but this.
Take me.
Carry me to that other place
While I lay here flying.
Living? Dying?
Tranquilly thriving.
So content to simply...

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YA KNOW WHAT, I AIN'T ENTITLING THIS BECAUSE I JUST MISSED THE TITLE STORE

THERE ONCE BE A PAIR
THEY MET IN A PARK
IN THE DARKNESS OF DESPAIR
AND SUDDENLY A SPARK

BUT AN ERRANT FLAME THIS COULD BE
ALAS,...

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Winsome Wisteria Sonnet

Eden, open your ardent arms to grace 
Wisteria's soft lilac petaled blooms 
Draped stunningly about Spring’s sunny face 
In softest shades of lavender like plumes. 
Your aroma wafts heady in the breeze 
When...

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Saša Milivojev

THE STRANGER

(Weary of World’s Pain)


Stranger to the audience.
Stranger in the community and the family.
A stranger to one’s own mother,
A shadow to one’s own shadow,
A foreigner in the country of one’s own,
in every land he...

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Turn to quenching winds; cherish what you can't see.
Learn to study vastness rippling at sea.

Birds watch you from high as they tranquilly soar.
Words elevated mend a heart that's sore.

Songs of praise are the greatest compliment.
Strong...

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As a woman in her time odd or good in a man
She needy a complex
Of me but not crook
Which colors of all flowers creatively I contain
Flowers tranquilly lure that scents what she trace
So immense the...

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like two car hubcaps shinin' 'n' moonin'
like helixed necks of neckin' swans swoonin'
like a quiet tide-pool tranquilly poolin'
like Gouramis kissin' each other schoolin'

like two teenagers in a car backseat
young gendered duet, together complete
saunter hand-in-hand down...

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Weeping echoes no more in the hazy war torn streets.
The churning insides of our beings replaced with inner peace.

Behold the laughter of innocent children frolicking in the plains.
Their parents tranquilly enjoying life with song and...

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In the numinous nebulous clustering clouds
The sacred soul of man in creation
Within the homogeneous hemispheres of consciousness
A sapient spark in consummation

Thrown thru subatomic space and temporal time
Inhabiting the jewels of the Heavenly sphere
The jaded journey...

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In tender light of pink sunrise 
under a sheer, swiveling sky,
you rescued me on jagged rocks, 
then from the haze, shined you and I.

This joyous place upon a strait      ...

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Come to the place where rainbow thoughts are born
Books of truth are read and colorful flowers of laughter adorn
Dreams are there and are always fulfilled
Arrows find the heart and the feeling instilled
Shapes are round and...

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Little children love their sweet wishes and pecks
when tucked into bed for their nighthly dreams

Light winged butterflies in myriad colours
flutter in flapping open their dreamscapes

They glide in tranquilly in exotic rays
of painted glasswings and swallowtails

Pearl...

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My nightmare filled with streaks of saintly garb
rousing the flares of benevolence
and the strokes of compassionate ink
scribbled on to the snow-hued papyrus.

The fields of golden grains unmasked
the unpolluted ecstacy of childlike desires
Simple. 
Innocent.
Pure.
Softly swaying as...

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The pendulum swings...swings...
two extremes...

swinging high.....
swinging low....
extreme joy
and then sorrow....

swinging swinging...
never still....
bursts of light
then darkness fills....

swinging swinging...
two extremes...
Sweetest love
then hatred seems

swinging swinging...
two extremes...
When all I ever want
It seems...

Is that happy middle ground…
Not the morbid swinging sound...

Where...

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As rose petals wither in the autumn of life,
Days hasten in orbits, some dull, some are bold.
my muse rises to hoist a setting sun hung in gold,
gleaming light abiding as daughter, mother, and wife.
Glorious blessings...

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