#loveliness
Theretofore, we were.
Vibrant, joyful, buoyant bliss:
endless loveliness.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 5:18 PM UTC
Know patience
With your flower, a halo of symmetry...
Right about silence, are we to understate rages?
Pennies, and silvery tongues in a jar, ready for liberty?
Strange almost, never absolute
Walking before us, the tows of remorse
Have the character, the clash of sincerity's doom?
Here is your waiting smile, you offer is a kinder force...
Lights in the city
Awful promises, that risk, everything
For your chance, with blind measures, the opus of wit
Has you by the hand, and I want a little more than anything
When, suspense, and anticipation?
Has had our sit, to collect a merciful none?
That has seen the world through, our eyes as kin
A brighter memory has come with us to a deviation
Pretty lady, are we to share a kiss on their behalf?
Doting on the sore and the sour, can't a simplicity save one more
Justice that is, when sordid is to be a question we instinctually laugh
Is a world-weary sneeze at the rhyme and reason, of justice's order?
Killing time on each other's nerves, asking the poor and their actual
Will we succumb to live and let's lucre; the walls of oblivion...?
Taste the flower I gave you, a shrewd sin in the morrow so if and factual
That time is following us, with another face and space for living...
The opinion of candy, the taste of powers of Christ?
Has a wayward share in a cloud, that escapes the moment with avarice
In a brand-new breeze, of what was somber news, a shadow of lies?
Is our need, a penny spent, and a tongue about sexes blessed, sight?
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 2:06 PM UTC
The loveliness in the sky reminds
me that these clouds do pass with time.
This morning, it was dewy and dark—
drearily doomish, sullen and stark
but now the sun’s rays bring out the gold
in every crevice, to banish the cold.
Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 2:25 PM UTC
Serendipity
True to through
Though, a rainbow travel far
The question of might, is openly should
A house of energy's
Quiet critique
Halt and habit, specific
Live sincerity's life well, we have each
Doors may close
And suspect a chaste
Is a courage to pose
The other side of promises, fast
The conquering of death, with dread
Ahead is a boding continue
Of what we know, is a living lead
To the sigh of consummation, with liberty due...
We see the creation, the commotion
Owed a love, by the reality of sakes
Made to keep a rolling serve of devotion
To the mercy of us, all of a lover's might, with which we make...
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 9:22 AM UTC
.
In a forest clearing deep in wood,
I spied the grace of doe and fawn
An’ stopped my track as any should,
To set my gate about face in song.
.
Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
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She speaks in tongues and earthwards—
Angels fall listening how to know divinity
From lips that open and close as do tides
Slip, blooming with the face of the moon.
She walks in airs of splendour and light—
Shoulders kin, her child riding on a beam
Vanquishing the sun with celebrated night
Set in reflection on lake waters, little moon.
.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC
.
In a forest clearing deep in wood,
I spied the grace of doe and fawn
And stopped my track as I should,
To set my gate about face in song.
.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
(Sonnet)
She came upon a meadow, then she undressed;
And when she was naked, the meadow blushed.
Softly she tread, floating above the clover
Seas. Suddenly lost, bold honey bees forgot
The scent of flowers blooming. Iridescent wings,
Humming birds, monarchs, dragons, flying in
Procession and the mushrooming dew now rising
Began to swell, raining upwards into the mystic
Blue heavens and the trees beyond that clearing
Stood longingly amazed, so green their spying
Gaze, when all the myriad flowers loosely fell
And all the gathering of colours faintly dimmed.
She came upon a meadow, then she undressed;
And when she was naked, the meadow blushed.
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
You're such a beauty with your powder blue eyes,
Like specs of loveliness.
Why can't he see it?
Why doesn't he know it?
They all talk about your flaxen hair;
Your legs that stretch from here to there,
But he outruns you
Without nary a strain.
You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.
You got no reason for to doubt yourself
And what you bring to the game of love.
But he wont play it,
Won't even say it.
They all know you got the strategy.
It's so frustrating that he leaves you be.
Won't look your way,
Though he's not gay.
You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.
You've run the cycle,
You've toured the maze.
You've carved a path.
You got it figured out.
Just at the time
You reach for prize
He does a zig-zag-ziggy-zag
Swill-still swanson sidelong swag.
You're such a stinger with your tight, ruby lips.
And he should be your own.
Why don't he see it?
Why don't he know it?
All can see the assets you could bring to romance.
But he seems numb to your signs.
What's wrong with him?
Not that he's dim.
But he keeps getting away
You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.
Someday you'll have your way.
So you'll keep chipping away.
And someday your baby
Will come around to your way.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC
Your blue eyes and your rosy cheeks
and that white skin and long honey hair
I kissed this heavenly beauty
and then I looked away
I knew I knew
There was more than just a face
there were a beating heart and speaking mind
your rosy goldfish beauty is not everything
there's more
I see the galaxies in your eyes
and your short black diamond hair
your yellowish skin
mixed with power, weakness, and sins
O dear Jane
I kissed your silky skin
and I looked at you
and I knew I knew
there was more than what's appearing
there was a mind inside that black hair
beauty in every vain and cell
For all that matters
what's inside that fragile walking thing
is something part of the cosmos
part of the stars and suns
For all that matters
you will die and you will be
something of something bigger
and your face will be a history
that folks have to read it later
Dust to dust
You just another stardust
The beauty will keep on growing inside that mind
it's The Beauty Within
that will never die
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
Being with you
Is being alone
It's loneliness
to the second power.
When I’m with you
I'm at my loneliest
You turn my Fridays
Into rough Mondays
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
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She speaks in tongues and earthwards—
Angels fall listening how to know divinity
From lips that open and close as do tides
Slip, blooming with the face of the moon.
She walks in airs of splendour and light—
Shoulders kin, her child riding on a beam
Vanquishing the sun with celebrated night
Set in reflection on lake waters, little moon.
.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 11:05 PM UTC
If they cannot see
The beauty that I see,
The strength,
The resiliency,
The loveliness,
And how amazing you are,
Then they are blind.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
She is everything I wish to be mine
I can attest to the aptitude of her body
Like the wave of her hair as she passes by
But I've yet to confirm the hope within
That being her true lovelliness of mind
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
somewhere in my mind
a sky is full of kites
sunflowers blossoming on a hillside
fields of grapes, of my salt mixed with your perfume
my eyes drift across a canvas of waves
on which your warm feet have flattened grapes
into a sea diluted of sadness
stretching far from left to right
and wisping clouds above.
the heart follows timidly behind
approaching cautiously the soft strokes and waves
seeing each kite as an arrow
shot into the air by Cupid's jealous lover
as heaven's golden eye creeps past the mountain,
dips into the ocean
leaves this sky
a sweet, light wine; leaves me tipsy-turvy
while one can't help but believe:
loveliness is a vine mapped out within each
arms can hold, arms can drown
...I await yours.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
*Mountain bleeds fire
Rose gold streams falling to sea
Sun behind her hair*
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
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*In a forest clearing deep in wood,
I spied the grace of doe and fawn
And stopped my track as I should,
To set my gate about face in song.*
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
*Dim stars of heaven
Such perfect imperfections
Freckles on her face*
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
*Mountain bleeds fire
Falling to sea, dark gold streams
Sun behind her hair*
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
She stands there on the
tufted mound, the lilies
of the valley all about her,
surrounding her in
scented spring. Lovely, in
the hidden dale, in the
sweetly scented spring.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
*Graceful between notes
Strings reel, torrent of pipes, flutes
Irish dancers float*
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
*Kisses hot in shade
Her lovely hair in my face
Cool breeze in summer*
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
Even were he to explain,
he’d much rather show
to you his scars. He bears
them like medals now,
knowing well they are
made of clad, like nickels,
like cheap bullets.
If he could, he’d chuck
all of them into the deep,
the sparkle, of a wishing well.
He knows that these scars
have not only unsown himself,
but made trenches between
him and possibilities of love.
If he could, he’d place
each scar into the chamber
of a rifle, aim the .22
he never owned at a flock
of starlings. He might miss
every time, but at least
the ravens would scatter.
He knows what he’d wish for,
were each scar dropped,
at 5 cents a wish. He has enough
of them so that they jangle
on him when you embrace.
If he could, he’d stop collecting
them, and wish them away
on you. He’d put away the rifle.
His carving of a smile would fade
into a grin. You had always been
the loveliness of a needle,
of thread and steady hands.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
*Songbirds listening
Her fresh voice in my garden
Wind chimes grew silent*
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC