Lofty oracle did with ceremonious rite fealty ordain
Two eagles soared on fecund mountain terrain
As twin peaks, sipped frothy dew from Venus's fountain
For a fortnight, rapturous clouds danced o'er my satin mane
But euphoric heights could not our platonic bond sustain
Anon, gilded valley below did your wandering eye retrain
Your cresting ego did my cherubic halo disdain
In wanderlust, you sifted greener pastures; drifting swain
Silting the tender lillies with a blighting stain
While from my spent pollen your nimble legs did abstain
As strapping lad, your insatiable mind rippling brooks did drain
Your **** desires drove you to climb the rockiest domain
And with intemperate senses the wildest herbs strain
My domesticated coattails could not stride your brackish train
My sallowing rose did a mildewed ring attain
Yet wilting stalk did in your fluttering shadow remain
Hoping for the cleansing tides of a penitent rain
Categories:
sallowing, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
sun is layered with black charcoal,
unceasing black skies wide n wide.
flash iluminating the horizon,
thunders wake the soul.
sprinkling rain comes gazing through,
touching & healing every broken soul.
sounds of sallowing streams near-by,
shaking windows of my out house,roaring through the drain.
clitters of birds,rhyming music of the rain,
trees leap & lurk to rains feat,
psyches are free to embrace nature's kiss.
a marvellous show of light & sound,
no words spoken only feelings profound.
i saw everything in surprise sat quietly by the window payne,
thinking over & over again
is this nature's orchestra set up to give us joy alleviate our pain.
WRITTEN ON-09/19/2012
Categories:
sallowing, faith, hope, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Sallowing leaves tarnish bough's regal crown
Swirling breeze pageant more doth confound
Dessicated lobes dressed in jaundiced gown
Crumpled folds in death's clutches bound
Cool tidal waves the exposed surfaces pound
Frothy glaze doth weathered follicles brown
Chilling currents surge; nutrient-rich channels drown
Shunted leaves from lofty crest tumble down
Shorn pinnates reassembling, lowly base doth crown
Richly dressing each, desolate, frozen mound
In layered splendor blessing the smitten ground
Categories:
sallowing, seasons
Form: Rhyme
Foraging through time's annals
Peering through the faded panels
Catching a glint through corroded channels
Seeking the sallowing bridges to re-enamel
Shuffling along desert lanes beaten down by Assyrian
chariot trains
Walking subsumed Royal Persian road, linking cultural
chains
Striding through exhumed Alexandrian cities'
ethnocentric strains
Strolling pebbled Roman boulevards accentuated by
aqueduct drains
Riding the Mongolian steppes listening to the murderous
refrains
Traipsing through gold-crowned Ottoman mosques
sprouting Christian veins
Lumbering penitently along Via Dolorosa grasping
sacrificial blood stains
Categories:
sallowing, history
Form: Rhyme
Standing 'neath rocky vestige on Hatteras Cape
Overhead, sky's billowy caverns offer cerebral escape
Proffering delusions of grandeur in every size, shape
A ventilated ocean of blue; visions of bliss at which to
gape
Yet mind firmly planted in gravity's brace
Earthy ambitions wandering eye doth embrace
Nature's rhythms around beating heart do drape
Cluttered ridges enveloped by Crape Myrtle's sallowing
serape
Dark clouds swoon over the ridges, panoramic view
efface
Malingering light house hovers o'er the shadowy terrace
An angry ocean rises and then tumbles at rocky base
Cool, frothy ocean mist curdles my exposed nape
Cresting waves pound shoals; weary feet do chase
Swirling wind hurdles stinging needles at weathered face
Screaming sea gulls serenade, then with strafing swoops
menace
Categories:
sallowing, natureocean,
Form: Rhyme
Being in love is walking away
Even though all you want to do so very much is stay
It's never having to say your sorry because no matter what
They already been said with only but a thought
Holding you tightly is always on my mind
As I drift off in my head back to our memories captured in time
But then back to my reality is where I wake to find myself at
Imagine that
Do you hear my screams in the night quietly telling you I long to be with only you
Do you even know what exactly to do
When you listen closely you hear the sound of the only woman who's has always loved you
Yes it's me and my love has forever been true
Being in love is saying goodbye
Fighting it back trying so hard not to cry
Sallowing hard that huge lump in your throat
Holding on to the baggage with which you so happily around with you tote
Waiting and praying for the day to come
In his arms for which you can again into run
Forgiveness there has never been a question of
Because only true love can and does come from the great heavens above
Categories:
sallowing, lost love, love, passionlove,
Form: Romanticism