"aurum" poems
Staring your thoughts in my neuron canvas...
where every cell signaling love....
Every memory pixel your ethereal face .
In the destiny , internal time and space.
Where i heal u into my deepest breathe .
Now the pain I consume, is enteral journey to infinite love ..
It's now the distance that bridging gap every second...
Everyday walk in the cloud thoughts on way,
See your shadow melt into mine and say -
travel in light ,on my milky way .
Drops welkin with tears oozing , in rain ,
Felt aura, her aurum soul regained .
Craving , sbapnacari come to reality , hover , don't airy ,
I flourish love, each micron heart ,u grown adult ,my garden fairy ...
by MAHi - GALAXY
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 7:05 PM UTC
Lovely skies
Dark with clouds and rain
Leaden skies
Lead, Pb, Plumbum
Flat diffuse light, photographer's dream
Latin 4 lead = plumbum
We plumb our psychic oceans' depths, as the sailors did
With lead on their sinker lines
We plumb our depths if we choose
When we are earnestly explorative
Reflecting, meditating, in our psychic plumbing
Pb: the ugly duckling brother of glowing gold
Au of the aura Aurum
Both are soft, malleable, unassailable, & so helpful
Gold like Thor the glowing hero, lead like Vulcan the sooty artificer
We have made one the hero, and misused,
Demonized, besmirched the metal lead
Is it lead's fault we have put it in our paint, our gas?
That we made it accumulate in our fish, like fools?
Without lead, your car would not start
Imagine going on your trips on a mule
Or trundling down the road in an ox cart
Do not denounce lovely lead
Gravid, protector, quiet engine starter
Gently available to you to plumb your depths
Before your chapter's demise
Leaden skies
Lovely skies
Gravid with rain
Keep me grounded, serene and sane
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
Staring your thoughts in my neuron canvas...
where every cell signaling love....
Every memory pixel your ethereal face .
In the destiny , internal time and space.
Where i heal u into my deepest breathe .
Now the pain I consume, is enteral journey to infinite love ..
It's now the distance that bridging gap every second...
Everyday walk in the cloud thoughts on way,
See your shadow melt into mine and say -
travel in light ,on my milky way .
Drops welkin with tears oozing , in rain ,
Felt aura, her aurum soul regained .
Craving , sbapnacari come to reality , hover , don't airy ,
I flourish love, each micron heart ,u grown adult ,my garden fairy ...
by MAHi - GALAXY
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 3:32 PM UTC
Wish we could cement moments in honey,
And have them shine like amber
In the sunlight of our memories.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
when shuttle feeds show the earth on fire
and unprovened ashes stray from the pyre
ammonium nitrate will still be there
to keep us unvitiated, cold, and bare.
not that we'll need it, the sun can warm
with its dying light it is no longer "aurum"
but "ater."
lying next to me, a body in destitution
rags and bones and circumlocution
no medicine can fix you, no analeptic drug
only the attraction of the gravitational tug
for when we are done with cosmic consorts,
we will be only sedimentary quartz.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
Quiero ser tu “Aurum”—Si amor, tu amanecer brillante.
Que seas tú mi Argentum, el amor más puro o blanco que haya tenido.
Procuremos que nuestro amor sea como oro y plata.
Que sea maleable y dócil.
Que nuestro regazo sea el conducto para las;
Aleaciones de las más intensas pasiones,
de infinita lujuria,
de eterna conquista,
de brillante utopía,
Que seamos conductividad caldeada en el lecho.
Encendiéndonos en un amor que traspase la tierra,
que se funda en ella,
que incruste en sus piedras,
Que cada entrega se vean las chispas relumbrando
entre las aguas, la peladillas y la arena,
para así poder identificarlas en tiempos de indiferencias .
Seamos fuerte como metal para vencer las treguas,
las que alejan parejas,
las intermitentes quejas,
las del miedo a atarse a una sola persona por toda una vida,
la desconfianza y las que conllevan a la más vil de las ofensas.
Seamos tan etéreos para trascenderlas.
Seamos del oro su brillo, de la plata su esencia.
Que sea nuestro amor, una moneda intercambiable.
Usando esos metales de amor para quitarnos hasta la pereza.
Sanemos cualquier tumefacción pasional usando el oro para sanarnos.
Si amor sé que somos de carne y hueso,
pero para que nuestro amor perdure,
tendremos que convertirnos en ¡plata y oro!.
Que cuando pasemos por el fuego,
nos fundamos uno con el otro,
como se funden los metales
que crean las más ¡impresionantes obras de arte!
LeydisProse
7/13/2017
https://www.facebook.com/LeydisProse/
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 2:17 PM UTC
When the old man
Married the fair lady,
He sold and lost
His sense of touch.
Fifty golden calves --
For his sense’s valves.
Stardust from the skies
Were golden showers
On their banquet's eve,
Blinding old man's hands
& losing the lady's eyes.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
When the vibrant colors of the sinking garnet sphere finally subside,
a new stage is set for another spectacular performance.
Less colorful, of course, but still moving.
Look! To the east, the beginning of a silver arc is growing from our Terra.
It swells up, dancing in the wind, shooting iridescent silver beams of light, like Diana's arrows they shoot off over the world, illuminating everything in their paths.
At long last, the wind has lifted this phosphorescent giant into the sky.
It casts no shadow, only flowing strings of silk, enveloping the world in its soft effulgence.
Rising, seeming forever throughout the night.
Sadly, like most stunning things, it must end.
It will reach its peak and then fall.
Like an Argentum balloon slowly deflating, it descends into moondown.
Immediately after it has fallen, the Aurum orb starts rising again.
Some revere its awesome power, however, some deny it.
For as the sun blinds and burns, the moon enlightens and illumes.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
black mountains above the golden sand,
in this dream i'll seek your hand,
indifferent to the laws of time,
i'll walk forever beneath its shine,
seeking the memories that were once mine.
for my heart has a delicate brand,
one that i cannot stand,
so i'll look for the cure in rhyme,
until they play my pretty chimes
in the land of golden clime.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
golden chariot, by four steeds drawn
riding till the eve from dawn
incandescence, iridescence,
fattening aurum ears of corn
celestial orb, perpetual wonder
servant to her Glorious Maker
rolls in vacant space o' yonder
Obeisant to a Hidden Creator
Perfect globe, fiery love
Healing as the wings of dove
Embracing from the heavens above
A hand enveloped in velvet glove.
With what magic then has moon of white,
Lifeless, cold, Earth's satellite,
Dare presume block sun's light,
In passing over, height for height.
Two spheres they be in heaven far
Natural opposites, heat 'n algor,
One white and cold as ice 'n snow
One yellow golden warming glow
Yet Omnipotent deemed heaven's star
Be same proportion, on a par
To ball of stone, a rock bizarre,
That it change noon to witching-hour.
We, sole witness of this phenomenon,
Must draw from Father some sort lesson
At least, to pause, to stop and wonder
At His creation that knows no blunder.
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 8:17 AM UTC