Short Decant Poems

Let each work
Be the work of God
And that each word be decant
With the seed's of His love

GF...

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Let each work be
The work of God
And that each word
Be decant with the
Seeds' of his love

GF...

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This pen, solid black opaque void
spills out its inky soul for me
so I can decant my own
Thanks, pen, you are Christ Almighty
I will call you Hector...

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Listen to poem:

Pour your heart out, let it flow.
Like a river's torrent, let it go.
On your bare arms let it glow.
Let its rhythmic pulse show,
that you really, truly, deeply can bestow
pure, stark, emboldened emotions all aglow.
With heart exposed, a sleeve gateau....

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A new beginning
        With
Extravagant flowers'
Doth' adorn your feet
         Decant
    In the life
Of Abstinence
        Where
The Heavens' shall
        Sing....
And sprout forth
The seed's of your
    Beauty...
Heavenly Bound

        Poet Author
        Gary Fields...

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A shot of tequila..
Stare in my eyes.
Sparkling stars
up in the skies.
Paralleling motives.
Hands upon hip. 
Cacoethes whirling.
Undeniable grip.
Passionate sounds.
Decant from my soul. 
Sweat dripping down.
Love in control. 
Messages sent with a push..
and a pull. 
Satisfaction released..
Passions will rule....

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Florid elegance ablush
Nestled in gardens lush
Pigments triumph aplenty
Resilient verdant sentry

Colossal erectile shoots
Ingrain deep abyssal roots
Precious tis platinum spun
Abreast arising sun

Glorious tis supple reign
Aubade beauteous engrain
Vibrant sword lily plant
Borne on Gaia’s decant

Traverse archaic path
Helios waning wrath
Shadows await dusk
Abscond obliging musk

3/15/2022...

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Curator's canvas primed white
Pure white and found wanting
a common subject to decant- 
Man and Woman, in waiting.
Once laurel-wreathed,
Now ceremonially decadent.
Not a word, True Love breathed...
Recoiled lives once ravelled
will be parallel lives travelled
in convoluted loving.
And truer twisted hating.


Posted: 21/07/2018.
(This is about the love/hate aspect that unravels what could be good relationships.)...

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From strength to strength...

...this full body this flow...

I find myself in the soup...

my palet hungers the flavour...

where artisan and genius grow...

poets feed the ladle...

we all feel the sweet interpret...

this nourishment gathers all to celebrate...

...from our rich decant...

each poet decorates...

...we breathe the nearer...

...the deciduous - deciphers

...more brilliantly...

...our soup full compliment......

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