"beautific" poems
The dews of heaven
She downs like the morning
A mellifluous creature, surfed ashore
Myrtle amid thorns; Quiescent
Heart of a royal; highness
Resplendent in garment of sapphire; radiant
The lady gouldian finch
Melodies inspires ataraxia
Beautific as wysteria
It’s her loving heart beaming smiles
Stretches as thousand miles
Incandescent as candle on a hill
Beacon of hope
Oh hear
The susurrations of a Gold-Mantled Rosella .
Tj. kwame
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC
Old broken soul.
You seek the timeless eternal.
First you must know yourself.
Seek until love burns like an inferno.
Which consumes, but does not destroy.
To be captured, and yet free.
Breathe.
One day you will be united.
The beautific vision is on the horoizon
The encompassing is at your fingertips,
But it is still beyond your grasp.
Believe.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC
and it is,
when i am with you....
i shed all my outer coverings,
take the sledge hammer
to my walls,
drop pretence and artifice,
like beggar's rags
and stand.
my scarred and naked body,
before you.....
with beautific but battered mind intact
and heart beaten and besieged
i stand naked before you
and you......
gather me up... and love me
with your besieged and beaten heart ,
battered but beautiful mind
and scarred and naked skin
and it is when we are together....
like this
that our weary souls entwine
and provide the love
that allows us to believe
we are both human...
.... and divine.
and give strength to each
other...
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
Astralman,
Taketh me where thine spacejuice is rejuvenating
Wherein hopeless romantic's come out in the open
No waiting room's
No waiting
As I can be patient only soo long
Until the light burns out
I'm strange
For I do not like crowds
That brings panic and intrusion
I seeketh reality
Not a magician
Nor illusion
As mine old world seems to know,
I seeketh enlightenment
Wherein trees do grow
Where animals talk
And eagles moan
Songs of beautific mantra's
Stitched in by unknown astronomical knowledge!!
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
Islets of a many lets venting
cuts inside tented lightening
Of ghosts that rent with zest
Fading in and out as injusticed
On the path of lonely strokes
above the unseen finds and tides
The very many divergent corners
Of hearts painted with uncare
Rotten on acres of reality sink
above manners of the uncare
On field of an imagination trip
where I need to juggle young
Under the millions stars and starts
the change tracks and rotten traps
as the seconds on the clock ticks
as the steam rises above the reefs
Of an advent and beautific ripples
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
we knew capitalism had turned ugly
after the first lemonade stand drive by
children denounced their parents
when their eyes were opened
to supply side economics
and demand side criminal enterprise
plunging on in a premeditated stupor
they floated between the tables
a jackpot here a jackhammer there
a cartesian Bingo bonanza elsewhere
going on but the scantiest of gossip
it's a fill in the blank world
where a suitcase full of dead mockingbirds
found on the late bus idling at the terminal
against the smell of ***** nightmares
constituted a reunion of the ever faithful
filling the night with interrogation
we had some exceptional men in our unit
dropped into trouble spots too hot to touch
setting up sensors and detectors and bait
scholars statesmen jurists bishops
and a bent maggoty reeking poet
a sleight of hand magnum opus abuser
surrounded by the burning bodies
of everyone he ever knew
yet all is not a ham bone up the ***
I had just cleaned up my syntax and grammar
with maple syrup and golden dairy butter
so I'll put off proofing this mess for another day
too old to dig up reliable proof anyhow
my brain's already in a specimen jar
it lived a mythical fairy tale life
worth a transfer to the end of the line
to the ancient carnival of phantoms
so I sent in my manicurist security guard
from the tropical hammock islands
their scissors going snip snip snip
rattling the bones of the dead
if this is just a make believe universe
I'd hate to see the real one
but I'm pretty sure space is continuous
and spewing rhyme out of the hearts of stars
but what the hell do I know
it all sounds so fresh and dewy
assuring me that people of greater densities
the beautific the anointed the the sanctified
**** up real stupid just like we do
forgive me but my thoughts have all been stolen
the end point is eluding me as a point
as an area we'll eventually get there
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 6:01 PM UTC