Long Unveiling Poems
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Oh yes
so like the feathered being
I
perched ‘pon the roof
with ink and slip
missed naught
The breeze
the sun's soft caress
yes
even the tricklets of dew
tenderly setting ‘pon mine slip
from
the long pause from write
as mine eyes did gaze
( fortuitously)
through her pane
Unquestionably
I was intrigued with the
unveiling
yet
it was her preparing
which moved this pen
yes
hern prime
for
Spring
Clearly blind is the mini-skirt
Of faint or no trace to drawer
unveiling blunt's veil's view afar
To wandering eyes' wishes bail
If it could be to its presence
Clearly blind is the mini-skirt
That the shinning sun ray dare not
Unveil its secret to eyes choice
Tracing out on mind worksheet's theme
What it expresses to spark minds
Mirror gown is barely naked
Renting many to daydreaming
Drawing patterns of various styles
To seize door openly secured
And return to its pursuit's acts
Mirror gown is barely naked
Inspiring drives to chase and wait
For turn up with gladdened whisper
Of yes having seen evidence
Of its desired wish over love
Mini-skirt or Mirror gown's voice,
Which one is better off cum choice?
Alluring auburn Autumn assuring azure sky.
Unfurling unveiling unchallenging Autumn glow in environ.
Foliage of Withered and dry yellow leaves !
Tender foliage in glossy texture and twinkling luster.
Undertaking duties of shedding dry leaves as free frolic fall.
Dying leaves leave branch and fall.
Blue hue shines on sky of Fall.
Dropping curtain on storm and rains.
Autumn alluring assuring freshness.
Dry Foliage of Farewell !
Dry yellow leaves leave
Nascent foliage
to glow and glaze in luster ~
auburn autumn shines.
to charm and whelm us.
Deciduous tree
leaves leaves to feel free.
Environ on excellence.
Nascent leaf : glossy
Flower bed : classy.
Fresh fragrance flow in flora-
Sheeny Sun-spectrum
as Fall - monogram.
Auburn Autumna aura.
Dry Leaves murmur, flowers shiver
on touch of Autumn breeze
Heart-piercing passion, emerald emotion
I wish to release.
Deciduous trees shed withered leaves.
Amazing Autumn firmly believes
in glossy glittered charming luster.
Withered dead foliage of Farewell at random.
Fresh nascent descent shiny silky foliage to Welcome
chasing boredom.
Written: September 21, 2023
True Love Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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In a world where illusions often deceive,
Genuine love springs as a jewel to retrieve.
A tale implicit, a sumptuous symphony divine,
Where souls entwine, true love will shine.
Can passion be a fleeting amour, a brief aura?
Or does it grasp a deeper, sapient aurora?
In a realm where hearts oft maunder astray,
Echt love exhibits its zeal and splendor in this way.
Akin to ghosts, love is beset but scarcely seen.
Real passion hits hastily in a radiant, pulsing scene.
It is not a slight propensity, a surreptitious flame,
But an amorist bond that thwarts time is not tame.
True love shines akin to a beacon over princely.
A flame that fires forever, flickering fiercely
Loving someone means wanting their happiness.
A love that inspires the heart leaves just sappiness.
Comely happiness is the nectar, and love is the bee.
It resonates in-depth, not missing a beat of glee.
It harmonizes souls, inducing a blissful tune.
Love that susurrous softly, akin to a palest moon.
When a person implies a lot, distance is so little.
A love that heals all wounds and saves the brittle
True love is a lexicon, spoken without a sound.
A cynosure nexus so esoteric, it can't be drowned.
It is the exegesis of life, the reason we exist,
A love that abides through every swirl and twist
Unwavering flame, two souls sigh, tie untying!
True love is the essence, impetus, and freeing.
The one who loves you spells your name uniquely.
Your name is protected in their mouth so deeply.
For in its embrace, we decry our true selves,
A love that transcends is a love that compels.
A level of optimism is crucial for the birth of love.
Your devotion is not to me but to the stars above.
A tale unavowed, a symphony divine,
Where souls intertwine, true love will shine.
Have you seen the morning moon,
the Lady moon?
She is not that cold image
hanging upon a noose of night;
that one is a dead face
submerged in a sea of darkness.
No, that is not her,
she is a lovely woman,
that died before the earth was born.
When we look at that pale orb
we are seeing her grave,
yet her ghost still plants seeds of light
to germinate a fertile earth.
That work of hers
has made her light beautiful,
and the sun reflects her
as it would a prayer
over a legend.
Do you see that youthful unveiling?
At dawn when the long night fails
she also must pass away
to where oceans are teardrops.
In realms of heaven waves do dance,
Radiant beams come from the North,
Glory, mercy, and another chance,
Awakening our spirits, calling us forth.
Let us turn to days of awe,
For in His forgiveness we find,
A countdown to days of revival,
That resonates with divine timing.
Transcending borders, our mission takes flight,
Immersed in joy within His sacred gates,
Amidst His courtyards, bathed in healing light,
Devotion and praises, fill His courts.
The gates swing wide, unveiling destiny,
A brand-new season, fresh beginnings daily,
We find solace in His presence immensely,
His gaze unveils His love for all eternity!
No task too daunting for His glowing power,
Beauty and glory in blessed assurance shower,
His embrace, gives tranquility in the now,
For His glory songs come from the North.
In the grove of life, where the fields of time were greening with beginnings,
I spotted you, the naked shadow, a birth from the depth of the holy nothingness.
You crossed its silent threshold, coming with empty hands at dawn,
Unveiling yourself of the shroud of non-being, watched over by stars and the moon.
You embraced the universe, armed with only a pure soul,
In the pilgrimage toward the final silence, you will step again disarmed.
And I ask you, sister or brother in fate, whence come these cold chains?
Why plant nettles and thorns in the garden that was gifted to us pure and untainted?
In the ephemeral dance of being, all gold and silver dissolve into the illusion of time,
All palaces and thrones, sandcastles beneath the waves of vast oblivion.
The only currency that weaves across Styx embraces a finer essence,
A shared love, compassion speaking through deeds, a mirror still awaiting a response.
Ah, pride and vanity, dragons that steal the light from your eyes,
They plunge you into the shadow of a self beached on shores of disillusionment.
But the beauty of life woven in humility and kindness,
Rises like a phoenix from the ashes of falsehood, soaring toward true glory.
We will leave behind only echoes of that breath-song,
With a melody sung in acts of love, in the souls of those who remain to hum along.
This will be the mark, vibrating into eternity, a divine resonance,
The legacy that will cross the threshold, between earth and skies, to be followed with reverence.
And in the margins of time, when departure sends its envoys,
You will part, justly, with empty hands and a heart full of blessings.
The naiads of your eyes sealing the unseen tale left behind,
You remain the symphony of forgiveness, the harmony of celestial love, eternal through giving.
What happens when you finally decide
to change what you’re doing and swallow your pride?
Is it like when the fog clears away
and you find where you stand?
Or is it more like the unveiling of art,
struck by what you see yet unsure in your heart,
because it is nothing at all
like what you had planned?
For with resolution comes new eyes to see,
and new understanding of how things can be.
Yes, new faith that changes the path
of what lies ahead.
For everything’s different the day you decide
to follow your heart and let go of your pride.
You’re no longer a prisoner…
but rather a free man instead.
Quetzalcoatl, Moloch, NASA, SkyNet, poisonous satellites
in pink and green, roam
The Earth, raining reversed
Rockets of the bloody fountain
Discord of the Deep hordes,-
reins in reign of 3 "3 of swords"
and flowery deceiving words of their-
Anti- Trinity
Bot blinks in analytical tink
Tinkerbell grooms saloon for victims,
exposes lice and the heat
Sprays foul graffiti on your door
Hentai, monsters, expletive leech
On all fours, vomitous speech
Aries horned worm Moon covers the Sun
Like black sack-cloth of hair
It turns to blood
Beheaded worshippers
Tailgaters of Ephraim
The Verdant Valleys given
Unto Black Weddings of Days
The head roams and swims
Free from constraints
No unified body
Rockets shot at the eclipse
In passing
They defy resource's warning in lieu
of their Marshall unveiling, to propose
Wages of sin- pay for commodity
Bot flashes till shut down,
ERROR, ERROR...
a light shines inside
embracing wishes
i sail within feelings
opening the sails
emotions melting
each time
closing these eyes
all i want
is you love
under this skin
crawls a dream
you and i
in paradise
as the moon
peeps out
from dark clouds
floating past unveiling
a milky white smile
sparkling winks
lighting thousands
of stars
one bright star
shines the brightest
a distant dream
holds out hands
to Venus
clouds cry
weeping in happiness
falling emotion
sweet beautiful love
this world orbits
around feelings
circling you
softly in dreams
smiling inwardly
washing away darkness
light within
the nightsky