Long Whispery Poems

Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, 
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In your eyes, reflected to me
are memories of beautiful,
trembling pieces of laughing hope
still colors of grace and belief
feelings pouring from the shadows
never just make believe
always like the wonder of quiet faith
the struggle between knowing
and just...

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The bird brigade has been summoned.
The empathy princess is down. Completely depleted of all energies, through ridiculously and blatantly giving too much of herself to others again.
I’m lying on the grass, prone, watching a cricket...

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Your smile was always like the sun
Lighting my heart with pleasure
Reflecting all the faith inspired by your dreams
Breathed across a sea of cobalt inspiration
Filled with intimacy that whispers praise
To the One who gave us all...

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The final frontier – post consciousness

as imagined by cogent, fervent, intelligent,
lucent, occident, reticent, and uneminent 
nonestablishmentarian.

The following disquisition initially describes 
emotions prior to experiencing corporeal death, 
yet unbeknownst to this skeptical atheist, his 
anticipatory anxiety...

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Ei-rian The Befallen

How is it did I know her name?
I ask myself still, since pass was the tranquil night
If I should sleep will I see her again?
To seek if a darken truth, be flourish light

Those...

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Clouds spiral down and curl around to touch me
—not those western drizzle shrouds
baring a soul of misery mizzle
...though I adore a good wallow in sorrow  —no 
these clouds come from yonder bluebird wilds
white cirrus...

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A fresh pink sky lights up the dawn
Heavenly grace soaring across the mountains
Brilliant whisper of silence caressing the pines
Silhouettes of branches dancing on green grass
Romance and wonders falling on flickers of morn

Shadows are lifted from...

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Aphrodite, the goddess of love
 Breathed a charm on my skin
  Telling it to feel like it was dancing
   When the one I love happened 
    Within sight, where...

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That room; 
And the bathroom too, 
She made them alien territory. 
My petty sentiments kicked in, 
And made me a slave to my roommate. 

The scented atmosphere, stockings; 
Frilly brassieres in plain sight, 
And blouses...

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Spoken And/Or Written Words

Time gone by e'er since being quiet natured boy,
more so nowadays declare exhausting countless
hours expending, extolling, and exuding prufuse
joy, no surprise, asper experiencing passion, sans
reading (select age appropriate material as a lad...

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You didn’t leave me in the past,
Where faded memories were dark, shadows
Breaking through my peace, rhythms
Raining like echoes from the long-ago,
Erasing the beautiful, the joy and hope
The promises of wonderful, in hues
So brilliant, like the...

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You’re a little bit like sunshine
Flooding the windowsill 
After an invigorating rain shower
Whispers prayers to heaven
Praising the One who gave us all
The buttery sun and throbbing
Patter of rain melting all the heat
Sighing with compassion 
That...

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She stands on cliff’s edge in her skimpiest nightie, not caring who sees.
Feeling her connection with the east wind which has always protected her.
The shale-like red rocks have settled, they give her a firm grasp...

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Deep in the forest, where noon breathes
Dewdrop blessings and whispery treasures,
	Rising in the softest mists, caressing the spirit
		Melodies of gentle, coloring the twilight
			In melancholic leaves, sensitive, soothing
				Away the whimsical, wistful skies…

Deep in the forest, where...

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in shadows of rain’s still breath, listening
to the gentle in each whispery suggestion
falling down amid the colors, softly glistening
lingering beneath the story, voice’s question

on the light, healing grace from moon’s rhythm
praising while summer pleads with...

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The Sound of Colours
http://gregoryswisdom.blogspot.com.au/2015/07/the-sound-of-colours.html

Red sounds like blood dripping out through some severed artery,
Bursting out in a gush from a severed head, or limb, spluttery.
Or the hot breath of passion in the pulsing darkness, whispery.

Orange is...

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Yearning,
Yearning moved within the human heart 
And of its own volition, there arose an utterance 
so new, 
so raw, 
so absolute,
It would not be held.
Rather, it rose up and off the tongue
In boundless Joy and...

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I ride the vibrant crests
Of a tangerine moon
Glowing across stardust ridges
Where inspiration tickles
My heart with laughing dewdrops

I drift on the edge of a smiling
Emerald forest filled with
Whispery pines and strong oaks
All the trees remind me...

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Silhouettes dance on the grass
Whispery and lissome, 
Haunting the shadows of noon
With reminders of beauty
When we were struggling to write
That phrase, verse, haiku
Lovely words gripping hearts
With faith and hope and love
Kindness breathed on the soul
In...

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Wore my heart on my sleeve
That’s just what they said
Like a child inside I grieved
When there was pain to be had

There was a twinkle in my eye
Like the stars, it seemed to smile
All the way...

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Cars are the wind on the streets
semi-truck wheels shriek thunder,
rain shatters against stone and brick walls
on dusty roads, oak trees fence with twigs—
wushu wooden clatters.

Dreadful arrays of dryads
azure and amethyst gossamer haze,
sleek, silken strikes gist...

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Timid, almost without sound
A raindrop kisses my naked skin
And I feel the joy of knowing
Ambiances only God could shower
As this soft rain falls quietly
Serenity seems to whisper proudly…
Grace abounds in the rainfall

Silent as the moon...

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He was a non-talking man, floating around, watching, smiling at me, winking sometimes.
He waited on me hand and foot, bringing delicious ethnic dishes to me on a regular basis,
Never ruining the atmosphere or the mystique...

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It was a memorable evening, bright
with my beautiful, charming fiancé
(once my wretched, tormented heart's delight)
near the old village of Fatheringay.

Drawn by the lilt of a whispery voice,
we found ourselves in a dark, rustic pub.
An inner misgiving...

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