For Like A Flower Devises
I held her close in my arms
For like a flower devises
I became helplessly captivated
In her litmus blue glances…
Each wink of an eyelash
Becomes a Venus flytrap
A lure of honey withheld.
One-bite of her lips a mantrap!
Befalls all … entreated to her charms
For her beauty is such,
All your abstinence, disarms
For just one longing touch.
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The gambit of heaven above
Bring me the stolen song of silence
Passed between two lovers eye
Bring me the white dove's effervescence
That I may never die
Bring me the wings of an angel's heart
As might I, to an ancient course take part
Bring me the heart of unlicensed love
Though it be the hinge that time never unlocked
Though told, the door would be wide and unblocked.
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Humble as a bird
I entered the garden
Like a humble bird
Looking for a song-
A song to sing
And there amid the petals
I heard an angels tread
A bee on the mantle-
Heaven fed
And there I saw the nodding cloud
Dispensing in the ray
A rainbow proud-
As any marching day
So sang my heart this poem
That entered in this joy
A garden for tomorrow,
A poem for today
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Think again!
Think of the Perfect Island
and then think again
isn't the abyss more perfect?
Think of swimming...
Your weight, the weight of water
gravity and motion...
Isn't the abyss more perfect
for swimming or flying...?
For; sinking and falling...
Think of the perfect island
and then live in the dream
that will follow you...
All your days like an ocean.
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Heavens torment
O†Morn can open a Violet
Like a book of hearts
Chapters ultraviolet
Coarse and converse
In tales of beaux arts
O†sees my lady immerse
Her delicate soul thereof
In a woodland flower bent
Over her dust jackets of love
O†sees the stars disperse
Their dewy cobwebbed scent
O†sees her as my curse
Heavens torment.
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Tectonic plates
I have longed to kiss.
That brow of sunken silence
I have longed to reminisce.
The furrowed arches she'd raised.
Such tenderness abreast
Is spellbindingly, tainted.
At worst; fractures, like these
Are tectonic plates, moving, southwest?
But I swear I still have her heart and soul
They're still under my house arrest
Even though, I'm now, homeless.
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A neighbor come calling
(A neighbor come calling, this year!
Banging on the door at 22.44pm)
'Did you hear that screaming?
Is it coming, from yours…?
Can you check; your outdoors? '
…So, I then switched on a back light!
And, peered through the window…
And, saw two cats, standing…
Claw to claw, and Oh, what a furor!
There came with a tiger's paw.
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My love…
My love
I feel your love
Soothing me my love
In a molten wave I am taut
Then like a candle I am tallow
Burning in a spiritual distraught
I am a living flame I am a sparrow
Reaching for another dimension
I am an ethereal-light being
I am an astral-bird a raven
I am a dream dreaming
Truly who am I then?
I am your true love
I am your love
My love…
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With An Errant Smile
She'd kissed me with an errant smile
with blank look scanned her mobile
red nails tapped like a woodpecker
angrily dictated like a sculptor
another days empty, quotations...
no-nesting materials here; just ruins...
No soft shapes here; just depletion...
as she presses sent, 'I'm on vacation
I can't compete' with this someone...
in telecommunication...?
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Minted and crowned
Imagine if you can the greatest bank vault…
Ribbed door; heavier than any mountain wall.
Where no safecracker can by time lock default:
Gain access… The glorious treasures enthrall.
Doors with a time lock, on all deposits…
One, once you enter, there’s nothing to be found.
No jewels, paper money, or trinkets
Just your own coinage minted and crowned.
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