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"agaze" poems
Comfy, cute attire. So far away from my very wire. Enjoying beautiful night skys, with the beautiful late nights, to agaze the beautiful light's lies. Flames emerge left and right, putting up with life's strugles, all dressed in white. We are sitting in life's limbo, As day we wait and see which path is ours to follow. (est.j.r.e.)
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Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
Star Candles, Sitting on Late Night Porches
The dissolution of days Acquiring the malison of knowledge Mollifying the darksome house of mortal clay supprest in The rack of night, The punishment of the tree of prohibition Commissioned from up high, Beer-barrel dust the souls alms! Whilst the Maker's orbs mourn In earnest whom he Hast vanquished as the Seraphic Hymn, Heaven's sacred song hews the blue-blankets ingress Before the gates of the irrefrangibility of faith; Agaze, an angeliferous black-job- Edifications beatific vision Held in the nest of Abraham's ***** peeling the bells of heaven ricocheting throughout Hell nigh the lands of time. ELEETE J MUIR
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May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC
Lucifer's Angel Oil
Let us put a few pages between us Unread, unsaid, unshed Unsoiled if it could be said Likened as if they would stay Empty as the newborn day Unruffled as a Sunday afternoon Too many flavors have spoiled the cook Shape-shifting constituents of exactitude Aplomb with certitude Straight as an arrow Smooth as certainty Singular as perfect pursuit Agaze are you, blue hue Cobalt true and blue Cerulean sometimes soft and clouding Metallic pallet surrounding Hard as steel, Warm as a cold day in May Where analysis paralysis Has you curious Doubting and dubious Calculous and carefulness Left you immaculately scandleless Does it sometimes get so lonely Between the devil and the deep blue sea Have you ever not looked before you leap Do you ever gurgle goo goo’s Before you go go Running in place Going nowhere Never too close Never too base Was it ever not intentional Wrought by incompleteness Messy this neatness Red hot chili sweetness Intense with meetness Hurt and heat compete Will you ever admit defeat This can’t go on I’m ending it here now This is the end My pretend friend I tore up the recipe I’m going to make you over again A pinch of friendly less pretense A dash of vulnerabilities Stir to understanding consistency Deep well cooker piquancy Boil until bubbles break Give and take Friend Skewer to hold shape Then lift with a circular motion More kneading Less bias Low and slow Until tender More me Less you This I can do And so can you I’ve made you anew
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
My Pretend Friend
Let us put a few pages between us Unread, unsaid, unshed Unsoiled if it could be said Likened as if they would stay Empty as the newborn day Unruffled as a Sunday afternoon Too many flavors have spoiled the cook Shape-shifting constituents of exactitude Aplomb with certitude Straight as an arrow Smooth as certainty Singular as perfect pursuit Agaze are you, blue hue Cobalt true and blue Cerulean sometimes soft and clouding Metallic pallet surrounding Hard as steel, Warm as a cold day in May Where analysis paralysis Has you curious Doubting and dubious Calculous and carefulness Left you immaculately scandleless Does it sometimes get so lonely Between the devil and the deep blue sea Have you ever not looked before you leap Do you ever gurgle goo goo’s Before you go go Running in place Going nowhere Never too close Never too base Was it ever not intentional Wrought by incompleteness Messy this neatness Red hot chili sweetness Intense with meetness Hurt and heat compete Will you ever admit defeat This can’t go on I’m ending it here now This is the end My pretend friend I tore up the recipe I’m going to make you over again A pinch of friendly less pretense A dash of vulnerabilities Stir to understanding consistency Deep well cooker piquancy Boil until bubbles break Give and take Friend Skewer to hold shape Then lift with a circular motion More kneading Less bias Low and slow Until tender More me Less you This I can do And so can you I’ve made you anew
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Amongst robes of satin and gold, Stood three men of stories told. There a wise man, of no reputation Holds before them, behold! Such elation! In his hand thrice a curious box, So the men exchange in outrageous talks. "What joke is this? Off with your head!" And forcefully arrest him in his stead. But this man of origin ignoble, Without struggle of position immobile Surrenders each a box to these bureaucrats For each in size of one cubic inch at that. And before the sound of earshot fades, "Beware when you open of what cascades!" So the man is silenced into his tomb, Leaving mystery lingering upon the room. Each a man such such ferocity, Inquires upon the box with curiousity. Without caution the first man tears it agaze So the mind's eye bursts into bountiful blaze *And so, what **  It is with your haste!  Your pompousness, your distaste! I shall pry your sight to show you light, yet ne'er a way into your heart's blight! So much so even the sun's fusion surrenders in succession to stiffly cold ice, Forever forgotten, forever forewarned of your fervent fear and greed and vice.* So his mind comes about, facing reality Shrugging his fate of ultimate finality. Such the second man tosses it aside, Yet it flies open, where he cannot hide *So you, your apathy, your content in nothing!  Shall you idle forever true. Knowledge has tainted you, pride stricken you, you stand tall a pillar of stone. For stone you are, and stone you shall be!  So much a pillar of salt of the the sea. Tossing aside the weak and the encumbered to cares of yourself outnumbered.* Fear is struck in the heart of this, No longer for such a heart in bliss And the third, the final acutely aware To open the box with everso care. *Thee the third, the final, your pleas!  Absorbed and plowed by evil's devotee. Hold your heart true, all prayer endue a baby's flesh shall imbue thine heart! For I know your deeds, and you unlike no other!  Yet let them smother you not. For seek and you shall ascertain, knock to make the truth before you naked.* So fallen in reverence upon the knees A chill rendered without cold breeze. And the three transformed by man ignoble Yet not simply here, but to judgment global. Alas, remember this time of year, A time to hold dear and cheer. The time to recount first breath, Yet a time to celebrate death, Defeated.
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Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
To Defeat Death
Amongst robes of satin and gold, Stood three men of stories told. There a wise man, of no reputation Holds before them, behold! Such elation! In his hand thrice a curious box, So the men exchange in outrageous talks. "What joke is this? Off with your head!" And forcefully arrest him in his stead. But this man of origin ignoble, Without struggle of position immobile Surrenders each a box to these bureaucrats For each in size of one cubic inch at that. And before the sound of earshot fades, "Beware when you open of what cascades!" So the man is silenced into his tomb, Leaving mystery lingering upon the room. Each a man such such ferocity, Inquires upon the box with curiousity. Without caution the first man tears it agaze So the mind's eye bursts into bountiful blaze *And so, what **  It is with your haste!  Your pompousness, your distaste! I shall pry your sight to show you light, yet ne'er a way into your heart's blight! So much so even the sun's fusion surrenders in succession to stiffly cold ice, Forever forgotten, forever forewarned of your fervent fear and greed and vice.* So his mind comes about, facing reality Shrugging his fate of ultimate finality. Such the second man tosses it aside, Yet it flies open, where he cannot hide *So you, your apathy, your content in nothing!  Shall you idle forever true. Knowledge has tainted you, pride stricken you, you stand tall a pillar of stone. For stone you are, and stone you shall be!  So much a pillar of salt of the the sea. Tossing aside the weak and the encumbered to cares of yourself outnumbered.* Fear is struck in the heart of this, No longer for such a heart in bliss And the third, the final acutely aware To open the box with everso care. *Thee the third, the final, your pleas!  Absorbed and plowed by evil's devotee. Hold your heart true, all prayer endue a baby's flesh shall imbue thine heart! For I know your deeds, and you unlike no other!  Yet let them smother you not. For seek and you shall ascertain, knock to make the truth before you naked.* So fallen in reverence upon the knees A chill rendered without cold breeze. And the three transformed by man ignoble Yet not simply here, but to judgment global. Alas, remember this time of year, A time to hold dear and cheer. The time to recount first breath, Yet a time to celebrate death, Defeated.
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Young bliss a fragrant kiss. Lips slumber eyes agaze. Arms aflame damp passion. Enmeshed in desire Bloomed within.
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
Young Bliss - Heather Mirassou
Hello father Poetry These kids are always insisting Their words are incendiary "His father is nonexisting." Mother speaks your name She sings your praise Tells me you're the god of flame Which has left my heart agaze. So I come to ask, father For some proof of our bloodline I don't want to bother I just need something, a sign. "Hello little one, 'tis true I will grant you validation One that I can't undo Let this be proof of our relation." "O' father how giddy my viens A cure to this disparage Can I take the reins? Let me steer the carriage." "Not even Zeus can control This golden chariot drawn by steeds. Only the dark horizon I can patrol But one promise that I can't break was agreed. Take care now and heed this warning. Take a firm grip and don't let the reins slip You are the bringer of morning Sailing the horizon like a cosmic ship." "Thank you father, this is all I will ask. This will cauterize those words so forlorn And bring sunshine for all to bask Now watch me with this gold I adorn." So off I went with sunshine in tow O' how this sunshine was a'glow Look at the burning horizon how the fire river did flow The horses bucked, a grip loosed a fate my father did know. Nothing I could do but dive down Setting fire to Africa's lush vegetation Scorching the lands turning green to brown A lightning bolt struck, for I caused this ruination. Now I sleep among the wine dark sea Epitaph that reads: "Here Phaethon lies who in the sun-god's chariot fared. And though greatly he failed, more greatly he dared."
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
Phaethon
Hello father Poetry These kids are always insisting Their words are incendiary "His father is nonexisting." Mother speaks your name She sings your praise Tells me you're the god of flame Which has left my heart agaze. So I come to ask, father For some proof of our bloodline I don't want to bother I just need something, a sign. "Hello little one, 'tis true I will grant you validation One that I can't undo Let this be proof of our relation." "O' father how giddy my viens A cure to this disparage Can I take the reins? Let me steer the carriage." "Not even Zeus can control This golden chariot drawn by steeds. Only the dark horizon I can patrol But one promise that I can't break was agreed. Take care now and heed this warning. Take a firm grip and don't let the reins slip You are the bringer of morning Sailing the horizon like a cosmic ship." "Thank you father, this is all I will ask. This will cauterize those words so forlorn And bring sunshine for all to bask Now watch me with this gold I adorn." So off I went with sunshine in tow O' how this sunshine was a'glow Look at the burning horizon how the fire river did flow The horses bucked, a grip loosed a fate my father did know. Nothing I could do but dive down Setting fire to Africa's lush vegetation Scorching the lands turning green to brown A lightning bolt struck, for I caused this ruination. Now I sleep among the wine dark sea Epitaph that reads: "Here Phaethon lies who in the sun-god's chariot fared. And though greatly he failed, more greatly he dared."
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Kiss me with the colours of your breath And serenade me with the strings of the lyre Let the music play my favourite note And plunge me near the blaze of love Where passions burn into gentle flames Like showers of winning confetti Your words engrave the sweetest graffiti Upon my eager earlobe When you smile fresh waters spill And wild birds stand agaze And when you touch my wanting lips Passions revive anew Your imperfections perfectly fit my puzzle There is no room for a scuffle My mind is coloured with thoughts of you And my heart picks up the residue Come oh come my sweet dove Let's commit the legal crime of love I will sit under the autumn maple tree Where butterflies engage the  hummingbirds I'll surely wait till you appear To fill my warm embrace We shall gaze into utter space And fill it with our maze
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Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 6:23 AM UTC
Love birds