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R.G. Inigo Poem
Voyagers, convene thyselves to return, among us...
Caesura, crown nigh clod, a sylph unwept,
elision thy silhouette, meno thy minuet...
Thine late occurence on thee, wake of cerise sand
Thou belief, like a billow, upon your whitish cheek,
'Twas marina bay, her twaddle a garb of mer,
A henchman docks, thy quay, girdles stymie ebbs,
but he cannot dream aloft a dream she confers...
O'er to woo hand in hand, thou overture unto Sirocco,
Plagues thy pirate ships, quakes men with mar,
His and his only demand, an aegis for lagoons amidst...
Once deluged, sun askew above, one abyss of bagatelles
Deters a tocsin, feign mooting mammals, thy kin a boon,
Aquatica, thee damsel for diminuendos, spurns thy sire,
Her gentle mettle, calls thee, His fervor season calentures...
Aloof thy celestial kisser, nay thy nine, vim domiciles solitary
Doomed skulls ravish, an age id by ice, culls thee, for chastity,
Some may not know, we died to have our love live, over and again,
Amity vows posy littoral seaflowers, buoys colonnades of adventure...
thence, cradles await upon matins, sail thy Oceanus genesis, amen.
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The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim...
Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay,
God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the daggled the minder harks,
a chest not in to rest, of dais edicts, cudgels so contagious;
haughty wheels peddle rashly between two havocked hearts,
foisting wintry fobs of progeny pleating to let pigeons exeunt,
if bedlam trotting by pothers ye, the cob, yet calmly sings,
"Fare-thee-well, Oh snowflake in dwindle, hallow me next spring,
via crepuscules, cleaved like vacant aulas crescendo conveyance,
wholly abutting city lights, this chimney calling cannot sight!"
Jolly pedestrians twinge at our capitol! Touring a mindful chance,
Ample of verve, knowing mortuary amblers must get their fight!
"Fountains, thawing ye? Janitor, what does the blind really see?"
tryst squelch time, squirm squander squalors n' ante antiquated feet,
Jocund or beh£s belief! Ye! Behind bellicose belletrists by beggars!
When baubles full-fledged, hast consummated thee to hobnob no more,
jongleur sloshed anchors on mimes bare laid laic stoolie, loupe aims,
Headmost, request lasting breaths above broadcasting fortune n' fame,
Then fated fires the Sniper jostles from home to goad n' prod,
Ye kindred stanchion and I, skimmed, the sunset even with me...
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Our qualms doth not live aloft our dreams to confer
Upon heavenly horizons where every soul shall dwell
Twas meant to turneth thy sight away from a lovers stare
Should sunshine always show, should seas forever break swell
Thou and thou maketh one long vow bound before holy eyes
As fate end lives to lure in new casts God maketh so endears
Why hath ye been sojourned in secrecy of where thine truest treasure lies
When in that divine next place, you will sigh at thine sight of no fears
Mustn't time only tell tales lived on by unvanquished surrenderers
Sailing cordially lost with us, addled no more but paddled on pent in pain
Or herein reap rewards wrought upon death’s frozen oar bearers
Shores to shores, we promised ourselves cradles to returneth once again
Thus as adventure unfolds amongst ocean graves hushed we see
Where perpetual peace reigneth forever we are at last in love at sea
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To the North, South, East, and West...
Geniuses are lost in the jaunty jewels of rakish cads,
The hazard morsel palaver allot odium on idioms...
Rankle virulent mishmash wheeze addle chagrin jives,
Loosing a volley of expletives ordure waft charmed oafs,
Self-iniquity gull maven heresy when blighted wizardry jinxes,
Ticklish cynic infidel swindle dupe cozen duress...
Squall patois and whammy sham schemas wriggle hoaxes,
Charlatans and hoodlums melange to dunce vows,
A shyster unquiet quivers with jester gestures now...
Semi-sacrilege vitiate and endemic jargon raze imps,
This collides as a white energy as dolt hooligan knaves beget...
Colloquial bilge putrefy, the rascals soon flatter us,
Bollix of potpourri lingo wanes to tutelary tongues,
Harlequin coercion argot musical novellas in history,
Pray our shifting shrapnel of karma, varnish boor minds,
Erstwhile, live grenades made of better lives are unvanquished as they are
thrown by unsung heroes into the North, South, East, and West,...amen...
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There is a kingdom inside all of us,
That follows us wherever we go,
It was God that put us here,
It is God that takes us back,
We don’t know when, we don’t know how,
Our beloved Lolo, will take our love and our memories along with him to heaven…
There is a soul inside all of us,
That tells us what to do,
And tells us what to say,
He filled us with passion,
He filled us with purpose,
Our beloved Lolo, has fulfilled God’s will,
And blessed us as witnesses upon his farewell…
As his time to return to heaven has come.
Let us embrace his wisdom, through the time we shared with him in existence.
For we did not only exist with him here; we survived, we lived, we cherished.
In the days, across the seasons, beyond the years, and throughout this world,
We shall be parallel with him defying time and space.
For his very peaceful soul has given us the courage to see what others wish they could
have seen,
To notice what others wish they could of noticed, to grasp what others wished they could
have grasped,
And to conquer what others wish they could have conquered.
The beginning of the journey, the middle of the story, the end and the history...
Let us have just one long obedient commitment to Lolo...
That we pledge we will use the gifts he passed onto us in serving of the Lord our God,
Let us rejoice in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
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I do not waltz, betwixt this sound,
I cannot descry, your whispered amulet,
Hexed by silence, still I hear your lament,
as other birds chirrup, they too can imagine,
along these osculate words...
I try, to listen to the bells, sedulous nihility,
I want Mozart in my mind, I yell, demused,
I missed my train, another consortium delayed,
From Elysian fields, you call and call again...
Somehow, your words seem true to me,
Sometimes, you know, but you don't hear me,
Someway, the hindrance of my earthly epistles:
The painful, sly and poignant, missive envisage,
docile tones of your tongue, conducts satiny notes,
Palpable facial expressions, lead me on and on,
and the violin of my waltz,
sustains my love,
forevermore....
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Men and men are torn apart like withered roses cut from its gut,
Twain against each other to destroy and defend for yesterday's memory and
tommorrow's dream,
Sanguine fluids on sodden hands suits the vehemence of their miasmatic souls,
Evil never ceasing to rend asunder until rare peace prevails perpetually,
Only then is the white flag raised high...
The ungarroted hearts of their unslayed passion write to fill blank pages,
The illusion of unspoken reflections tied with a yearning voice of freedom,
Unfolds a dream the tides of good will bring for the world beyond the laws of man,
While women bequest everlasting oaths and ode to the indestructible love of their
children,
Only then we are at peace just as grass fields flow with the wind...
The question of existence becomes certain on the facade of subterfuge and
revenues of the hopeless,
Contumacious kings must configure and confide the paths of their people to
protect and preserve,
Upon our eyes all exempt from the darkness of night, the day decides laud shall
lead us on,
The night comes to give us rest and time to appreciate of what is now and what
has been,
Only then to wake, rise, and see the morning sigh is the dream which has come
true...
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Last name here, First step there, only one allay...
Vestige sagacity, flaxen ochroid genes skitter down,
Diddle drizzled dints to acquiesce an ugly axis,
Whet of whiled grime, tips on me thus to dawn,
In hands of lonely children, bid these lips bye-bye...
Bequest oaths, for ode by love is a home plight,
Coalescing pivots crux fine fortunes through,
Docent tasks fathom nature's dew of grief,
Tons of totes vex abstruse wills to loot,
But virtuous lenity glib adept heartfelt reefs,
Gait jiffy haps with tribes so grim time tears,
God's flanges tarry finales who lope o'er losers,
But foremost, guerdon sojourn souls aiding others...
Accouter the outfitter by concords of trust,
Master a gentlemen and woman of good taste,
Upon Sunrise and Sunset, leave wise and do weep,
The bequeath of ensuing generations propound...
Upon birth and grave, life and death, -but more life...
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From the Heavens, our vices seen,
stainless, expressionless, push wrinkled coy
cadavers...
Ancient goddesses sculpting, almost clinging;
diffident osseous perfection,
lest seeking lives,
each draping marble clothing,
don't mistake your depravity,
for a book or poem of your whole life,
-you scrawl yourself...
Steel sized love, pull hanging bodies;
to the grave, as mankind can only gaze,
at childish games...
Some gods,
cast in Melodrama's, on high sky castles,
not many know, a human will,-the architect:
can direct and compose, its Purpose...
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My love,
We saw the last of each other, holding hands and dying.
Memories flashing ever so familiar, from past lives.
From a time together walking with Jesus in the Holy City,
From a time together watching Michelangelo carve David,
From a time together dancing the ball of Bonaparte,
From a time making love on a yacht in Monte Carlo,
Tears fall from our loved ones left behind,
as more and more remembrances are recalled.
Returning to dust, our closed eyes open upon heaven.
We reappear, unknown to each other, oceans apart.
No longer able to speak, no longer able to feel.
Gazing below, seeing people walking, watching us,
dancing, sailing and making love,
living life the way we once lived.
We continued to gaze deeper onto our reflections,
And upon the sea, we found we were both birds,
flying together into the same horizon.
With more memories yet to be written,
At last...
Eternally yours...
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