Tall and Fair
Amid the field is a haunted well;
a soul can hear soft voices rising,
comely gentle, singing or advising;
and some mysterious calls to spell.
A maid cared to reflect her face,
twas many years back, so her song,
became a murmur to only prolong,
a desire of hers in depths to trace.
A well, some say, keeps the beauty
when poetic words define truelove,
as it is the maid's render of above,
but never fiddle with spells snooty.
She lifts, some say, your soul in air,
together you fly where pure ethers
wreak or shimmer in Spring anthers,
amid daisies to stand, tall and fair.
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Daffodils
Un vert soldat returns from war,
in green vast spreads and daffodils,
with bees to buzz above the gore,
he bleeds in haze from deathly bore,
dropping red drops on weeds and flor',
euphoric feed this ground of kills,
Un vert soldat returns from war,
in green vast spreads and daffodils,
O maker of the bees and flow'rs,
this is the field he run when small,
with birds on trees singing to stars,
the buzzing bees don't know of wars,
amid the souls that take this course,
utopian was his standing tall,
O maker of the bees and flow'rs,
this is the field he run when small.
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Finite Loves
In night's darkness you will see two blue eyes
when two stars were so close - close to touch;
she tipped that solitude soft, caress to match,
finite reach in the realms of your storied prize.
There your courses turned out to be harmonic,
inspired by the incandescent sparkle of above;
two stars reminded to both of that cold glove,
and iced disruption of finite loves, synchronic.
But it was so beautiful to hold under the skies,
to ask her eyes if seconds both could embrace,
as with her soft finger-tips two lips out traced,
and felt darkness with silent forbidding cries..
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Young Sister
Young sister from the angel world,
splendiferous to domes she stares,
entreaties touch her gracious soul,
ethereal sister angels called,
of thirty petals blooms to unfold,
her distant stars above lone fares,
young sister from the angel world,
splendiferous to domes she stares.
A neckchain forms a circle to bound,
the passage of the winds and rains,
her song recites that distant glare,
night spells to play benign her sound,
that spreads to far on lonely dare,
redemptive love in soul that reigns,
a neckchain forms a circle to bound,
the passage of the winds and rains.
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Accented merit
Accented merit twines his diligence,
Spring morning on pelted blossom petals
forsooth perceptual force experience
redemptive muse bestows the war's medals.
Opalescent far stars, cold nacreous view,
companion souls had left, in bold retention,
from onset comely death not to eschew,
absconding to the night's stardom ascension.
Siren of Had's invoked by modes of aves,
of Sacred Legion robust fighting knight,
proud in ablution Styx, departs to aboves,
Day nuptial of his nymph renders in light.
pean of Dorians and crimson dew cloves,
embellished lithe Naiad to embrace on sight.
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Delphian Oracle I
Delphian Pythia:
The greatness of morality and thought,
voluntary process must be to count;
as freedom stands on intellectual ground,
defines knights dressed up in armor wrought;
How many faults and virtues are within?
Indignant ire 's deficiency in disguise;
Injustice is the one reason to despise
In recognition of our mortal sin.
Delphian Priest:
Logical minds diverse wrongful from fair;
Confusion fails to enter a man's soul;
Kind clarity defines decisiveness;
Brave men apologize to forces ne'er,
of reason they emit and right console,
philosophy through kind divisiveness;
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Speeding Down
Plummet slides in empty sky
strings a life along its cry,
my free fall is speeding down
deathly helmet is my crown;
Stringing end of darken cause,
mournful rainfall to recall
speeding down a deathly way
speeding bound the sky way.
The parachute will not overt,
this suicide is my subvert;
one hundred secs time to buy,
Falling down before I fly.
Hundred sixty going on high,
miles to kill, toasts to die,
where I recount waves on shores,
spin me down, spill my loss.
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Virgo
Ghost song's refrain in years reprise
this message sends, in candle faint glow,
that we are wraiths boarding the breeze,
stalwart and lone our soul aggrieves,
white auster foams above the bow,
the gusts play wind's notes of oboe,
homecoming ball where smiles cerise,
fromward of bright Spica Virgo.
Out yon the Princesses in dark,
transmit their laughs in cryst'l glory
life merchants send us to embark,
harmonic verdict - sirens' harp,
abstruse odd song and strange story,
our life resembles a marble quarry,
abandoned where the winds howl-bark,
when shadows pass in white flurry.
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An Amazon clan aim
(An Amazon clan aim)
Drove of untamed splendid dames,
gallops behind a handsome hero;
femme warriors of an Amazon clan aim,
at the pulchritudinous guerrero.
Hmm...
Are you aware of his secret charm?
A handsome semi-god will enchant,
sightly Smyrna, arousing her alarm,
favoured he will receive her grant.
Queen of the Amazons, exquisite,
with her splendiferous posture,
deserved a strengthened opposite,
with a demonstrated composure.
So, he was their idolized Heracles,
robust to implement his manly laws;
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Wild Turkey
O smiling midnight of the loons
behind each corner lurks the wolf,
he hides in vines, and ripened prunes,
Shall fool him may, what an impugn,
to salivate, drool and convulse?
A wolf, a wolf in dark dissolves,
I 'll wait for him in the saloon,
Wild Turkey drink, his laugh is hoarse.
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The night deludes the innocent,
I 'll wait for you close to your prowl,
exasperate and then amend,
through this confusing complement,
protruding fangs have fresh wildfowl,
as precognized the calling owl,
I 'll send sage and cinnamon scent,
and fearless I 'll out-howl your growl.
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