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Selmhem Naise
03/2016

Poetry is so much
more
than many people think it is.
It is
the place
where the battleground of light and dark
makes its  finest stand..

or most pathetic fall.



When you think
Maybe, we ~
Are
Forlorn
For the time-
Being cruel to us
In most heartwrenching
Wonderful impossible
Way

love, Love,            
Never was I yours
To come at your
Thresholds

Blushed a little bit
Over my sunlit cheeks
Holding in my hand

A Damascus Rose
For my beloved~
For you

A jazzy blues done
None plus no one
Gets the whole bush
Unless walking hand in hand
Through garden divine
Loving
Like
Icecold queen n' king
Siddharta within our seams
Yet, I turn in my dreams
And look straight
In those lovely
Flames

Portruding in me
Fireflies lit
For me
To you

Cosmos exists as a play

Of darkness through
Light

Hurting me
Again
No
More
~~~~~~
Please
~~~~~
For a begining
You gently touch
My wrist, holding
It with desire
And say
- Here
You
Are -
My twin~flame!!

A
Long
Awaited
Wonder
This Day Is

Magnetic
Grip
. . .
Unutterly
Unyeilding

Pulling me close within
Your chocolate
Emerald wisdom
Vishnu Inevitability
Embrace

Emitting radiance
Embraced for as long
As we need to please
The almighty & amazing laws
Of physics

Nodding
In approval of
.
.
.
Weeee-
-omens
*
= =
Woed by
Thunderous pounds
Blood in our veins
Burning like the
Ocean waves
Rhythmic pace

Dreamy foams as
Satin
Lace
Overwhelming Us

Courageous
Navigators of
Our starry midnights

Building the arch of
Invisibility
For the rest
of the
World

Our tent
Under satin~silk
Is heavens
A
Relationship
Beautifully
Playful

Extraordinaire
& Serene
I'm almost positive I heard them talking

Talking in their protective, yet complaining manner

They say, they only get to interact with the weak

They say, they're all too often held responsible for the bond between others

What's the matter with them?

They're the ones full of chemistry

They're the ones who can escape scott free

While I have to stay inside and act positive about it

Just once I'd like to not be in the middle of everything
I feel the world at
   times conspires to make true my
basic discontent.
Inspired (or more aptly directly drawn from) “The Pillow Book” by Sei Shōnagon
 May 7 Solaces
Joss Lennox
There is a robot in my pocket,
it's smart enough to design rockets,
but just gives the forecast,
and knows all about my past,
it even works with no socket.
playing around with poetry forms and limericks this evening. let me know what you think!
Every day is today
Until it turns into yesterday or tomorrow

Every day I think, I will do the tasks
I had planned
But then, yesterday and tomorrow take over again

Is it ok dear Everyday
If you keep changing attires
Cause new and old
Is what seems to be your fate every day

Everyday yesterday
Today or tomorrow
Each of them forever
From each other do borrow
Written on 27th Jan 2025
 May 2 Solaces
Bonnie
You are my prime,
Unique, indivisible even unconventional
mostly odd.
Sometimes irrational
Yet composite and complex
Never improper!
You are my constant.
A value unchangeable.
Uniform, and consistent.
Never have I found you average
Or mean.
Bit of fun with mathematical terms.
© BonnieBayGallery 2025
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