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EP Robles Nov 12
And in this morning
ice-baked skies
that I be drawn to the
glass-cold window
was a pleasant
albeit utter surprise
To see -- I did!
Across the way
beyond the oak
between the frost
and misty cloak
the Monarch
who flittered by!
The grand vision
-- crystal snow
drifting flakes
against noble color

such a butterfly!
Heaven, can't you get enough?
Marble orchards dedicated to
your sustenance. Your creation.
Love and mourning meant to be enough.
For us.
When do you have your fill?

Of course, you're abstract.
Not gluttonous; you haven't
the odd ends of humanity.
You stretch and warp and fill to a non-brim.
Forever.
That is comfort to some others.

Thank you for getting us to where we are now.
To feed our narcissism in washing our hands of you.
Who created whom?
Which came first, the despair or the divine?
our place in the world is everything but certain
SeeTed Mar 31
"How my mind always needs to wander,
Looking for a new and grander view,
Having to quench my thirst with the worlds passions,
I turn to nature to light my creativity,
Yet, you have a spark that makes it catch as well,
You can make me ponder,
All the worlds endless wonder.
Its you that always seems to amaze,
And you that turns my heart ablaze."
Martin Narrod Nov 2017
Take my fetus and go
Through and through the mighty seas,
Cleft of stubborn knocks and the bayonets
Rocking through and through the eves. Whose pirouettes and epilepsy crooked, Asunder, blessing the attenuated biology of Say, a field mouse or the hummingbird. What nuisance it transcends itself into. How It has marred even the plight to lock oneself In that windowless box of time. The Atemporal box featuring those curious amaranthine engravings about its sides, upon its top. Though the blood may not spill from side to side, and while the nellypot may collywaddle, there is an immense sincerity akin, fused afore to the intimacy of an authenticated orphic boketto.
Seanathon Apr 2017
After the newness of this new perspective
Clears like a fog in the mountain pass
What will you want then?
Soon after the end of this or that?

I wonder...

Where will you stand?
And have you since realized the value stored within?
So much so that it might make you want to go back?
Just passing through?
Peter J Thomas Oct 2016
Nature's transformation,

As the hills

woods,

and glens

are shepherded into

their seasonal

changing rooms,

each coming

out

entirely

unrecognisable.
Peter J Thomas Oct 2016
I don't like

you

this

conversation,

My mind

flits

away

like a disturbed

fruit

fly,

Then I miss

your

comment,

Trouble returns,

Rewind

repeat.
Peter J Thomas Oct 2016
Closed at 10am,

With customers outside,

Opening at 12pm,

By then the interest's died.




*Sometimes I feel as a blogger, like a shopkeeper with no customers. It isn't that I want people to buy anything, but it would be nice to have a few folk wander in and browse for a while. We may not have free WiFi, but we could always just talk to each other.......
Divine Dao-3 Aug 2016
Feeling the warmth of your body
Divinely known to me
   Emanating with graceful
Love tenderness

   Daily threads of
Little lovings
    Smiling intimate dear chukles
Inbetween heartfelt embraces
Makes myself dizzyly exhuberant

Drunk upon sweetness of you,
my
Beloved
     Covered by your
     Manly delightful kisses
Which I crave in more and more

  Yet in adult moderation
Succulent and ripened
As our partnership grows

Towards many many
  Effulgent starry nights

   Unfolding forth
Ethereal and forthcoming
  Like our magical journey
Written for the love of my life ~ for my beloved man
"I wandered lonely as a cloud..."
-Wordsworth's greatest lie.
I wander hopeless as the wind
forever restless, forever shaken
and disturbed to disturb the undisturbed
I wander thoughtless as a stream
Drifting and flowing forever
Without reason,
I flounder with flowers in the fray
I wander, without hope,
and all because my cloud has gone,
and all because my white cloud is gone.
Pour une fille.
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