Short Elixirs Poems
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Gold has no merit in hells market simply blood,
And the soul of those wicked and pure alike.
And the purest souls are like elixirs to his blackened lips.
my whispers
from
dark to light
what candle
sewn bright
quilting me
into night
knighted
aroma
induced love coma
cry ing
elixirs
my
whispers
?
Strawberry constellations twinkle
As seeds for meteors impact fields of greenery.
Abundance grown, as liquified elixirs are sown,
So unlike any ambrosia ever known.
Pure necromancy
Quintessential spells and elixirs
Warlock is in awe of the seasoned witch
He stays his distance, and in hiding
Fearing her mastery of mysticism and sorcery
dour, dank, disgusting and dark cannot last forever
unicorns bringing magic elixirs are around the corner
ready to fill your world with optimism and bubble gum
pink cotton candy and merry-go-round rides in your future
Old Gooseberry gets in when you let your guard down
Handsome, diabolically friendly, he never shows a frown
Temps you with spirits, pills and elixirs to make you high
Some addicts think he is a splendiferous, wonderful guy.
easy-going eccentric electric Eddie Edward
eagerly evolved, earnestly earning earthy eclectic
elixirs, executing exaggerated embellishments,
emotionalizing enchanting encyclopedic endorsements,
epitomizing enlightened entanglements, enticing envious emotions.
strawberry cottage was a wonderful hide out for the burgundy elf
She hid all of her spells and elixirs up high on a willow tree shelf
the gnome police searched for her, but never saw the cottage at all
It was magical, and camouflaged itself, they hunted in vain all that fall.
If I possess a living soul
Let it fill my life's frugal bowl:
And mix elixirs' grand design,
To give me peace before my time:
Give me intellect to inspire,
To always be one to admire,
And if my breath will breathe for naught,
'Ere the cause of death; a love clot.
©April 13, 2016 / Jerry Pat Bolton
You came to me with
Eyes of obsidian night
You beckoned me and
I followed you to the woods
And learned nature’s alchemy.
A plant for each of
Our organs to heal themselves
Many elixirs
Repose in her earthen womb
Steaming, boiling, releasing;
Magic steam rises
Infusion mixes the ores
Iron, copper, zinc
And minerals convert to
Heal and maintain the body.
I absolutely hate myself
for all of the things I've done
It's hard to ask for forgiveness
when I break your heart and run
I want to cry, I want it bad
But truth be told I can't.
I want to feel alive again
Breathlessly, though I pant.
The tears won't come, the drugs don't work
elixirs and potions won't sooth
nothing will ever compare to the love
I felt when wrapped up in you.
Form:
The encumbrance of
life
Copious and
never-ending
A leaching
gangrenous wound
In need of
dismemberment
From his torpid soul
The medicinal
elixirs have raped
the mind
And replaced it with
a dense syrup
That makes
cognition, onerous
He cares for nothing
Feels nothing—is
nothing
A means to an end
Has him captivated
Fixated on the task
Relief is at hand
But he lacks the
strength and courage
Wouldn't it be exquisite to write
the way Monet lavishly
painted masterpieces,
or Beethoven composed profoundly
simpatico symphonies,
graciously script epic sentiments as
utterly stunning as Neruda's
elixirs of enchanting poetry ~
Sell my soul for all eternity to
exhale infinite breaths amidst such
indubitably undying creations
Diatribes focus their galvic courses that run pure elixirs through the festival of blithe soon to become ribbons of unfurling sulfur that putrefaction molts sun-like claws of flames that ensconce the sarcophaguses it is in truth a graveyard and a shift to be had in it, the myriad of barbaric strides just caught in the upwelling, so prance beneath the stellar blue moon that visits so infrequently as sure as the night's first bloom.
Rigmarole in a Daytime Dream
The terrain we seek
The nightmare that divides
Charcoal textures
Ghostly halo
Healing elixirs
Tries to clear her eyes
Traditional poetic alchemy
Creative space
A tapestry of emotions
But they are already unfold
Swimming
In unconventional ways
Being.
Intertwining and resonating with each other
The essence of beauty
Traces of Truth
Written: January 24, 2023
Is Love a defect?
It could be considered
an emotional weakness
A chink in the armor
It causes you to
do unusual things- - - - -
Can get you to
alter your whole life
Do things that
are uncharacteristic
Bend you into it's
desires and whims
It is like being
under a magical spell
with potions and elixirs
It can even be
a defect in
your personality
But it also has
it's rewards that go
beyond your wildest imagination