Mirrors of Truth Fear Us Not;
Reflections in you we seek.
BARE not the fruits of truth,
As prudentia of our vanity unmasked.
Oracle of fear;
To thee we attend at birth;
To thee we see not at death;
O! sibylline Natalis come forth.
Lead us within,
Where idle your light awaits;
Though with indignation we bow,
Unisons we rise.
Eternal we Are,
REFLECTIONS!
Categories:
unisons, birth, confusion, death, mirror,
Form: Free verse
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Categories:
unisons, arabic,
Form: I do not know?
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Signatures rendered by the scholars of subliminals in sync
Measures of libations red cursive highlighted
Parchments pages blotted by renaissances regurgitated, host to most....
Mimick made prep school circles, in something going round and round
Unisons bleeding reechoed voices amid curriculum vitaes, wrapped in bound!?
Typecast in eight fonts dye print pangs of, literatures poetic maimed
Contemporary spin cycle verse in fascisms unseen posed to retrieve
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....Bacteriums, Poetry in `Motion ~
Categories:
unisons, hope, life, love, ,
Form: I do not know?
I have been captured by the smell of her fragrance!
Her hypnotic scent seems to linger in the
air, on and on it did linger on every scent gland.
I had been captured by her fragrance!
A scent you would never forget. Captured by her
sweet fragrant scent! A dash of rose and the light scent of
mint, all mix together in unique unisons.
I was truly captured in by her scent! Softly
it did linger into the deep recesses of my
nostrils and into the very core of my brain.
Captured by her fragrance!
A piercing scent that could invade your mind
in a never ending utopia of bliss... I'm just
a ordinary man, who has been captured by a strange
woman's sweet scent.
Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor
Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor
Categories:
unisons, confusion, happiness, life, lost
Form: Light Verse