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Glenn Currier Feb 23
Woke up way to early this morning
went to sleep too **** late
but the universe was already awake, loose and free
eons before my eyes opened this day.  

The sun was up
and around walking in the garden
searching for weeds among the flowers and onions
he trod the mulch to fertilize creation -
he is at home there
in the dirt and clay
in the failures of the day.

So when I arrive in the garden room
and sit at my little computer
amidst the plants and shells and cats and angels
I feel as if I have come home
from the misty crazy regions of sleep
to find my deeper self
here in this tiny dot in the universe.  

Here I listen to Chopin and Indian flute
and music from beyond
awakened from somewhere
in the shadows and blood
circulating and populating my organs
playing the grand pianos , cellos
violins, flutes
and mellow mysterious oboes
within.

The sun is present
in the clattering molecules
of stone and bone
infiltrating
crashing
creeping
and propagating
making life and death
into a great and glorious symphony.

Before I woke this morning
the sun was wandering
the creases and crevasses of my brain
preparing me and making me whole
taking my timid self and making it bold
for the vagaries and variations
of this day
ready to climb
into this small moment
of time.
Jane Jan 19
I looked outside, the sun is shining where it hasn't for days.
I looked inside, it's been caliginous for months.

The smoke over my tea seems foreign,
My gazes are empty,
My flesh feels hardened.

My thoughts don't haunt me anymore,
we live together, a familiar routine.

It's an odd place to be in,
when you're acquiescent for Departure,
but wary of the destination.

Death will grace us all in a given day,
how to act as a catalyst,
I wondered,
simply, keep your door inviting.

As I sat with a blizzard inside,
a deep sunken calm emerged within.

I asked, "who is it?"
"your solace", it answered.

I asked again, confused, "who is it?"
"your tranquil", it answered.

I asked once again, unsure, "who is it?"
"your Departure", it answered. I smiled.

"What kept you so long?", I asked,
"you have. May I stay?", it asked me.

"You've never left. A perpetual guest is always welcome." I answered.

The sound of violins overcame me,
an odd, fitting melody.
only dreaming
Karijinbba Aug 2018
I surrender to you
do with me as you please
I rather share you than lose you
Love of my life
Sing and dance with me
with the violins
loving you, loving me
the whole night through
The mornings long
The evenings long
LOVE OF MY LIFE
Lover of life, my true love
Your way is better than mine
I come to reciprocate.
Call me wife best lover
best mother, best friend
Giver of life love of my life
Call you husband best lover
best father best friend
loving you the nights long
the mornings long
the evenings long
sing and dance with meee
with the violins, lover of life
my first love, my last love
Take us on a boat ride,
To a place that only you know.
Wbere the waves, can wrack
our boat, while
we wrack away, our love.
Loving you, loving me,
  the whole night through.
The mornings long,
the evenings long, love of my life

Camp with me underneath
the starry night sky.
Two hearts, beating as one.
Two minds,
and one single thought,
I love you, I adore you
I am worshiping you
Sing and dance with me,
my Lancelott, you're my Knight
Lover of life, my true love.
your star seed I am
galactic seed,
Yellow Self, Existing Star.
Always flowering enter me
Heaven vibrates in me
 Only with a guru sage
Twin flame like you
you are the bridge.
I give my life to save yours
If only you should ask.
Change my name
aline my life
Let's change the world.
as you smile I will purr
April's daisy is me
Aries me, diamond yours
scintillating to sparkle you
can't you see me
then polish me, some more
sing and dance with me
my King drone mate with me
your queen bee
in mid air fourty times
Lovin' you lovin' me
Giver of life my true love
I love you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
All rights reserved.
Revised: 8./27/18
All R reserved
In memory of~Rdd/bba.~
~1974.75-1995_2005.~
My wedding theme song written for me by my first true love recaptured
from my hidden
photographic memory bank..
lei Feb 2018
how do i not love thee
whose eyes are glowing
akin to the first sliver of warm light
in the early morning?

how do i not love thee
whose voice and movements
are crisper than the sound of violins
and more graceful than a dove’s flight?

how do i not love thee
whose heart gleams with the hope
of betterment, of happiness,
of safety and a burning passion?

how do i not love thee
when even the moon looks down upon
the silhouette of apollo
reincarnated?

how do i not love thee
when cupid’s arrow has struck so deep
that the sole reason troclaim an ineffable love?



if there’s a reason to dream, to laugh, to live and love,
then there is a reason for me.
(it is thee.)
thank you for being mine, lsm
Fiona Oct 2017
Virtuous as the goddess of the sky,
In every way like history,
Once played for the gods;
Like the melody of harmony,
Intricately woven throughout time,
Notorious as the wind.
Eloi Jun 2016
All of  the rowboats in the paintings
They keep trying to row away,
And the captains' worried faces
Stay contorted and staring at the waves.

They’ll keep hanging in their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day.
All of the rowboats in the oil paintings,
They keep trying to row away.

I Hear them whispering, French and German.
Dutch, Italian, and Latin.

When no one’s looking I touch a sculpture
Marble, cold and soft as satin.

But the most special are the most lonely
God, I pity the violins.

In glass coffins they keep coughing
They’ve forgotten how to sing.


First there’s lights out, then there’s lock up,
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences.

It’s their own fault for being timeless,
There’s a price to pay and a consequence.

All the galleries, the museums
Here’s your ticket, welcome to the tombs.

They are just public mausoleums,
The living dead fill every room
16 | 31 Poems for August

This poetry is a reflection of love, I’m just here to explain it.
The world is my canvas, you should see all the pictures that I’ve painted.
Violins violently playing symphonies of pain and misery.
It’s not a mystery how I have God sitting right here next to me.
I’m heading home from church, but this time I’m walking alone.
Sometimes reflections bring a sense of regress.
I smile even though the world keeps elevating my stress.
These hands have held together fragments of a fragile conversation.
We are able to talk for hours because these words flow with no hesitation.
You are lost in the world and you’re always left feeling alone.
Friends should never lose hope in trying to find their way back to one another.
Wherever you are I hope all these words find you.
Love is a beautiful thing and I’m here to remind you.
I’ll hold you together, I’ll help you rediscover the splendour in your smile.
Everything will be alright even though we haven’t seen each other in a while.
I’m in the dark about all the problems that you’re currently facing.
So lead me into the light and refrain me from being complacent.
Even the congregation knows you cannot always save everybody.
But hey, it wouldn’t hurt to at least try to save somebody.
We are all fighting different battles, losing limbs in the midst of war.
Maybe someone needs your love and light now more ever than before.
Maybe you could try saving somebody tonight.
God got us, I know we will all eventually be alright.
Your love is
White cotton

White
Pages
&
Ethno
Paganini

****** ink
Delayed

Day after Night
Night after Might

Notes Scribble
Notes Scrabble
Endlessly

As my heart
yearns for you

As
Automaton
Of Adriatic Zephyrs
Blow my dreams

Toward
Destined direction

Future Journeys
Rock boats

Bouncing
Soles
Are
All
Souls
Aboard
The Canues
The Cocoons
Of your sweetest heart

And you know what !?!
You proud male~sweetest man !

I would say to you :

Oh ~baby !
Let's mount that train !

Let us Play Again !

Along the strange cocoa Coasts . . .
You can catch me there ~
Dreaming of your
Dreamy
Affection
_ _ _ _

Nature
Beautifies Everything !

Your
Life is packed

With pickels
&
Charming
Postcards

Glued on your
Baggage Honey Bears
&
Beavers
And Native Horses
Are not Badgers
&
Empty beaches
Are not what they seem !

She said
Darling !

You said
She said !

Love us !

And she
Is
Sheer
Eloquent
Beauty

A
Ga~seele

And You ~
Handsome Mind

Al-Ghazālī
At Might

Sombre butterfly
In this Night
~~~
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
~~~
thommya Jan 2015
I listen

and let you take me along

always yearning, wishing

hoping that I might land, wondering why

I even need to find my footing.

I am a complex soul,

I keep telling myself that,

while around me,

in the active bustle of a sidewalk cafe,

I see faces,

so many lovely minds,

untapped but directed,

finding their own place,

their own quiet destiny.

~

I hear the winds of 'winter's

discontent.'

Remains in my mind,

always knocking in silence,

my pulse awaits a shift,

some opportunity to tick lasting effects,

define my confusion,

while you journey me on,

music, my violins,

I listen and feel pain,

then resonant delight.

I am alone,

inside a quiet dream of human interaction.

yet, where am I supposed to land.

I can at least, count on you,

the rhythms of my soul,

to take me along on a quiet journey.

Please remain discreet,

lest those around recognize

I may be incomplete.
Erenn Dec 2014
As I lie on pastures 
Along the grimes of these woods
Breathing in the morning dew
I feel awakened and anew
Past sins washed away like the streaming river
Wondering if I've live till forever.

But then I look up to you. 
Your face looks shiny and 
new. The angels are gathered 
around you with their harps 
and violins. Singing that I’m free 
of my past sins. I think this is 
the beginning of something 
beautiful and not the end. Hand 
me my pallet and set the canvas 
up for I will paint a portrait of us. 
While the winds ruffle through the 
curls of your hair and the leaves of
the big old oak tree. I try to speak 
up words of love but it almost seems 
that the morning dew has set a flood 
from within. Come over dear and rest 
your bones with me while I draw this
portrait using my blood and tears. Oh 
darling won’t you rest your bones over 
here next to me under this big old oak tree
.

Your beauty akin to the moon
Forever gleaming in her prowess
Shadows mortify at the thought of you
Your light begets hope thrusting miracles I've been praying all my life
Stay with me my dear as these woods as our witnesses 
We vow to be forever rooted from the veins to our beating hearts.
Now come closer dear and dance 
with the ventricles of my heart*
~
Erenn Italics
Carolin Bold
Our fifth collab!!!
I can't expressed more how amazing carolin is. I just sync with her in poetry. Really love doing collabs with her.
And I really love this piece!
Do like or repost guys:)
And check out her account:)
http://hellopoetry.com/carolin/

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