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 Feb 2018 spysgrandson
Star BG
carven
your pulsating heart
provides all the light I needed.
Never
to run
out of batteries.
Until,
death
do
us
part.
just saw word cave and it birthed this.
 Feb 2018 spysgrandson
Star BG
kiss me with speed of light
and wrap your aura round my vessel.
Kiss me so all senses of time disintegrates
and rivers of ecstatic waves flow.
Kiss
me
long
so melodies travel in mind.
gracefully as our heartbeats play
to float us in waves of passions.
Isabella inspired this. A gift to he poet community
 Feb 2018 spysgrandson
Star BG
Rich winter snows
with their crystalline flakes
fall gracing hilltops
below Alaskan skyway.

Droplets of frozen dew
gather as if meeting with purpose to merge.
Aputi tweaks all of Mother Earths children.
Trees can’t escape
as icicles form
touching landscape.
Quiet echoes
as birds occasionally move
across canvas
of a cloudy sky.
Little footprints appear showing proof of life
in a white covered terrain
and clothing in layers are worn
to brave winter winds.

Perhaps skies will open again
with little Qanitlag flakes
dancing upon fields ready for Old Man Winters hug.
Reminding those in witness
that we’re still far from a winter thaw.
Just thinking about snow
 Feb 2018 spysgrandson
Lora Lee
If I could
pinpoint the
exact moment
your breath
touched mine
washed me over
in ocean waves
sea creatures glowing
in delightful recognition
as the seedlings
of connection
shimmied into our being
and, dancing within me
in its own lifeforce
your mind a living,
breathing animal
your heart, purring
and whirring its sacred forces
into my molecular structures
your soul throbbing
in mitochondric pulsing
(oh what
a delicious vibration
of ribosomes
)
Between us, we hold
the true treasures
close, in frothy
                       tenderness
a purity of the expanse
of our universe,
swathed in prismatic color
colors that shift,
these fresh hues
for which there are no name
they are lucid and fine-woven
as silk histories
yet deep as earthcore
your eyes, voice
are forever burned
into my own
every day scriptures
that rock my shattered parts
into wholeness
and,
like ancient magic,
I conjure forth
the holy gospel
rising from our bones
every second of
every minute
as our deepest fires
our most secret filth
our murky corners
our darkest hours
we weave into light
brilliant and lustrous
multi-layered in the richest
folds of the earth
and as you place me
upon the shores
of your garland-graced
                              throne
Now I'm alive in a new
kind of light
and
all I can do
is love
        and love
and love
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrOcxD3IWW0
My dear poetry
My love for you is infallible
Endearingly, you colonize my mind
Undoubtedly lovable

But
Please oh please
Leave some part to me
Have to get back to the grind
Please never do mind
Have to keep time

My dear poetry
My love for you is infallible
In you I find my respite
Always be by my side
one of my earlier works here
On a little break , best wishes to all !!
What is it that he celebrates today,
The oncoming of the frost or the passing of time?

Beneath his feet the water
Scintillates with a flame liquid -
Silver -
A transmutation of fire
Fuelled by the tears of his mother,
In whose waves he sailed to Sicily.

Bayreuth, Germany, looked like a frozen Sahara
With the local colors, and a pale-blue train
He had taken in Rome, at the "Stazione Termini.”

She: her body was carved in Napoli
He: his hair was planted in Carthage,
But both sought another knowledge
In Tübingen or perhaps in Konstanz.

She said, “I would sail from here to there,
Like you did from where you were,

But I would lose the rattle of your absence,
And that would be what makes all the difference”!
© LazharBouazzi, January 27, 2018
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