#quivering
Ouroboric concatenations of antinomian design,
circumvolute within circumspatial paradigms malign,
as obmutescent theogonic vestiges coalesce
in the eidetic zymurgy of aphasic largesse.
Metagnostic palimpsests, fracto-linear and obtuse,
catachrestically wane in hyperchromatic profuse,
whilst locutions, effulgent yet contrite,
obumbrate the paramorphic tautology of night.
A transcendental abecedarium, paralogical and vast,
consanguineous with the inexorable umbrage
of our shared Jungian past,
germinates within the syntagmatic—
Ever relaxed or ecstatic,
Coalesced to pragmatic,
Lugubriously emphatic.
For naught but vacuous profundities remain,
a simulacrum of the arcane mundane,
where in sesquipedalian grandeur lies
a syllogism clad in grandiloquent guise.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 8:56 PM UTC
Billows of fog
are quickly creeping in,
white as smoke, forming
into a wavy set of steps
suspended...quivering,
and now beckons to me,
a soft voice calls my name
tells me not to be afraid...that it's
okay to climb the foggy stairs,
"i'll be there to meet you at the top,"
the voice assured me...
i must see the owner of the soft voice,
i feel i know him...he knows me well!
my right foot hesitates...but rises,
to take a step...
suddenly, a blow on my right arm
makes me open my eyes 👀 👀
my sister, sound asleep,
turns to my side, and
accidentally hits my arm
just in time,
:::::::::::::::
i was dreaming of my late father,
.................................again.
sally b
Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
February
Jul 23, 2021
Jul 23, 2021 at 4:59 AM UTC
Your toes curl under quivering breath
in abandon to the power of sweet caress
yes
yes!
Yes! to the dripping ecstasy of our union
to the penetrated walls of the Self
we dance wildly through puddles & stains
free of the pains of fetters and chains
Free!
we cast into the fire the boundaries of flesh
& weave our bodies into euphoric mesh
prostrate at the flowing alter of Love.
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
All happened in one day,
that **** day.
I was at that bookstore -
Quivering
while waiting for you.
My mind was suspended
for every thought I had.
I was quivering,
panicking -
You arrived.
And then,
every little thought
suddenly vanished.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 3:19 AM UTC
A flickering lamp post,
A quivering spotlight,
Illuminating two souls sparring in the night.
Time stands with him as she walks.
The tragedy of loving.
Is that simply being in love,
Isn’t a good reason for two people to be together.
Peace with her was worth the war,
And he gave her pieces he never gave himself.
The tragedy of loving.
A faded memory of what once was,
But the feelings still etched on his skin with fresh ink.
He will feel those for the remainder of his life,
Even though she won’t be apart of it.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 12:42 PM UTC
You have imprinted all your memories here,
And now you do not have to at all fear.
You just tell me what and I will not just hear,
With all my soul I will always strive to listen.
You look beautiful in the night lamp dear,
For all the beads of your sweat will glisten.
You look gorgeous with those pearls there,
From your forehead they all are descended.
You appear youthful with those curls there,
Around your ears they all are so nicely coiled.
You appear deadly with those curvy eyes,
Lucky me I'll cherish their charms for lifelong.
You look fabulous with your lips quivering,
Even in my dreams I have not been luckier.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
What have I done
I've done it now
Ended it all
Realised that there is no going back
From that moment forward
Injustice was done
By my hands
My hands are stained
With the blood of another
That knife
The knife that was in my possession
Through the foundations
The foundations of the human body
The body of another
Which is shivering
Shaking
Quivering
Ending
What have I done?
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
Notice given, but not consoled;
The trembling of the soul.
Occurring at the helm,
Of the notion of the self.
I am dizzied in the frenzy,
A coursing without entry.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 4:12 AM UTC
In the stillness that you keep,
there's a story to be yielded.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 3:40 AM UTC