Short Cherubic Poems
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Vexing reflection
DNA dipped disarray
On innocent babe
Conceived by rapist
Despite dark deed still birthing
Cherub like angel
CHERUBIC QUINTESSENCE
bucolic beauty
of branches with ruddy leaves ~
Autumn’s chubby cheeks
9/24/2017
first gaze upon my child's cherubic face. . . knowing immortal love
Jan. 26, 2019 for the Heavenly Monoku Contest of Kim Rodrigues
The rhapsody
Sonata of the heavens
In the woodwinds of dusk
Are the cherubic voices
Underneath a harvest moon
The songs of passion
Sweetly painting
The nocturne
The vehement attraction overwhelms
My love for her knows no bounds
Her cherubic face is small and cute
I cry and cheer until I'm mute
My parasocial yearn may not be reciprocated
But when my love is so strong, it will be vindicated
Cherubic faces all aglow,
Hidden treasures, much to show
Innocence, magic, love and light
Live within this package bright
“Daddy, Mommy, look at me!”
Run and jump, then, flying free
Even on days that seem very grim,
Nothing can match a hug from them!
Upon an empty shelf in a place
No one can remember sits a doll in lace
Frilled collar, Elizabethan taste
Blue eyes twinkle on her face
Cherubic lips ready for a kiss,
Dusty blond - of a quality long missed
Alone on a shelf she just sits
Waiting for someone to remember her
in her antique abyss.
When sky smiles it’s pink,
cherubic smile,
the universe glistens
in golden ecstasy.
I sashay through
the lavender and am awed
at the majestic splendor
of the pleasured sky,
secure in the knowledge that
Heaven has kissed
earth’s gentle face,
once again...
the day is sweet.
I stood gazing, amid the garden's glow,
at cherubic hues of peach and zaffre
subtly bubbling around the fountain's flow.
I stood gazing, amid the garden's glow,
at this! The Maker's restorative show,
His blessing of the beauty to proffer.
I stood gazing, amid the garden's glow,
at cherubic hues of peach and zaffre.
I’d rather lead a wagon train over
Donner Pass in the heart of cold winter
than take a chance on cherubic Cupid’s
insipid arrow; does X really mark
the spot, and is the promise of true love
such a treasure?
A lifetime of love letters burns easy
in the fires of infidelity,
and the discovery of trickery
will cause a lass to never again say
it’s love or bust!
Red, yellow, orange,
brown and green
spilling across acres;
fresh dollops of paint on a canvas
textured with red fox, grey squirrels,
colored footprints, dot the sky.
Laughing clouds in cherubic-grin,
listen to the humming winds
as they celebrate,
autumn ecstasy...
a nature-collage.
No need to hang this one on the wall,
just walk in.
SOME thoughts are daggers
as others are kisses
while hugs are squeezed
to contain BURSTING
joy; ...my privately confessed
delusions -->. God pleasure return
my m i n d \. THESE pesterous
Cherubs sending L oVE
air mailed / i delightfully collect
their stamps for the golden saliva
by cherubic artist can visit me
post return of my comatic brain.
unraveling|~|
08052019
Under the sticky city lights
She wears venom high heels
Quenches ones thirst of margarita
Sway meringue and salsa
Eyes speaks- the twilight shadow of her soul
Smiles spread from her Cherubic face
Drown the crowd with her laughter
Desired by many sleepless envy
A mute whispers untamed heart-
of society's hair of glitter and salt
Still Nameless,mysterious undisclosed
Back in wilderness_she evolve.
Cupid, Cupid, cherubic sprite
Do you feel at all contrite
To fire your bow at only one
Then fly away and say, "I'm done!"
Cupid, Cupid, do you delight
To set a single dart in flight
So one can pine, the other run
Is that your impish way of fun?
Cupid, Cupid, who do you serve
That tolerates such childish nerve
Does God or Satan have your oath?
Personally........Methinks its both!
Timothy I. Brumley
FORGIVE me if They think i am Mad
a center must have a whole
which i missed while drinking
starlight and licking orgasmic-
cosmic dust while tending to
a lost angelic gaggle of giggling
cherubic-like girls; (hand hiding
Mouth) Even the Heavens have s e x
like our blades of early morning
grass drip dew do i really love
how the dogs all bark at once when
they saw that Star falling from
your Skies
:: 03.11.2020 ::
Ignorant was I my Lord
Dwelling in perpetual darkness
Without hope
Without dreams
Without perceiving a ray of light
Till
The calling of Your cherubic voice I heard
Coming from the depths of my soul
Which
Filled the inner void of my being with its sound
And
Led me to Your world of divine truth
Where
Eternal light is to be found!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 February 2019
HYDROPHOBIC
This man was from desert Arabic,
had child’s mind behind face cherubic.
As an adult he was free,
but never went to the sea,
for he was born a hydrophobic.
When needed to cross the Atlantic
by ship, he sank in bout of panic.
Lost faith in fate he could find,
mastered strength in phobic mind,
for the ship was not the Titanic.
July 31, 2019
Syllable count : 9/9/7/7/9
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Should early morning sunrise skip
A day or two and nighttime stars
All disappear from view, would you
Be there to hold my quaking hand?
When cherubic celestial wings
Begin their white, feathery molt
And fall to earth as virgin snow
Will you be down below with me
To warm and tender through the storm?
If all laughter turned to sadness
And music sounds on Mans deaf ears
Will we ever hear our laughter
Once the teary, tidal waves’
Incursion floods our precious shore?
I bares my bosom to
the open wind.
caressing and kissing
enternal peace to
what only heart can
feel.
I have stayed too
long
on this night of dead
winter.
Muttered lips gives
birth to words from
frozen and senile
thoughts.
No farewell,
thankless,i departed
as my heart sleeps
with the ice and
snow
flakes.
what is left of me?
The silver tears of
my
angelic wife,such
golden goddess.
And the wail of
cherubic kids.
With my fore i now lie.
A precious bud was born this hour
a lovely little Zinnia flower
her soft new petals grace the stage
with newness of life, a beautiful babe.
With a halo of fine sweet angel hair
no other has entered the world so fair
with sapphire eyes and cherubic charms
she’s carefully placed in her mother’s arms.
As her new mom weeps and her father sighs
this sacred moment cannot be denied
for heaven has sent a gift this hour
a pure and priceless Zinnia flower.
Written on 11/11/2019