Night poet as, I create
Other poems possible
Tankas intimate
Heroic rhyming poesy
Iambic couplets plenty
Nursery rhyme tales
Greek elegy odes
Italian novellas fables
Mournful elegies
Poesy, sestinas, villanelles
Other verse lyrics
Short rhythmical compositions
Spiritual rhyme versifications
Innovative poetry stanzas
Book anthology prefaces
Literary novelettes
Epic narratives
Categories:
prefaces, literature,
Form: Acrostic
A sage embarasses his friend
drains the blood from his face
prefaces a bit of his friend's earthly end
in Perpetuity the stain hath no place
Categories:
prefaces, heaven, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
many prefaces
emphasis on Ephesus
said on premises
what we do intend
hand of friendship did extend
love of God will lend
had a huge hassle
trying to put on my tassel
to ground will wrestle (wraahstle)
others have been caught
open email rather not
wife will have me shot
did declare a truce
for communion have grape juice
or tie neck in noose
free for all was fair
she had ripped out all my hair
now my head is bare
God brought me along
what we saw became a song
heard by a huge throng
feet started to soak
then found frog who liked to croak
he had become broke
God who does bestow
caused popularity to grow
put on quite a show
God always redeems
made Boles great on balanced beams
became party of her dreams
went walking down hall
following hall protocol
be sure to not fall
made my life fuller
became puller and pusher
of hope plush pillar
was worth waiting for
heard a message ship to shore
we have won the war
found a place for poor
in big house on a beach shore
now need an encore
after dissension
God gave me His permission
accept a commission
Categories:
prefaces, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Electriconic connection
On a melting world
And my pain has completely lost her voice
Pajamas up since seven on the sofa now eleven
Where in abundance we can shiver the leaves and have our heads shake things out
Quarreling lovers are burrowing mothers are sorrowful daughters all terrible fathers we are
Pajama thirty now on the eleven-spot now “Zap-2-it” on-screen
I say all this because I love you and me though it's only because you love me that I love me
and know what love means
Can I paint broader strokes stepping out of the window of the house I am painting? Paint,
paint the colors of the paint?
Where were you when you were born: in a house or in a womb? On your mother or on the
ground?
Prefaces like precipices make modern living monolithic and rained on. Like how the flowers
need it.
I’m standing behind you now with your permission.
Hanging bow hanging bow
Bow bow bow
Hang bow hang
Let the rain wash the soiling regret
Make blood fill the veins of our roots
Blooming bloom blooming
Blooming asunder
Categories:
prefaces, naturehouse, me, house, love,
Form: Free verse
Remember: Alba are quiet, narrow, and corrugated and
Prefaces like precipices make modern living monolithic and claustrophobic…
Pudica are elongated, oak-shaped and glossy. Dark green color. Ever-blooming.
I’m standing behind you now with your permission, like the
Pedals of Swahili love poems,
Hanging bow, hanging bow,
Says Murchie, “after all, we are [all] made of star dust…”
So bow, bow, bow to the night fragrance that lures the sphinx moths
To pollinate them and hang bow hang as they dupe
Their pollinators into thinking there is nectar...
Let the rain wash away the soiling regret
Of the earth’s surface, “best be regarded as alive!” by Margulis...
Make blood fill the veins of our roots
Providing shelter to ghosts and demons
Just like Plumerian folklore and its
Blooming bloom blooming
And so "as a theory, Gaia is now winning!"
Blooming asunder
The good doctor
Strangelove who
Concludes his generation
“Has turned inward and discovered
Categories:
prefaces, science
Form: Free verse
If you could read my emotions
You’d probably lose focus
Be honored by my closeness
Honored that I wrote this
If you could hear my whispers
And see my gestures
You’d see how my words could affect her’s
If you could read my offense
You’d see I have no defense
And you have no reasons
To deny your feelings
Cause I go for the long ball
I’m in for the long haul
And I could wait all night just to receive your phone call
So if you’re ready, I’m here
And if you’re not I’ll wait
Just take your time… make sure you’re reading it straight
If you could read my mind,
You’d be reading for an eternity
Thoughts flow so fluently
Conversations about you and me
I hope you like what you read
I hope you love what you see
Prologues and prefaces
Intros and outtakes
Allow you to intake and inhale the essence
And embrace the aroma
And get a feel of my aura
It burns and glows
To light your way
And enlighten your heart
I’m hoping you stay,
To finish the rest
But, I won’t put under any duress
If you like it, you like it
If you don’t, you don’t
But we’ll see…
By the end of tonight
Categories:
prefaces, love, mystery, hope,
Form: Free verse
i have not the words nor many a thing to offer as i so believe you deserve.
So many prefaces of you have touched me,becoming imbedded.
Tender lights of hope gently dance in the darkness of my heart.
the patient feel of your sweet loving hold sooths endlessly in my mind and soul.
all discomfort of day slowly drifts away in the precious thought of secret design.
To be wanted as i want.
may this become a truth one day;till then the light will dance.
I fear telling of all the feelings i so carry inside for i wish not to overwhelm as i know
this would.
Yet, past and unwanted,even still unnoticed was the trembling of my heart and soul as i
held in my arms what wantings i so desired.
This could hold me one day in the same way.
Day in and day out this vision of all you are haunts.
If but a brief moment in time of pleasure be taken in,that moment will be savored within
my deep and most satisfying memory.
This overwhelming madness is so terrifyingly new,when so many of my precious moments in
life drift to thoughts of you.
Power to create;
Power to destroy.
Categories:
prefaces, adventure, confusion, friendship, happiness,
Form: I do not know?