Short Betoken Poems

Red roses wristlet
Orange roses boutonniere
As betoken of 
The countryside espousal 
Of two souls becoming one












3-11-2016...

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While walking barefoot 
In the pellucid beach sand
Appeared in the mind
Glimpse of the kindred spirit
Betoken of destiny











3-1-2016...

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Crimson heart pendant
Betoken of a promise
Shattered in the floor
As swain boat sunked in the sea
Breaking ties of true love bond













4-5-2016...

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What a horrible ruin
Vows falsely spoken
Love's most terrible tune
Heart and vows broken
Vows broken too soon
Joy has escaped, stolen
A night's dark-dull moon
Love's most bitter token
Sad day, sad afternoon
Tears and blood betoken
Love, a scary baboon.

Sky POET...

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When it's me for you to get blind 
Ehat else you'd have to see in this era

Inhuman

I saw one as to be dead 
In front one blink of my eyes
What else even could be expected!

Sophistication
Mad was I in order 
To have a simple thought process

Shivery

Soul at its’ peak and rupturing there
And one day it’ll die together with

Annoying?!...

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We see but a sliver
Of golden gleams,
We see but a sliver
Of prophetic dreams,
We see but a sliver
Of many terrific things,
We see but a sliver
Of his graceful wings;
For these heavenly things,
God asks eyes fully open
To see and then betoken
Others to see a sliver
More, of that golden river.


-See the dreams of demon's so easily as we lay unconscious.  Pray you wake up before the nightmares begin....

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large black
                eyes
dreamy&
            seductive
in potent simplicity

betoken

        distraction

eyez
a poetry
    ephemeral  detail
obscure
yet
revealed
            burning deep

a femme
            fatale
of desire
     in erotic
                overtones
in an
         eternal
             instant

NOTE also see  my ekphrasis on Berthe herself  'IMPRESSIONS thru the glass 'ceiling'...

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. for public domain

Set fire to our mothers' graves,
frenetic genetics is all the rave,
give "Yesterday" a parting wave,
reeling feelings now enslaved.

Exchange a useless past for "Now",
the Broken Tablets, the Golden Cow.
Feel the breeze, the chill, the bone,
bow to Nothing, burn the throne.

Low chants that leave no hollow echo,
betoken the trim of New Age deco.
Holding flames against the rain,
condemned to repeat, we start again....

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. for public domain

Atlanta! Atlanta!

People laid out in the street,
dying, diseased, and broken,
poets in old Atlanta
found few words betoken
what none would read out loud.

Scattered in blood soaked streets,
torn body parts and brains,
human devastation,
none like nature's wrath rains,
what none should see unshroud.

Bodies hung in the streets,
smeared with mud and blood,
uncivilized civil war,
more grim than Billy Budd,
what none could sing too proud....

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