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A Poet
Has To Write

A Poetess
Has To Create

Poet = You
You IS ThePoetess

So EpicI
Am

HALLELUYAH
That I Know :)

You'll
Write
Wonderfull
Epic Sonnets

Jet -lag
Notebooks
And Nooks Mysterious
At The SilkenNoose
Neurotransmitting

Black and Red Ribbons
Around the +++Tulips
Taking Epic Tales
For Granted

Give Me Mythos !!!
My God

Mein Gott
Mio Dio
Mes Dios


Poetic
( Then )
I'll
Inquire
inquire
DEEP

At Illy's
Leaned On
Leaned on

My little left Elbow
Dreaming Vis a Vis and Elba
About The Harvest Moon
About My Maine ****
About My Golden Mine
About Thy Golden Mine
About The Architecture
of "Solid & Quality"
Ink

Where All Started And Why
There At The Starry Lit
Night Sky

Enamored
Non
armored
Palms Under
This Universal Tiny
Marble Skull

Givin' A
Primal Protection
To Primordial Operations

Evoking
HIGH
Sparks And Glitter
IDEALS
With Not Doin' Much
With Myself

Lying
Within
Listening

To The Symphony
Of Tender Waves
Kissing The Shore's
Sharp Fjordic Surface

Dying With Each
Momentum
A Bit Further
To The Future
Fulfilled

Yearning Away
Abstractrions
Abbrevations
And Breaths
And Beaches
And Bachus
And Bach
And Us
To Reach

Roerich's Perfection
And Sublimity
At Poets
Raa
Realm

For Immortal Infinity
For Immortal Infinity

To
Unveil Some Secret Codes
To Untangle The Solitude Days
To Love This Immence Psychic
Improbability
To Be Ego
Earnest
To Be(:

Give This Wings The Will
Let The Spirit Fly
Let Our Souls
Collide
And
Bounce
And
Build
And
Break
And
Roam
On The Right Organic Roads
On The Write ******* Road

Sporadically
Outbursting
Poets

Explosive
Intuition
Poets­

Insightfully
Tranquill
Poets

Divinational
Emergency
Poet­s

White
Rebels

Tear Streamers
Self Haters
Dark _Matters

Jolly good Kiddos
Serious Endeavours
Volcano
Poetos

Peripathetos

Love dwellers
Celestial Movers
Energizers
Appetizers
Bitter lemons

Juicy Tourers
Turist Poets

Classic Cats
Rhyme Sprouts
Free Verse Trenders
Mixing Blossom Blenders

Heart Poets
And Poets of Heartwarm Writes
Epic Heroes Love Believers
And Belly Vowel Dancers

Phonem Seekers
Cadence Riders
Filthy Reachers
Archaic Attackers
Cosmic Trees

Knowledge
Seeders



!!! You !!!
Emerge
At Once
As Others

Hereon
Hello

Poetry

Do You Do ?
Thank You !

!!!
Fine
Structure
Capacity
Some Stamina
And Mastery Skills
As A Present Poetry Beacon
Shining Bright For All The Cunning Greenhorn+s

A Cup Is Raised
!!! For All Of You !!!

To Drink Up The Invisible
Potion Of Stunning Inspiration
And Some ****** Genofondic Insight

Insignia is
Incomprehensable
Ingenius IS

Each
Wonderous Write
Wonderful Writer

To Dig That
L'Art pur l'Art
Isn't there Per se

L'Art is
Ars Poetica

Is

A Marvellous
A Marvellous

Dreamy Touch

OF
Poetic Purrs
And Witty Whiskers
ABonus Poeticus
  
And A Rattle of Spiral Bones
And A Bottle of Rhyme
And
And
At The
EndsEnd

You'll
Have To
Work Till YoU
Drop

You'll
Have To
Let The Muse
See You Soulborne
Let me see You -> Naked

Light As An Eagle Feathers
Bereft
of
Every Emotional Baggage
Release Rumors And
Rumpaging Rage
Not Only And
Exclusively On
Rare Occasions

You Know What ?!

I'll Inspire Thy Insightfull-Ness
Loch Thy Leisure Lake Luckilly
Clean of Creamy Caleidoscopic
Conundrums

You
Wonder
Wonderful
Ponderish
**POETẼSS
POETẼSS

:) A Tribute To All Fellow Writers Here On Hello Poetry !!!!
It Is A Fantastic Poetic Portal (:

!!! Long Live Poetry !!!

<3
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Love & Poetry
<3
Daniel Kareski Jul 2015
The first step is admitting you own nothing.
You have borrowed a vessel of perpetual motion,
transforming matter into joy. Or sorrow.
You prepare a lament for
every object being shrunk in volume  
to the point of liquefied singularity.
Your soul resembles a berseked monach
harpuned by the overflowing thoughts
of a whole world outside his sacred temple,
rediscovering GOD through a moment of NO BIG TRUTH.
Every item is handelled with utmost care.
Every hour of every day carefully measured,
overligned, overlived, predicted,
enjoyed to the highest crest of pleasures.
The excitement turns you into a dormant rage
of two incandescent lovers, sharing their last kiss.
A particular moving object (which borrows your empirical mass)
runs away over roads and tracks and clouds and temples,
from the decay measured in seconds of standstill, if at all present.
You left the last version of yourself at the doorstep.
The footsteps on the street are an echo of
your forthcoming change. Your exhaltation.
How am I supposed to fight this disposition,
the everpresent catarsys in each corner of the soul,
as the end is postpond by the black guitar’s lament
in the indigenous version of history.
Sometimes things overlap without obvious reasons.
Sometimes the foundations of our sorrow -
buried deep into everday house hold objects,
is the only threat which holds the secret
to the way back.
To the memories bookmarked in your going-away-ness.
To the saved points in your story
(to which you could return back in case of a disaster).
Like a tale, in which the bad prevails,
but
as she lays in your arms,
in a particularly ephemeral moment
all that matters in the end
is the desired absence of space
‘tween the most lonely abbrevations of
the two of you.
A Sri Lanka trip sublimated in words.

— The End —