.
deep
in
hern breathe
az up from her hips
my calloused dukes
slid
'long her sides
up
my slides
her pretty respired
softly
her little
winsomely wept whilst
her toes
hern lifted
*yeah I know y'all 'bout weep'd (wept)
I know y'all know mine verbose...
..le poete fait un clin d'oeil ')
Why should I tolerate?
You should tolerate
when the girl you loved hugs you.
You can’t breathe.
But respired the heat.
You should tolerate
when the boy you loved holds your hand.
You can’t make a move.
But felt the pulse.
You should tolerate
when the rain deluges you.
You can’t walk.
But sensed the fish kissed your foot.
You should tolerate
when the string of guitar snapped.
You can’t hear.
But hit the vibration of air.
You should tolerate
when the child cries.
You can’t find the reasons of unknown.
But saw the tears rolling on chin.
Ceasing vision as a kiss viewing blurred;
I'm blinking fluttering beliefs sentiments;
So a precured glimpse visual perceptions;
~
Grays whites viewed bombarded glimpse of dim mist;
In the drought bronze misted blinded heated dulls;
Now seeing dawns slanted luminosity blanket lulls;
~
Crying blinded drawn breath respired uncoiled;
Blinking sighted hot burnt ambers hazed lonely summer days;
a droughting dust storm hot breath atmosphere kissed at bay;
~
Face is hot not as warm;
Vision block not blurred;
I'm panting caught up in, This dried summer's windstorm;
~
8/2/21~ 2021©
For Imagism Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Summer’s sizzle
Eventually begins to expire.
Revelries of the raspberry-seasoned days I’ve respired soon will be
Eclipsed by
Nuances of a new serenity.
Impinging on August’s lethargy-inducing ways and
Tip-toeing in, wearing her
Youthful still-green garb . . .
Autumn elegantly enters!
Wandering wistfully from September into October, she
Awakens nostalgia in me!
Kaleidoscope colors
Embroidery trees brightly as
Nature surrenders so beautifully to
Ebbing embers of sunbeams which paint ever-hastening twilight splendors -
Disappearing at last into the calm gray of the first snow-FALL.
Aug. 25, 2020
Micro-particular molecular particles whose properties carry less mass at any given time typically are airborne, only to be respired and absorbed through means of respiration.
Exhaled only to be once again; inhaled.
Trapped inside inner linings of esophageal passages.
Buoyantly escaping; light-like-quick.
Tumbling like a cyclonic feather.
Blue rays with ultrasonic transfers of unconditional compromises shine light on this symbiotic shrubbery.
Rif-raf relief is a resulted byproduct or so-called "nuisance dust."
Unequivocal numeric figures comparable to such matter, couldn't positively identify with no such indication.
The previous possession will remain under further investigation.
Breath in.
Breath out.
Tumbling airborne once being transferred or transformed.
De-composition turns flesh into bone, leaving behind symbiotic shrubbery; discarded rif-raf.
Rispired and absorbed through means of respiration.
Exhaled only to be once again;
Inhaled.
4-21-15
10:08pm
Ironic Zinc.. .
A Summer's dawn
one early chosen morn
cleared haze of sleep
prepared to ponder deep.
Gaze with awakened eye
towards that dawning sky
with pensive thought upon
to whom does it all belong.
With a breath of air, respired deep
take in all with, admired sweep
ponder upon, One who created it all
what makes it stand out to enthrall.
I considered the purpose of that Great Creator
as I humbled at the footstool of that Maker
I envisage too the vastness of His space
as I bathed in the rays of His Love and Grace
Fields upon fields,
of flowers that fly,
in such a beautiful prose,
only for the eyes,
of my beautiful lullaby.
Respired innocence,
sent to perform,
and break the chain,
that causes one to mourn.
And no matter what I cant sup,
I know deep down in my gut,
that things in life,
will no longer be bare,
cause I have the fields,
the beautiful fields that weal's,
flowers that care.
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