I skip one stone across the pond,
an oblate onyx dotting i's
in footles of a vagabond
who tiptoes after tiger eyes.
Perhaps the ripples left behind
are teary runes of gray moonstone
by starry sapphires once declined
for poesies of chalcedone.
In unison do pines recite
around the swaying cellophane
with spruce in verses malachite
on tawny-needled counterpane.
Soon aloe waters recompose
an epilogue of silent prose.
11/5/17
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If you cut it up in pieces,
will you miss the whole unseen
Its DNA in tatters,
and soul now left the scene
In your search for understanding
do your eyes burn hot and fry
From visions tightly woven,
—whose knots you must untie
When your world is brought to rubble,
with its remnants cast about
Will you try to re-inflate balloons,
whose air has long blown out
But tomorrow there’s a sunrise,
and the next day after that
With not one question you need ask,
to bring the daylight back
And once you learn this secret,
now at rest upon your nose
Your mind will free with spirit joined,
—their love to recompose
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
This dreadful desire consumes me
Your loving touch eludes me
How I yearn so for your intrusion
But I'm well aware of its graceful illusion
The seemingly pure conclusion
Drawing out my evolution
Only ending in a distribution
Of all that is left of the old me
You can't seem to fathom
The strength of your grip on my atoms
You can decompose and recompose me
With a touch you throw me off balance
I shake more than an old tree
When you come by me so slowly
Without a word you renew me
Seduce and confuse me
With but a look I'm your's
With but a smile I soar
The taste of your lips
Tears me to pieces
I want you and only you
Oh God, what ever shall I do?
O sweetest Euphrosyne
Fair as the dawning eastern gleam
Descending as vestal dew drops
To rouse to life the sleepy marigolds
For thee yearns my heart!
O beloved Muse
Of nature, the heavens and the waters
Just when the bud is blossomed
Fly my heart like pollen
In thy wind garment of sentiments;
O Ares, my vim and vigor,
Be thou my Instigator to conquer
The seven ancient worlds
And again recompose their wonders
With my aesthetic sword and aegis!
ps. this was for school i had to write it
Everything is silent
As soon as she walks in
Her eyes begin to twinkle
The boys they start to grin
She struts onto the dance floor
In her mini skirt and tube top
She feels everyone’s eyes watch her
As the lights begin to drop
Bam! Goes the music
Woo! Goes the crowd
The girl starts to dance
All of a sudden it’s no longer loud
Then the song skips
The crowd begins to giggle
She gets off beat
Then her feet start to wiggle
Her face is bright as the sun
Then she stops to recompose
She motions at the DJ
Then she strikes a pose
The music starts up
And she dances once again
She’s as elegant as a bird
That glides across the wind
She has regained her title
She is the queen of the dance floor
All the boys love her
She is the only one they adore
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