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"ebullient" poems
With the peak of spring in the month of May In the early hours of a pleasantly sunlit day Two kids sat cuddled on a swing Feeling as though they were taking on wing Swinging in the air, they began to sing Their sweet lay breaking the silence with its ring They kicked their legs in rising delight And felt like thistledowns ever so light Up and down on the swing was fun They closed their eyes on being face to face with the sun Felt the swish and sway of the buoyant air And knew the light tug of breeze on their curly hair As the air got caught in the frills of their frock Their eyes gleamed bright in delightful spark Imagining themselves to be astronauts in space, An ebullient excitement lit up their face From a raised angle, they saw the Earth in green folds lie Watched the surrounding hills standing awfully high Saw a small stream flowing as a slow moving train With trees lined up on its banks in unbroken chain Longingly I watched these children free of all worry and pain Also their aerial feats, not tainted by any melancholy stain How I miss these childhood days of innocent fun As my hours, towards the sunset, quickly run
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
Swings of Life
Don't ever ask me what am I, an ancient story of a battle lost to remain in the realm of the sublime, unmitigated grief that visits, again and again, reminding the journey of pain though galaxies, far of yore to the days of present. In a moments of desperation I discover  the bard,it could be rather told thus, he meets me at last, as was his wont Bard, celestial lover, before my eyes you appear thus: I see you holding in your hands a magic lyre, so rare. that goes on strumming non- stop, to bring birds, the tunes, that lives in far parts of the universe,even unknown  to most, they do vary,have colored feathers;memories living in different layers of my consciousness,always buzzing like a beehive. I am the single, magic , potent, word, a mantra that in it's kernel carries the , seeds of eternal, "I am that" I hear the speakings of the words,that brings to life experiences of different kinds,on their beaks some one carries ripe fruits, the result of long days of sweat and tears. Each fruit has a flavor distinct,each word carries a seed that will grow to be a mighty tree,many birds would roost. Bard you are a wonder,tying past and future with one string of a lyre converging in the heart beat of the ebullient present, you easily transcend the three, and every other dimension of time that mingles in your heady brew,unrivaled it stands.
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
Only the songs of a solitary bard
#***Cool monsoon breeze sway the trees Cascading rills , meadows The Valley and Scenic hills Colour green rich in hue Breathtaking the view The rain pours and rushes down On the windscreen and sunroof A sweet melodic sound it makes Like an Artist, paints in gentle slopes Dark clouds in daytime , stark Makes the Sun shiver in cold The bridge ahead ,century old Winding road  and steep slopes Passing through the illuminated tunnels Old melodies played on the radio The journey ahead ,we steer The ebullient nature brings cheer***#
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
Lonavala - The Queen of Deccan
Fare thee well by islets of time, Beauteous blooms of fragrance; of thyme. Gliding symphonies beckons thine eye, Gentle minds float toward sky high. O cues sung by the siren, allure! Once, fusion of reason borne pillar. Twice ponder, may our paths entwine, Thrice to act, unlike the tranquil Seine. Like angelic enigmas par Euler, Soar upon the painted auric frontier. Air fresh: an ebullient morning dew, Wisdom: moisture for the thirsty few. By spring fountain, if thou art inclined, Bright sparrow among the bovine herd. Lo, argent quarry of dust- liquid guile, Behold, product beyond thunder- gale. Scents of lavender assail thy sleep, Euphoric dreams, we welcome with glee! Sleepy horizons, a glorious dawn, Morning filled with a trillion suns. Some time, some day: travel the stars, Mortal shackles unchain my awful maw. Pupil of Aristotle, Darwin, and Vinci, There lies truth; a transient hierarchy...
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Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 5:18 AM UTC
Cosmic Melancholia
Sheer passion, laden layers after dense layers was the lake,deep blue, His hidden heart was all aflame, in anticipation of her, his hurricane, the wildest girl in town, hard to get, yet he acts placid on the surface one'd see just gently billowing waves. The hurricane has never known any such guile,  hiding passion.Her eyes wide and ***** flashing lightening, cloudy hair disheveled and flying she comes heavily down on her passive lover. rebounds to come back with more force that'd tell how intense her passion runs, churning water goes up in a swirl and dance with her passion,how spectacular is their union, sky and earth look on with bated breath, this ebullient **********
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
Hurricane over the lake
It's not often when a man meets a woman Who makes him feel better than he'd feel on his own This woman is a testament to motivations unknown But a testament nonetheless to feelings kept devoted to the idea of another to forever kiss and hold Now these sentiments might sound sappy to those without a love both sad and happy But it matters less than little to those who have endured the peaks and the valleys in order to reach the ebullient plateaus of contentment
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Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 10:50 PM UTC
Thoughts About a Woman
She picked it up from the seashore. He encouraged her, Flattered her with indulgence To bring back her dying flame. A girl once again, She brought it home In whimsically ebullient innocence! On the polished floor In a faraway city It found it hard to walk With the load of mollusk And made a funny sight! It strained its ears But there was no sound of the sea, No saline smell in the air, Instead the water was sweet and insipid. It went thirsty. The food was alien, It went hungry. Soon they polished the shell And celebrated addition of Another showpiece in their room! The crab had at last Found a new home.
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Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
Hermit Crab
Soothing, sensational, elegant as the harp, Semblance, integument, covering of the tarp, Ebullient, vivacious, precision of the mind, Vehement, appetent, keen & one of a kind, Perfervid, chocolate katydid, desirable & luscious taste, Delectable, ambrosial, palatable & consumed with haste, Sybaritic, voluptuous, enticing to the senses, Libidinous, hedonic, enriched untightened hinges, Efficacious, puissant, robust delight to the eye, Potent, consequential, immeasurable symbol of the sky, Pulchritudinous, gorgeous, magnificent as the autumn sun, Resplendent, vivid, lustrous as a diamond-lithographed gun, Sympathetic, affectionate, condoling soul of a angel, Altruistic, benignant, warmhearted with no mangle, Serenity, tranquility, composure of divine peace, Harmonious, amicable, placid as the slow moving creek...
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Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
Jovial Thoughts, Genial Mind...
Not against the peaks of protest, these aurulent banners and jasperated jaspe so so jargoon! It's like I was suddenly alive, beat-stretched out of winter neige and into the pancosmic blisses of bright and ebullient spring, plugged with an agromania to abide this new formidable friend in the aeviternal beauty of she and I togetherness. Never to spill a morsel of a minute away from us again, upon the newly conjured spirits unto us both. To be amidst a cynosure of such affiation, to be in the temperate or tropical gardens whispering about our mutual love for flowers nad lists. This that precedes us, bright colliding auras in this newfound numinous kindling of us two. Watching it, making it happen- it unfolding before me made me naseaus with excitement, dithering what our next move out to be. I just wanted to kiss her face, her cheeks, put our hands together so quickly, just to let our amorous fug fill the room with silver albuminious smoke from our breaths. Miles below this, round the Earth to other places, there are the fixtures of bright and corybantic life commoved by other nations and other poised people of the light, that I should not be idle in my desires to usher myself into this grand and briguing introduction. So she said, we will play the question game, the inquiry game, we will state the mark, draw upon deep and fantastical recall, bring from our minds the most immense truths and share them, no matter now feral, or caustic, or melancholy- they will be shared until we explode with each other, our intrigues wrapped in our perfervid and amatory excitedness for one another. Too vast with wonder to be afraid of- am I such a fiend for such resplendence. That we could be vitrified in eternity in a veil of fulgurite. So at this nightfall, this acronychal of bloviating bliss, to write and wonder, incessantly in the finest of provincial matters to settle this garden where Thetis lives to be of her, two philocalists in verdant pasture, heaped with matters of the pen and the palm, in the droves of this beautiful advesperating eve- where first I wrote to you, and then I wrote you back.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:15 AM UTC
The Garden
Not against the peaks of protest, these aurulent banners and jasperated jaspe so so jargoon! It's like I was suddenly alive, beat-stretched out of winter neige and into the pancosmic blisses of bright and ebullient spring, plugged with an agromania to abide this new formidable friend in the aeviternal beauty of she and I togetherness. Never to spill a morsel of a minute away from us again, upon the newly conjured spirits unto us both. To be amidst a cynosure of such affiation, to be in the temperate or tropical gardens whispering about our mutual love for flowers nad lists. This that precedes us, bright colliding auras in this newfound numinous kindling of us two. Watching it, making it happen- it unfolding before me made me naseaus with excitement, dithering what our next move out to be. I just wanted to kiss her face, her cheeks, put our hands together so quickly, just to let our amorous fug fill the room with silver albuminious smoke from our breaths. Miles below this, round the Earth to other places, there are the fixtures of bright and corybantic life commoved by other nations and other poised people of the light, that I should not be idle in my desires to usher myself into this grand and briguing introduction. So she said, we will play the question game, the inquiry game, we will state the mark, draw upon deep and fantastical recall, bring from our minds the most immense truths and share them, no matter now feral, or caustic, or melancholy- they will be shared until we explode with each other, our intrigues wrapped in our perfervid and amatory excitedness for one another. Too vast with wonder to be afraid of- am I such a fiend for such resplendence. That we could be vitrified in eternity in a veil of fulgurite. So at this nightfall, this acronychal of bloviating bliss, to write and wonder, incessantly in the finest of provincial matters to settle this garden where Thetis lives to be of her, two philocalists in verdant pasture, heaped with matters of the pen and the palm, in the droves of this beautiful advesperating eve- where first I wrote to you, and then I wrote you back.
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*An ecstatic poet, conjured up a full moon night so special. Pairs of lovers got drunk with moon's white wine, reveled, danced all night along the sea washed sands in ebullient spirit till they were completely exhausted,  slept there on the sand bed. When dawn tiptoed, they transformed to lovebirds, away they flew, did they want to get back to human lives; no one knows, even if they did- wasn't possible, the poet that created them, in drunken stupor, had already forgot the whole episode and was in a hurry for new conceptions.*
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
Lives spent within imaginative worlds
Inspiration for true love, you always remain, With your ineffable look and idyllic thoughts, Your dulcet expressions are very iridescent, When two lovers are kissing in garden. Joyful love making in the dark deep forest, You will never jilt our love, my heart sings, My feelings jostle to get into your heart, When rain drops are dancing with bubbles. ***** style you have with your frizzy hair, Ebullient and effervescent flavor of your spirit, Entice my lips to kiss you all over your body, By the end of today, when the sun is setting. Lullaby your heart croons sonorously for me, You are light, love and life a lover always seeks, My heart is fond of your rosy and lustful lips, When rainbow is spreading its colorful emotions, Mesmerize me by your marvelous appearance, Your great reverence for love enrapture me, And naughty actions of your lips stare at me, When hailstorms are falling on the poor lovers. Nurturing the love seeds, you sowed yesterday, You shower your warmness on those seeds, Are eager to dance with their kind partner, When love season is reaching its adolescence. One and only partner, this is you only darling, Whom I so deeply and outrageously love, And my baby heart always beats for you, When snowy mountains stretch in ********** Passionate and pretty playmate you are, The Most romantic words I can say to you, My pride, joy and precious partner for ever, And peep from the swarm of smitten blue sky.
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
A Romantic Poem For My Dream Love (PART-2)
I want to know you The way a meandering river peruses the Earth As it twists endlessly toward the sea, Touching everything it can, Yet in no hurry to arrive. Whisper to me just how you want to feel, the way The ocean exposes all the secrets Of the universe, one by one, with Each crashing wave onto white sand. Just speak to me how you like to laugh, like The ebullient summer's downpours joke with kids And parents alike as they puddle together with glee, Splashing through eternity. Call out to me how you desire love, just as a Waterfall delves deep down into the pool, creating a rainbow, continuing its unending journey, rushing sometimes, but often, simply enjoying the rhythm of its perpetual renewal, coming again as a comfortable river.
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Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 11:31 PM UTC
Untitled
You are incipient brilliance, I eagerly covet, unendingly ebullient, seems to be in boiling point, evidently prurient, an unfailing euphoriant, for me a constant element of wonder day and night, But yes I must not forget this; you aren't an organic compound sans side effects. More of a a kick *** designer drug, that adds an extra sense yet, without a legitimate name to call it. Aren't you a hallucinant, though yet to be invented, I am hopelessly addicted to.
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
That kick *** cutie pie
I have flowers in my throat. The rich and fertile caverns of my chest support a ebullient host nematocera, of which, breed in my abdomen, gnawing at my innards. Swarms of adults congragate in my mind, the competition is fierce. Attitudes of altrusim: a moist mire, slowing my step. Try to say, anything, but that. I'd rather attract the nausa of rhopalocera. Their light hearted and short-lived whimsy. A far cry from this violent mob. Oh but the sob of emptiness when they all die at once. A welcome boon, that, maybe we'll come to bloom. Clumsy and crooked, I was never able to make a play when all I'm pitched is a doorsa.
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
The Crushed
I asked you not to phone I asked you to forget grievous to hear a voice so beset by  lamenting  longing  for me The pills don't really help much melancholy as intransigent  as the scorching sun They call it therapy resistant a homeostasis of neurotic persistence I wish I could be like you I really do so normal, so gay, so ebullient so eager, so  joyful, so light, so God-awful ready to meet each new day I can only harm myself dear that's why we're apart I asked you not to phone I asked you to forget the suffering of seriousness realism of immutable truths the pinching pliers of  precision pathos of colliding decisions I asked you to forget
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Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
forget
I can say definitively and without reservation that I once had more to say and once I said it well The taste of the words of the children in flux the ex-children the children in recovery leaves an aftertaste of sweetness I can mimic but cannot make my own though I know I have the recipe somewhere Their words tumble like dusty pebbles racing downhill rebellious ebullient and unruly avalanches to ants while mine drag the feet of their tiny y's and g's p's and q's like rainy-day-slogged future people wending their way through weeds and reeds of bullies and written responses The taste of the words of the newly-minted suddenly people with centuries-old ideas cellophane gift-wrapped for their      daily birthdays beribboned and bowed for kindergarten picture day leaves a memory of butterscotch and peppermint I can imagine still but cannot make my own though I know I have the recipe somewhere
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Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
butterscotch and peppermints
I saw you for the first time Behind a screen Dressed in grey. Brown and beautiful, and a wearing a beanie It was your crown You smiled at times And I stared in awe My screen screamed snapshot But I was to grasped in the moment to think My heart beated furiously Intoxicated by a fiery passion Then on one faithful day I saw you You experience me I layed down my lips On thine lips of my craving Two heart beating for you For only one that satisfies me I am facing you And you, my shoe Blushing and cringing I lift up your face; exquisite; a light in the dark. I kiss you one time, and I say to you these lines, Come with me Your hipster man and hold on tight Grip my hipster hand Stand close to me My hipster bride As you my love Swiftly hug me tight. Our hipster heaven Is sealed off tight A world unknown In my hipster mind. Your sweet hipster lips Press against oh me, oh my This is where feels come from. Shutting you up one kiss at a time With hipster might. Your hipster lips Wage war with mine. Compassionately The freedom of my hipster mind. We are conscience now. We love; ebullient. Perfectly written To excogitate. I love you more than Your hipster mind can comprehend. It can't ever be put in words. You're my hipster wife. I'm your one true love and.. ..your hipster husband. You hipster lips. I hunger for, i'm starving. My hipster source of hipster life. I feed you love. You are always first. Living like mitty Means nothing to me If you aren't happy. Living mitty with me.
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
Hipster Her & Hipster I.
I saw you for the first time Behind a screen Dressed in grey. Brown and beautiful, and a wearing a beanie It was your crown You smiled at times And I stared in awe My screen screamed snapshot But I was to grasped in the moment to think My heart beated furiously Intoxicated by a fiery passion Then on one faithful day I saw you You experience me I layed down my lips On thine lips of my craving Two heart beating for you For only one that satisfies me I am facing you And you, my shoe Blushing and cringing I lift up your face; exquisite; a light in the dark. I kiss you one time, and I say to you these lines, Come with me Your hipster man and hold on tight Grip my hipster hand Stand close to me My hipster bride As you my love Swiftly hug me tight. Our hipster heaven Is sealed off tight A world unknown In my hipster mind. Your sweet hipster lips Press against oh me, oh my This is where feels come from. Shutting you up one kiss at a time With hipster might. Your hipster lips Wage war with mine. Compassionately The freedom of my hipster mind. We are conscience now. We love; ebullient. Perfectly written To excogitate. I love you more than Your hipster mind can comprehend. It can't ever be put in words. You're my hipster wife. I'm your one true love and.. ..your hipster husband. You hipster lips. I hunger for, i'm starving. My hipster source of hipster life. I feed you love. You are always first. Living like mitty Means nothing to me If you aren't happy. Living mitty with me.
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vibrant colors effervescent arrays energetically on show for the eye's window gardens ebullient with vivacious displays front and backyards brilliantly aglow hues of a rainbow a springtime glory energetically on show for the eye's window a paint box of shades telling the story streets and avenues resplendent of decoration hues of a rainbow a springtime story our towns and villages so bright in elation they bring a gaiety after winter's drear streets and avenues resplendent of decoration it does gladden the heart when they appear the floral tones of cerise purple and orange bloom they bring a gaiety after winter's drear spring displacing the cold season's gloom the floral tones of cerise purple and orange bloom vibrant colors effervescent arrays gardens ebullient with vivacious displays
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
Ebullient Gardens (Terzanelle Poem)
The breeze in the air is redolent And the heart gambols with glee To the tintinnabulation of wind chimes Ah, what sweet felicity. The whispering of trees is mellifluous As is the susurrous of floral woods How salubrious is the efflorescence Beside the ebullient babbling brook. Old man winter is but fugacious For I've stumbled upon my inglenook I wake to the breath of spring Oh, it's summer eternal in my book. My cup now holds ethereal elixir It's manna from the heavens above I found you - ah, serendipity If this isn't, then what is love?
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
And this too is Love - Loquacious
*Which sublime symphony, makes me fully forget I am a limited being rooted on the earth. The booming wind's the running water's? or the serenade that cascades as the wink of a million stars filling the limitless skies? which blue evokes, the hue of my inner world, the sky's or the sea's, perhaps the turquoise of her eyes? On the meadow green, the grass under my feet, is resilient, never lies low, and the sun at dusk showers gold dust over it. Now, I feel a lightness, no word can tell, I am ebullient, feels omnipotent, on newly acquired wings, I hover up, the evening silver star, waking up, at the far corner of the sky extends her hands to invite me to her boudoir.*
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 9:10 AM UTC
Which symphony, which color, makes me break my human limits?
Ebullient is this exuberant time Of which here-to-fore was but a terse dream! The angel, so lovely, has made herself mine And I am now hers in elated esteem. Her beauty, unbounded, is not superficial: She's sweeter than the honeyed words traded Between us two - ephemeral, distal, Yet not misconstrued as less than elated. Perhaps I'm a fool to blather such thoughts: This woman, though sweet, is a mystery still. We've spoken but moments so broken and hot, Yet with every word that we share, my heart fills With adoration for this angel so fair, And adulation for what put her there.
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Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
Adoration and Adulation
Carefree drizzles softly sings as bliss and ease taken wing. Gaze upon the auric blooms while sweet melodies, mellowing. Alleviate our friend's crises, their debts, paid in purple silvers. Eliminate those pesky mortal threats, lest blood spills in liters. Toward our star, astride the verde, vibrant beauteous noise. Abating virtues, without the merde, cometh Byronic poise. A smoken distance, famished flames, fiery tongues yearning. A fearful master, ***** dames, merry songs flowing. Parallel meridians lovingly caress floating wisps of white. Quarreling impulses embracing soaring orbs of light. Bright. See... sigh. Lavender shades cushion our convents of misty mysteries. Serene panacea tease me upon sapience; argent histories. Ebullient crush casting glaring lights into the hostile wind. Beneath dusky whirlwinds come hazel sparks of sand. Glory guilty of detested crimes, anon trembling tears. Inspiration follow thy limelight; guidance of young seers. A canvas of blue, emotions ablaze through one hundred days. Amber pillars burdened with wishful horizons... come what may. Never believe our luxurious dreams under the rainy rainbow. Drowning in sunshine, tis the era to escape the clutches of limbo. Cease our anthropocentrics to soar on frozen blooms tonight. Taste vermillion pain, lest we be gluttons, spying; useless insight. Mirrors refracting broken perfection, for ever-clear prisms. Commit altruist favors for all our mistaken rhythms. Behold the mind, mightier than a sword, bitter tool of priests. Crusading zen, grander than any reward, come join the feast. <3
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Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 5:13 AM UTC
Fleeting Visions
Carefree drizzles softly sings as bliss and ease taken wing. Gaze upon the auric blooms while sweet melodies, mellowing. Alleviate our friend's crises, their debts, paid in purple silvers. Eliminate those pesky mortal threats, lest blood spills in liters. Toward our star, astride the verde, vibrant beauteous noise. Abating virtues, without the merde, cometh Byronic poise. A smoken distance, famished flames, fiery tongues yearning. A fearful master, ***** dames, merry songs flowing. Parallel meridians lovingly caress floating wisps of white. Quarreling impulses embracing soaring orbs of light. Bright. See... sigh. Lavender shades cushion our convents of misty mysteries. Serene panacea tease me upon sapience; argent histories. Ebullient crush casting glaring lights into the hostile wind. Beneath dusky whirlwinds come hazel sparks of sand. Glory guilty of detested crimes, anon trembling tears. Inspiration follow thy limelight; guidance of young seers. A canvas of blue, emotions ablaze through one hundred days. Amber pillars burdened with wishful horizons... come what may. Never believe our luxurious dreams under the rainy rainbow. Drowning in sunshine, tis the era to escape the clutches of limbo. Cease our anthropocentrics to soar on frozen blooms tonight. Taste vermillion pain, lest we be gluttons, spying; useless insight. Mirrors refracting broken perfection, for ever-clear prisms. Commit altruist favors for all our mistaken rhythms. Behold the mind, mightier than a sword, bitter tool of priests. Crusading zen, grander than any reward, come join the feast. <3
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"I easily forget names" his confession rings loud. She smiles as if she knew this all the while, She is a woman who forgives, like nature. She loves his big hands and the promise Of caresses to sow goosebumps all over The infertile earth.Suddenly fecundity arrives. Then, the scents, pheromones wafts to his mind Speak the same language in different accents At times it is read as the whispers of winged desire. The purple hues of arousal, and if read from an angle Different,it spells sin in black, in calligraphic letters The flow he is, that dances through hills and dales Wind and water romancing red earth and ocean. Where once blood spilled in fierce battle with foes, A tree full of flowers now smile,a magical moment of life! She is the drop that oozes under the moss, gathering speed The fog that spreads and embraces the extended woods. She defies the limits of mind and touch ebullient galaxies. She is the field of ripe corn, mellow yellow, gently swaying. The seeds she collects and keeps safely in her living repository. Whatever she spills becomes her on which tomorrow smiles. At the window wind knocks,breaks the egg shell of a dream. She emerges, opens the door, finds him gets charged once more. It was raining outside, an auspicious hour, like blooming lotus, Time to conduct fertility rights,for seeds to come alive. He feels the stirrings nature creates, arranges all Necessary things, he towers above all He is the sun that spreads his warm rays around. She is the fecund red earth to be sowed  at nature's behest. The horns blow aloud, she heard, and closed her eyes. Felt like a flower, ready to open her petals for a bee folding wings.
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC
Fertility rites
"I easily forget names" his confession rings loud. She smiles as if she knew this all the while, She is a woman who forgives, like nature. She loves his big hands and the promise Of caresses to sow goosebumps all over The infertile earth.Suddenly fecundity arrives. Then, the scents, pheromones wafts to his mind Speak the same language in different accents At times it is read as the whispers of winged desire. The purple hues of arousal, and if read from an angle Different,it spells sin in black, in calligraphic letters The flow he is, that dances through hills and dales Wind and water romancing red earth and ocean. Where once blood spilled in fierce battle with foes, A tree full of flowers now smile,a magical moment of life! She is the drop that oozes under the moss, gathering speed The fog that spreads and embraces the extended woods. She defies the limits of mind and touch ebullient galaxies. She is the field of ripe corn, mellow yellow, gently swaying. The seeds she collects and keeps safely in her living repository. Whatever she spills becomes her on which tomorrow smiles. At the window wind knocks,breaks the egg shell of a dream. She emerges, opens the door, finds him gets charged once more. It was raining outside, an auspicious hour, like blooming lotus, Time to conduct fertility rights,for seeds to come alive. He feels the stirrings nature creates, arranges all Necessary things, he towers above all He is the sun that spreads his warm rays around. She is the fecund red earth to be sowed  at nature's behest. The horns blow aloud, she heard, and closed her eyes. Felt like a flower, ready to open her petals for a bee folding wings.
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