Short Brush Aside Poems
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Body, who sees itself
A slave, are you
Therefore apt to brush aside
Life, that demeans.
But not this; for the soul
A fair prince is.
Too much beneath its contempt!
Fires star-filled dreams.
'Twas after a frosty night,
I caught a glimpse of sunlight,
Sparkling on a spider web,
Miracle, enough said,
Patterns so intricate,
Did not brush aside, delicate,
Yes, 'twas after a frosty night,
Spied a web of sheer delight!
I see the Night has come not yet
Breathe in the stars of our evening
Tomorrow Aurora will spread
And wake you up with light of being.
She'll brush aside the dream from eyes
She will flare up on cheeks of Glory
The thousands swords gift brilliant glance
to one who's getting sleep so jolly.
giants through the hour glass
stride leviathan
upon the hissing seeds of mountains
curl toes, summer freed,
about the pillars of the world
whose molten bloom
faded millennia ago
and crumbled down to dust.
upon these ancient shores
ponder as you brush aside
these clinging crumbs of mighty crags
once, a time ago
we were almost dust
and they were giants.
Within the quiet of the night,
amid the shadows of my pain,
the strength I held so fast to,
ebbs, as another tear does gain.
With out the giving of consent,
it brings forth a fellow traveler.
To follow a chaotic coarse,
across my cheeks, twilight pallor.
Bare of conscience thought, I brush aside,
the meaning each holds alone.
I hide behind my false bravado,
as my tears dry on their own.
A pink red sun hovers above my bed
Beneath the sea I ride my horse aloft
With streaming mane through currents swirling path
To see his majesties evening show
Every day I wonder how he thrills my soul
He mixes up his paints and flings his brush aside
Against the sun to spill some yellow glow
Then blue strokes turn satin sky purple soft
Jagged mountain rises up, falls back to the sea
And last the waves are strewn above the shore
Wondering if I could just find compose, that one last as special poetic
Pearl wherein it's final stroke I could lay this brush aside, step back....
Peer into her canvas these colours, their images ? Although such thoughts
Seem somewhat ironic given the fact that verse has never held my heart
Nor my dreams still I vaguely remember his hues splashed in cast about this
Cloth while time slipped by with love and loves; Jaded, bowing unto bitter gray.
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