"emblazon" poems
I love you,
The best is yet to come.
Don't scramble,
Let us plan our lives.
We have it in our hands,
Luck and destiny will bend before us.
Yes we toil for it,
Both of us will put efforts.
Don't be scared dear,
Just hold my hand firmly.
What we can't individually do,
Together we will manage it all.
The sun in our sky has risen,
It will reach higher up above.
Not burning it will emblazon,
Just shining away all darkness.
How differences of ours remain,
We won't let them become large.
And yes, today I tell you darling,
Two different individuals we are.
So many of differences will ripen,
But how we treat them is unto us.
We can't let them become so large,
The love we share is much bigger.
Just practice perseverance my love,
Stay strong & toil hard we both will.
Not breaking mountains we must be,
Still challenging stay all our methods.
Zest of ours must not fail in this spirit,
Zealous we voyage on in the sea of life.
We both have that passion in ourselves,
Helping people parry off all the dangers.
Never would we worry about our past,
For we both cherish the lessons learnt.
Odds will often rise between both of us,
We won't let them disunite us any day.
This love I feel is a bit experienced,
And my experience tells me a lot.
We must never fall out separate,
Because together we're happy.
Differences do not invite rifts,
Neither should we let them...
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
Frostbite fingertips, chilly they are,
Far more appealing than the faraway stars.
That's why my eyes turn to you during winter night,
Your frostbite fingertips, caressing my cheek are light.
Just as dreams are for dreamers, love is for lovers,
And that passionate feeling around us hovers.
Others doubt, but the stars above know,
When compared to our passion, dim is their glow.
Your fingertips, cold on this snowy night,
Rejuvenate me and emblazon my life with light.
If hypothermia were to claim me now,
I hope others wouldn't long ponder how.
I'll lose myself in you any day of the year,
Even during winter, you resolve my fear.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
Curve of tangent brims on rune of cosmic quantum,
as sparkling rays reel through dew drops at dawn,
for green to enlighten creation by bounty of joy,
meadow grass seems to tumble drinking solace,
resonance of love sprees like beauty of blossom.
speckles of white crystal repose in home of blue,
eyes bespeaks of ethereal exist to seek beyond,
sun awakens earth to uplift from sheath of night,
as if hale of eternity expands to abound beyond ,
petal draws portrait of spark to inflame fragrance.
silence quells grief of soul to emblazon by the journey,
for each drop of tear to absolve guilt of own delusion,
light of love wakes heart to disown from quailing grace,
cry of call genuflects at foothill of warmth to yield unity,
synergy of art evolves to form by sanity of confluence.
Innocence blushes like cadence of hope to run a muck
quest still falters to know very principle of uncertainty
mystery baffles truth of reason to reason out belief
as tendered mellow soft weaves to gather web of love
yet don't we need to learn theory of quantum solace?.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
Specious speculative salacious spectral season
Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason
Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon
Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison
Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson
Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons
Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization
Transient transitive tour de force teleportation
Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation
Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation
Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration
Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation
Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor
Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor
Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator
Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator
Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator
Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator
Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification
Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation
Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication
Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation
Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation
Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition
Slinky slick sultry stoical snout
Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout
Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out
Gross grit groin grove grout
Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout
Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
*run the hands over every
tissued cell,
race the tongue upon and under every
unsealed pore
linger, tarry,
only if you must,
here, there and where
you stop only to drink
my body's must...
lid to lobe,
crevice to mound,
uncover the obvious,
reveal the infinitesimal,
finite the desire,
end at the beginning,
fire up the cool hearth,
emblazon the shields ofordinary,
exit and enter
simultaneously
refill the apertures
with~not~my
peptones, enzymes, amino acids,
replenish my
well
then drain
well
the abscesses and repair
the wearable wounds ,
reminder remains
of prior contests,
won and lost
make me better
than well
know before,
realize afterwards
that ceasing,
never and always,
is an always never*
for this route
forever changing,
for your hands and tongue
redraw me
every time
they run the course
every time,
ever and when you
exit and enter
always and ever
simultaneous,
the course of
my flesh
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
This is it;
the deepest I can fathom,
the fastest I can light
the flying arrow quick
released from not
so sure cocked
finger.
This is it;
the flattest I can color
the plainest I can reek
thru silicon weaving
densely threaded cloth
fibered shirt,
insignia emblazon
on Polo front
pocket.
This is IT;
the peak,
the twin peaks.
The n-peaks?
I realize
the game continues
and IT sets to zero,
derivatized as partial
IT-equations, is easier
to solve.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
I want to know
have you ever seen the rain
spark the fuse and
emblazon the grain?
Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 11:21 PM UTC
Of no time and place...
save for due Truest North
of no time and place...a kindled
air as such...never a Draconian
night layeth upon...O Hyperborea.
Muse of Muse...whose tacit glory
begot lip and lyre...illumined
wholes that sayeth verily unto
illumined wholes.
Unbroken gaiety...where the only
obscuration's the recesses of
witnesses in full bearing...Beauty's
Knowing...Knowable Beauty.
O Hyperborea...as light, lighteth...
yet lit be not--high heaped upon
high, celebrants of whir and fire...
fire and whir...whir and fire!
Thou danceth a sun's one-upmanship,
to emblazon the dreams of Thracian
peoples.
That the world may know, and know
well...the north wind...of no time
and place--due Truest North of no
time and place...be kindled by
Apollonian graces.
As an urn contains what's trialed by
fire, as fire...Beauty unbridled...poureth
forth under the Hyperborean sun...
never to casteth a shadow.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC
Beyond a rising fragrance, I wander holding golden bliss
Yet to the eyes carrying hushed secrets
Perfection is a panorama
In a view
To a lover’s kiss
I hear troubled clouds calling come away
In each wind that blows
Singing deep beyond the eyes I see
Carrying hushed secrets
In numbers I count
Every day
Had I more at this moment, than a broken heart
I would emblazon those eyes anew
Learn all the hushed secrets
They carry inside
Count each one over
Tell it to you
Fragrance rises from a pillow, holding golden bliss
Wondering at the eyes I count
Perfection is a panorama
In my broken heart
In a view
To my lover’s kiss
Dec 8, 2010
Dec 8, 2010 at 8:27 PM UTC
A locket of gold hangs on a chain
Around your neck always
By your heart it remains
Engraven with words, only for you
“I am a child of God”
Provides comfort anew
Open your locket - reread the words
Remember the message
Let them often be heard
A happy, joyful, prosperous flow
Will stream from your locket
You received long ago
Emblazon the words into your mind
Let hope spring eternal
And your treasure you’ll find
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 10:12 PM UTC
Their faces blank,
They quietly study her features,
Bathed in the fluorescent glow.
In **** she is copied
With brush stroke and oil on canvas
Meticulous hands emblazon her
Onto the surface of mediocre masterpieces.
And she stands, shivering
Her body slightly tensed
Under the oscillations of the ceiling fan.
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 9:23 PM UTC
It's the cherry smelling fragrance
That's got my worries becoming vacant
That look in your eyes makes me feel so peutrbational
Because your presence is so sensational
You doubt yourself in everything you do
But the actions you take are very astute
Sometimes beauty makes someone become mute
The gift of vision adds onto your alluring existence
A good guy has to keep his persistence
Because if he falls through the cracks
A woman won't give him slack
But a good man doesn't force his woman to respond out of subordinate regimentation
But out of humble communseration and transparent sincerity
The keys to social prosperity
That leads to your twentieth anniversary
The day that makes your history necessary
Now that I take my first few steps
I hope I don't come off as scary
If I'm delivering my heart I better be able to be the canary
Because when I think of you it's just perceptional clarity
As I look into your eyes I envision us surrounded in deep emblazon chanting "just marry me already"
Under the the mistletoe
As the snows hits the earth
I take the bite out of frost and frost out of frost
Then I snap out of my vivid daydream just to look speechless and lost
But the reflection of your cherry lip gloss complells me to speak
No matter what I won't come off as weak
I'll protect you as I speak
A day without you in my arms will be a day I must slowly cope
For the time you return is what I plan to hope
To each of their own
I hope you'll be my own
As I slowly reiterate reality into my conscious
I keep my heart cautious
Praying that I played the right card
And to win the blessing of being part of your endlessly flawless presence
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:50 AM UTC
Knarled fingers, time etched between the creases
Of broken flesh that with grace, unfurls a yellowing heart
Down upon the ash covered wood.
Through the curling haze contented countenance
Crows with rasping indulgence, knowing once again
Victory will be won with a *****
In the grass of Lunan Bay the weathered eye
Sketches absently, a distraction from realization-
To care too much is not nearly enough.
Lustrous tones emblazon the fruitless complexion,
Black and blue, beaten with malevolence down
Onto paper that trembles amidst the tempest.
When shall we three meet again?
Dour silence conflicts proclamations,
To do right is to be wronged and the wrong is never put right.
Till the battle is both lost and won,
The lasting spell of time is thine enemy-
Helpless to those who were once freely chained to you.
Only in death does one preserve existence,
Reflections alter with age but the truth is never forgotten.
As I look out to the tranquil sea; life now cold
With unknown depths, endless to optimistic minds-
Through the delicate hands of a child does your
Ashes dance down to their watery grave.
Defending against the neglect of a name do I grasp the torment,
Of never being able to bid you goodbye.
22.06.2010
Anna Elizabeth Rose ©
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 8:42 AM UTC
Knight drawn from patents of nobility
Forgery lines emblazon humility
Aided duties fit to pantomime
Birthed in the fake lands of Liechtenstein
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
*i'm the blue sky
with a swallow careering around it
i'm the void
that has room for you no matter what
i'm the blue sky
dotted with fluffy clouds
on some lazy afternoon
i'm the blue sky
waiting for evening to come
and you're the star
that lights me up on dark nights
see how i blossom
and how you tickle the smiles out of me
we emblazon the universe with soulful bliss
and we're for ever riding the wings of time*
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
A palace on the clouds
A dream on my skin
A love unaffordable
A life in my rein
Shallow doubts
on the existence
I know not who I am
A part of the resistance
Anyone can run
Some may still fight
But I shall stop
Jump off the horizon
A sea of serenades
Awaiting my return
A time of waiting
A time to mourn
Break a glass ceiling
emblazon the heart
With a wail of the proud
A never-ending run
A forlorn start
A piece of the brave
A piece of the strong
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
symbols
cast
lovers moan
in wanton embrace
with death
we are hardly here
-----
say what you will
"what is it you want?"
still
reverberates
you appear stupid
why?
--------
in wanton embrace
---------
writing poetry we
emblazon our stupid wantonness
before the whole world
pretending to love
-------
symbolically casting ourselves
bronze statuettes
lying in the alley
in a heap
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 3:31 PM UTC
Everyone wants me to leave
Some going
Some coming
but that doesnt tell me much
about the next kind
of house cat ill be
the one that spurts foam
or shovels in snow
the one that brings you the paper
or completely gnaws your bone
if you arent taming me
youre handing me treats
not dangling string
then ill emblazon a kitty spot on the ****
what can i do but
coo near your ear
nip at your thumb
bring lick to your toes
sniff the parts
and curl up
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC
i refuse to believe
this is the real you.
might this mean i'm refusing reality?
maybe.
might i rather refuse reality than refuse you?
harumph. no.
so long, you. i'll take my reality
crushed and for-now sullen
as it may now be.
i refuse to believe
this is the real you.
i can see you, vividly,
inside that cast,
vastly smaller than the man you are.
some sudden and swift
injury has befallen you and you've retreated.
even you refuse to believe
this is the real you.
you are foolish but not stupid
and can tell truth
and reality from falsehood and false hoods.
you are scared but not weak
and from this you will emerge (victory!)
emboldened to emblazon new trails.
shall we tread them together?
harumph. no.
i'll meet you along the way, i'm sure.
(we'll see
about an us
when there's really
a you.)
Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 1:28 PM UTC
You belong to the lyric,
you give life the words
You belong where before you did not,
you most need to be heard
You belong to the meaning,
you stare into the dark
You belong to what’s not of this world,
you rechristen the stark
You belong to what’s promised,
you the master of rhyme
You belong to the choices you’ve made,
you the prophet of time
You belong to the morning,
you emblazon the night
You belong to those voices that call,
—you belong to the light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
I think we all love kisses, like flowers love the sun.
They can be meaningful, deep and scandalous or fun.
You might briefly, sneakily, steal a kiss,
you can blow a kiss or condone a kiss,
emblazon every girl or boy you know with a kiss,
postpone a kiss, or bemoan a kiss as hormones,
but you can’t keep a kiss or own a kiss,
because they’re never more than half your own kiss -
sadly, as we’ve all learned, you just can’t kiss alone.
Every kiss is a puzzle, an experiment requiring a team
you may not even understand a kiss, or exactly what it means.
As far as kisses go, I’ve only had a few. I blame that dam
pandemic, they certainly weren’t something I eschewed.
I wish I had specific tips for girls with quick, impulsive lips
which somehow never can resist a flirty, kissing apocalypse.
Your roommates will support you, with only a few quips
but you really can’t keep doing this, you’ve got to get a grip.
Oct 5, 2022
Oct 5, 2022 at 11:29 PM UTC
each beam broke through the blanket of clouds
streaming past the mountain's edge on it all
to come crashing to ground
to emblazon its promise
to each tree extending its arms
because they've prayed for years
to stop being thirsty and scared
of what they don't know
and can't see
so when the light set it off and cried
"never fear, we still want you
to live! and to die! and to breathe!"
they all danced in the wind
and went to great lengths to send
all their expressions of joy
and release.
and that's the story i told you
when you wondered how
it was i came to see you again
the light never left us
no, there were just clouds
refusing to break or to bend
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 8:35 AM UTC
the ghosts of many days.
here are the many eyes insidiously cutting through insides, gutting them out of their poisons and their moribund steps, assuaging none.
before the step was the flesh,
and before flesh was the emptiness,
keen with its marble eyes
like sizing down an already
thwarted opponent.
these pallid-faced buildings
peer through the sleepless concrete
like fathers searching for children.
like crows scavenging for
truths behind myriad lies of death.
here comes the marauder thieving
again, the gutter's chagrin.
underneath stirs the deathly
**** of rats, the deep inset
of petrichor hiding behind
the overcast of a death foretold.
streets continue to emblazon
their nameless turns:
George Street bayoneting through
Pitt as a ragamuffin dog slithers
past Castlereagh, scrounging for
bones with forgotten pains.
the ghosts of many days
weaving the loom of sky
tender with sound of labyrinthine
flapping through the hollow
of dawn as my fingers
clash in battle, rearing this nailed triumph.
apparitions tracking me down,
chasing me with vivid light
through uneventful avenues
forking without meaning
past the hammered cinders,
away from the frozen barricades
in stiffening cold,
ghosts of many days
coming back with unprompted tongues
and their pertinacious susurrus.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
He stands alone, a stern sailor,
implacable and grim;
the cold sea of his loneliness
stretches leagues before him.
He gazes across blue waters
to the far horizon,
resolute captain of his soul,
lord with no emblazon.
Shining out from the solemn eyes:
the brave heart of a knight,
the memories of a mystic,
nightmares dark and dreams bright.
He is one of saintly ideals;
the discerning presence
of his entire generation
rest upon his conscience.
He stands as though he's an island,
the stones of his own will
protecting him from love's fierce gales,
whose wan ghosts haunt him still.
He says his heart is still wounded,
bound by reinforced steel,
never-again-to-be broken,
scarred yet, and slow to heal.
How I know all this to be true !
For I have met, first hand,
the granite of his convictions,
the staunchness of his stand.
He is the fortress against which
I have beaten myself;
the thorns of desire onto which
my heart has thrown itself.
I presumed that I knew his mind;
I thought I shared his pain.
I believed that I could heal him,
help him to love again.
But I've not the forces to breach
the stout stone around him,
nor have I the powers to heal
the wounds that torment him.
Too blind in my love to heed him,
I leapt into the fray;
I chose to ignore his warnings,
and thus........my tears today.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
Morning nightshades , beckon the -
nourishment of kindred sunshine
Harbor the earthen dew of first light , reach -
for the Heavens on rain cooled nights
Emblazon tired eyes with the mastery -
of innumerable color , announce thy presence
with the very essence of Summer
Crimson symphonies , songbird curiosity in ardent performance of July's fertile theater
Filling Wood strip baskets 'neath sapphire Georgia blankets , mid-afternoon youth treasure surrounded by honeysuckle pleasure
**** tomato sandwich , late night delights ...
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC